Prompt: While cleaning the attic, he/she finds a box of glass balls with names on them. One drops and as it shatters, a person appears.
Fuck my life.
Emily looked around at the mountains of boxes, trunks and bags in the attic. This was not how she’d envisioned her mid-term break. When she’d agreed to stay on campus to assist the chair of the anthropology department, she never imagined it would involve cleaning out what was apparently a hoarder’s paradise in the woman’s attic. Yet, here she was…not only cleaning a hoarder’s paradise, but organizing and cataloging it, too.
To be fair, she’d accomplished a lot in the last four days. She’d collected all the random piles of books laying around and boxed and labeled them by subject. She’d organized a collection of tribal masks and another of elaborate early 20th century hats, She was still adding to the pile of medieval-looking weapons she’d leaned against the wall in the far corner of the room, and all the loose papers were just getting tossed in a box. Someone else could deal with that nightmare. But there was actually a decent amount of floor space now.
Setting aside a stack of crumbling newspapers, she found an old hatbox. Lifting it to place it near the other headwear, she heard clinking inside. Setting the box on one of the many tables in the attic, she lifted the lid. Inside, were tinted glass balls in a variety of colors. As she peered closer, she realized there was lettering etched on each one.
The green one read: Bruce Banner. A rose-colored orb was inscribed with the name, Elizabeth Bennet. The red with Hannibal Lecter. And the purple with Willy Wonka.
What the actual hell was this?
She carefully moved aside the ones she’d read to see what inscribed on the others. Éponine Garrod encircled a rust-colored ball, and Sherlock Holmes, the blue. Bella Swan was written on a clear one and Diana Prince on the gold.
Emily pulled out the gray ball and snorted as she turned it over. Christian Grey.
The clanging sound of metal hitting wood startled her, and she dropped the orb, the glass shattering at her feet. Heart in her throat, she whirled toward the clanging noise. One of the swords had fallen from where she’d propped it against the wall.
She turned back to what was left of the orb in time to see gray fog swirling and coalescing into the figure of a man wearing what she guessed was a pricy suit with a gray tie.
“Miss Anastasia Steele, I presume?”
She took a step back. What the fuck was even happening here? “I’m sorry, what?”
“You are Miss Anastasia Steele, are you not?”
“The fuck I am.”
“Language, Miss Steele. I don’t tolerate such coarse behavior from my bed partners. Now, fetch some decent clothing. Borrow something from that dreadful roommate of yours if you must.”
Emily stared at him wondering if an excess amount of dust could produce visual and auditory hallucinations. It was the only explanation.
“I’m not Anastasia Steele.”
He stared at him. “You’re a college student. You’re clumsy. Who else would you be?”
Staring at him, her mouth fell open. How was any of this even possible? Maybe that clanging sound was her falling and hitting her head. Maybe she was unconscious and her brain was short-circuiting with this bizarre scenario.
“Time is money, and you’re wasting both. I’m a very important man Miss Steele. I have a helicopter and everything.”
Emily burst out laughing. She couldn’t help it.
“We’ll be taking Charlie Tango to your doctor’s appointment. You need birth control.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you, douchebag.”
Out of nowhere, a crop materialized in his hand, and he started toward her. This could not be real. But his very real hand closed around her upper arm and yanked her toward him. She tried to lurch away from him, but he held fast.
“I’m going to enjoy punishing you,” he murmured in her ear as he tried to drag her toward the door.
She look around for anything to use as a weapon. She was too far away from any of the actual weapons she’d put in the corner. Her eyes fell on the glass balls. She grabbed hold of the gold on and smashed it on the floor, hoping for the best. A swirling gold fog took the form of Diana Prince–Wonder Woman–shield and sword in hand.
Slowly she lifted her head, and her dark eyes fell on Emily then Christian. “You.” She leveled her blade at him. “Release her.”
“I will not. She signed a contract.”
“No I didn’t!”
Diana moved closer until the metal point rested on his neck. “I said, release her.”
Christian let go of Emily’s arm, and she scrambled away from him as Diana stepped behind him, keeping the edge of her blade across his neck.
“Are you all right?” Diana asked?
Emily nodded. “Thanks.” She gestured toward Grey. “Now what?”
Diana smiled. “Now, I take him somewhere he can learn respect.” In a swirl of gold and gray mist, they were gone.
And Emily immediately began looking for bubble wrap.
That’s it for me this week. Be sure to check and see what the other blogger’s did with the prompt.