Word Count: 43,333
Summary of Events:
Chapter 13:
Borden walked through the forest around the southern end of Williston Lake and got to thinking a little bit about Mrs. Pavelick's worries. Honour and Eira — who were suffering in their rather warm clothes in the summer heat — were given some summery clothes and allowed to have showers. They also got their hair trimmed and then the man who Eira had been singing for started to discuss with Eira her unwillingness to do what he wanted.
Chapter 14:
Borden woke up and set out walking. The Frankes, having prepared a pile of explosives, set off to get revenge on the people they suspected were holding their daughter. Eira discussed with Honour how she felt so unnaturally courageous when she was talking with the man — who was threatening her — Honour told her about various courageous people in the Bible who'd been given their courage by God. Borden settled down for bed, feeling a lot better, more alive, and like he had a purpose to his life that was good.
Excerpt of the Day:
"Borden sighed and looked up to the sky. Then he heard the sound of brush moving and he surged to his feet. He was completely rigid, his eyes seeking out forms in the darkness, grateful he'd put out the fire and his eyes were completely adjusted to the night.
His entire body was on high alert, every move was slow, deliberate, and well thought out. He sought every millimetre of the forest with his eyes before moving on. Another rustle and his ears pinpointed what direction it was in.
Turning to face it, he sought out the trees with his eyes. The brush rustled again, and then a skunk came out of the bush into the learning. Borden stood dead still. He did not want to scare that.
His eyes followed the skunk as it went through the little clearing Borden was using as a campsite and disappeared into the bush on the other side. There was an occasional rustle as the skunk moved on.
Borden released himself from the tension. He took several deep breaths and then slowly laid back down. He had to admit he'd been legitimately scared. But he felt good too, like he was really alive again.
It was like combat, he was on alert, every noise was carefully considered and evaluated, he was constantly watching, carefully judging, discerning the best course, as if he were on a stealth recon mission or something. It felt really good. He was living on the edge, and there wasn't really any place he liked living more than there. Borden liked to fight, to have to think carefully and move delicately. He liked things hanging in the balance.
Sure it was walking in the bush, sure there were bears and cougars around, sure he might not find much to eat, so what? This was what he loved. This was where he thrived. It was intense, high-adrenaline action. It was danger. It was awesome.
Borden could see how Mrs. Pavelick couldn't understand. She was a woman. Women liked safety and comfort more. But he was a man, and men liked to fight, to be alive like this, on the edge, in the rough."
Wednesday, October 08, 2014
Tuesday, October 07, 2014
Finding Honour: Day 6
Word Count: 37,335
Summary of Events:
Chapter 11:
Borden went to the Agassiz penitentiary where the Frankes had been imprisoned and found out they were no longer there, but Mr. Franke'd had a cellmate and Borden had a somewhat odd and slightly convoluted conversation with the cellmate who gave Borden the name of a place called Iskut. Eira and Honour were taken to some place they didn't know and asked to sing.
Chapter 12:
Borden returned to Mackenzie and decided he was going to journey to Iskut on foot being as he didn't have the money for the fuel required to get him to Iskut by car, Mr. and Mrs. Pavelick were a little saddened at his decision. Eira sang again, as she'd been doing daily for awhile, and she and Honour discussed why she was being asked to sing.
Excerpt of the Day:
""So what are you going to need for your journey?" Mr. Pavelick asked.
"I'm not really going to need anything," Borden replied. "I've got some survival gear, and I don't think it'd be wise to bring any food with be due to the bears and other hungry wildlife."
"But how are you going to survive?" Mrs. Pavelick asked, her eyes opening wide.
"There's no lack of water in the woods, all kinds of rivers and lakes and such," Borden replied. "And there's probably going to be berries, and I could use a rope and rig up some snares to get small game."
"But still," Mrs. Pavelick said. "Who says you're going to find anything?"
"I don't know," Borden replied. "But I would think that since there isn't much for settlements in the forests of British Columbia that there would be a pretty good quantity of wildlife that could be caught and eaten."
"Shouldn't you maybe bring a gun or something?" Mrs. Pavelick asked.
"I have some knives," Borden replied. "But I don't exactly ant to go making a ruckus or anything. No sense in going out and disturbing the peace or anything — besides, I'm going to be more likely to hit a tree than anything I might want to eat with the density of the trees I'm sure."
"What about a tent? Or blankets?" Mrs. Pavelick asked.
"I have coat," Borden replied. "There wouldn't likely be too much space for a tent to be set up."
Mrs. Pavelick looked uncertain.
"Mrs. Pavelick," Borden said. "I had six years military training, and in the military we're trained to survive some pretty extreme circumstances, being as they may ver well be possibly required in combat. I'll be alright, and if not, well, I have my doubts that anybody'll really miss me or anything."
Mrs. Pavelick definitely looked on the verge of tears. Borden could see her eyes were glassy and moist.
"We will," Mr. Pavelick said.
Borden saw that Mr. Pavelick was sombre and sad looking as well. Sighing, Borden gave a glance down at his plate.
"I'm honoured that you care," Borden said. "But still, who's more important? An unmarried, dishonoured, ex-convict? Or a child? As much as I like being alive, I think that returning Honour to safety is more important — even if it possibly costs me my life."
Mrs. Pavelick was in tears now. Mr. Pavelick gently put his arm around her.
"And if it does," Mr. Pavelick said. "We aren't just going to let your body rot in the woods, we're going to make sure you get a proper and honourable burial."
Borden nodded."
Summary of Events:
Chapter 11:
Borden went to the Agassiz penitentiary where the Frankes had been imprisoned and found out they were no longer there, but Mr. Franke'd had a cellmate and Borden had a somewhat odd and slightly convoluted conversation with the cellmate who gave Borden the name of a place called Iskut. Eira and Honour were taken to some place they didn't know and asked to sing.
Chapter 12:
Borden returned to Mackenzie and decided he was going to journey to Iskut on foot being as he didn't have the money for the fuel required to get him to Iskut by car, Mr. and Mrs. Pavelick were a little saddened at his decision. Eira sang again, as she'd been doing daily for awhile, and she and Honour discussed why she was being asked to sing.
Excerpt of the Day:
""So what are you going to need for your journey?" Mr. Pavelick asked.
"I'm not really going to need anything," Borden replied. "I've got some survival gear, and I don't think it'd be wise to bring any food with be due to the bears and other hungry wildlife."
"But how are you going to survive?" Mrs. Pavelick asked, her eyes opening wide.
"There's no lack of water in the woods, all kinds of rivers and lakes and such," Borden replied. "And there's probably going to be berries, and I could use a rope and rig up some snares to get small game."
"But still," Mrs. Pavelick said. "Who says you're going to find anything?"
"I don't know," Borden replied. "But I would think that since there isn't much for settlements in the forests of British Columbia that there would be a pretty good quantity of wildlife that could be caught and eaten."
"Shouldn't you maybe bring a gun or something?" Mrs. Pavelick asked.
"I have some knives," Borden replied. "But I don't exactly ant to go making a ruckus or anything. No sense in going out and disturbing the peace or anything — besides, I'm going to be more likely to hit a tree than anything I might want to eat with the density of the trees I'm sure."
"What about a tent? Or blankets?" Mrs. Pavelick asked.
"I have coat," Borden replied. "There wouldn't likely be too much space for a tent to be set up."
Mrs. Pavelick looked uncertain.
"Mrs. Pavelick," Borden said. "I had six years military training, and in the military we're trained to survive some pretty extreme circumstances, being as they may ver well be possibly required in combat. I'll be alright, and if not, well, I have my doubts that anybody'll really miss me or anything."
Mrs. Pavelick definitely looked on the verge of tears. Borden could see her eyes were glassy and moist.
"We will," Mr. Pavelick said.
Borden saw that Mr. Pavelick was sombre and sad looking as well. Sighing, Borden gave a glance down at his plate.
"I'm honoured that you care," Borden said. "But still, who's more important? An unmarried, dishonoured, ex-convict? Or a child? As much as I like being alive, I think that returning Honour to safety is more important — even if it possibly costs me my life."
Mrs. Pavelick was in tears now. Mr. Pavelick gently put his arm around her.
"And if it does," Mr. Pavelick said. "We aren't just going to let your body rot in the woods, we're going to make sure you get a proper and honourable burial."
Borden nodded."
Monday, October 06, 2014
Finding Honour: Day 5
Word Count: 31,338
Summary of Events:
Chapter 9:
Borden began the journey south to Prince George to investigate his hypothesis in regards to Honour's disappearance while the Frankes discussed how they were going to get revenge on the gangsters they owed money to. Honour and Eira discussed God and salvation.
Chapter 10:
Borden found out that Robyn Franke's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Rose, were alive, and went to interview them using the cover of wanting to write a book about Robyn's life and studying the psychology behind Robyn's decision to become a criminal. Eira then — much to Honour's surprise and elation — became a Christian.
Excerpt of the Day:
"Mr. Rose nodded. "We got Reuben and Rhonda right, but we just can't understand where the wheels fell off the wagon with Robyn, it just makes no sense."
Borden looked down at the cookies and nodded, the thought struck him that maybe his parents felt the same way. Burke and Sylvia had come out good, straight, and upright, and he'd gone and fallen apart.
"If Robyn were to come nocking on your door," Borden said. "Would you welcome her in?"
"No," Mrs. Rose say sharply.
Borden looked at Mr. Rose. Mr. Rose shook his head with a bit of reluctance.
"Robyn chose a life we don't condone, we couldn't," Mr. Rose said.
Borden nodded, then he thought of another question.
"Was Robyn ever involved in a car accident or any other traumatic event? Or were any of her friends?"
"Not really, as far as I know," Mr. Rose replied. He looked past Borden to Mrs. Rose.
Borden looked over at Mrs. Rose. Her face was somewhat hard, straight, firm, and slightly upset.
"Well, there was one party where someone ended up dying on a drug overdose," Mr. Rose said. "But other than that, no."
"Do you know how well Robyn knew the person who died?" Borden asked.
"From the sounds of things they didn't get along," Mr. Rose replied. "I think. Or maybe that was someone else. I don't know."
Borden nodded. Their lived had been a little different, and their reactions were probably different, but their parents were probably of a similar minds, except his dad was like Mrs. Rose, and his mom was like Mr. Rose.
Emptying his glass of water, Borden set it down on the tray.
"Thank you," he said. "I'm sorry if I've imposed or caused any pain."
Mr. Rose nodded. "I hope that you are able to figure something out with whatever it is you're doing," he said.
Borden rose and Mrs. Rose led him to the main entry, getting him his coat while he put his boots on. Mrs. Rose looked at Borden with a severe and icy expression. Borden gave her a sympathetic gaze, but it didn't seem to do anything.
Sighing, he stepped outside and Mrs. Rose closed the door behind him. He paused on the doorstep.
"Frederick!" he heard Mrs. Rose snap. "I have a feeling we've been conned! Next think you know everyone's going to hear about what wretched parents we are! I cannot believe I listened to you!"
Borden sighed again and moved on down the sidewalk. He had a feeling that if someone would've come to his parents and asked them similar questions they would've reacted exactly the same way — especially his dad."
Summary of Events:
Chapter 9:
Borden began the journey south to Prince George to investigate his hypothesis in regards to Honour's disappearance while the Frankes discussed how they were going to get revenge on the gangsters they owed money to. Honour and Eira discussed God and salvation.
Chapter 10:
Borden found out that Robyn Franke's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Rose, were alive, and went to interview them using the cover of wanting to write a book about Robyn's life and studying the psychology behind Robyn's decision to become a criminal. Eira then — much to Honour's surprise and elation — became a Christian.
Excerpt of the Day:
"Mr. Rose nodded. "We got Reuben and Rhonda right, but we just can't understand where the wheels fell off the wagon with Robyn, it just makes no sense."
Borden looked down at the cookies and nodded, the thought struck him that maybe his parents felt the same way. Burke and Sylvia had come out good, straight, and upright, and he'd gone and fallen apart.
"If Robyn were to come nocking on your door," Borden said. "Would you welcome her in?"
"No," Mrs. Rose say sharply.
Borden looked at Mr. Rose. Mr. Rose shook his head with a bit of reluctance.
"Robyn chose a life we don't condone, we couldn't," Mr. Rose said.
Borden nodded, then he thought of another question.
"Was Robyn ever involved in a car accident or any other traumatic event? Or were any of her friends?"
"Not really, as far as I know," Mr. Rose replied. He looked past Borden to Mrs. Rose.
Borden looked over at Mrs. Rose. Her face was somewhat hard, straight, firm, and slightly upset.
"Well, there was one party where someone ended up dying on a drug overdose," Mr. Rose said. "But other than that, no."
"Do you know how well Robyn knew the person who died?" Borden asked.
"From the sounds of things they didn't get along," Mr. Rose replied. "I think. Or maybe that was someone else. I don't know."
Borden nodded. Their lived had been a little different, and their reactions were probably different, but their parents were probably of a similar minds, except his dad was like Mrs. Rose, and his mom was like Mr. Rose.
Emptying his glass of water, Borden set it down on the tray.
"Thank you," he said. "I'm sorry if I've imposed or caused any pain."
Mr. Rose nodded. "I hope that you are able to figure something out with whatever it is you're doing," he said.
Borden rose and Mrs. Rose led him to the main entry, getting him his coat while he put his boots on. Mrs. Rose looked at Borden with a severe and icy expression. Borden gave her a sympathetic gaze, but it didn't seem to do anything.
Sighing, he stepped outside and Mrs. Rose closed the door behind him. He paused on the doorstep.
"Frederick!" he heard Mrs. Rose snap. "I have a feeling we've been conned! Next think you know everyone's going to hear about what wretched parents we are! I cannot believe I listened to you!"
Borden sighed again and moved on down the sidewalk. He had a feeling that if someone would've come to his parents and asked them similar questions they would've reacted exactly the same way — especially his dad."
Saturday, October 04, 2014
Finding Honour: Day 4
Word Count: 25,344
Summary of Events:
Chapter 7:
Borden went to the police and told them about what he'd seen in the middle of the night, and about the armed couple, but the police officer was sceptical. The police officer told Ryan and Christine about Borden's visit and Ryan felt concerned. Eira asked Honour about the significance of the biographies in the Bible and Honour explained things as best as she could.
Chapter 8:
Borden discussed what kind of a job he wanted with Mrs. Pavelick, and struggled mentally with whether he should be a good civilian and stay out of hunting for Honour, or if he should satiate his adrenaline-hungry brain and get into it. Honour and Eira were then visited by the man who'd kidnapped Honour — called Hebb — and his tall, gravelly-voiced friend McAthry. Eira fought with the men and Honour nearly escaped, but she was scared by the appearance of a pair of gunmen.
Excerpt of the Day:
"The gunman looked at Eira with a hard expression.
"You got out of it this time raven, but next time," he shook his head. "No way. You owe us big time, and you're going to pay us back."
The gunman then threw Eira backwards and stalked out of the door. The other gunman closed the door. Eira fell back and put a hand out to stop her falling, but quickly pulled it back and let herself fall on her back, bringing her hand up against her chest and holding it with her other hand, tears seeping out of her eyes.
Honour got up and went over to Eira. She was scared with everything that'd happened, but she knew Eira was hurting.
"What happened?" Honour asked.
"I jammed my wrist," Eira replied, sounding ready to cry. "When I fell. It hurts."
"What are they going to do to you?" Honour asked.
"Horrible things," Eira whispered. "Savage things. Evil things. Things that should never have been thought of by anyone ever."
It scared Honour to think that there were such bad things, and that they were going to be done to Eira too.
"Why are they going to do them?" Honour asked.
"Because they want to make videos," Eira replied. "And they want to sell the videos, and make money off the videos because there are depraves souls out there who like watching such vileness, so that they can make back the money my brother owed them."
Honour shuddered at the thought. People liked to see it? She looked up at the roof of the shed. Had the world been more evil than this when God had flooded it? Or was this more evil? Too bad God had gone and promised He'd never flood the whole world again or maybe He could've sent another flood and gotten rid of all this evil.
"But they aren't," Eira whispered.
"What?" Honour asked.
"They aren't," Eira replied. "They aren't going to make me. I am not going to do it. I am going to fight them. I am not going to give in. I will never quit fighting them. They will not make me do it. They aren't going to succeed in defeating me. I don't care how much it hurts me. I am going to fight them. I would rather die than do that for them. Oh."
Eira dissolved into tears. Honour wanted to hug Eira, but she didn't think she had the strength to lift Eira up. Eira started to lament — or so it seemed to Honour — but she had no idea what language Eira was speaking in."
Summary of Events:
Chapter 7:
Borden went to the police and told them about what he'd seen in the middle of the night, and about the armed couple, but the police officer was sceptical. The police officer told Ryan and Christine about Borden's visit and Ryan felt concerned. Eira asked Honour about the significance of the biographies in the Bible and Honour explained things as best as she could.
Chapter 8:
Borden discussed what kind of a job he wanted with Mrs. Pavelick, and struggled mentally with whether he should be a good civilian and stay out of hunting for Honour, or if he should satiate his adrenaline-hungry brain and get into it. Honour and Eira were then visited by the man who'd kidnapped Honour — called Hebb — and his tall, gravelly-voiced friend McAthry. Eira fought with the men and Honour nearly escaped, but she was scared by the appearance of a pair of gunmen.
Excerpt of the Day:
"The gunman looked at Eira with a hard expression.
"You got out of it this time raven, but next time," he shook his head. "No way. You owe us big time, and you're going to pay us back."
The gunman then threw Eira backwards and stalked out of the door. The other gunman closed the door. Eira fell back and put a hand out to stop her falling, but quickly pulled it back and let herself fall on her back, bringing her hand up against her chest and holding it with her other hand, tears seeping out of her eyes.
Honour got up and went over to Eira. She was scared with everything that'd happened, but she knew Eira was hurting.
"What happened?" Honour asked.
"I jammed my wrist," Eira replied, sounding ready to cry. "When I fell. It hurts."
"What are they going to do to you?" Honour asked.
"Horrible things," Eira whispered. "Savage things. Evil things. Things that should never have been thought of by anyone ever."
It scared Honour to think that there were such bad things, and that they were going to be done to Eira too.
"Why are they going to do them?" Honour asked.
"Because they want to make videos," Eira replied. "And they want to sell the videos, and make money off the videos because there are depraves souls out there who like watching such vileness, so that they can make back the money my brother owed them."
Honour shuddered at the thought. People liked to see it? She looked up at the roof of the shed. Had the world been more evil than this when God had flooded it? Or was this more evil? Too bad God had gone and promised He'd never flood the whole world again or maybe He could've sent another flood and gotten rid of all this evil.
"But they aren't," Eira whispered.
"What?" Honour asked.
"They aren't," Eira replied. "They aren't going to make me. I am not going to do it. I am going to fight them. I am not going to give in. I will never quit fighting them. They will not make me do it. They aren't going to succeed in defeating me. I don't care how much it hurts me. I am going to fight them. I would rather die than do that for them. Oh."
Eira dissolved into tears. Honour wanted to hug Eira, but she didn't think she had the strength to lift Eira up. Eira started to lament — or so it seemed to Honour — but she had no idea what language Eira was speaking in."
Friday, October 03, 2014
Finding Honour: Day 3
Word Count: 19,341
Summary of Events:
Chapter 5:
The police questioned Borden about whether or not he'd seen Honour due to Christine's suspicions that Honour had gone to see him, and he told them that she hadn't. The Frankes went to the ugly trailer and found a note that told them to pay what they owed and they'd find their child. Honour arrived at the gang headquarters and met Eira. Honour then talked to Eira about Christianity and explained it to her.
Chapter 6:
Incredibly curious in regards to the suspicious activities of the man and the couple he'd seen visiting the ugly trailer over the past two days, Borden went to look at it himself and found that whomever had been living there had been tracking Honour. Honour and Eira then talked some more and Honour realized that her parents were bad guys and started feeling rather scared and alone.
Excerpt of the Day:
"Two incidents of suspicious activity at that place in two days. It was bothering Borden. That ugly trailer had been where the man came from with that sleeping bag, and then a blonde couple — an armed couple — came and searched the place thoroughly. Borden had their license plate number — not that he was sure he could look it up or anything.
The suspicion around that place was driving Borden wild. He had to go look around it himself. Opening his backpack, he pulled out his pair of slim, yet well-insulated gloves that he'd used in the winter. Even if they were a little on the warm side, they were the only gloves he had, and the last thing he wanted to do was go leaving his fingerprints at the place or goodness knew he was going to be questioned again.
Putting the gloves in his pocket, Borden stepped outside. He looked both ways before crossing the rather uneven and poor looking strip of asphalt that was the road in this park and then went over to the ugly trailer.
He put his gloves on and turned the know. The interior of the trailer wasn't any less ugly than the exterior of the trailer in regards to decoration — it was high seventies — but it was neater, quite a bit neater for the most part. It looked odd for a place with such outdated style to be looking so neat and clean like it did. It didn't look like a haven for suspicious activity.
As he scanned the living room into which he'd entered, Borden couldn't help but notice that a change had occurred in himself. His senses were alert, his analysis was critical, his whole body was tense and ready for action at the drop of a hat. He felt like he was doing more than just existing. He was living.
His gaze swept across the floor, the carpet was a beige-gold colour with a but of a metallic sheen, but there was a stain on it. A stain that was rather reddish. After doing a quick survey and determining that there was no one waiting to pounce on him, he strode over to the spot and squatted down.
It could very likely — more likely than anything else — be a two-day-old bloodstain, he felt quite certain. And that meant that someone had been killed here. Which worked with the shape of that sleeping bag when the man had brought it out.
Keeping his senses alert, he walked through the house, giving it a light survey. Things were neat and tidy and it looked like a rather ordinary trailer — especially if somebody suddenly were to zap the world back in time to the high seventies — and then he found a filing cabinet."
Summary of Events:
Chapter 5:
The police questioned Borden about whether or not he'd seen Honour due to Christine's suspicions that Honour had gone to see him, and he told them that she hadn't. The Frankes went to the ugly trailer and found a note that told them to pay what they owed and they'd find their child. Honour arrived at the gang headquarters and met Eira. Honour then talked to Eira about Christianity and explained it to her.
Chapter 6:
Incredibly curious in regards to the suspicious activities of the man and the couple he'd seen visiting the ugly trailer over the past two days, Borden went to look at it himself and found that whomever had been living there had been tracking Honour. Honour and Eira then talked some more and Honour realized that her parents were bad guys and started feeling rather scared and alone.
Excerpt of the Day:
"Two incidents of suspicious activity at that place in two days. It was bothering Borden. That ugly trailer had been where the man came from with that sleeping bag, and then a blonde couple — an armed couple — came and searched the place thoroughly. Borden had their license plate number — not that he was sure he could look it up or anything.
The suspicion around that place was driving Borden wild. He had to go look around it himself. Opening his backpack, he pulled out his pair of slim, yet well-insulated gloves that he'd used in the winter. Even if they were a little on the warm side, they were the only gloves he had, and the last thing he wanted to do was go leaving his fingerprints at the place or goodness knew he was going to be questioned again.
Putting the gloves in his pocket, Borden stepped outside. He looked both ways before crossing the rather uneven and poor looking strip of asphalt that was the road in this park and then went over to the ugly trailer.
He put his gloves on and turned the know. The interior of the trailer wasn't any less ugly than the exterior of the trailer in regards to decoration — it was high seventies — but it was neater, quite a bit neater for the most part. It looked odd for a place with such outdated style to be looking so neat and clean like it did. It didn't look like a haven for suspicious activity.
As he scanned the living room into which he'd entered, Borden couldn't help but notice that a change had occurred in himself. His senses were alert, his analysis was critical, his whole body was tense and ready for action at the drop of a hat. He felt like he was doing more than just existing. He was living.
His gaze swept across the floor, the carpet was a beige-gold colour with a but of a metallic sheen, but there was a stain on it. A stain that was rather reddish. After doing a quick survey and determining that there was no one waiting to pounce on him, he strode over to the spot and squatted down.
It could very likely — more likely than anything else — be a two-day-old bloodstain, he felt quite certain. And that meant that someone had been killed here. Which worked with the shape of that sleeping bag when the man had brought it out.
Keeping his senses alert, he walked through the house, giving it a light survey. Things were neat and tidy and it looked like a rather ordinary trailer — especially if somebody suddenly were to zap the world back in time to the high seventies — and then he found a filing cabinet."
Thursday, October 02, 2014
Finding Honour: Day 2
Word Count: 13,333
Summary of Events:
Chapter 3:
Mr. and Mrs. Pavelick, an elderly couple, offered Borden a place to stay instead of his car, which he accepted quite appreciatively. Eira, being as she was rather bored and tired of thinking about the fact that her brother was dead, decided to keep her singing muscles fit and sang a choral lament she'd learned in school.
Chapter 4:
Honour went out to find Borden and visit with him, but encountered a strange man who made her get into his SUV. The man then went and visited the woman who had called the Frankes to punish her for having called the Frankes. Borden woke up in need of the bathroom and discovered activity was going on at the ugly trailer across the way and watched a man carry a mummy sleeping bag out of the house, and then some other stuff and was puzzled. Ryan and Christine — Honour's foster parents — discussed whether they should call the police and Christine confessed that she suspected Honour might've gone looking for Borden which stunned Ryan. Honour then woke up and 1:25 in the morning and overheard her captor talking on the phone with someone and using a lot of puzzling terms.
Excerpt of the Day:
"He smiled at her, but the smile looked like a smile a bad guy would do. He was wearing a t-shirt with some sort of logo on it and plain jeans that looked like they needed to be washed. His arms were all covered in those weird marking things that made Honour's skin crawl.
"Hello there," he said in a voice that sounded actually a little nice. "Is your name Honour Sorken?"
Honour was surprised that he would know her name, and even though she wanted to say no she knew that lying was wrong and answered: "Yes."
The man squatted down to be about the same height as her. "I would like it very much if you'd come for a ride in my jeep with me," he said.
"I'm sorry," Honour said. "But I'm trying to find someone, and I don't think he's far enough away that I need a ride."
"I'll give you some candy if you do," he said.
"I have a snack in my backpack already," Honour said.
"Oh please Honour," he said. "I have some people I really want you to meet, and they've been waiting to meet you for a very long time."
"Like who?" Honour asked.
"Your parents," he replied.
"If they want to meet me then they can come all by themselves and find me," Honour said.
"Oh but they can't, they're very busy you know," he said.
"If they really want to meet me they can come all by themselves and do it, I don't need you tot take me to them," Honour replied, rather defiantly.
"They sent me to get you," he said.
"Well then who didn't you stop at Ryan and Christine's house and tell them?" Honour asked. "Ryan and Christine wouldn't be happy about this."
"No, of course not, but I'll go to Ryan and Christine if you'll come with me," he said.
"I'll walk," Honour said.
"Come, please," he said.
"No," Honour replied.
She watched his face begin to harden and his smile really fade. He reached out and grabbed her arm hard and tight. It hurt.
"You're going to come with me in my jeep," he said. "Or I'm going to hurt you."
"God's bigger than you are," Honour replied defiantly. "He'll beat you up."
The smile, although looking really bad, came back, and he chuckled in a bad way.
"There is no God," he said. "You'll believe anything."
"God's bigger than you are, and He'll beat you up," Honour repeated sharply.
"Well then you'd think He'd be wailing on me already," he said. "Or is He going to wail on me once you're in the jeep?"
"Why would He cry on you?" Honour asked.
"I don't mean wailing as in crying, I mean wailing as in punching lots, fast, and hard," he replied.
"Well God doesn't always do things the same as people," Honour said. "But He's going to beat you up."
"I'd like to see Him try," he said."
Summary of Events:
Chapter 3:
Mr. and Mrs. Pavelick, an elderly couple, offered Borden a place to stay instead of his car, which he accepted quite appreciatively. Eira, being as she was rather bored and tired of thinking about the fact that her brother was dead, decided to keep her singing muscles fit and sang a choral lament she'd learned in school.
Chapter 4:
Honour went out to find Borden and visit with him, but encountered a strange man who made her get into his SUV. The man then went and visited the woman who had called the Frankes to punish her for having called the Frankes. Borden woke up in need of the bathroom and discovered activity was going on at the ugly trailer across the way and watched a man carry a mummy sleeping bag out of the house, and then some other stuff and was puzzled. Ryan and Christine — Honour's foster parents — discussed whether they should call the police and Christine confessed that she suspected Honour might've gone looking for Borden which stunned Ryan. Honour then woke up and 1:25 in the morning and overheard her captor talking on the phone with someone and using a lot of puzzling terms.
Excerpt of the Day:
"He smiled at her, but the smile looked like a smile a bad guy would do. He was wearing a t-shirt with some sort of logo on it and plain jeans that looked like they needed to be washed. His arms were all covered in those weird marking things that made Honour's skin crawl.
"Hello there," he said in a voice that sounded actually a little nice. "Is your name Honour Sorken?"
Honour was surprised that he would know her name, and even though she wanted to say no she knew that lying was wrong and answered: "Yes."
The man squatted down to be about the same height as her. "I would like it very much if you'd come for a ride in my jeep with me," he said.
"I'm sorry," Honour said. "But I'm trying to find someone, and I don't think he's far enough away that I need a ride."
"I'll give you some candy if you do," he said.
"I have a snack in my backpack already," Honour said.
"Oh please Honour," he said. "I have some people I really want you to meet, and they've been waiting to meet you for a very long time."
"Like who?" Honour asked.
"Your parents," he replied.
"If they want to meet me then they can come all by themselves and find me," Honour said.
"Oh but they can't, they're very busy you know," he said.
"If they really want to meet me they can come all by themselves and do it, I don't need you tot take me to them," Honour replied, rather defiantly.
"They sent me to get you," he said.
"Well then who didn't you stop at Ryan and Christine's house and tell them?" Honour asked. "Ryan and Christine wouldn't be happy about this."
"No, of course not, but I'll go to Ryan and Christine if you'll come with me," he said.
"I'll walk," Honour said.
"Come, please," he said.
"No," Honour replied.
She watched his face begin to harden and his smile really fade. He reached out and grabbed her arm hard and tight. It hurt.
"You're going to come with me in my jeep," he said. "Or I'm going to hurt you."
"God's bigger than you are," Honour replied defiantly. "He'll beat you up."
The smile, although looking really bad, came back, and he chuckled in a bad way.
"There is no God," he said. "You'll believe anything."
"God's bigger than you are, and He'll beat you up," Honour repeated sharply.
"Well then you'd think He'd be wailing on me already," he said. "Or is He going to wail on me once you're in the jeep?"
"Why would He cry on you?" Honour asked.
"I don't mean wailing as in crying, I mean wailing as in punching lots, fast, and hard," he replied.
"Well God doesn't always do things the same as people," Honour said. "But He's going to beat you up."
"I'd like to see Him try," he said."
Wednesday, October 01, 2014
Finding Honour: Day 1
Word Count: 7,357
Summary of Events:
Prologue:
Borden and four of his friends were driving on a rainy highway and skidded out of control, rolling and hitting an electrical pole. A Prince George police officer received a call and arrested the Frankes, a drug-dealing couple who'd been eluding the police for some time. And Borden attempted to assault his girlfriend, assaulted a male comrade, and was restrained before he could carry out the assault on his girlfriend.
Chapter 1:
Borden, now out of prison, finished up his over five thousand kilometre long drive from Nova Scotia to Mackenzie and went to his parents house to see if they'd give him a place to stay for at least a little bit, but his father refused. His mom wanted to, but his dad was persistent. Eira was told by her captors that her brother killed himself and so it was up to her —by whatever means they chose — to pay back the $60,000 he'd owed them, which she defiantly refused to do.
Chapter 2:
Borden went to his cousin Christine's house to see if she and her husband Ryan would take him in, but she refused, being as she was sure Social Services would put up a fuss, being as she and Ryan had foster children, although she gave him some food. Honour, and Ryan and Christine's younger daughters Jessica and Natalie, discussed Borden and how Honour thought that Christians shouldn't be as scaredy as they were because they had God to take care of them. The Frankes received a call from a woman allied with one of their adversaries professing she knew where their daughter was and was going to tell them without harming them, although they were sceptical of her honesty.
Excerpt of the Day:
"Her mouth was slightly open with surprise, she was blinking rather frequently, and she looked completely taken aback.
"Borden," she whispered.
He wasn't really sure what to say. She'd said it more as a statement than as if she wanted him to respond. She looked completely astounded.
"Dana?" his dad's voice called. "Dana, who's at the door?"
His mom remained silent and after a few moments Borden heard the heavy stride of his father. Then his father stepped into view, fairly tanned, strong, his blonde hair kept in a short, masculine style, his moustache — a little whiter than it las had been — still sitting stately and befitting of his trucking job on his upper lip.
His father was a lot more casual than his mom, wearing jeans — probably Levis — and a button-front plaid shirt with the top three buttons open and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Borden looked up into his dad's eyes.
They were dark, rather unemotional, and cold.
"Dana," his dad said, still holding his gaze. "Close the door.
His mom startled and turned. "But it's–"
"I don't care," his dad interrupted. "Flesh and blood as he might be, no son of mine breaks the criminal code. Close the door."
"Robert, please," his mom pleaded. "Just a few–"
"No," his dad said sharply. "Dana, you are closing the door."
"But Bor–"
"Dana!" his dad snapped.
A silence fell over them that was somewhat awkward, and yet simmering with the tension radiating out from his father. Borden felt he ought to leave. There was no sense causing any problems here. He had guessed something akin to this might take place.
"Close the door," his dad said. "He will not step foot in this house for anything at all, he has done horrible things, and I do not condone actions by anyone of my household, therefore I am not going to permit him to become a member of it."
Sighing, Borden glanced back down at his mother. She looked at him as if she were desperate, sorry, and yet also afraid. He gave a quick glance upward at his father, and then turned and headed off the doorstep.
"Borden," his mom whispered again, almost as a bit of a plea.
Before he'd reached the corner of the garage, though, he head the somewhat soft sound of the door closing. Stopping beside his car, he put a hand on the roof and sighed. As he stood there he surveyed the rest of the street. Nice, neat houses, nice, neat lawns, sure it wasn't half as rich as some places, but it was still pretty nice and fancy for being up in the woody north.
Sighing again, he opened the door to his car and slid inside. He closed the door and buckled up. Part of him wanted desperately to burst into tears, but he had to admit, he deserved what he'd gotten, a cool reception. He felt imperfect, he felt horrible, there was no reason for anyone to think him any better than he thought of himself."
Summary of Events:
Prologue:
Borden and four of his friends were driving on a rainy highway and skidded out of control, rolling and hitting an electrical pole. A Prince George police officer received a call and arrested the Frankes, a drug-dealing couple who'd been eluding the police for some time. And Borden attempted to assault his girlfriend, assaulted a male comrade, and was restrained before he could carry out the assault on his girlfriend.
Chapter 1:
Borden, now out of prison, finished up his over five thousand kilometre long drive from Nova Scotia to Mackenzie and went to his parents house to see if they'd give him a place to stay for at least a little bit, but his father refused. His mom wanted to, but his dad was persistent. Eira was told by her captors that her brother killed himself and so it was up to her —by whatever means they chose — to pay back the $60,000 he'd owed them, which she defiantly refused to do.
Chapter 2:
Borden went to his cousin Christine's house to see if she and her husband Ryan would take him in, but she refused, being as she was sure Social Services would put up a fuss, being as she and Ryan had foster children, although she gave him some food. Honour, and Ryan and Christine's younger daughters Jessica and Natalie, discussed Borden and how Honour thought that Christians shouldn't be as scaredy as they were because they had God to take care of them. The Frankes received a call from a woman allied with one of their adversaries professing she knew where their daughter was and was going to tell them without harming them, although they were sceptical of her honesty.
Excerpt of the Day:
"Her mouth was slightly open with surprise, she was blinking rather frequently, and she looked completely taken aback.
"Borden," she whispered.
He wasn't really sure what to say. She'd said it more as a statement than as if she wanted him to respond. She looked completely astounded.
"Dana?" his dad's voice called. "Dana, who's at the door?"
His mom remained silent and after a few moments Borden heard the heavy stride of his father. Then his father stepped into view, fairly tanned, strong, his blonde hair kept in a short, masculine style, his moustache — a little whiter than it las had been — still sitting stately and befitting of his trucking job on his upper lip.
His father was a lot more casual than his mom, wearing jeans — probably Levis — and a button-front plaid shirt with the top three buttons open and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Borden looked up into his dad's eyes.
They were dark, rather unemotional, and cold.
"Dana," his dad said, still holding his gaze. "Close the door.
His mom startled and turned. "But it's–"
"I don't care," his dad interrupted. "Flesh and blood as he might be, no son of mine breaks the criminal code. Close the door."
"Robert, please," his mom pleaded. "Just a few–"
"No," his dad said sharply. "Dana, you are closing the door."
"But Bor–"
"Dana!" his dad snapped.
A silence fell over them that was somewhat awkward, and yet simmering with the tension radiating out from his father. Borden felt he ought to leave. There was no sense causing any problems here. He had guessed something akin to this might take place.
"Close the door," his dad said. "He will not step foot in this house for anything at all, he has done horrible things, and I do not condone actions by anyone of my household, therefore I am not going to permit him to become a member of it."
Sighing, Borden glanced back down at his mother. She looked at him as if she were desperate, sorry, and yet also afraid. He gave a quick glance upward at his father, and then turned and headed off the doorstep.
"Borden," his mom whispered again, almost as a bit of a plea.
Before he'd reached the corner of the garage, though, he head the somewhat soft sound of the door closing. Stopping beside his car, he put a hand on the roof and sighed. As he stood there he surveyed the rest of the street. Nice, neat houses, nice, neat lawns, sure it wasn't half as rich as some places, but it was still pretty nice and fancy for being up in the woody north.
Sighing again, he opened the door to his car and slid inside. He closed the door and buckled up. Part of him wanted desperately to burst into tears, but he had to admit, he deserved what he'd gotten, a cool reception. He felt imperfect, he felt horrible, there was no reason for anyone to think him any better than he thought of himself."
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