Post by tempest on Jun 6, 2009 1:04:06 GMT -5
Reawaken
Chapter 1: The Beginning
Chapter 1: The Beginning
The room seemed cold and vacant. The only air that stirred the room was from a tine window and from the shallow breathing of a man. He was working diligently on a metal box. This box had eight outlets that led a person to believe, correctly, that this was a game box. The man wiped some sweat from his forehead and slumped over a bit.
“It’s done.” He whispered hoarsely, relieved. The man had a Native-American quality to his features. He looked twenty-five and had aqua-blue eyes. His eyes scanned the room as if seeing it for the very first time. He shook his head. It was just a figment of your imagination, Adrian he thought.
“Let’s see if this works.” He pushed himself up from the desk and brought the box with him to a bed near the window. Adrian grabbed two cords that were sticking out of the outlets, and stuck them on his temples. His hand reached out hesitantly for the box. He was about to reveal to himself the game that could either make- or break him in the future. The switch was flicked… and the man seemed to get knocked out.
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Terry sent the ball flying. A home run, her team would definitely win now. Terry shrieked with delight and threw the bat at the fence as she ran to each base. Home plate was right there, so close she could almost touch it. A grateful yell came up from the bleachers and the benches where her teammates sat. All at once her team ran out of the stands and dog-piled on top of her.
Terry laughed even though she was completely surprised by their actions. The team she played with rarely showed affection to their best players. “Coach’s pet.” They would generally sneer. After the team her relented and allowed Terry some air she went to go get a drink. She’d felt a slight bit dizzy ever since second inning, and it was rapidly increasing.
Terry blinked and her vision became blurry. The field and people were darkening in her eyes. Terry’s eyes fluttered shut and she fell. The people in the stadium watched her fall in seemingly slow motion. A few screams rose from the crowd. Soon many people were crowded around her lifeless form.
“Call the doctors!” The coach yelled.
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Damien head banged to the music. He was sitting in his friend’s garage. His friend and friend’s band were currently playing. They’d been hosting auditions that entire afternoon for singers and Damien, being the music lover that he was, sat and laughed at each of them. They all sucked horribly, every single one. Finally, as the last candidate left with fury resonating from every pour of her body, his friend looked at him.
“If you think they all suck so bad, why don’t you come up and try yourself?” His friend drawled. Damien rolled his eyes and stood up lazily. He had heard this song so many times; he knew it by heart now. They started playing and soon Damien began to sing. He twisted his way through the words and even screamed in appropriate places. “Dude… you’re good.” The band said, awestruck, after the song ended.
“Man, my voice feels like lead…” Damien croaked. Truth was he had a spiting headache. “You got any vicodin?” He asked them. They looked at him worried.
“You don’t look so good, man.” The drummer looked Damien over. Damien’s ears began ringing and then he blacked out.
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Silas leaped into the air, catching the football and running down the field with as much speed as he possibly could. He swung left when they thought he was going right. Little bit farther.. His legs began to burn, but he pushed on.
The game was at a tie so far, all they needed was a touchdown.
He could hear the crowd roaring as he ran the last foot and rolled into the end zone. He quickly got up and held the bar into the air. “YEAH WOO!” He screamed, slamming the ball onto the ground with a lot of force, his teammates rushing in and picking him up, carrying him over to the side-lines.
They had already dumped the Gatorade on the coach. He laughed, throwing his hands into the air as they placed him firmly on his feet. But everything suddenly started to fade, he tried to grip onto his best friend, but it was futile.
He dropped to the ground.
The crowd took to their feet, a quiet hush swept over the crowd as everything went into slow motion. He could faintly hear his girlfriend scream, and the coach yelling for someone to call 911...
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Ashling took in a deep breath, her oceanic blue eyes starring out of the window. Yet another boring day in a small town, how dull was that? She sighed, placing a hand up to the glass, all of her friends were off with other plans.
So why was she the one left behind at home on a Saturday?
She grumbled and sighed as she moved away from the window and to the couch, plopping down and grabbing the remote. “Nothing else better to do.” She rolled her eyes, flicking through the channels before stopping at the music station.
She had been there for her friends countless of times, and each time she needed them. Where were they? Off with each other and their boyfriends. Ashling sighed yet again, pushing her hands into the gray hoodie as she took to her feet.
Why did she even have friends if she couldn’t count on them?
She kicked at one of her dog’s squeaky toys that sat in front of her foot idly. Her body felt weak, and she scrambled to the couch. “Mom..” She called out softly, laying down, hoping it would help.
But it didn’t. Slowly, the tv became too blurred to see. Her mother walked in, Ashling’s face was full of fear. “Ash… honey, what’s wrong?” He mother rushed to her side, pushing the black hair out of her face.
Ashling opened her mouth, and her body jumped abruptly and slowly, everything seemed to fade away…
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Britania had the steps down. They were so natural and her slim body moved rhythmically with every counter step she called out. "One two three four, Down up flip bend..." She was finally the head cheerleader. She stopped everyone and grabbed a water. "Kay guys break for a second..." Even while the other squad members breaked she worked on the moves.
She flipped her hair and mouthed the letters and count off steps. She got towards the end and ran forward. She flipped in the air landing in a russian split. She held her spirit fingers out and grinned to the imaginary crowd. She stood up and turned to face the ready squad she started the music. "Alright people we are going to get the last flips right."
"One two run..." She held her breath as she ran forward. She soared in the air over the two guys who were making the bridge. She was supposed to do a round off. What happened next not even she could tell you. Everything went black. Just as she cleared the two guys.
Her athletic slim body went lifeless and fell to the ground with a sickening thump. The last thing she managed to hear was a bubbly scream. "OMG Brit are you okay?"
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Marx spoke into the headset with confidence. "No dude I said go right you're going to get ki...." He chuckled. "Told ya!" He yelled out into the mic. He handled the remote nicely he was the master of Halo 3 on the Xbox Live. He moved his fingers lightly and quick. The screen spoke to him. "Level up!" He pumped his fist. "HELL YEAH!" He was already ahead of everyone he knew. He almost beat the game.
He shuffled his character past all the obstacles. He was always knwon for his smarts. He could sit in his room all day and play video games and still keep a 4.0 average. It didn't matter if he slept in the class he still aced all the tests. He was a senior and this year the Valedictorian. Who knew a video game nerd could reach such lengths.
He took off his headset and stood up. He was still in his boxers and tanktop. It was sunday afterall. He smiled and stretched with his game on pause he had no worries. He went and made a big bowl of cereal. He walked back into his room slowly. He plopped down in his bean bag chair. He put his headset back on. "Back dude!" He friend responded loudly. "Marx my man I got the extended life!" Marx smiled and grabbed the controller. "Awesome dude..." He said as he tried to find what this level was about.
He began to speak to his friend slowly. "Kay man shift to the left and shoot th-" He stopped mid-sentence this time not becuase his friend ignored his advice this time becuase his head began to spin. He plopped to the side no longer able to control his body. His mind went blank. The headset toppled off his head. The silence in the room was interuted by a faint voice. "Marx? Marx dude where'd ya go? Marx?!"
