The Mysterious Mister G, Chapter One
This is my first attempt at fanfiction. I know the first chapter is kind of long but I hope everyone likes it!
Chapter One: My First Encounter with the Mysterious Mister G
My first encounter with the mysterious Mister G was, well, mysterious. Or maybe not really all that mysterious, but definitely odd. It was a hot summer day in California, the kind of day where the heat was so thick you could have fried an egg on the sidewalk. My younger sister, Nancy, and I were selling lemonade in our front yard to the other neighborhood kids. We weren't especially close siblings but we had a few moments that we stopped fighting long enough to do something fun together. We had just given out our last glass and were packing up the stand when a stranger walked up out of nowhere.
"Lemonade, huh?"
"We don't have any more glasses," I said, looking up at the newcomer. I instantly felt as though I knew him but I had never seen him before. He wore a long-sleeved leather jacket and had green eyes that seemed to pierce through me to my soul. Despite the heat, a shiver ran through me.
Nancy looked over. "Why'd ya got that jacket on? It's hot out here."
He smiled at her. "It's very cold where I come from."
"Where's that?"
He smiled again and looked away. "No more glasses? That's too bad. I would have really enjoyed some of your lemonade, Millie."
My eyes grew wide. "How do you know my name?"
"I know a lot about you. I know that you broke your arm when you were three, I know that dislike your school teacher, and I know that last Christmas you broke the arm off of Nancy's new Barbie doll."
"Hey!" Nancy yelled at me.
"It was an accident!" I protested. "I didn't mean to."
Nancy turned around and ran towards the house. "Mom! Millie broke my Barbie! And she's talking to a stranger!"
I turned back to the odd man. "Thanks a lot, mister."
He laughed softly. "What I can say? That's what little sisters do." His smiled faded. "You should be grateful you have her right now. She may not always be there."
"What do you mean?"
Before he could answer me, I heard a commotion behind me and turned to see Nancy pulling our mother outside by her arm. "See, isn't he weird? He's got a jacket on in the middle of summer! Really weird!"
My mother followed Nancy willingly out of the house but stopped short when she saw the man. Her eyes grew wide and she put her hand up to hide her open mouth. "It can't be time. Not yet."
He looked down and nodded his head. "I'm sorry."
"But she's only a child," my mother whispered.
"I know. We didn't expect it to happen so quickly but things have changed."
"But History -"
His eyes flashed as he cut her short. "History has been rewritten. It's being rewritten as we speak and I have little control over its outcome. She has to get ready. I must take her with me."
"No!" my mother screamed as she grabbed Nancy and me by the hands and began pulling us towards the house. "I will not let you do this! She's just a child!"
"Would you rather lose both of them?" he shouted after us.
My mother turned and glared at the strange man. "I will not lose either of them. I will see to it myself."
"You can't stop this. You know that. With the Future gone and History so uncertain, it's difficult to know what's going to happen. But, we know that this time it won't be just a battle. They're planning a full-out war. She has to be prepared or we will lose control and -"
"Yes, I know what you believe will happen," my mother said coldly.
"It's not what I believe, it's the truth. The Future wrote it before he left. The only hope that we have of changing it is her. She has the power -"
"I don't believe you," my mother interrupted. "And I don't believe in your supposed prophecies. The Future didn't leave any writings when he left."
"You're wrong. He left futures, many futures, that will change the fate of the world if left unchallenged."
"I don't care. I won't let you take her. I will teach her myself when the time is right." My mother pushed my sister and I into the house.
"You're making a big mistake!" the strange man called after us. My mother slammed the front door of the house in response.
Both Nancy and I ran over to the window and watched the strange man as he stared at our house for a few moments before slowly walking away. "Who was he, Mom?" I asked.
"He was definitely weird," Nancy added.
She sighed. "He was no one, girls. Let's eat dinner."
That night, my mother died.
***
The doctors determined that my mother suffered a massive heart attack in her sleep. She never knew what happened. Nancy found her the next morning, cold. I found Nancy in the hallway, screaming.
The next few days were a blur. Nancy and I were taken to our aunt's house to stay. There were endless condolences, arms to give hugs, and plates of food. But I didn't want any of it. I just wanted my mother.
"Who are the children going to live with?" My aunt, Josephine, was talking with my aunt, Rita, with whom Nancy and I were staying, in the kitchen. I pretended to draw a picture at the dining room table so I could eavesdrop. Nancy and I still hadn't been told who we were going to live with and we were curious about who would take us in. We had never been close with any of our mother's sisters.
"Olivia," Rita answered. "She's coming in tomorrow morning and will take them back with her after the funeral."
Josephine glanced at me and assumed I wasn't listening. "All the way back to Massachusetts?" she whispered.
"It was Anne's wishes that they go to Olivia."
"Olivia! That girl is flightier than a bird with new wings. What about their father?"
"He doesn't want them."
Josephine grunted. "It's probably that new wife of his that doesn't want them."
I felt tears sting my eyes and left the table. I didn't need to hear anymore. We were going to Massachusetts. Our own father didn't want us so we were to be shipped off to some person we hadn't seen for years, let alone know.
The next morning my aunt Olivia arrived. We had taken a trip three years earlier when I was eight to visit her in Massachusetts. Except for her darkened hair, she still had the same smile and the same sparkle in her eyes. Just like my mother's. She hugged me when she arrived at the house. "How are you doing?"
"Fine," I mumbled. I didn't really know what else to say. What do you say when your mother has just died?
She rubbed my arms, as if trying to reassure me. "Let's go inside. Where's your sister?"
"I dunno." That much was the truth. Since Nancy found our mother dead, she had been almost silent, answering every question with as few words as possible. She spent most of her time hiding under the beds in our aunt's house. "She's probably under a bed."
She was found under my aunt and uncle's bed. When Olivia pulled her out and hugged her, she sat there like a life-sized doll. She allowed Olivia to lead her out the kitchen, where she slumped in a chair.
"Are you hungry, Nancy?" Rita called out.
Nancy didn't respond.
"How about you, Millie?"
"No," I answered. I sat staring at my sister. Nancy just sat there, like she had since our mother died, staring at the table. I felt as though I should do something, though I didn't know what. Something had changed in my sister and I didn't know how to fix it.
The funeral was held on the Wednesday after she died. Even though it was warm that day, I'd never felt colder. I stood at the gravesite, staring at the box that held my mother's body. When I had seen her at the funeral home, she didn't look dead. She just looked like she was sleeping. It took all I had not to reach into the casket and shake her to see if she would wake up.
After the pastor finished his speech, we left the grave. As we went walked back to the car, I spotted an odd man staring at me. Even from a distance, I could see that one of his eyes was bright blue while the other appeared black. I felt a sense of nervousness come over me and hurried my steps a bit to keep up with Olivia.
After the funeral, everyone gathered back at Rita's house for lunch. There were dozens upon dozens of people there, co-workers, neighbors, and family friends, along with faces I didn't recognize. I felt suffocated. When no one was watching, I slipped out into the backyard to get some fresh air.
I was sitting on a wooden bench off to the side of the porch when I heard the crunch of gravel behind me. I turned my head and saw the man from the cemetery approaching. My heart quickened and I started to stand up.
"You don't have to leave," he said. "I was a friend of your mother's."
I sat back down and the stranger sat next to me. "You're Millie, right?"
I nodded. "Yes."
"It's a terrible thing you've been through. You must be very sad right now."
I nodded again and tried to study the stranger without staring at him. He was very tall and had long, black hair that was woven into some sort of cords. His blue eye looked very bright compared to his other eye, which was a deep, dark brown. That eye made me nervous. "Who are you?"
"You can call me Bill," he answered.
"Is that your name?"
He smiled. "Yes and no. It doesn't matter right now what my name is. What is important, Millie, is that you must know that I will never lie to you. I will always be your and your sister's friend. I will always be here for you whenever you need me."
I thought his answer was strange. "How will you know when I need you?"
He reached into his pocket and pushed what appeared to be a stone in my hand. "All you have to do is call."
Suddenly, his head snapped around and he stood up, looking down at me. "I have to go. Tell no one of this, Millie. It is our secret. Your mother would have wanted it this way." He kissed the top of my head and disappeared around the side of the house.
A few moments later the strange man I had met on the day of my mother's death came from within the house. He wore the same jacket even though it was eighty-five degrees outside. "Millie, what are you doing out here? It's not safe to be alone."
At first, I didn't know what to say. All of my emotions began to boil to the top and I felt a deep anger stir in my chest. "Go away!"
He came towards me and I quickly shoved the stone Bill had given me into the pocket of my black pants. "Millie, please come back inside. It's not safe out here."
"Leave me alone!" I twisted away from him and ran towards the side of the house. Bill was gone.
"Millie -"
I spun around. "Why won't you just go? I don't want you! If you hadn't come that day, maybe my mother wouldn't have died, maybe everything would be fine, and I would be at home right now." I was pacing by that time, running my fingers through my hair and gesturing wildly. "I don't even know who you are!"
"I am Mister G," he answered. He still hadn't moved from where he stood in front of the bench.
"Mister G? What does that mean?"
"It doesn't mean anything. It's just my name."
"Well, Mister G, I don't need you. I don't need you and I don't want you."
I started to walk by him to go back into the house when he caught me by the shoulders. "Listen, Millie, listen to me carefully. I know you're angry and I know you're hurt right now but I need you to hear what I say. If anyone comes to you, someone you don't know, you need to know that you can't trust them."
"Like you?"
"No, you can trust me. I am here for you. I know it's hard right now but you have to believe me. Has anyone else come to you?"
I felt the stone Bill had given me press against my leg from inside my pocket. "No."
"Good." He kissed the top of my head. "Things are changing, things that you don't understand and that I don't have time to explain right now. I will come back for you, though, one day, Millie. I won't fail you."
I watched as Mister G turned and walked through the gate on the opposite side of the yard that led into a small alley between Rita's house and her neighbor's. He turned as he closed the gate and waved at me. His face bore a weary look. I felt guilty about not telling him about Bill and almost called out to him when he vanished before my eyes. That was the last time I would see the mysterious Mister G for nine years.
Chapter One: My First Encounter with the Mysterious Mister G
My first encounter with the mysterious Mister G was, well, mysterious. Or maybe not really all that mysterious, but definitely odd. It was a hot summer day in California, the kind of day where the heat was so thick you could have fried an egg on the sidewalk. My younger sister, Nancy, and I were selling lemonade in our front yard to the other neighborhood kids. We weren't especially close siblings but we had a few moments that we stopped fighting long enough to do something fun together. We had just given out our last glass and were packing up the stand when a stranger walked up out of nowhere.
"Lemonade, huh?"
"We don't have any more glasses," I said, looking up at the newcomer. I instantly felt as though I knew him but I had never seen him before. He wore a long-sleeved leather jacket and had green eyes that seemed to pierce through me to my soul. Despite the heat, a shiver ran through me.
Nancy looked over. "Why'd ya got that jacket on? It's hot out here."
He smiled at her. "It's very cold where I come from."
"Where's that?"
He smiled again and looked away. "No more glasses? That's too bad. I would have really enjoyed some of your lemonade, Millie."
My eyes grew wide. "How do you know my name?"
"I know a lot about you. I know that you broke your arm when you were three, I know that dislike your school teacher, and I know that last Christmas you broke the arm off of Nancy's new Barbie doll."
"Hey!" Nancy yelled at me.
"It was an accident!" I protested. "I didn't mean to."
Nancy turned around and ran towards the house. "Mom! Millie broke my Barbie! And she's talking to a stranger!"
I turned back to the odd man. "Thanks a lot, mister."
He laughed softly. "What I can say? That's what little sisters do." His smiled faded. "You should be grateful you have her right now. She may not always be there."
"What do you mean?"
Before he could answer me, I heard a commotion behind me and turned to see Nancy pulling our mother outside by her arm. "See, isn't he weird? He's got a jacket on in the middle of summer! Really weird!"
My mother followed Nancy willingly out of the house but stopped short when she saw the man. Her eyes grew wide and she put her hand up to hide her open mouth. "It can't be time. Not yet."
He looked down and nodded his head. "I'm sorry."
"But she's only a child," my mother whispered.
"I know. We didn't expect it to happen so quickly but things have changed."
"But History -"
His eyes flashed as he cut her short. "History has been rewritten. It's being rewritten as we speak and I have little control over its outcome. She has to get ready. I must take her with me."
"No!" my mother screamed as she grabbed Nancy and me by the hands and began pulling us towards the house. "I will not let you do this! She's just a child!"
"Would you rather lose both of them?" he shouted after us.
My mother turned and glared at the strange man. "I will not lose either of them. I will see to it myself."
"You can't stop this. You know that. With the Future gone and History so uncertain, it's difficult to know what's going to happen. But, we know that this time it won't be just a battle. They're planning a full-out war. She has to be prepared or we will lose control and -"
"Yes, I know what you believe will happen," my mother said coldly.
"It's not what I believe, it's the truth. The Future wrote it before he left. The only hope that we have of changing it is her. She has the power -"
"I don't believe you," my mother interrupted. "And I don't believe in your supposed prophecies. The Future didn't leave any writings when he left."
"You're wrong. He left futures, many futures, that will change the fate of the world if left unchallenged."
"I don't care. I won't let you take her. I will teach her myself when the time is right." My mother pushed my sister and I into the house.
"You're making a big mistake!" the strange man called after us. My mother slammed the front door of the house in response.
Both Nancy and I ran over to the window and watched the strange man as he stared at our house for a few moments before slowly walking away. "Who was he, Mom?" I asked.
"He was definitely weird," Nancy added.
She sighed. "He was no one, girls. Let's eat dinner."
That night, my mother died.
***
The doctors determined that my mother suffered a massive heart attack in her sleep. She never knew what happened. Nancy found her the next morning, cold. I found Nancy in the hallway, screaming.
The next few days were a blur. Nancy and I were taken to our aunt's house to stay. There were endless condolences, arms to give hugs, and plates of food. But I didn't want any of it. I just wanted my mother.
"Who are the children going to live with?" My aunt, Josephine, was talking with my aunt, Rita, with whom Nancy and I were staying, in the kitchen. I pretended to draw a picture at the dining room table so I could eavesdrop. Nancy and I still hadn't been told who we were going to live with and we were curious about who would take us in. We had never been close with any of our mother's sisters.
"Olivia," Rita answered. "She's coming in tomorrow morning and will take them back with her after the funeral."
Josephine glanced at me and assumed I wasn't listening. "All the way back to Massachusetts?" she whispered.
"It was Anne's wishes that they go to Olivia."
"Olivia! That girl is flightier than a bird with new wings. What about their father?"
"He doesn't want them."
Josephine grunted. "It's probably that new wife of his that doesn't want them."
I felt tears sting my eyes and left the table. I didn't need to hear anymore. We were going to Massachusetts. Our own father didn't want us so we were to be shipped off to some person we hadn't seen for years, let alone know.
The next morning my aunt Olivia arrived. We had taken a trip three years earlier when I was eight to visit her in Massachusetts. Except for her darkened hair, she still had the same smile and the same sparkle in her eyes. Just like my mother's. She hugged me when she arrived at the house. "How are you doing?"
"Fine," I mumbled. I didn't really know what else to say. What do you say when your mother has just died?
She rubbed my arms, as if trying to reassure me. "Let's go inside. Where's your sister?"
"I dunno." That much was the truth. Since Nancy found our mother dead, she had been almost silent, answering every question with as few words as possible. She spent most of her time hiding under the beds in our aunt's house. "She's probably under a bed."
She was found under my aunt and uncle's bed. When Olivia pulled her out and hugged her, she sat there like a life-sized doll. She allowed Olivia to lead her out the kitchen, where she slumped in a chair.
"Are you hungry, Nancy?" Rita called out.
Nancy didn't respond.
"How about you, Millie?"
"No," I answered. I sat staring at my sister. Nancy just sat there, like she had since our mother died, staring at the table. I felt as though I should do something, though I didn't know what. Something had changed in my sister and I didn't know how to fix it.
The funeral was held on the Wednesday after she died. Even though it was warm that day, I'd never felt colder. I stood at the gravesite, staring at the box that held my mother's body. When I had seen her at the funeral home, she didn't look dead. She just looked like she was sleeping. It took all I had not to reach into the casket and shake her to see if she would wake up.
After the pastor finished his speech, we left the grave. As we went walked back to the car, I spotted an odd man staring at me. Even from a distance, I could see that one of his eyes was bright blue while the other appeared black. I felt a sense of nervousness come over me and hurried my steps a bit to keep up with Olivia.
After the funeral, everyone gathered back at Rita's house for lunch. There were dozens upon dozens of people there, co-workers, neighbors, and family friends, along with faces I didn't recognize. I felt suffocated. When no one was watching, I slipped out into the backyard to get some fresh air.
I was sitting on a wooden bench off to the side of the porch when I heard the crunch of gravel behind me. I turned my head and saw the man from the cemetery approaching. My heart quickened and I started to stand up.
"You don't have to leave," he said. "I was a friend of your mother's."
I sat back down and the stranger sat next to me. "You're Millie, right?"
I nodded. "Yes."
"It's a terrible thing you've been through. You must be very sad right now."
I nodded again and tried to study the stranger without staring at him. He was very tall and had long, black hair that was woven into some sort of cords. His blue eye looked very bright compared to his other eye, which was a deep, dark brown. That eye made me nervous. "Who are you?"
"You can call me Bill," he answered.
"Is that your name?"
He smiled. "Yes and no. It doesn't matter right now what my name is. What is important, Millie, is that you must know that I will never lie to you. I will always be your and your sister's friend. I will always be here for you whenever you need me."
I thought his answer was strange. "How will you know when I need you?"
He reached into his pocket and pushed what appeared to be a stone in my hand. "All you have to do is call."
Suddenly, his head snapped around and he stood up, looking down at me. "I have to go. Tell no one of this, Millie. It is our secret. Your mother would have wanted it this way." He kissed the top of my head and disappeared around the side of the house.
A few moments later the strange man I had met on the day of my mother's death came from within the house. He wore the same jacket even though it was eighty-five degrees outside. "Millie, what are you doing out here? It's not safe to be alone."
At first, I didn't know what to say. All of my emotions began to boil to the top and I felt a deep anger stir in my chest. "Go away!"
He came towards me and I quickly shoved the stone Bill had given me into the pocket of my black pants. "Millie, please come back inside. It's not safe out here."
"Leave me alone!" I twisted away from him and ran towards the side of the house. Bill was gone.
"Millie -"
I spun around. "Why won't you just go? I don't want you! If you hadn't come that day, maybe my mother wouldn't have died, maybe everything would be fine, and I would be at home right now." I was pacing by that time, running my fingers through my hair and gesturing wildly. "I don't even know who you are!"
"I am Mister G," he answered. He still hadn't moved from where he stood in front of the bench.
"Mister G? What does that mean?"
"It doesn't mean anything. It's just my name."
"Well, Mister G, I don't need you. I don't need you and I don't want you."
I started to walk by him to go back into the house when he caught me by the shoulders. "Listen, Millie, listen to me carefully. I know you're angry and I know you're hurt right now but I need you to hear what I say. If anyone comes to you, someone you don't know, you need to know that you can't trust them."
"Like you?"
"No, you can trust me. I am here for you. I know it's hard right now but you have to believe me. Has anyone else come to you?"
I felt the stone Bill had given me press against my leg from inside my pocket. "No."
"Good." He kissed the top of my head. "Things are changing, things that you don't understand and that I don't have time to explain right now. I will come back for you, though, one day, Millie. I won't fail you."
I watched as Mister G turned and walked through the gate on the opposite side of the yard that led into a small alley between Rita's house and her neighbor's. He turned as he closed the gate and waved at me. His face bore a weary look. I felt guilty about not telling him about Bill and almost called out to him when he vanished before my eyes. That was the last time I would see the mysterious Mister G for nine years.
Tags: bill, fanfiction, georg
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Comment by sexy kittie aka Kit Kat or Sk on November 16, 2009 at 10:10pm - wow amazing. bill with one blue eye and one brown eye very hot
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Comment by colene liebe TH on November 15, 2009 at 12:44am -
OH!
This fanfic is good
It's confusing me a bit
I mean is Bill a good boy in this story?
Is Mister g really a good guy?
Those questions kept running in my head
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Comment by 〶♪♫♥★ɛïɜ-Madi Misused-ɛïɜ★♥♫♪〶 on November 7, 2009 at 10:13pm -
OMG BILL <3 O_O
I really like this!!!
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Comment by Sarebear on November 7, 2009 at 2:10pm -
Ohhhh!! This story is reaaaallly interesting!<33
I lvoe it!
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Comment by tammy on October 27, 2009 at 3:09pm - this is good, my fanfics are short but i hope u like t plz check t out
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Comment by MAW on October 27, 2009 at 3:02am -
Oh wow!!! This is completely different that what Ifirst expected!!! Well actually I had no idea what I expected, but thats besides the point. xD
This is AMAZING!!!!
I love the idea of Bill being bad and Georg being good... GAH!!!!! Bill just earned, like, 20 billion sexy points from this story.... *squees*
on to the next chapter!!!!!
Oh, and congrats on winning FF of the Week!!!! :D
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Comment by Freiheit89 ♥ [Camilla] on October 26, 2009 at 9:02pm -
AMAZING!!!!
GAHH LOVE IT!!!
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Comment by tinkerbaby {Lee & Karla BFFL!} on October 26, 2009 at 9:33am - Wow!! I'm so happy I found your FF! It's soooo good! Completely different from anything I've read! I'm going to keep reading!!! :D
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Comment by T.Kay on October 24, 2009 at 4:52pm -
Ook....That Was An Uber Awesome Chappie!!!
Eeepp!!1 I Can't Wait To Read The Nest One!!!
Hmmmm......Who Is She Suppose To Trust..??
Bill Kinda Sends Off An Evill-ish Mysterious Vibe,......
'I Would Never Lie To You'<-----*shudders* Shvier-ish Much..??
Awseome Story. Love It. Keep It Up =D
Ok I;m Going To Shut My Trap So I Can Read The Next Chappie
*clicks next post*
<3 Love && Signed T.Kay [xX]
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Comment by nat'sbrainfreeze@_@ on October 23, 2009 at 6:24pm -
oooh i knew it! i was thinking bill's bad and georg's good...but HEY in all good stories there's always a twist -_-, in the end who's to say its the other way around..?
woww this isgoooood!no word to describe it! ;)
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