I don't own the song No Threat by the fabulous Tragically Hip. I also don't own any of the characters from the Inheritance cycle. And just a note that this may not seem like the Inheritance cycle at the beginning of this story, but don't worry, it soon will. Just hang in there :D
It's just me
I'll just be a sec
I'm a cleaner, I'm no threat, no threat, no threat
I'm a reader, I'm no threat.
The bell on a shop door still ringing, four people walked out of a record store. Two of them, Christine and Owen, were still lightly bickering. The third, Jack, was humming along to a song that had been stuck in his head for the entire week. And finally, Ben was playing air drums. It was a nice sunny day, and even though Jack didn't really like that sort of thing, the birds all singing were actually sort of pleasant.
All of them weren't even paying attention when Owen, pretending to be pissed off at Chris, raced out into the street ahead of them.
He didn't see it. And no one could react quite fast enough.
It all moved in a sort of slow motion.
"Well thats cliché…" thought Owen as everything also slowed down in his thoughts. Owen's muddled thoughts were cut off as he suddenly felt all the air in his lungs being sucked right away.
Approximately six seconds later, Owen, having felt nothing hit him, and feeling he was still standing upright, decided that he should probably open his eyes. The first thing he noticed was that, aside from his severely aching neck, he appeared to be fine. Looking around, he noticed that Ben was looking in horror at a fast moving bus, swiftly rounding a corner, far past them now. Jack, being sensible, was eyeing him critically. And Chris was breathing heavily.
Blinking rapidly, Owen stared at the three of them.
"Ok... so, just to clear that up, I'm, err… not dead?"
They all looked at each other. "Yeah, um, Chris pulled some moves there and grabbed you by the neck like, seconds before it could crush you," explained a relieved Ben.
Owen and Jack turned to stare at Chris, wanting an explanation. She started to talk, but was clearly uncertain of how she was going to phrase it.
"Yeah, that was just really strange... You know me, I've got terrible reflexes. S'why I can't play baseball. Can't catch a damn thing," she laughed nervously, clearly not liking all the attention.
Owen broke the tension, cleared his throat, and exclaimed "Well, come on then, the ice cream won't eat itself."
The ice cream parlour across the street was open and his hunger was main priority after making sure he wasn't dead.
They all headed over to the parlour, carefully checking there weren't any cars or buses, or any other out of control transportation coming their way.
"Typical," thought Chris, as she maneuvered her way around a fire hydrant, but not without apologizing to a man she had knocked into, as she crossed the road.
"Shit, that was like, lightning fast... I wish I could do that...She's always been extremely clumsy..." rambled Ben mentally, kicking a newly grown dandelion on the sidewalk.
"He's so dumb. That happens again and he'll die. Stupid kid," thought Jack, grumbling.
Sitting down at a table in Baskin Robins, each dismissed the recent event from their minds as a bright bit of luck on Chris's part.
And proceeded to pig out on ice cream...
I have to note that in the rest of the story, it will be told from Christine's point of view. (I might do the occasional one from some one else) but for the most part, I'm gonna stick with one persons view per chapter.
Thanks guys, I published this in 2009. It was pretty awful coming back to it, but I'm going to try and revamp it.