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Chapter 1: Defiant
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A/N: This is my first House fic and I'm not sure how it's going to turn out. Right now, this is just an experiment. If people don't seem to like it, then I'll discontinue it. If I don't feel like I have a good idea for the story I shall also discontinue it.
So please enjoy this trial chapter!! Please review! If I get enough I'll keep going. No flames please.
Oh, and if I do continue with the story I'll update about a week from now.
ENJOY MUCHLY!!
This was not a safe place.
Thunder crashed overhead and fog roiled around her ankles. Icy grass crunched underfoot.
The girl did not dare to look down…for she knew what lay six feet below her. Dead eyes. Dead eyes in a dead face perched on a dead body. Dead. Dead. Dead.
The girl stomped her foot and opened her mouth to let out a howl of rage. The sound stuck in her throat; choking her from the inside. The fog reared up and snaked over her body like thin, wet ropes that would never break. She was held fast and she had nowhere to look but down. Down to where the dead eyes stared up and past.
The girl's body writhed as she desperately tried to free herself from the steel-like fog. Her eyes were locked with the dead girl's. She couldn't help but think pretty.
Pretty and familiar.
Pretty and familiar and…her.
The girl opened her mouth again to scream, but got a throat full of fog instead. The thin ropes slid down and down, wreathing her insides like sick halos. Her eyes rolled back in her head and the ropes slipped away from her as she fell.
She saw nothing. She felt nothing. She was nothing. Her dead eyes stared out from her dead face that was perched upon her dead body.
Somewhere, deep inside the recesses of her obliterated mind a voice whispered. It whispered and gasped and finally gained words.
It will happen.
………………………………………………………………………………………….
Aislinn awoke with a start. She convulsed violently and fell on the floor on all fours. She gasped for air and scrabbled at her throat, but she couldn't catch her breath. She heard some of her classmates scream. Others laughed, thinking it was one of her usual attempts to get out of class.
She locked eyes with her best friend. She silently begged for her help. She was dying. She was dying.
"Shut up! She's not screwing around! Call 9-1-1, she needs help!" she heard Kaye bellow to the others. "She can't breathe! Oh god, Aislinn!"
Aislinn had fallen forward onto her face. Her body twitched and writhed as though actively trying to suck oxygen in through her pores.
"Aislinn! Don't you dare leave us! You stay with me! Listen to my voice…"
But Aislinn didn't listen to Kaye's voice. She didn't do anything except wait. Wait for the dream to become a reality. She tried to remember the voice from the dream, but she couldn't. She didn't remember anything about anything.
That is until she opened her eyes four days later and was met with the shrewd, unconcerned gaze of someone's piercing blue eyes.
TBC
A/N: Short chapter, sorry. My writing isn't usually this repetitive, so this will be the only time this poetic thing happens. (Unless you guys prefer it.) Please review! Oh, by the way I tried to make this chapter like the intro to House. You know, where you meet the patient and are left on a cliff hanger after something happens to them. Thanks for reading!
