First

Brooklyn walked from Dom's with a weird feeling. She couldn't believe that she'd made it all the way through the tattoo without a sound. She wasn't going to give Dom the satisfaction of seeing her cry out in pain. It's not like he was happy about her joining the Eternal Keetoowah. There was something about him that was different, like he actually cared about what happened to her. Every time they were alone he would tell her to be careful or to watch her back or something like that. Like after he'd finished her tattoo. She sat there as he put the final marks on her. “OK,” he said, “you're done. Just don't get up just yet.” He walked out of her line of sight and came back. “Here, you'll need this. It will keep that thing from getting all scabbed over and what not.” He handed Aquaphor. “Also if it gives you any trouble come to see me. I will take a look at it and make sure that everything is okay.” Then under his breath he muttered “I don't understand why they make you all go through this, I will one day understand their reason.” Just thinking about that made her wonder what that all was about. Like really,what was all that about?

Also he talked like they did in the old days. He had that accent, the one that makes it known that he has been taught in the old ways. It confused her because his use of English was good only he sometimes used the Cherokee words. It made her think about when her father was alive. He would sometimes speak to her in the old language and she thought that it was so beautiful. Even the way that Dom talked made him sound as though he was one of the elders one of tribe. Think of her father reminded her of his last words to her. “Don't let them get to you, u s di ue tsi a ge yv, when you get older you get away from here. Don't let them have you. A tu ya s do di uv. Promise me little daughter.” That was the last thing that her father had said to her. A few years later she got a letter from her father that said “A yv g ge yu i n hi u di a li so qua lv di.” Which means “I love you, Little Bear.” She got that letter when she was 16. She shrugged her shoulders and winced at the pain that shot through her arm. She got in her car and headed home.

The sound of her phone ringing woke her up at, she looked at the clock, two thirty in the morning. “Who the hell is it,” she said aloud to the empty room. She picked up the phone and looked at it. She couldn't read what it said, she'd taken out her contacts. She answered it.
“Hello?”
“Brooklyn, are you safe?” Asked the person on the other end of the phone.
“Um, yeah. Who the hell is this?” Brooklyn asked.
“I just wanted to make sure,” said the voice, not answering her question. She thought it sounded familiar. “Get some sleep.”
“Well, I was asleep before you called. Now, tell me who this is.” She demanded.
“I can't tell you. Just keep something sharp near you.” It was a man and he spoke broken English. Who was he she wondered as she hung up the phone. She sat there thinking about it for a few minutes until sleep consumed her once more.

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The girl took a deep breath trying to steady herself. She finished unbuttoning her shirt. She was trying to calm herself. Things were getting out of control. She looked at the figure next to her. She couldn't believe what they were abut to do. It wasn't supposed to happen now. This had been planned for at least two more months, but now the time seemed perfect.
"Are you sure that you want to do this now," the figure asked her.
"Yeah. I'm ready. If we don't hurry up and get started then I might chicken out," she said taking another deep breath. She heard the hum of the needle being turned on. Dom came out of the shadows. She was going to finish her initiation. She really didn't want to be apart of this, but if she didn't comply there could be dire consequences for her family.
"Why is this part so important?" Brooklyn asked Dom.
"Because if anything is to happen to you we will know that you are one of us, it is also a sign to those that can see it that you are a friend. This can keep you from getting killed, it can get you into places that most people can only dream of getting into." Dom said as he pressed the needle to her arm. He was giving Brooklyn her first tattoo that would confirm her as a member of a "secret society" that all the members of her family are in.

There are important rule that one must follow when your family is in this society:
1) Once you became a member there was no way that you could get out. Not even in death.
2) If you tell anyone they should convert.
3) You must follow the orders of an elder.
4) Never tell anyone who/what you are that is outside of the "family".

Brooklyn didn't come into this willingly. It was all just so fast. One minute she was dating this guy and then all of a sudden there were high speed chases, she was seeing things that she was told about as a child but never really believed could be true, things that, even at 22 she still wished that she could be. She didn't realized that she was already one of them, she just needed to dig a little deeper to find it.

Story line, I guess

So this is going to based off of a blog that I did on On Ocassion. It started off as just a random story that had popped into my head. I will do my best to make sure that I add to this if not once a week then at least twice a month. I mean come on people, I'm trying to get a life so I wont be spending all my time on the computer... Oh come on anyone who knows me knows that I'm addicted to the internet and that as long as I have this on my mind (now that I have someone encouraging my writing I will be thinking about it a lot). But any way for those of you who read it, let your friends know about it and please don't be afraid to give me input. If you are one who will read it religiously then I would love to hear what you would want to happen to the characters and I will take that into account as I'm writing up the adventures that Brooklyn will be going on. The next post that you will see (soon after this one) might be the first one. I might re-write it. I will tell you this now, I honestly don't know what the hell is going to go on in this world, so just warning you. Brooklyn's original purpose was to be a character in a bunch of shorts, so I guess that we'll all just see what happen. Peace and Love y'all :*