From the heart (Open to Quad 12 or invite)
Posted: Mon Jul 23, 2007 9:33 am
By the time she reached her dorm room Kelly was in tears. Why do boys have to be so stupid she mumbled to herself? She opened the door to her quad and slammed it shut behind her. She stormed over to her section of the room not noticing if any of her roommates where in. She viciously slammed the new bow down onto the floor by her bed and immediately regretted doing so. It’s was absolutely priceless, but then again if John was even half right about it she could've thrown it on the main highway in Skyway and let trucks run over it and it would still be fine. Hell it was diamond coated and infused he said, with enzymes from the Devouring Earth, even if you did manage to chip it, it would heal itself. She looked at the bow, it was a beautiful thing made from Emeralds and Diamonds John had “pulled” from the earth, fused and molded in ways no natural forces could ever have achieved, John had crafted a work of art. It was flawless, perfect; nearly unbreakable even the string was enchanted to not break. It was also charmed to be nearly weightless and to top that all off it had a built in homing device so she could summon it to her side at the touch of a button. Great she could play Harry Potter… Accio Bow! Lord only knew what the thing could sell for. It was probably the best bow in the world, he even got Manticore to help design it or so he said, it was a work of art on top of that… the thing was completely beautiful. She absolutely hated it. She had tried to explain to John it was just too much… to over the top. It didn’t matter that he didn’t have to BUY it and that he “found” the Gems on his own. The value of the thing wasn’t truly the point. It was the relative value. “Where do you go from here John” she had asked? “This is our first date and you gift me with a gift worthy of a fiftieth wedding anniversary.” She thought for a minute he might actually have a clue… but then instead of just totally admitting to her, he went overboard like he started too, he decided to instead defend himself… “You won’t be able to use it in fifty years. So I figured I’d give to you now.” Ok. Hold the phone here… Just how long did he figure he was gonna be in her life? It was a little early to start picking out china… Then he says “I just wanted to make sure you where protected when I wasn’t around, I’d never forgive myself if you got hurt because your bow broke and I wasn’t there.” Of all the condescending… AND JUST HOW OFTEN DID HE PLAN TO BE AROUND? One date… it was ONE date… and oh gawd she kissed him… he planned this for one date, lord WHAT did he think now that she kissed him? The worse part… the worse part was, was the other thing he said, “I see how much you go through to protect your bow, now you don’t need too.” He smiled like a dammed Cheshire Cat when he said that. Like that was the way out. “Just think of it as a bow", he said. She looked at the thing and kicked it across the floor. SHE HAD A BOW!
Kelly turned and opened her bow case and took out HER bow. It was five years old, but you couldn’t tell. The wood was shiny and smooth, polished lovingly every day. She had got it for the Olympics. She had trained with it for two years until it had become a part of her. It had fired her last true pure prefect shot, the one that should have won the gold medal. It had then fired her first shot. The shot that changed her life forever, the shot that exploded in a blinding flash of mutant power. It had been there at the end of her dream and the beginning of her purpose. Sure most the parts had been changed out many times… new cams, strings, carbon fiber upper and lower limbs… but the grip and riser they where the same hand craved wood from five years ago, they where the heart of the bow… the connection to her… the parts she “felt”. She looked up at the poster of Manticore smiling down at her… she screamed and ripped it down from the wall… “YOU! You should have explained… you should’ve known better!” Kelly collapsed in a heap in her bed and cried. John had meant well, but it was just too much, too much.
Kelly turned and opened her bow case and took out HER bow. It was five years old, but you couldn’t tell. The wood was shiny and smooth, polished lovingly every day. She had got it for the Olympics. She had trained with it for two years until it had become a part of her. It had fired her last true pure prefect shot, the one that should have won the gold medal. It had then fired her first shot. The shot that changed her life forever, the shot that exploded in a blinding flash of mutant power. It had been there at the end of her dream and the beginning of her purpose. Sure most the parts had been changed out many times… new cams, strings, carbon fiber upper and lower limbs… but the grip and riser they where the same hand craved wood from five years ago, they where the heart of the bow… the connection to her… the parts she “felt”. She looked up at the poster of Manticore smiling down at her… she screamed and ripped it down from the wall… “YOU! You should have explained… you should’ve known better!” Kelly collapsed in a heap in her bed and cried. John had meant well, but it was just too much, too much.