名字没想好，暂时叫做《Reflection》
本来很想说是怎么怎么有感而发，不过和母上又住了几天之后发觉果然我会去尝试新的东西的原因绝对只有一个：证明我不喜欢这些东西不是因为我不擅长而是觉得麻烦而已！
这傲娇的我看了都想哭啊啊哈哈，啊哈哈哈.....
反正就是因为死不服输的坏脾气总之，开始了写作，然后写了十几篇之后放弃。
于是乎去年一个因为的确是突然有了灵感，另方面则是又被母上刺激了一下然后....就开始写了。
另外写的很潦草....只是一个prototype
以↓

《Reflection》
Chapter 1.
“Huff, huff” Where am I? In the countryside? I watched the streetlights were dimming yellow light as I was running alone at night, or maybe not entirely alone. The shallow white houses were standing on both sides of the street, watching me coldly as I was trying so desperately. I thought maybe I knew this place…
“Huff, huff… Ah,” swallowed a gulp of freezing air, I ran as hard as I could but still panting like a horse. The swallowed dryness of the air combined with the chilling temperature quickly absorbed the moisture of my throat; and when the breath flew in, the icy wind filled into my throat like thousands of needles poking my soft inside. The hurt it was, the harder and quicker I was thirst for breathe, “ha, ha… ha.”
I really thought all of these were just a dream.
But the harder I tried the more pain I endured. The uneven breath had wasted most of my energy, wiped out the strength I held and squished the hope of escape. Slowly but steadily, everything beyond became unclear and unreal, like vivid phantoms. My arm swung recklessly, my paced were disrupted. I knew it, sooner or later…
The darkness was expending in my eyes and blocking my view; and I felt the blood rushed down through my body, tried to rescue my muscle from overdoing. But it didn’t help. My body was still ached and tortured. And now the street light seemed vague as that dark-violet color in my eyes grew wider. The ground sometimes seemed too soft to stepped on, but if I pressed down more power on to it, it suddenly became so hard that bounced back my feet. I felt like I was dreaming, every lights, every buildings, everything were fading into the darkness as I was running away, desperately.
I couldn’t breathe…
All of these started with [] pat my shoulder. And I turned around.
I tried to recall when and why I was running so hard, but I failed. Maybe I was too tired to do so. And no matter what, I just couldn’t resist the temptation of running, escaping and fearing from that unknown stayed behind. Even though I didn’t what it was, I could feel it was getting closer,
And closer
I didn’t know who, or even ‘what’, was behind, yet I felt its breath, its presence. It was there, was chasing me, catching me, and wouldn’t let me go away. I could feel it. I could see it. I could picture that dark shadow was reaching me behind, vividly; so vivid, as if I got an eye on my back. It was stretching its arm onto me, its claw was catching me, grabbing in the air. And no matter what, each time that arm got nothing but the winter air in its hand, the closer it reached me, the more eager I could feel it.
But I just can’t turn back…
I wanna run!
Run!
And I felt something pat on my shoulder.
“!” Elise turned back, found herself sitting in a comfortable coach. A young man was sitting next to her; he looked at her out of both curiosity and concern.
“You alright?”
“Umm, yeah… I am fine.” She hesitated a little. Took a long breath, Elise lying back into the coach and tried to drive away those terrifying scenes that were still swinging in her head. She turned to her neighbor, “thanks.”
And that shallow white skeleton smiled, waved his bones and moved his jaw silently. “Nice to see you again.”
2011/10/28
4:00 AM, Highway 5A, Okanagan connector, British Columbia;
[Elise · Rauser]
“Ahhh!” Elise · Rauser straighten her back out of the coach and screamed out of terror. Having a nightmare after a tiresome day was bad enough, but seeing a nightmare right after another one was even worse. She leant against the handle, tried to slow down her short coming gasps.
Even though the bus was full of almost deafening engine noise, even though it was still before the dawn approaches and other passenger were still in asleep, and even that scream was a small one. It seemed bothering enough for some people sitting closed by. So was her neighbor. The middle aged man in a black jacket moved a lot, rubbed his eyes, and turned to the scared young woman, “ya alright?” He mumbled in a deep voice, with his sleepy eyes half opened.
That scene was still somewhat familiar to Elise, she hesitated to answer. She knew that her neighbor, Sam, wasn’t a young man, but those two gruesome hollows filled only by the emptiness that sank into the shallow white skulls, with that creepy smile, were still swinging like flies that couldn’t go away.
While she was still hesitating, the old man saw her face darkened. He leaned a bit closer to her and asked her again, “Are you okay? You look sick.” The bus was still traveling alone on the highway. The moonlight came through the window, beaming softly into the bus. Although he was still half asleep with a messy hair, his grey eyes held strength that came from his age and experience. His stiff mustache reflected the moonlight, like steel growing out of that sharp face.
The image of the creepy skull suddenly flew away. Reality came in, she turned her face away “Come on, it’s just a dream.” Elise whispered, didn’t want to looked into those lined wrinkles covered all over that old man’s face.
“You can’t just get scared by a stupid dream.” So she turned back and smiled, "I am fine, just a dream."
But Sam had already laid his face on the window side, and fallen back into the silence again. It was too late for a conversation. Elise shocked a little and sat back tiredly, “What a fool.”
It was 4:00 AM already, but Elise wasn’t really in the mood of sleep. At the age of 27, she was still a lonely single. After her fifth attempts failed and there were none of the company left willing to hire her, her super-old-Asian-style mom sent the last warning and ordered her to come back to the hometown and find her partner of the life. Now out of the pressure, she surrendered and took the night bus came back home. She couldn’t understand why she had to follow an Asian tradition in a Western family, it was just too ridicules. But somehow her dad was standing on the mother’s side, and the saving account only had one digit left. No money to pay for the housing rent, no place to find the job, there wasn’t too many options left for her but went back home.
There was an old idiom, every sigh you made, every fortune you slipped away. Now Elise really felt she had heaved too much sigh but can’t do much about it. Honest way of saying, she didn’t look too bad a t all. Maybe not too attractive, but she did have some confidence in her blinking green eyes. Plus Graduated from UBC with a PhD in Mining Engineering, she thought there was a bright future awaited for her. “And now I am sitting on a shaking freezing cold night bus and heading back home like a failure….” She looked up and saw the moon was shining within the night sky and dark mist. And laughed out of bitterness, “Wasn’t too much left for an old granny like me, huh?” She then shivered, the winter wind could still go through the window even it was closed. She then lay curled up more inside the blanket. Found a more comfortable spot for her to shield the cold.
There weren’t too much to do in the midst of nowhere. So Elise watching those winter trees passing by as the bus was moving. There wasn’t any other sound but the muffled growling sound of the engine. There wasn’t any other light but the yellow light beam passing through the darkness. She felt that she, as well as all other passengers didn’t belong here. They were the outsiders, trespassed the silent but peaceful nature. Like her life, lonely, boring, and almost meaningless. Sigh.
Maybe that was a bad choice to even take a PhD; at least she had way more time and chance left for a real job. But nothing she could do now, except complaining to her neighbor. He was an attractive yet sedate gentle man; so nice to have such a wonderful companion in this trip. She couldn’t recall how and why she could just went on and on endlessly talking to him, even when she wanted to stop, that deep voice made her just wanted to tell more… “Ahh, maybe I was a bit too trouble-making, ack.” She thought. Then turned away from the window and fell back into sleep, not noticing her neighbor’s whisper.

[Elise · Rauser] Just a second before, she was listening to the German hound playing the Beethoven’s Moonlight sonata, and she was wondering was she in a dream or not. And just one second after, she heard a scream out of terror and woke up, saw a gun was pointing at her.
Was this a dream again?
But when Elise looked into the dark gun barrel, and felt the same coldness from the gun and Sam’s face, she realized it was happening right now, right at this point.
But, Sam? She looked up and saw that old man’s face, as deep and certain as he used to be, but only darker. Those grey eyes took out the last bit of warmth from the air, and he spoke “Money?” The gun moved slightly closer toward her head, steady, “or life?”
“How… What, what is going on?”
He bit back a sigh of impatience, and reloaded the gun twice, then pinned the muzzle onto her forehead. He was more serious than that cold steel. “You got what I mean, right?” He leaned his head to the right, “Give it to me.” He spook it single word by a single word.
Everything she done afterward was automatic, she wasn’t even thinking. As he commanded, she took out her wallet and her iPhone, and handed those to him. But she felt more frustrated and betrayed than fear, the guy she once thought a gentleman was now a robber, a skilled cold blooded hoodlum. It was totally a huge shock and she couldn’t feel anything more. When she thought it was over, he used that hand gun pointed at her neck, “I remembered you said you have a necklace.” He didn’t smile.
Great, she tied off her necklace. The tear was circling around inside her eyes. That was her 18thyears old birthday gift, given by her mother. A bluish Tibet agaphite necklace passed down from her grandmother to her mom. But he only took a glance, and put it inside his pocket, and turned away to another passenger beside her, left her alone, depressed.
Everything was going too fast for her, and all other passengers. Before they could thought clearly and reacted (except screaming), they were already controlled by these gangsters. Some passengers brought kids and they were crying, too. But all those robbers did were just put down their weapon onto their head or even their eyes, and the crying drowned into the silence. Sam was in the front, and there were two other men were pointing pistol to peoples head and taking their valuables. There was also another fat-shaped man, walking back and forth, was handling a shot gun, securing at the back.
The night was pitch black and yet quiet. The moonlight was blocked by the heavy cloud, only gave a glimmer of brightness past through the darkness. By that, she could barely saw those guys’ faces. She looked down. Her hands sank into the shade; nothing could be seen from here. She smiled.
So she slowly took something out of her pocket.

After I saw a guy wearing sunglasses was holding a pistol on my back, I thought maybe obey what he say was the best choice. But when I heard the second gunshot followed up by people cried out, I was staggered. Held the brake and I turned back. The sudden stop seemed to make the screaming went on even louder.
The gun barrel was only a few centimeter away from my eyes. Eyes up, and found that man was staring at me. He only said “turn back,” and pushed up his sunglasses. The sunglasses on a slim tight face consumed both the moonlight shone upon his face, and any piece of his real emotion inside.
“But I need to know if my passengers’ safe!” I shouted. My leg was trembling.
The black hole of the muzzle pointed to my left eye. I heard his voice, “do you think we really need a bus driver? Go back to your work, big hero.”
He paused, “No one should be killed for now, but maybe you could be the first one.”
I turned back in silence, started engine. Pretended I didn’t hear all those scream and gun fire.
I had never heard of, or even got a clue about bus robbing 【】before. And even I got any chance to react. I had already got suppressed by one of them. He only ordered me still driving forward, but in 40km/hr. That must be another part of their plan.
The sweat soaked my shirt. I was breathing hard, the wheel felt slippery, very hard to grab tight. I was driving but I couldn’t think clearly. Many things from my past, my dream and my imagination flashed in front of my eyes. I wanted to scream, I wanted to shout, I wanted to escape.
But the reality was pushing me forward, and loaded that small, deadly bullet.
He said: if I obey what they said, I would be alive. And only two minutes after, they shot someone. Who the heck knew I would be the next or not.
I had to react; I had to do something for my life.
I had to wait. The front mirror reflected my face, I seemed like a ghost.
[Elise · Rauser] Elise felt like her heart pop out when she heard the gunshot and people were screaming. But when she realized there weren’t any hole on her body, and still no one had came forward to her, she felt a bit relieved. But Elise didn’t dare to sit up and to see what happened, instead, she lowered her body a little bit more. So no one would see her cell phone. Yes, that’s another cell phone.
Somehow, luckily, she brought her old Nokia with her. It was just a coincidence. When Elise was looking for her laptop, she accidentally found her lost Nokia under the book shelf. No matter what, all cell phone could dial 911 with or without SIM card.
“Hope that battery still works,” she whispered. Closed her eye, and pressed down the power button, and prayed inside her heart.
Each second was like a year, with her heart trembling, she carefully covered the screen with her hand, and waiting for the cell phone could be turned on.
Finally, she felt her Nokia vibrated. “It worked!” she almost spoke out loud.
But before she smiled, the old style Nokia, Lumia 918 started normally with the starting up sound effect: Beep! Beep! [Simon · Klein] The gun shot only a few centimeters above that guy’s head. That was not his intention to get a bloody mess in his plan, but he loved the scaring face of these stupid people who dared to play tricks on him. He enjoyed this moment, everyone was afraid of him, really afraid. He looked down and saw this poor man, who was once kind of big and tall, curled his body like a small baby. Simon smiled, grasped that man’s head with his hand and lifted him up, he looked into his eyes. The eyes had lost its focus, staring away out somewhere else.
Simon was pleased with this reaction, but he didn’t show it. “Now you know you should never play stupid trick on me, okay?” Then he increased his strength in his grasp. The man screamed out of pain. A woman sat beside him, looked like his wife, grabbed his cloth and cried for mercy.
When he put the scared man down and took away all his valuables, he heard a beeping noise behind him.
Did he miss any cell phone?
Angered, he howled, “What was that?” The voice covered all other noise inside the bus, even the children stopped crying.
The whole bus occupied by the silence, only his shouted echoed inside, with engine vrooming monotonously.
“Who! Was! That!?” He repeated, and looked around. His company shook their head; they didn’t see anything special. He surveyed all his victims, there were only scared faces, with nothing but helpless and recoiled by his anger. He carefully looked into everyone’s eyes; years after years’ experience of threaten people, he developed an instinct of distinguish truth and lies from one’s eyes. Those people who dared to lie to him would have a strong fear and tendency of avoiding his eyes.
Then, he saw Elise.

强大……尽管我一向以英语好著称……

英语不及格的痛苦的滚过啊啊这战力啊

……不愧是A喵

太可怕……