The Chronicles of Mordum Island Troubled Love

Part 1

Here’s something unintentional, a story of my life. Not interesting, not at all memorable. Just a story of love lost, disaster and pain followed after! Pay attention! I'll tell you about myself. It was at a place, I was younger. A time when I was naive. It started off as a normal day, me playing around outside with friends. I remember it like it was yesterday. Well, I'm pretty sure I was twelve. My friends and I were playing Mixup, which is where you pick or create a character to be and then a setting. Imagination could go anywhere!

I had chosen what I thought was extraordinarily epic. An alien whose planet was close to its sun. Who had recently crashed on earth because his ship was critically damaged in a battle for his home. My best friend Sahra, had chosen a witch that could manipulate the mind into thinking anything. My brother David, was an ex-soldier who had been experimented on. He was given heightened senses with future technology. We all met up after they investigated my crashed ship and we worked together ever since. The scene was on earth and on location of a missing laboratory. A two hundred acre, three story base just disappeared with no explanation! We thought maybe the lab was trouble shooting new tech. An invisible forcefield or something. There was nothing to signify that theory to be true! We saw something afar and started to follow it. We took a few steps, Sahra the witch spoke and asked!

“Jake, what's the plan? Where are we going?”

I spoke. “I really don't know, I haven't figured that out. I guess we'll find out.”

David, my brother, decides to open his whacked out, oversized mouth and says" Do you ever figure anything out?".

I flat out told him to "shut his wide open butthole" Sahra and I both started laughing! We thought that was the most inappropriate, hilarious thing ever spoken. Sahra was having a hell of a time, so much she started crying. Which made my brother David start laughing as well! After the fit stopped I noticed someone moving in next door. I asked David if he knew who they were. He said “No” with a dumb founded look, then proceded to tell me “Go find out for yourself. Chicken Wipe!”. I did but not without asking Sahra to go with. I felt comfortable and confident with her near. She brought positivity with her constant negativity, don’t know how that worked. It did! She had always been there for me. Maybe that's where the positivity came from. Sahra and I asked the new neighbor if she needed help moving.

She said “Yes” with hesitation while looking me up and down. There wasn’t much of the moving left. We finished with haste and after she invited us inside to talk. It was getting late so Sahra decided to head home while I stayed.

“My name's Jake.” I said.

“I’m Mellany, thanks for the help.” She said.

“Yeah sure, anytime. Where you from?”

“I’m from the town of Tellsik”

“Isn't that on the other side of the island?”

“Yeah, It’s a ways!” She said with sincerity.

“How do you like it here in Tellwire?”

“ The city seems to be underdeveloped!”

“All of Mordum Island is like that!”

I explained to her a little of the island's past and that this place was not very old. We talked a little more then I left. She seemed to be getting tired. I thought it was a well planned idea! I headed home with a smile on my face and a thought, she had left me with. The thought of permanent happiness.

Years went by. Friends found were no longer, for reasons like time slipping away or losing communication. I ended up marrying Mellany and continuing on with my life. Content, for a while! Everything was going well. I was happy with what I had. Not long after I got this amazing job at his highly valued company, making animal treats. I loved everything about it. The people were kind and full of heart. The pay was great! I had felt like things couldn’t get any better!

My Wife and I were living with her parents at the time due to issues that pushed us to do so. We would argue constantly. She would start at it with every opportunity she had. Nagging me about not doing what I was told quick enough. She was violent at times, throwing things like lamps, plates or basically anything she could put her hands on. Sad thing is the lamps or various objects wouldn’t always break when they hit. I had caught her talking to someone else. The conversions were very explicit in nature. I felt I had to confront her about it. That was not a bright idea, physically.

“ Who is this you're talking to?” I asked with a deep concern.

She would avoid the question each time I asked. With each question I grew more and more aggravated.

“ Who is this you are talking to?” I asked with anger and intent on finding out who it was. She wouldn’t tell me so i walked out with no plan on returning.

I was having problems trying to find a place to live. There for a while I was living in my car. I had seen an apartment in Tellwire close to my job. The place was short, at least. It was a roof over my head, so I took it. The inside was decent. Not much to complain about. Cleanliness is what it seemed.

Just as pain can be found

Love can be lost

There is nothing that can pay the cost

Laying on the ground praying to be found

Wishing i never loved

Soaring like a dove

My hand it touches my heart’s desire

While I’m being strangled by a wire

The fire of passion i once had

Dissipates and makes me sad

I find subtlety and safety in what i once knew

Hoping the pain finds elsewhere to be

Knowing the hurt

Knowing the love

Feeling like I’m getting kicked That’s worse than a shove

As it all fits like a glove

You never know when something amazing happens or when something demolishes your way of life. Forcing you to rebuild yourself from the ground up. Not knowing when it’s going to end or even begin.

My brother was always there for me in my time of need. So I called him.

“Hey David!” I said when he answered.

“Hey long time no talk, why is that?

"I've been busy I promise. I called for a reason.

"Well of course everything has a reason behind it. What's up?"

"I'm having doubts!"

"About what?"

Where my life is going? Who I'm going to be? Who I'm going to be with?

I'll give you some advice, your life will play out the way it's supposed to. Learn from it. Let life teach you and listen, you'll be better for it. Promise!

“You are a very wise man! Why is that?”

“I finally Listened” He said.

“Thanks, I think I understand. I think”

“Good! I’ll talk to you later.” He said with a hasted tone as if he had something else to do.

I hung up the phone, and thought about what he had said. Did I understand it? Life is meant to play out the way it’s supposed to! How is that going to help. Was he telling me to do nothing? I did not get what he was trying to say.

Something else happened that day at work, I met this very lovely, heart drenching, eye catching, hispanic woman! I don't know what it was but i felt obligated to talk to her. I did just that. She was a newbie. When you get hired You have to wear a green colored shirt. The shirt was sort of a lime green but a tad darker. A not so distracting color on a very distracting person. You can tell I was working hard on trying not to look at her, because I was not succeeding.

I asked her if she liked it here. I did not get an answer, so I let her be. I think she thought I was racist or just terrifying to look at. The only thing left to do was wait. It took a few weeks before she started talking to me. I honestly thought she was never going to. Maybe she realized I was looking at her too often. Which would be understandable if she decided not to ever talk to me. She did though!

“ So I don't know if I told you my name.” I said.

“It’s Jake right?” She said.

“Yeah Jake Lovelet”

“Lovelet, that's intriguing! My name is Candy Merrez.”

That name seems most definitely Fitting.”

“So sweet!” She replied with a cute shy smile.

We had continued talking all day after that, asking each other questions and chatting with friends. While working. I feel I need to make that clear. We were working. I promise! I was happy when I would talk to her. Singing to myself at home and on my way to work. Then things had to get awkward, I realized what I was singing about. It was about love. I was singing about love. I was even starting to sing at work while on the production line. I would make up the songs. On occasion! One of the songs lyrics read:

She’s a beautiful sight for a man of might

She has a heart of gold

She’s got me sold

A star at night so incredible bright

Her beauty is truly on the inside

Although it shines throughout

The song was short! I was mainly humming a tune, then added a poem to it. Before I continue I need to explain something, so that what I say further in the story would make sense. At my work we deal with production and distribution of baked pet treats, for dogs. We have lines of conveyor belts, which is how the product travels to one place in the factory to another. I work in the packaging part of the distribution process. Now let's get back to the story. I wouldn't sing when I was near people, I'm shy like that. Candy was walking by and noticed I was singing. She complimented me!

“You have a beautiful voice” she said with a smiling glow. I looked at her and said nothing. Simply smiled back. My head was in chaos with thoughts like, “ Oh my gosh! She heard me.” and “You idiot! Why?”. Then she asks “ Do you sing often?”. I replied with “No, I recently picked up the inspiration too.” I was not expecting what she’d say next. I thought she would end the conversation there. No, she asks”Where did you get your inspiration?”. She had utterly and completely caught me off guard! I was terrified to tell her the truth, also did I know the truth. Was she the reason? So instead i told her “My wife.”.

Our relationship had gotten closer over time. We would talk somedays or just say hi, others. Those days were magnificent!

Let's take a break from all this madness and go back to a day on

Cliffed Lake. The lake was one of my favorite places to go as a kid. Back then I lived near the lake as well. In a town called Bennik. I enjoyed every moment I had there. In the summer I would jump off the fishing dock and swim for hours. Waiting for life to jump in with. The lake had a beautiful view when the sun would set. Time would stand still only for minutes as if life didn't matter but yet mattered all at once. This time I was there to blow some steam off, because my mother and I got into an argument about school work I needed to finish. I was not doing well and did not like listening in general. Teachers were an authority figure and I was not a fan.

I was sitting on the dock watching the sunset. Admiring how the sun would reflect it’s colorful beauty onto the water. The rocky cliff off in the distance would bring a calm feeling to mind. The sound of calm waters hitting the bank and dock itself. Had a relaxing vibe that would compliment serenity. At the lake I would reminisce of so many memories as a kid.

The sun had set, it had gotten dark. I had seen some headlights coming towards me, heading down the dirt road. They parked, stepped out, it was of course my mother here to pick me up to head back home.

“Hello Laenna! Come to take me back. I will not go willingly.” I said loudly with a snarky sarcasm.

How many times do I have to tell you to call me mom. You know very well i do not like that! She softly yelled while proclaiming “You need to come home.”.

“Alright” I said with a well toned disappointment.

I got in the car, looked once more at the beauty of the lake then we rode off into the distance.

My mother is a very loving and kind person, but if you were to anger this loving woman. There would be a wrath of gods and goddesses. She would put the fear of God in me every time I’d wrong. I truly believe she raised me right. I had put her through a lot as a kid, and even now. She says she's proud of me and loves me very much every day!

I feel now that you have gotten to know me a little better, we can move on! Time for more pain and hardship. How fun!

You remember Sahra, right? She is one of the most loved friends I’ve never lost. She has been by my side through all of the hardships pertaining to me. A sister she has truly been. I would tell her everything. Didn’t matter what the details were. That's just the kind of person she was. I would thank her because of that reason every chance I had, to a very exhausting point. For her! I wanted to make sure she was aware of it.

We had just got out of a concert and were on our way home. The concert was an experience for sure, but not well planned out. And! The music sounded as if a group of tone deaf non talented people were trying to scare away any chance of success. That’s if they had any to begin with. She was driving in her vehicle and I was in the passenger side. We would have taken my vehicle. It’s a piece of green turd half floating in the water of the toilet, and mostly like a toaster oven. Well at least in the summer when it worked. That’s the reason I call it a toaster oven. Creative, right? Well during the drive Sahra and I were conversing about Candy.

“So I heard from a certain someone you like a female from your work.” She said with a simple smile.

“How’d you hear this?” I asked with a very worried confusion.

“I told you, someone told me!”

“Who? I want to know”

“No! But do you really?”

“Yes! I very much do!” I said with an aggravated, soft anger.

We went on with the subject, talking about how Candy and I laughed at the most simple things. Sahra asked me for details on who she seemed to be. I described Candy as a brown haired, brown eyed, bronzed skin, gold hearted angel.

I was still curious about who had told her about candy. So I tried to get more information before she dropped me off at home.

“So how did you know about the crush I have?” I asked!

“I told you you don’t need to know!” She said.

I thought to myself and realized the only person I told was my brother. He had to be the culprit.

“It was my brother wasn't it?” I asked.

“Yes.” She said with a faint smile like she was expecting a bigger reaction then what i gave.

The rest of the ride home I was whispering to myself a rant of how i was going to kill him, if i ever had the chance. As I broke from a whisper I got louder and louder. Sahra looked at me like I was something she had never seen before. By the time she dropped me off at home, I was exhausted and more or less angry, sort of! I was angry at myself mainly. I knew he would end up telling Sahra. They have a connection, It seems! Sahra would glow around David, as he would do the same around her. Sometimes I swore they were together. Although they denied it everytime. I still tease them both about it.

I got out of her car and headed inside my apartment. Turned on my tv, to the news. I was wondering if anything happened when I was gone. I had found out that there was an explosion underground that had caused a cave in where the concert took place. I was glad we had left when we did. The news reporter had said the band that was playing had gotten killed, and more people were injured! I had called Sahra to see if she had heard of the incident at the concert. The phone had rang but no answer. It was late, so she probably had gone to bed. I decided to do the same. I turned my tv off and went to the world of a dream.

The dream was interesting to say the least. The reporter that was on the news was in my apartment saying the island was ending. She had said her name was Daella DorrSnik, and that I had to help save the island. If i didn't we all would perish in fire. At that time I looked out the window and saw a volcano erupt, as fiery ash fell to the ground. I was frightened and confused. Mordum Island did not have a volcano. Our Island was formed by a tectonic shift. I thought! I honestly did not pay attention to the history of the subject. I ran through the hallway and outside to see what was going on. Everyone was in panic and a frozen state of fear. No one was running to safety or trying to avoid falling objects. They were just standing as if they were a block of ice, staring at the sky. It was horrifying to watch. As I was standing still in fear just like everyone else! I had heard someone in the background yell. I could not make out what she was saying due to the warning sirens that had started up. That's when I woke up because it felt as if I was being shaken. I didn't know where that feeling had come from. At that time I had just shrugged it off as a bad dream. It felt it had importance, but only because of the news reporter.

That morning I was doing my regular routine, making coffee and drinking that before said cup of joe. I had heard a banging outside, close by. My curiosity was at its peak. I opened up the door and saw there was a building being remodeled. I went back inside and continued my morning and then got ready to leave for my job.

I had decided to leave early then what I usually do. There was a gas station that was on my way. I would often stop. I pulled up to a pump. Pumped what I needed and went inside. I had seen a female walk in behind me. Well, more like jog in. She seemed to be in a hurry! I had other things on my mind like where the snack aisle was. I had a craving. I grabbed a bag of chips and noticed my shoe was untied. I did the smart thing and kneeled down to tie it. I get pushed and end up losing my balance and fall. That same female I noticed when I was walking in, had run me over like I was an insignificant piece of human trash!

“Watch where you're going next time” I said with a polite yell, if yelling can be polite. I must have ticked her off when I said that, because she had given me a glare that could give any man nightmares. Well not really she had just given a shy but choleric attitude.

This girl had sort of a charm to her, a glow. A mysterious one in fact. Mysteriously dangerous! Her hair was black and long. Long enough to pull a man up from a tower if the tower was the middle of her back. She also had mesmerizing brown eyes, a beautiful figure and a wonderful personality. Remind you, still dangerous but wonderful. I was wishing I could see her again or at least know her name. Luck has it. I do! It was painful!

“A dangerous mystery comes closer and closer

As i see her face it become more clear

A dangerous mystery

She is near

I see her eyes

Brown with a glint

I see her hair black as the night sky

A dangerous mystery

She is like a flint

Starting a distraction with a smile

That makes it all worthwhile

I reach out to touch her hand

But then the dream dissipates”

A few weeks had passed and the building that was being remodeled was turned into a Mexican restaurant called “Gusta Comer”. I believe it translates to “like to eat”. It makes sense to call it that, doesn’t it? Don’t answer that of course it does.

I was feeling peckish so I decided to go check it out. I pull in the parking lot which is surprisingly full! There was only one spot to park left, It was also the furthest away. The parking lot wasn’t that big. It was still a decent fifty steps. Sort of! The funny thing is when I got out of my car I checked to see if my shoes were tied. They were! I was proud of that accomplishment, I knew I was set to enter the building. I take five steps and what do you know…….. WHACK! I get hit by a vehicle. I’m lying there on the somewhat hot asphalt, trying to gather what just happened. I hear the brakes of the same vehicle, then I see it back up. I'm thinking to myself that this rotted turkey headed person is going to finish me off ! So I get up as fast as I can and leap like a frog jumping off a ledge, towards my car, scared for my life! I must have hit something when I landed, because the next thing I know I wake up in the hospital with the girl from the gas station sitting next to me.

“What are you doing here?” I said with a scared curiosity.

“My parents own the restaurant you was at and i was there at the time you got hit.”She said

“You're the one that hit me aren’t you?” I asked with certainty.

She didn’t answer, she just sat there with a not so innocent look on her face. That look had said it all.

“What’d I do to you” I said sarcastically with a hint of fear in my voice. You must find me attractive just not in the good way!

She nervously chuckled and said “Sorry what could i do to show you i truly am!”

"For starters don't say sorry. Things happen, they happen for a reason. I paused but only for a second. A date!

"What?" She said with a surprised look on her face.

"Go on a date with me, it's only fair."

"Where?" She asked.

"Your parents' place!" I said.

"Huh?"

"Gusta Comer!"

“Oh okay! Sure I'll pay!”

“No need. I mean I was going there for a reason.”

“ You wanna go now?” She asked!

“No! I wanna go home and relax, you did just hit me with a car after all!”

“Okay, Then call me when you want to set a time. Here’s my number.” She said with a glint in her smile.

She grabbed a pen from a doctor’s clipboard then grabbed the palm of my hand, she wrote down her number with a name that read Christine Morr. When she left, I had a feeling of joy rising up under the covers if you know what I mean. I can sure tell you, I loved to watch her leave. Only joking, I did realize she had a walk, that would tell any man not to break her heart. She had sass with a capital “ASS”. I just wanted to let you know. You know that was important.

Not too long after, I got a call from my mom. Luck was not a thing nor was it on my side! She was telling me that David was in an accident and dead. She told me that something happened at work and that was all she knew. She didn't really know if he was dead. My mom is always adding information that she thinks she knows. I had a feeling though, that she was right. My brother was getting in trouble quite often. So that wasn't hard to believe. That news had hit me late and hard. I layed in bed motionless, thinking he’s okay. They’ll find him! No worries! I knew I had to call Sahra to tell her what I know.

I was waiting for her to pick up the phone, when I had heard a familiar voice coming from outside the hospital room in the hallway. I got up and walked to see who it was or if I was just hearing things. It was the Morgue City Sheriff, asking about the explosion underground that happened at the concert. Why was he asking about that? The concert was not in his jurisdiction! Why did his voice sound familiar? I had to get a closer look. I walked closer and realized it was my brother’s best friend Torris Golfmann. I only knew him from what my brother would tell me, and the pictures and videos of them together at a bar flirting with the wild life! I decided to introduce myself.

“Sheriff Golfmann?” I tried to get his attention but he wouldn't have it. So i tried again.

“Sheriff, I would like to talk to you about something. It's rather urgent!” I said.

“What do you want?” He asked with an unclear annoyance in his voice!

“I was at the concert that you were talking about. I would be happy to help!” I said with a calming subtlety.

“In a minute let me finish what i’m doing here.” He said.

“Yes, sir!” I replied.

He finished conversing with the interviewees. Then we sat down in the chair next to us, and talked. He wouldn't give me much information on the whole ordeal. But, I did get some just nothing helpful. He had just told me what the public already knew. After I got the details. I asked him if the name David Lovelet meant anything to him. He froze for a few seconds then said thanks and walked off in a rude manner. I felt something was wrong. The best thing to do was let it be.

I was released from the hospital and cleared to go home, but not to return to work until three days.