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PostSubject: Something....   Something.... EmptyTue Nov 24, 2009 9:27 pm

HAI.

So, yesh. Yet another randomass excerpt of the 'story' I'm working on. This is, from what I've posted thus far, the first scene. All shall be explained. But essentially, no one knows about their powers, or the superhero teams or any such thingENJOY.

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Beep. Beep. Beeeeeep.

What was making that insufferable noise?

Beep. Beep. Beeeeeep.


Ugh, where was it coming from? Why was it getting louder? And why is no one turning the damn thing off?

Izzy squeezed her eyes shut tighter, trying to erase the feeling of having looked into a camera flash. As the coloured spots floating through her vision began to leave, she slowly became aware of various sensations throughout her body. Sensations that were a sure sign something was terribly wrong.

The inside of her elbow itched. Similar to the itches you get when something cuts your skin, she noted.

Something was stuck to her face. Various, pulsating, somethings. And there were more of them on other spots of her body. They itched too, whatever they were, but a different kind of itch; more like a band-aid itch.

Then there was the dull pain everywhere. Her whole body felt as though she’d gotten the worst sunburn of her life.

Slowly, she cracked one eye open, and immediately regretted it. She was assaulted with a blinding light, as if she was a deer caught in a truck’s headlights. After waiting for the coloured dots to leave once again, she looked to her side before slowly opening her eyes.

There was a boy on the bed next to her. He was hooked-up to various devices, which Izzy thought weird. As if they were in some sort of medical bay; but their school didn’t have one. Dimly, and in a detached manner, she realized that she, too, must look just as attached as he did. At least it would explain the feeling in her elbows, and everywhere else, come to think of it.

“Hey,” she said. Her voice sounded small and high.

The boy started, and looked at her with wide eyes. “Uh… hey,” he said.

He looks like a drama-boy, some detached part of her brain thought. Ask him what’s going on, another part suggested.

“So,” she said, then stopped, and forced herself to cough and swallow. When she spoke again, her voice sounded less than that of someone on the verge of death, and marginally more normal. “What are all these tubes doing sticking out of me?” She raised the arm with the itchy elbow, illustrating her query.

The boy blinked. “Do I look like a doctor to you –”

“Izzy!”

There was a bang, followed by rushing footsteps, and a thud as something heavy landed on the floor on her other side.

Slowly, and somewhat painfully, she rolled away from the drama-boy and onto her other side; confident she already knew what she’d find waiting there.

Bright green eyes under a tangle of sun-bleached red hair stared expectantly at her.

“Hi.” The redhead grinned wildly at her.

Izzy was already smiling by the time she realized she wanted to, and the nagging sense of worry she hadn’t even known she had disappeared. “Hey.” She said. And then winced at the sound of her voice; like that of a pubescent boy.

Enjoying the comfort of the silence that grew between the pair for a few seconds, she managed to wheeze out a laugh when Alex shattered it. Just like always.

“So, shit has gone down since the fieldtrip, I don’t even know where to begin; Meg and Rich are outside, and…” She trailed off as a look of concern spread across her face. “Iz?”

“What… What are you talking about?” What fieldtrip? Why was Alex looking at her like that? What was going on?

“There was an explosion.” The boy, Mr. Do-I-Look-Like-A-Doctor-To-You? had said it. “The reactor. Something went wrong; someone screwed up. It exploded. Don’t you remember the screaming, and the fire?”

What crawled up his ass? She opened her mouth to ask him, when her brain was assaulted with images. Memories. As if she was watching a particularly bad presentation, some Frankenstein thing that was the spliced footage of different films, none of them relating to each other. The field trip. Almost missing the bus. Ditching the tour to find Alex some coffee. Hearing the sound, feeling the vibration, and then watching the wall next to them turn into an inferno. "Oh."

Alex exhaled, and seemed to inhale relief. “Oh good, you remember. Meg didn’t when she first came-to, and I thought I was going to go insane. Rich sort of got it, but I had to show Meg her –” Quickly, she clamped a hand over her mouth. “Pretend I never said anything just then, okay?”

“What is it, Alex?” Izzy asked, hoping her voice carried some of the irritation she was feeling.

“Nothing,” Alex said in a sing-song voice.

“She’s talking about the clothes we were wearing in the explosion. Or at least, the charred scraps of fabric that’s left of them.” Again, it was the drama-boy who had spoken.

Izzy looked between the two. If metaphors could kill, Blondie-Boy’d be dead via the daggers of Lex’s stare, she mused. And then, How was it that I didn’t get an A for using that in my English paper? I mean, come on, you don’t get much more witty than ‘Death-by-Metaphor’.

“Here’s a thought, Finn. Your smartass mouth seems to be working perfectly, unlike the rest of you, which is still bedridden. So howseabout your mouth and my fist get to know each other, on a personal level, and then your mouth and jaw will be at the same level of wounded as the rest of you? And hell, why don’t I just do your whole face while I'm at it, like a package deal?”

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FIN. (of the scene; since that would be the greatest fail ending to any story, ever, since i'm not Quentin Tarentino and therefore non-linear plotline's aren't my special talent)
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PostSubject: Re: Something....   Something.... EmptyTue Nov 24, 2009 9:38 pm

LOL. QT ref = laughs. SO TRUE.

Um.

Like the dialogue style... Kinda like the stories you read, yes? Very Happy

And lol. I love comebacks like that.
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PostSubject: Re: Something....   Something.... EmptyTue Nov 24, 2009 9:47 pm

I am waaaaay to proud of that comeback ><

And I suppose the style is like the books I read; since I tend to want to be like them. Re-reading it, it's kind of like the dialogue/commentary for life that runs in my brain and just bleahed itself onto the ...keyboard. (was originally going to say 'page' and then i realized i didnt ever physcially write any of this down via ink/graphite and paper. huh.)

Oooooooooh QT. I love you for pulp fiction, inglourious basterds, kill bill Wink and: FROM DUSK TILL DAWN. all im gonna say about it is this: george clooney. don't ever fuck with that man. he define's BAMF with his character of Seth Gecko in that movie. (ignore the last name of stupid. really, he is soooooooooooo awesomely badass and just COOL XD *fangirls*)
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PostSubject: Re: Something....   Something.... EmptyTue Nov 24, 2009 10:08 pm

Does anyone die in this?

Also this is pretty good. Though the boy's name should be Maurice. Also I think this should be how the story starts. Very Happy
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