A/N- So this is a new story with Jim Hawkins from treasure planet (Disney) I love this movie! and thought, "I Don't want it to end!" SO... This is what happened :) I know my other story is ... eh :/ ... but this one I practiced real hard! I think I'm getting my style down :) I just wanted to say that this could possibly become a crossover, not sure yet. (SPOILER) Jim falls in love :D But not in this chapter, this one's a little angsty... ENJOY! please R & R!
Jim stumbled lazily from his bed, making his way to the bathroom. He moaned dramatically as he stepped into the spacious restroom. Walking straight to do his business, and then to the sink to wash the sleep from his heavy eyes.
When he looked into the mirror, all Jim saw was his former self. An adolescent teen, strung together with thoughts of denial, then torn apart by the memories of betrayal.
He stared at his reflection for several dragging minutes. Finally, he refrained from gazing at the somber image, and flushed his face with more water. Patting it dry with a rough towel, he grabbed a shirt and threw it on.
He tossed away the towel and grabbed for his faded and worn jacket.
Snatching up his boots, he tumbled out of his bedroom, attempting to pull the heavy footwear on. With a couple tugs, his feet fell into the snug encasings of the firm surfing boots.
He slumped his head low, and scurried down the steps, trying to go unnoticed, he didn't want his mom to hound him for waking up late again. With hurried steps, he found his way into the kitchen and began washing dishes.
Getting into a paced rhythm, he took a soiled dish, dipped it into the warm tempered water, scrubbed it clean, making sure to remove any marks or filth, then rubbed it thoroughly dry with a clean towel. This went on for a good half hour, before his mother stepped through the swinging double doors. She surveyed the progress of the chefs. Checked on the assistants, and then finally found her way to Jim.
"Almost done?" She asked in a relaxed and assertive tone.
Jim swallowed his pain in front of her. She didn't need to see him broken. "Uh, ya. Actually Mom, I was wondering if I could go-" she waved her hand in an agreeable manner and relieved him of his tasks. He wiped his hands briskly with the dish towel, then bolted for the back door.
He jogged over to the tool shed, and pulled the heavy doors open with a gruff grunt. Making his way inside the musty building, he shuffled through some gardening tools, pushing aside planting pots. He found the object he'd been seeking and pulled up a thick green tarp off of a lonely piece of equipment. A layer of dust shot up into the once settled air. Jim coughed a few times, waving his hand to keep particles from stinging his deep blue eyes.
Once the air was relaxed again, Jim held up a long rusting chunk of recycled metal. The thick a bulky frame shrimping him in comparison. He let a grin play across his features, but released it immediately.
Heaving the heavy board through the labyrinth of discarded garden tools and retired lawnmowers, he maneuvered it outside.
He dropped it flat on the ground with a piercing clang as it met the concrete. He stepped on, one foot behind the other, and took a surfing stance. Finding his center of balance, he gained complete stamina before stomping his foot down on the engine to ignite the burner.
After a second passed, the action registered and a flame shot out from the burners. Causing the board to reverberate as the metal surfer lifted off the ground and burst forward with a cosmic force.
His hair whipped playfully at his face, the wind stinging his eyes with currents of rapid air shooting past him. He took in a sharp breath of frigid air, swaying his body into the turns as he expertly rounded the cliffs surrounding the BenBow Inn. He'd done this run thousands of times. The turns were burned permanently into the recesses of his mind.
After a wide turn, Jim slowed down. He was approaching a no speeding zone. It was the Montressor mining factory. It would harvest rocks from the canyon walls, selling it to other planets who craved the rich texture of their earth. He used to whip through the turning mills that transported the precious rocks.
He'd always get captured by the police. The memory of his mothers face when they dragged him through the door was eating at his soul.
He'd thought, after all he'd went through, that everything would be resolved by now. He was a cadet of the Interstellar Academy, that is, until he dropped out his second year. No one respected him. Saying he only got in because of Captain Amelia.
He was done being torn apart. His life seemed to tether, and float away in the wind. It felt like emptiness to Jim. Like being locked in a cold damp stone room. Not even a sliver of sunshine, just the constant and unbearable clatter of water seeping through the ceiling.
What was the point? First his father leaves, just up and goes. Then, he becomes this rebellious, recalcitrant teen. Constantly getting in trouble, stressing his poor terrified mother.
Unexpectedly, Jim gets tossed into a wave of stupendous events. Beginning with pirates destroying his home. Leading to an adventure, a friend, and a treasure incomparable to any other. Well, at least that's what Jim thought.
Ending with the return from his incredible trip on the RLS Legacy. He was sent back to his mother. With collected jewels his friend Silver had salvaged, the two rebuilt the BenBow Inn. Life was looking good. He even attended the academy. Who'd a thought the once young criminal would be so lucky?
But alas, life happened.
Jim sighed, looking back at the shrinking factory. "If he'd never left-" Jim spat angrily, holding in a sob as his voice grew tense. He didn't want to cry, it was better to be angry with someone else, than sorry for yourself.
He glided to a halt, his fists clenched tightly, shoulders raised, head down, jaw grinding, and eye brows furrowing deeply into his clouding eyes. Anger crept around him, poking his every button. Finally, he couldn't take the tension anymore and let out a scream the reverberated off the canyon walls, echoing multiple times, before turning into an indecipherable ghostly howl.
He was breathing heavily. Staring out, not even focusing on anything. His mind felt numb. The only thing going through it was intense pings of anger that coursed down his spine and spread through his body.
He sucked in a heavy breath, held it in, then shot off. He pushed the burners to their limit, going faster than he'd ever gone. Feeling the world fly past him, his board wobbled, the front swerving viciously. Jim was losing control, but he kept pushing. Faster and faster. He closed his eyes against the scorching air. He prepared for impact.
The board suddenly jerked out from under his feet, throwing him down towards the ground with tremendous force.
Jim saw the earth growing closer at a rate too fast to change anything. With a thud, followed by a sickening crack, He lay discombobulated on the frigid canyon bed.
Jim's POV
Darkness had fallen, the kind of night without stars, or moons. Just a black sky. I opened my eyes gingerly, only to be greeted by this darkness.
My first reaction was to sit up and look at my surroundings. I began to lift my head, but shot it back down as a indescribable twinge of pain enveloped me. I yelped, my dry throat was screaming, my limbs on fire. Needles seemed to be pricking at my body. Stabbing me repeatedly.
Tears streamed down my dirt covered face, my scrapes and cuts burning from the saltiness. "God!" I rasped.
'what happened? Why am I so-' I directed my eyes as far as they would, taking a look at the damage. Only to be put into shock when I witnessed my twisted legs and bleeding torso.
Instead of freaking out, my shock shifted into complete ignorance. Strange enough, I felt happy something really bad had happened. I didn't know if it was the fact I liked being bad-ass, or if the loss of blood was rendering me brain dead. I was so comfortable. It literally felt like I was underwater, my hearing muffled, my eyes blurred. It was hard to move, and there was a pressure on my chest, but I was breathing regularly. The whole experience was strange.
Within a few minutes I could feel my legs and arms going numb, my body grew colder. Darkness crept up and urged me to shut my heavy lids. Before I had gone completely unconscious, I told myself, 'You may never wake up again.' I slipped away with a satisfying grin on my lips.