Title: So the Story Goes.
Author: Squee Bot
Genre: Fantasy
Rating: PG-13 to R ish
POV: Third
Authors note: This is how it’s going down man. I have another fic called Pleasure Ryland. I’m going to alternate updates witch means I will write one chapter of this and then write a chapter of PR then back to this one ECT….Sorry if it fails…Epically.
Summary: There’s a time in the past call the renaissance you know. This man Gabe Saporta who is from our time gets magically sent there. Gabe is most likely going to fuck shit up real badly, make things better, or fuck up his entire existence. You never know he could do nothing at all….
Chapter 1:
New York! New York!
New York City often referred to as New York Shitty. For Gabriel Saporta, it was the best place he has lived so far. He had everything her could ever want, his own apartment, his own band, and millions of adoring fans. Gabe was a tall man, with a black mini-fro. He wore a lot of colorful clothes.
He was on his way to Alex’s house for a guy’s night out. It was the middle of autumn, and it was chilly. He grabbed the base of his hood clutching it trying to stay warm. The streets were filled with people going different directions, which caused many collisions. Each person that ran into him and each cold gust of wind made him regret not taking a cab. He walked a few more blocks and then decided to take the subway. His phone started to buzz.
“Dude, where are you?” Alex texted him.
“I’m on my way. Took the subway” Gabe texted back. Gabe walked threw the station going threw every little toll station. When he got on the train each seat was empty, even though the subway station was totally packed.
“This isn’t fucked up or anything” He said to himself. When it started to move the whole damn train was empty besides Gabe. He turned the volume up on his iPod ignoring the fact this freaked him the fuck out. He found this a good time to listen to some of his guilty pleasure music. The subway felt colder then the actual outdoors.
The trip was taking longer than usual. Gabe didn’t care; he was lost in his music. He didn’t care till the train started to slow and the lights started to flicker on and off. It was doing things you normally se in horror flicks when something bad is about to happen. Gabe turned off his iPod and searched around. The whole train was pitch dark. Using his cell phone as a light he made his way to the first car.
“Hello?” It echoed threw the train. There was no driver in the front car. “I’m getting out of here” HE said to him self. He found the nearest door and forced it open. The tunnel he stepped into was no ordinary subway tunnel, but it was a cave. The walls were rough and moist in texture. They were not made out of brick either. The floor was made out of dirt and was not paved. Gabe was scared shitless. He followed the walls of the cave till he saw light. It took him a good hour to find his way out.
When he got out he was shocked to see fresh green meadows, blue sky, and fresh non-city air. This was not New York City. This was something completely opposite. It was one big mindfuck to him. There was a girl about the age of 25 picking some flowers out of the meadow. She had long blond curly hair and she was very slender. He wore a gray and brown corset style dress. She looked as though she was going to a renaissance.
Gabe walked up to her. Compared to her Gabe looked gigantic. There was probably about a foot and a halves difference between them. She stood there gawking at the sigh of him.
“Witch” She said as she started to back away.
“No lady, I’m not a witch” Gabe said.
“Then how do you explain the clothes, you’re height”
“Wait what year is it?” Gabe asked.
“It is 1325, why do you ask?” She said.
“Just making sire I have the right year” Gabe said.
“Now tell me why you are not a witch or I will report you to the church” She said.
“Uhh, well I make my own clothes, and I uhh, wanted to look different” Gabe lied threw his teeth.
“Now you’re height, only a witch could get that tall” The woman said.
“I ate my vegetables” He said the truth this time. He was a vegetarian.
“I will let you slide now tell me what is your name” She said.
“I am Gabe Saporta” He said “I’m not going to tell you more about me till you tell me who you are”
“Elsie Davidson” She said.
“Do you happen to have a place I could stay tonight” Gabe asked.
“Why do you not have a home?” Elsie asked.
“Well no, my house kind of…uhh got burnt down” His voice was questionable.
“Well I don’t normally let people I just met stay in my house” she paused “But you seem different”
“Is that a yes?” Gabe asked. She nodded. Gabe followed her to her small house. She lived alone there. She was a widow, and was currently trying to find another love. She most defiantly had a thing for Gabe.
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