Thursday Fiction 400: Parallel Slip 2: Rebel

Welcome back to a new Thursday Fiction, it's been a while. We continue with Parallel Slip 2: Rebel where we left of last time, following Isabelle as she figure out who she really is.

 

She looked at her wrist and at the blade wondering how Romulus had planed to help her get rid of whatever was in there. Had he also expected her to open her skin after Clara had looked for those things. They seemed to be moving, trying to go up her arm. It was now or never. 

Isabelle took a deep breath and cut, just above the bump. It was painful. She concentrated mostly of not hitting a blood vessel but the blood started to flow out and she couldn't figure out if she had hit one or not. She let the blade fall on the floor and tried to stop the blood, pressing on the cut with her towel. That's when she saw it. The bump was getting smaller and the blood was mixed with another liquid, not red this one, it was grey and glittering.

“My robot blood,” Isabelle thought. 

It looked like it was made of metal, she wondered what sort of damage metal could cause in her body. Maybe if her behavior was as erratic as her mother described it it wasn't her fault and actually caused by all the thing they had put in her. It flowed with the blood on her towel and then turned into a ball. Little pieces kept on coming toward it, some from higher in her arms through her skin away from the cut making small perforation wounds.

 

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Thursday Fiction 399: Parallel Slip 2: Rebel

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She pushed the mess in a corner, just in case someone was to come back knocking at the door. Then she took the blade between her thumb and index finger. It was small and sharp. She look at herself in the mirror. She looked frightening and frightened. She didn't even know if she was scared of herself or only of her reflection. The bump was on her wrist. 

 

That was the place where all those teenagers trying to kill themselves cut. That was insane. Just thinking about it. If things turned wrong, they would all think it was a suicide attempt. Then they would have a good reason to make her brother the heir and to stop her from slipping to other universes. And who would believe her. People out of the alliance would think she was crazy for even thinking that she could travel to parallel universes and people in the alliance, most of them couldn't be trusted, especially if she was suspected of trying to kill herself. She sat on the side of the bath tube, a towel on her lap, slightly humidified on the up side.

“I can do this,” she said with a nasal voice. “This is the first step of the plan.”

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Thursday Fiction 398: Parallel Slip 2: Rebel

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In the end, she was the one punished because it was taking her too long to say the damn words. It was hard when she was little and it grew even worse as she grew up. He had it easy saying sorry and she was getting more and more revengeful with the unfairness. Her mother was never sorry and rarely forgiving. And here it was, she acknowledged it. Isabelle wouldn't be forgiven for saying that uncle Henry's death was unnatural. Then so be it. That was one more thing she had to learn to deal with. Like everything she had learned in this family, it was all a lie.

She locked the door once again and change the toilet paper in her right nostril. There was blood all over the sink but she didn't want to take care of it now. Her wrist needed attention. If she didn't take care of it now, her resolve would fade. This was going to hurt and Isabelle wasn't really good with pain. She took her razor and pulled out the blade. It was more difficult than in the movies with those four blade super close shaving things they built these days but she was happy to get it out without cutting herself.

 

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Thursday Fiction 397: Parallel Slip 2: Rebel

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This was a huge one. Her family was all about forgiveness, so much, that it made Isabelle sick just to think of it. When she was little whenever her or her brother did something wrong, they had to say they were sorry, no matter if they were sorry or not. Of course many many times over Isabelle suspected that Malik wasn't sorry even a tiny bit, to tell the truth there were many times when she wasn't sorry for beating him up either. But then the other one had to say that they forgave and that was the hard part. Isabelle never thought or felt like she could forgive straight away. Imagine he just broke her favorite toy, after she told him many times to leave it alone. He could even have done it on purpose for all she knew and she had no time to grieve. She had to say that she forgave him. 

 

“He said he is sorry, you have to forgive him,” her mother would say releasing her brother and still holding her by the arm like the criminal child.

 

Because that's what she was. It didn't matter what her brother had done, if he said he was sorry he wouldn't be punished. But she would be punished for not forgiving him and there was not an ounce of apology on his face and she still had to forgive him or she was the bad guy. It was hard. It was hard just to say it because saying it without feeling it was lying and lying was also forbidden. She was forced to feel forgiveness when she just wanted to punch him, or she would be a liar.

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Thursday Fiction 396: Parallel Slip 2: Rebel

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“Not what's best for me, what's best for himself. Not what's best for you either and not what's best for this universe. You can delude yourself if you want, anyone willing to put Malik in charge needs to be out of his mind.”

“Your brother will do much better than you as an heir, your attitude, even now with a bleeding nose is deplorable.”

“I'm sorry if I care more about my own pain and leaking blood than about courtesy right now.”

“It's impossible to talk to you, but hear me clearly. If you slip into another world one more time without my agreeing to it, I'll make sure this is your last trip,” her mother said.

“I can see how that deeply serve my best interest,” Isabelle answered, “I would have thought the imposter should have been the one with a death sentence on her head.”

“I'm not going to kill you,” her mother said looking offended.

“Just like you didn't kill uncle Henry either,” Isabelle answered.

Her mother took a step further, her eyes shouting daggers.

“There are things that even a mother can't forgive,” she said and she turned around not giving Isabelle a chance to reply.

 

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Thursday Fiction 395: Parallel Slip 2: Rebel

Welcome back to a new Thursday Fiction, it's been a while. We continue with Parallel Slip 2: Rebel where we left of last time, following Isabelle as she figure out who she really is.

 

“I was nowhere,” Isabelle said.

I told you that some universes would make you sick, didn't I?” her mother said.

“Yes, you did but I wasn't anywhere. If you'd care about me being sick, you would be trying to help, instead of questioning me.”

“You have been lying twice tonight. The first time I let it passed but this time I won't.” Her mother said.

“Do you know how many times I have had a nose bleed in my life?”

Her mother didn't answered she just stood in the doorway staring. Isabelle shook her head making her headache worse and hoping that getting whatever the tracker was made of out of her brain didn't damage it in the process.

“Once, tonight, that's the one, and it's scary and if you really cared you'd know that.”

“I care, I know you consider that I am your enemy but I am your mother and I'm trying to do what's best for you, even if you can't see that,” her mother said, pretending to reach for her.

She had her hurt face on, the one she put on when she wanted to play the victim. It was all Isabelle's fault again for not seeing that whatever she was doing was so wrong, and hurting everyone, especially her poor mother.

“I'm sure Mike agrees with you,” Isabelle said as the blood leaked through the paper piece she had put in her nose. It was only the right nostril now, the same side as the bump on her wrist. She couldn't wait for her mother to leave, to get rid of it. She already felt her resolve vanning.

“He is a good man and he too wants what's best for you,” her mother said.

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Thursday Fiction 394: Parallel Slip 2: Rebel

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Isabelle put some toilet paper in her nose to contain the bleeding. It was bleeding a lot. She had no reference of what was normal for a nose bleed but it was still bleeding a lot and her head was pouncing in her temples.

“Isabelle what the hell are you doing in the bathroom,” her mother again.

Isabelle opened the door brusquely, better to deal with her now.

“I have a headache and my nose is bleeding. Can you just calm down? I should be the one freaking out.”

“Where have you been?”

Isabelle sighed.

“Yes, mother, I'm fine and I'll be able to deal with it on my own and go back to bed, thank you so much for your concern.”

Her mother hated to be called mother, she wanted to be called mum, even in front of people to show how close she was to her children. Such a joke. Her mother straightened herself.

Isabelle turned around to take care of her nose, trying not to look at her wrist, trying not to draw her mother attention to it. She removed the toilet paper and rise her face before preparing a new one. Her mother still hadn't moved, waiting for Isabelle to be done with the blood.

“So where were you?” She finally asked again, arm crossed in front of her chest.

 

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Thursday Fiction 393: Parallel Slip 2: Rebel

Welcome back to a new Thursday Fiction, it's been a while. We continue with Parallel Slip 2: Rebel where we left of last time, following Isabelle as she figure out who she really is.  

 

They slipped back to Nanurah-Isabelle's universe, the colors were still weird and distracting, Isabelle wondered if she would ever get used to them.

“If you come often, you might,” Nanurah-Isabelle said.

“Yes, I guess so.”

Isabelle took a deep breath. She needed to go back to take care of her bloody nose and of those things in her wrist, before her mother could figure out she had slipped again.

“Just, go,” Nanurah-Isabelle said, “you know where to find me.”

Isabelle slipped a long way through tunnels of colors before getting back to the place where she could see the universes. She stepped out of the universe of Genel. Oris wasn't too far. She was curious to see if Romulus would still be there. Obviously he didn't mind the intrusion of Clara's Romi, or maybe he actually liked to share her with his other self, gross. Isabelle shook her head and opened her eyes in her bathroom. There were dropped of blood all around the floor and on her pajama. Nose bleed first. She still pushed at the things on her wrist to make sure none of them were going back where they came from. It would be annoying to have Nanurah back here to find them, it had been weird enough the first time. 

 
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Thursday Fiction 392: Parallel Slip 2: Rebel

Welcome back to a new Thursday Fiction, it's been a while. We continue with Parallel Slip 2: Rebel where we left of last time, following Isabelle as she figure out who she really is.  

“Just one arm left, we can do this.” Isabelle thought loud enough to get Nanurah to hear her.

The circle traveled along her neck and down toward her shoulder then through her arm. It was even slower than before. Either Nanurah was really getting super sick or she had trouble to carry everything she had. Isabelle wonder what it was anyway. Something able to travel with her to different universe while staying in her body. That didn't make much sense.

“It's all in your wrist. I don't know how to take them out from here,” NaNurah-Isabelle said.

Isabelle opened her eyes to have a look, there was a huge bump in her inner wrist, it could have looked like a little cyst but it wasn't. It was something her mother had done to her.

“I think I know,” Isabelle said. “But we better get you home first.”

“Are you sure you don't want me around for support?” Nanurah-Isabelle said.

“Thank you but you have done enough and I know you need some rest before celebrating getting your name,” Isabelle answered. “I'll come back to visit you tomorrow, I can now that I can  take the tracker out of me.” 

 

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Thursday Fiction 391: Parallel Slip 2: Rebel

Welcome back to a new Thursday Fiction, it's been a while. We continue with Parallel Slip 2: Rebel where we left of last time, following Isabelle as she figure out who she really is.  

“There are other like me, that you visit, why aren't they all called Isabelle?” Nanurah asked.

“Because sometimes parents decide to chose between several names and the same name doesn't always win, it depends of the universe.”

“I'm going to leave those things here and go through your head,” Nanurah said.

“That's scary,” Isabelle answered.

“Just breath,” Nanurah said.

Isabelle was glad that it wasn't Clara doing it. She even wonder why Clara hadn't done it seeing how she liked to infiltrate every aspect of her personality.

“It's not in your mind, it's in your body and attached to your mind. I'm not sure I can explain right.”

Pain filter through the left of Isabelle's head, deep and sharp, her heart started racing.

“I'm sorry, I need to get them all back down,” Nanurah said, “There is even more here than in the rest of your body.

Isabelle didn't answered she closed her eyes tighter wondering how her mother could have done this to her, but in a way that was a stupid question. It wasn't about if her mother love her, it was about control and her mother liked control a lot more than her own daughter. Her nose started bleeding. Her nose never bled.

“I think I'm getting sick,” Nanurah said.

“Me too,” Isabelle answered trying to ignore the tickling feeling near her upper lips.

“I'm almost done,” Nanurah said.

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Thursday Fiction 390: Parallel Slip 2: Rebel

Welcome back to a new Thursday Fiction, it's been a while. We continue with Parallel Slip 2: Rebel where we left of last time, following Isabelle as she figure out who she really is.

 

Isabelle put the pendent in her left hand and concentrated to grabbing all the little details of it in her mind. Finally, after a few minutes, she manage to feel her pulse in her hand. Then a wave propagated inside her finger tips.

“I'm in, it's true your world is all different,” Nanurah said. “Let me take care of your little problem first.”

The wave propagated along Isabelle's arm as if a circle passed true her arm to scan it. It reached her shoulder and became bigger as her heart rate increased. It moved down her body, so slowly that Isabelle didn't notice it has moved until it reached her stomach. It was pushing the blood down and her heart rate become erratic. She tried to breath slowly through her nose but that wasn't helping. She was feeling vaguely faint. Then the circle decreased again to go through one leg and the blood at least partially came back up and her head cleared a bit. But still nothing felt weird or out of place. She wondered if the tracker was really something in her body.

“It is!” Nanurah-Isabelle said. “It's full of little pieces. I'm sorry I made you uncomfortable but I need to go everywhere to make sure it's all gone.”

The circle moved back up her leg and down the next. It was a strange feeling but it wasn't all that bad. Not like having Clara inside of her. She still couldn't believe how vulnerable and exposed she had felt. 

 

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Thursday Fiction 389: Parallel Slip 2: Rebel

Welcome back to a new Thursday Fiction, it's been a while. We continue with Parallel Slip 2: Rebel where we left of last time, following Isabelle as she figure out who she really is.

 

“That must be a hard place to live in,” Nanurah-Isabelle answered. “Imagine that roots are growing at the back of your spine, large roots entering the ground, very strong and very thick.”

The roots were strange, a melange of the roots Isabelle new, the brown from the oak tree in the garden, very strong and dark and then part of them were white and they seemed to carry light and Isabelle realized those were her other self's version, the roots in her world also had a different colors. Isabelle was a spectator as the roots coming down from both their spine broke the hill under her other self and broke the floor tiles in her bathroom straight through the next floor. They were going down and down to the center of the planet and the further down they went, the more Isabelle relaxed and felt safe. The roots rolled and gripped at the planet core as if to embrace it.

“Good, now that we are grounded, I need you to focus on something in your world, something that you like and that you can hold in your hand.”

There wasn't much in the bathroom that fit the description. Isabelle opened her jewel box and took a pendant out. It was made of an upside down pyramid shaped green stone. She wasn't sure what stone. Her father gave it to her a while back, before he was kicked out of the house.

“That will do,” Nanurah-Isabelle said. “Now focus on it, visualize it in your mind and try to feel the pulse in your hand while holding it.”

 

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Thursday Fiction 388: Parallel Slip 2: Rebel

Welcome back to a new Thursday Fiction, it's been a while. We continue with Parallel Slip 2: Rebel where we left of last time, following Isabelle as she figure out who she really is. 

 

She didn't even flush after vomiting.

“I'm you, you are me, we should be fine.”

“Then what do we do?”

“Imagine we are holding hand and close your eyes. It's easier if you are sitting on the ground.”

On the bathroom floor, Isabelle shifted and sat on the floor, whipping her face, still damp from earlier. She realized that she hadn't been out all that long. Maybe they had a chance to do something before her mother came back running after her.

“Don't let your thoughts get scattered,” Nanurah-Isabelle said.

That was going to be a difficult one but Isabelle placed her hand as if her other self was sitting in front of her and concentrated on her voice.

Then she remembered the fear. What if other universes were really as dangerous as the alliance said, what if Nanurah came here to replace her.

“Maybe we shouldn't try,” Nanurah-Isabelle said.

“Yes please, I want to do that, just I can't control my thoughts too easily, they run wild all the time.”

“But you don't trust me.”

“I don't trust anyone, not even myself,” Isabelle said.

 

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Thursday Fiction 387: Parallel Slip 2: Rebel

Welcome back to a new Thursday Fiction, it's been a while. We continue with Parallel Slip 2: Rebel where we left of last time, following Isabelle as she figure out who she really is.

 

“My friend took me to the universe of Oris to remove it but, he was lost in explanation and we didn't have time before my mother figured out that something was going on, even though she can't go to Oris.”

“Do you know how they were going to remove it?”

“I'm sure, with magic, Oris is a magic universe too.”

“Do you mean you are from a universe with no magic?”

“Yes, at least magic is not very popular,” Isabelle said.

“Then I know exactly how to remove the tracker,” Nanurah-Isabelle said.

“How?”

“We need to check your body through your mind, you need to take me with you to your reality.”

“Is that even possible?”

“Yes, but, it's really hard and I'm not so good, you know I'm almost too old to start hearing you and...”

“Let's try!” Isabelle said then she realized the hesitation of Nanurah. “Well if you want, I'm in the bathroom and not very presentable.”

 

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Thursday Fiction 386: Parallel Slip 2: Rebel

Welcome back to a new Thursday Fiction, it's been a while. We continue with Parallel Slip 2: Rebel where we left of last time, following Isabelle as she figure out who she really is.

“My mother can't come here, so I guess you're fine. And my mother only heard her voice once. She named her Marcia and it was deemed genuine but the magic never came out properly.”

“My mother's name is Teadrika,” Isabelle said.

“Well, I wish I didn't know that. If I give her her real name she'll be even more powerful and that won't be a good thing, at least not for me, gratitude is not her thing, she believes every one owes her something. On the other hand, now that I know it, if I don't tell her, I feel bad just thinking about it, all the thing she is missing.”

“If she isn't nice with you now, I don't think a more powerful version will be nicer.”

“My mother is power hungry,” the girls said at the same time and they started laughing.

“Well then maybe you're mother will not want to help mine find me,” Isabelle said.

“Do you have a plan to get the tracker out though?”

 

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Thursday Fiction 385: Parallel Slip 2: Rebel

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“She is mad because my brother got a voice on the first day and I still don't have mine. She loves him more than me, but not just because of the voice though, just because that's the way it is. When you said wrong, I thought you meant that I was wrong, that you believed like she does and were disappointed in me.”

“Oh, no, oh, no, definitely not, you're perfect, ok. She is wrong, you are awesome, I couldn't have dream better,” Isabelle said.

“Really?”

“Really!” Isabelle said and she realized that she meant it but at the same time, she had never been that nice to herself either. She had always in a side of her heart believed her mother.

“So you want to get rid of the tracker so that she doesn't follow you around?”

“Yes, otherwise she'll get into your mother soon and ruin everything for us.”

 

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Thursday Fiction 384: Parallel Slip 2: Rebel

Welcome back to a new Thursday Fiction, it's been a while. We continue with Parallel Slip 2: Rebel where we left of last time, following Isabelle as she figure out who she really is.

“For a moment I thought I was wrong,” Nanurah-Isabelle said. “When you arrived I felt fear and distress that wasn't really my own and then, wrong was the first word I heard and then I wanted to laugh.”

“This world, all of it, the colors in it look wrong to me, for example the grass, in my world it's green and the sky is blue and the flowers are colorful but not like here, it's like all the color here are enhances and fluorescent and wrong. I'm sorry, I guess I'm somehow prejudiced.”

“And what is the tracker,” Nanurah-Isabelle asked, playing with a strand of grass as if she was looking at it for the first time.

“My mother, she has something on me so that she is able to follow me in every world I visit.” Isabelle said.

 

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Thursday Fiction 383: Parallel Slip 2: Rebel

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That was something. She had never thought about, that because she was unique she could change something. She had never felt very unique with all the other selves she had visited, looking exactly like her. She wasn't really sure how it worked but she had an idea forming in her head. She remembered her plan, to get information about the tracker, and to get information about the imposter.

“You are unique because you come from the place where the very first universe carrying us was created. And I am unique because I am from this place and someone else created it. Some say we are just copies of our voice and that the voice is the only real version of us but I disagree because if it were true, there would have been only one person in the universe at each time and that would be sad.”

“I agree, I think you are very unique, I never met someone like you before,” Isabelle said.

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Thursday Fiction 382: Parallel Slip 2: Rebel

Welcome back to a new Thursday Fiction, it's been a while. We continue with Parallel Slip 2: Rebel where we left of last time, following Isabelle as she figure out who she really is.

“Maybe, if you told me more about the world here,” Isabelle asked.

“Of course, you might have seen so many other world, I can't even hope that you'll enjoy this one more,” Nanurah-Isabelle said. “I need to stay here for a while though, because I'm not... well.. I'm almost too old to start hearing the voice.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Well everyone call on their voice when they turn twelve. Most people get their voice really soon, other people never get it, and some people like me, get it really late. I'm glad you're here, I was starting to despair. It's not that it's really bad if we don't have a voice but it means that we can't go on learning. There are things only the voice can help us with, like getting our name. I needed my true name to tune with the magic. Now that you gave it to me, my life is going to change for the better. I'm unique now, not like a Nanurah anymore.”

“Unique,” Isabelle repeated, “changing your life for the better.” 

 

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Thursday Fiction 381: Parallel Slip 2: Rebel

Welcome back to a new Thursday Fiction, it's been a while. We continue with Parallel Slip 2: Rebel where we left of last time, following Isabelle as she figure out who she really is.

“Do you mind me being here?”

“What does that mean?” the girl asked.

Isabelle felt a wave of surprise in their chest.

“I mean, how do you feel about sharing your body with me,” Isabelle asked.

“I never thought about it this way,” the girl said. “I think it's marvelous, to finally have all the little parts of me, inside. Sometimes, the other comes back without being called and they tell lots of stories about other worlds. Me, I had nothing, until now. Please tell me you will come back again.”

“You really like me being here?”

“Don't you?”

Isabelle considered the question. Nanurah, wasn't as invasive as Clara, she was like a friend sitting next to you at the cafe, she made conversation and she wasn't getting inside all her thoughts and secret. Maybe that was the safe haven Romulus had talked about except that for her it wasn't in Oris. 

 

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