The Ring
December 25th 2009 20:52
"Who are you and why are you in my home?"
"I've come to offer you something."
"Do I know you?"
"I should think not," He said.
"My name is Occam and I have some information for you."
"What do you want?" She asked tersely.
"There is someone watching you."
"Great, just what I need, a stalker!" She yelled.
"Let me guess, it's some deranged madman that wants to have his way with me?" She asked sardonically.
"Well, actually, yes." He said flatly.
"I would have known if there was something wrong," She said.
"Indeed you would. I know what you are capable of Cordelia."
A shiver of fear ran through her. Absently she gripped the gun tighter. Occam noticed this and said, "It won't work against him either."
"You're… bizarre," She said after a pause.
"Yes, yes I suppose I am. You seemed to pick that up rather quickly, usually people discover that a little too late."
"Too late, what do you mean too late?" She asked.
"In time, Cordelia, you'll learn just how different I truly am."
He smiled as he said this and it unnerved Cordelia. She didn't know this man, but in a way, she DID know him, but she didn't know how she did. There was something familiar about his pale skin and his facial features. She drifted into her thoughts, wracking her brain trying to figure out how she knew him. Occam spoke, breaking her trance.
"I expect that soon you will have one of your premonitions." He said.
"How do you know about those," She asked suspiciously.
"There is a lot that I know about you Cordelia, some of which you do not know yourself."
She took an involuntary step backward, bumping into the wall.
"What are you?" She asked.
"Not now Cordelia, there will be plenty of time to let you know everything. But for now, you need to trust me."
"I don't even know you. For all I know you broke into my house to kill me."
"If I wanted to do that, you would have been dead in your bathtub."
"You watched me take a bath?" Cordelia asked, her voice breaking a little.
"No, I merely heard the water running. I do have some… restraint."
Occam paused as he said this, choosing the correct word. Cordelia of course noticed.
"For now, I leave you to make your decision, but before I do I think you should examine something."
Occam put his hand up to show Cordelia a ring on his right ring finger. He slipped the ring off his finger and placed it on Cordelia's coffee table. Without another word, Occam left Cordelia's house through the front door. Cordelia stood there, momentarily frozen by the odd encounter with the strange man who showed up in her house. She listened for a moment, making sure that the stranger was indeed gone.
She walked over to the coffee table and picked up the ring. She noticed that it was a silver ring with a symbol on it, a circle with two horizontal lines going through it. She wanted to put the ring on but something was telling her not to. The ring looked ominous and it scared her a little. What was it used for? It looks like it could be used to brand something. Or someone. Did he use this for some sinister purpose? Her instinct told her yes, that it was used to leave a mark.
Cordelia put the ring back down on the table and walked into her kitchen. She opened the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of Miller Lite. She uncapped the bottle, took a long drink, and sighed in satisfaction. She decided that music was what she needed so she went to the radio, turned on the power, and pressed play. After the CD player whirred and squeaked, Vitamin String Quartet's Tribute to 30 Seconds to Mars began to play. She turns and heads for the couch, sitting and drinking her cold beer. Listening, she becomes particularly entranced with their version of From Yesterday. An overwhelming sadness rushes over her. The song, mixed with the alcohol and her situation make her melancholy.
Deciding to put an end to her funk, she turns the radio off and turns on her television. Cordelia flips through the channels mindlessly for 30 minutes when the phone rings. She answers it to find William on the other end.
"Hey baby, what's up?" William asked.
"Just sitting here flipping through the channels. What's up with you?"
"Wanted to see how my girl's doing. Wanna do something tonight?"
Cordelia began thinking of her strange visitor and wondered whether she should tell William about it. It was so bizarre. She wasn't sure which was stranger, the visitor or not being entirely afraid of him. He was definitely weird and there was something off with him, but she believed that if he did intend to hurt her, he would have. There had been plenty of opportunity for him to do that. She decided that she would tell him.
"Sure, can we go out? I'd like to get out of my house."
"Sure, where would you like to go?"
"How about we go get a drink and then take a walk downtown."
"Sounds good, give me an hour and I'll be over to pick you up."
"Okay, see you then."
She hung up the phone and just sat on the couch. She was thinking about how to bring up what happened earlier. She knew she had to be honest with William, but she wasn't sure she wanted to mention the fact that she was taking a bath when he came inside. She decided she'd leave that part out.
"He doesn't need to know that."
"I've come to offer you something."
"Do I know you?"
"I should think not," He said.
"My name is Occam and I have some information for you."
"What do you want?" She asked tersely.
"There is someone watching you."
"Great, just what I need, a stalker!" She yelled.
"Let me guess, it's some deranged madman that wants to have his way with me?" She asked sardonically.
"Well, actually, yes." He said flatly.
"I would have known if there was something wrong," She said.
"Indeed you would. I know what you are capable of Cordelia."
A shiver of fear ran through her. Absently she gripped the gun tighter. Occam noticed this and said, "It won't work against him either."
"You're… bizarre," She said after a pause.
"Yes, yes I suppose I am. You seemed to pick that up rather quickly, usually people discover that a little too late."
"Too late, what do you mean too late?" She asked.
"In time, Cordelia, you'll learn just how different I truly am."
He smiled as he said this and it unnerved Cordelia. She didn't know this man, but in a way, she DID know him, but she didn't know how she did. There was something familiar about his pale skin and his facial features. She drifted into her thoughts, wracking her brain trying to figure out how she knew him. Occam spoke, breaking her trance.
"I expect that soon you will have one of your premonitions." He said.
"How do you know about those," She asked suspiciously.
"There is a lot that I know about you Cordelia, some of which you do not know yourself."
She took an involuntary step backward, bumping into the wall.
"What are you?" She asked.
"Not now Cordelia, there will be plenty of time to let you know everything. But for now, you need to trust me."
"I don't even know you. For all I know you broke into my house to kill me."
"If I wanted to do that, you would have been dead in your bathtub."
"You watched me take a bath?" Cordelia asked, her voice breaking a little.
"No, I merely heard the water running. I do have some… restraint."
Occam paused as he said this, choosing the correct word. Cordelia of course noticed.
"For now, I leave you to make your decision, but before I do I think you should examine something."
Occam put his hand up to show Cordelia a ring on his right ring finger. He slipped the ring off his finger and placed it on Cordelia's coffee table. Without another word, Occam left Cordelia's house through the front door. Cordelia stood there, momentarily frozen by the odd encounter with the strange man who showed up in her house. She listened for a moment, making sure that the stranger was indeed gone.
She walked over to the coffee table and picked up the ring. She noticed that it was a silver ring with a symbol on it, a circle with two horizontal lines going through it. She wanted to put the ring on but something was telling her not to. The ring looked ominous and it scared her a little. What was it used for? It looks like it could be used to brand something. Or someone. Did he use this for some sinister purpose? Her instinct told her yes, that it was used to leave a mark.
Cordelia put the ring back down on the table and walked into her kitchen. She opened the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of Miller Lite. She uncapped the bottle, took a long drink, and sighed in satisfaction. She decided that music was what she needed so she went to the radio, turned on the power, and pressed play. After the CD player whirred and squeaked, Vitamin String Quartet's Tribute to 30 Seconds to Mars began to play. She turns and heads for the couch, sitting and drinking her cold beer. Listening, she becomes particularly entranced with their version of From Yesterday. An overwhelming sadness rushes over her. The song, mixed with the alcohol and her situation make her melancholy.
Deciding to put an end to her funk, she turns the radio off and turns on her television. Cordelia flips through the channels mindlessly for 30 minutes when the phone rings. She answers it to find William on the other end.
"Hey baby, what's up?" William asked.
"Just sitting here flipping through the channels. What's up with you?"
"Wanted to see how my girl's doing. Wanna do something tonight?"
Cordelia began thinking of her strange visitor and wondered whether she should tell William about it. It was so bizarre. She wasn't sure which was stranger, the visitor or not being entirely afraid of him. He was definitely weird and there was something off with him, but she believed that if he did intend to hurt her, he would have. There had been plenty of opportunity for him to do that. She decided that she would tell him.
"Sure, can we go out? I'd like to get out of my house."
"Sure, where would you like to go?"
"How about we go get a drink and then take a walk downtown."
"Sounds good, give me an hour and I'll be over to pick you up."
"Okay, see you then."
She hung up the phone and just sat on the couch. She was thinking about how to bring up what happened earlier. She knew she had to be honest with William, but she wasn't sure she wanted to mention the fact that she was taking a bath when he came inside. She decided she'd leave that part out.
"He doesn't need to know that."
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