#life Of Omega Sigma #1 The arm chair I sat on, was saggy, old and raggedy. Across from me sat my dad, he was in a foul mood, sick of losing. Not losing games, but loosing people. Grumpily, he slammed the wooden balls across the playing board. "Are you going to be like this all day?" I sighed as I folded the newspaper. "Hmm... What? I am trying to figure this out." He answered, leaning back in his own armchair. "Solitaire? You have already mastered that ages ago, I am the only one in the universe who hasn't figured that out yet. Stop sulking." I moaned as I plumped the cushion behind me. "I have figured it out, I am trying to figure out all of the combinations leading to ultimately mastering the entire game." He paused for breath "Finally, a sentence too big. But yes, I am." "Come on, I have read the same newspaper several times, highlighted suspicious cases in a blue biro, which I found in that Chinese pot in the corner, and now I am counting on you for some entertainment." He looked up from his board, got up and placed the board back on the sideboard. His eyes went to the red leather couch, he strolled over and collapsed hopelessly onto it. It creaked under his weight. Once his eyes opened from a short moment of 'shut-eye', he gestured for me to come over and sit beside him. With great effort, I rose from my arm chair, strolled over and sat beside him, resting my head on his shoulder. "I really do love you, and so does your mum, it's not her fault she's never around, she is such a busy woman. And when it comes to entertainment, I am usually stumped on what to do." He explained putting his arms around me, giving me a hug. "I am usually very good at entertaining myself. But, that was a while ago. I appreciate you have things to do, also that you don't want me 'getting into trouble'. I like your company, despite the fact that half the time your in your own little world." "It's not that I don't trust you, it's just that I don't want to loose you, like I loose everyone else." Together, we just dozed off, snuggled up close together on the couch, the doctors tweed jacket was over my body, his arms still locked around me.

A Girl In The Golden Grass: Part 11 Joey nuzzled my shoulder as I shook the fresh, harvested oats in the old tin bucket. "Joey boy, whoa, whoa. Foods coming. Give me a second." I whispered and giggled; giving him a pat on the neck. He whinnied, scraped the hay covered floor with his jet black hoofs and continued to nuzzle me impatiently. "Oh Joey, I feel like I can speak to no one. In such a small community like this, people would think I am crazy. My head is telling me one thing and my heart is telling me another. Broove will need me, does need me even. Sylvie will hear nothing of me leaving. Now look at me, speaking to a horse. But your more than a horse." I thought aloud and held the bucket up for him. Replacing the oats, was a layer of saliva, which I would soon have to soak and scrub off. "Now, earlier Mother told me to harness you and hitch you to the cart. It's that time again the traveling market is back around. Gypsies have all sorts we don't have locally, I suppose. Plus, mother says with Fathers earnings for the month, we can buy a lot to keep us fully stocked on food. Humans being weak, we can't carry all our food, the entire family relies on you!" I explained whilst stroking his nose. "Boo!" Sylvie screamed at the top of her lungs. I jumped so hard that I almost jumped out of my skin. "Hah, come on, get Joey ready, we have to go!" Sylvie spoke as she opened the stable shack door "Hurry, the Gypsies don't hang around for long, as soon as they think that somewhere down the road, they will get more money, they will move on."

Amnesiac #8 27c was rather homely, I didn't want to loose it, which ment I had to work my backside off, or indeed suffer the consequences. In the kitchen area was very fancy, a jet black microwave and matching kettle on top of a granite worktop. The lounge had a plasma screen tv and a plump leather couch, bathroom had the obvious in. Before I collapsed onto the couch I plumped a cushion; I still can't remember anything, maybe I never will. What happened to me? There wasn't a bedroom, so I pulled my jacket close to my body, rested my head on a cushion and drifted off.

Amnesiac #7 "Money? Apartment? Ha, oh my sweet sweet Verity your just what I need! Your hired you'll get a room in the block across the street and whatever weapons you like." He explained as he admired himself in a mirror behind me. Ugh, what a girl. As he turned to sit back down in his 'throne' I noticed him slyly nod out of the corner of my eye. All of a sudden two raggedy men slowly snook out of the shadows which lurked at each side of the room. They were no match for me. I grabbed my gun from my belt, pulled it back loading it and spinning on the spot to face them. Ready, Aim, Fire. With a thump both the men fell to the floor, perfect bullet wounds in both of them. One in one mans forehead the other in the ugly mans heart. "Nice try." I muttered, blowing away some imaginary gun smoke like some primary school kid. "I do like you Verity, really I do. But your now Annabell and you live in 27c across the road." He announced as he clapped and two skinny girls crawled in, shackled in rusty iron chains. Shakily they placed down trays of wine and grapes at his feet just before they scurried off back into the gloom. Racko threw me a key. "Thanks, why not Verity?" I questioned. "Simply, because I don't like Verity. Your Annabell now, plus if you say 'my names Annabell', everyone will think your a little, innocent, girl. Be here tomorrow at 11:45am. Oh and before I forget." He threw me a phone. A fancy phone too, an iPhone. I bowed and turned to walk away casually shooting Rackos guards as they both took aim at me. "Night gents." I called and they all laughed a cruel laugh. I chuckled and ran down the stairs. I crossed the road fondling the key as I went.

Amnesiac #6 The stranger led me through what looked like a sewage system underground. It certainly smelt like a sewage. Yuck. Dead ahead was a gold door and it looked high in value. Maybe if I got a pick axe I could steal some on the way out. Since they are all Assassains I think I shouldn't pick at the gold doors. With a loud bang, the doors flung open and revealed a pale man who looked like some sort of Edward Cullen wanna' be. "Who is this lass?" the Edward wanna' be muttered, whilst grabbing a glass of red wine and downed it in one "What does she want?!" "Boss, this is Verity, she's amazing with a gun, and in military skills. I don't even think she needs training. Consider her?" the guy who brought me here practically begged as he got on one knee. Proposal, ha, no. "Leave us." he gurgled and everyone scuttled out. I realised I still had the gun I stole from the guy who pointed it at me on the street just because I was curious. It was still loaded and if I got into any trouble; maybe I could just be some sort of ninja and shoot them all. "Hey kid. My fellow Assassain Jack thinks you have potential. What are your thoughts?" he questioned. "All I care about it getting my #life back on track. Some sort of apartment and money, that's all I need. If you supply me with a decent weapon I could show you what I am made of right here, where I stand." I over confidently explained. Thing is, I still haven't remembered a thing about myself, I surprised myself earlier with the whole gun melarky. I am pretty certain I can do it again.