So I'm back with chapter 3 of this fanfiction
Answer to last chapter: Micky Ds
Well let's get right into chapter 3
Sam
I felt alive. There was no other way to describe the feeling that came over me. I was trying to keep my balance as I stood on my surfing board. Adrenaline pumped through my body, while I was riding the biggest wave I had ever seen. Until I finally lost my balance and fell into the water. It was surprisingly refreshing.
"Sam!"
I swam toward the lightand suddenly found myself sitting on the beach with Astrid beside me. She smiled at me and I smiled back. Her smile was the mostbeautifulthing I had ever seen. Though the smile suddenly disappeared. "Sam!", she screamed, but the voice wasn't hers. I frowned. She looked upset.
"SAM!"
I felt that someone was shaking my shoulders and I opened my eyes. It took a little while to adjust to the light. "Sam!", the same voice yelled again. I saw that it was Caine.
"Stop shaking me!", I shook myself out of Caine's grip. I yawned. "What time is it?", I asked a little bit more calmly, but still peeved.
"Shut the hell up for a minute!", Caine yelled. I was about to argue when I heard the shouting from downstairs.
"I take it that Tom's back", I said trying to make a joke of it.
"I know that", he snapped back, "but shouldn't we go make sure mom's okay? I mean, you know how he can be when he's drunk."
"Yeah, I know and that's why we shouldn't go down", I said sadly. "We'll just make things worse."
I saw Caine opening his mouth to argue, when our mom screamed something in fright that made my blood run cold.
"Tom put down the knife!"
Caine
I rushed downstairs with Sam on my tail. My eyes widened when I saw Tom walking toward our mum with a big knife in his hands. I started to shake. He wasn't going to kill her, wasn't he? But then I saw his eyes, threatening and angry. Oh my god. He was going to kill her.
But not if I stop him.
I dashed forward, hoping to be in time to stop him from hurting my mother. But his hand was already coming down to strike her. My eyes widened and I made an attempt to grab him, but I was still too far away. I saw red and screamed.
Suddenly, Tom went flying backwards into the side of the kitchen counter. He hit the counter awkwardly, his left arm hitting first. Then the full weight of his body crashed into his arm, pinning it between the counter and his body for a second.
The next second all, you heard was a loud crunch followed by Tom falling to the ground.
"Aaaaaaaaaaa!", Tom screamed as he clutched his left arm. It completely twisted, obviously broken. I looked at my hands in shock. Did I just do that? How the hell did that happen?
In the corner of my eyes, I could see Tom slowly standing up, the knife still in his right hand. He ran toward me with the knife raised. In fear, I was completely frozen. Was I going to die like this? I closed my eyes tightly, waiting for Tom to kill me.
But the strike never came.
I opened my eyes and saw Tom falling on the floor with two hand-sized holes in either sides of his chest, one where is heart should have been. He never screamed. He never stood up again. He just lay there, dead, while blood slowly started to surround his body. I looked behind me and saw Sam staring at his hands in shock.
Then, he raised his head to look at me. I saw something in his eyes that he would probably also see in mine. Fear. Disbelieve. Happiness.
Connie
I looked at my boys staring at each other in disbelieve.
Everything had happened so fast and I still couldn't believe what had happened. Tom was dead. And Caine had just pushed him without touching him. And Sam had just shot two green light beams from his hands. But Tom was dead. And the shocking thing was, I felt happy about it.
I guess I never loved the man. I suppose I was using him, but still shouldn't I feel something?
Then it dawned on me. What was I going to say to the police? "Oh Tom, he died when my son shot a killing light out of his hands and hit him in the chest, but that was after his twin brother threw Tom across the room, without touching him, and broke his arm." It even sounded crazy to me and I had seen it with my own eyes.
I needed to think what could I do. He didn't have any family, so that's not an issue and I doubted his friends would even look for him, so I was clean that way. But what should I do with his body?
"Um", was all I could think off to say but it got Sam and Caine's attention. I needed to look if they were alright. They looked at me and I immediately regretted looking them in the eyes.
Their eyes were filled with a mixture of emotions and none of them good.
Their eyes shone with victory, with happiness, with darkness.
"Go to your rooms", I said eventually. It was such a motherly thing to say, but it was all I could think of and it seemed to work because they turned around and ran upstairs.
Sam
When we got to our room, we shut the door behind us. It was a sign that we needed to talk in private about this, but the thing was, I couldn't talk. I was feeling a rush of adrenaline and power. I could tell that Caine felt the same way. Finally, I broke the silence.
"Did we just kill Tom?", I said. My voice was full with joy and laughter. I knew I would feel ashamed afterwards, but right now I didn't care.
"I think we did", Caine replied. I could tell that he was still trying to comprehend what just had happened.
"Won't we get in trouble or something?"
"The police can't do a thing about it. I can throw them or even hold them in place for you to zap them." It was meant as a joke, but something inside of me told me that he meant it. "I mean, who's going to stop us? We have super powers."
"I like the sound of that. We have super powers...You know, maybe we should keep quiet about this."
"Why?", Caine's eyes shone with greed. "Don't you know what this means? No one can mess with us now! No one!"
"Yes, but don't you know what would happen if they saw us using our powers?! They'll lock us up or worse, we'll be on the run for the rest of our lives. Besides, we can't even control our powers properly."
Caine looked at his hand, before he aimed it toward a pile of books sitting on the table. I think he was trying to prove me wrong by knocking the books down or something, but to no prevail. "Okay, maybe we can't," Caine admitted, "but we can practice them."
"I know just the place, but let's get some sleep first", I said climbing into my bed.
"Okay. Might as well enjoy it while we can. You know what they say: 'no rest for the wicked'", he replied while climbing into the top bunk. As he said it, I couldn't stop myself from smiling.
So there you have it chapter 3 of this fanfiction and since the first death has happened I think I will do my first ever disclaimer
Disclaimer: I do not own the gone books Michael Grant does but if I did Sam would be evil and badass
So Question for this chapter and I think you will like it: Name one thing that Michael Grant did wrong with the character of Astrid
Honestly I hold nothing against Astrid I like her and I know you are all gasping because lots of people hate her but I will start it off
Michael Grant gave her a power in Gone but it was never mentioned again and you never really found out what it did
Well it honesty isn't a Question but I just want to know what you people out their hate about her
Well as always leave any comments you have good or bad and what you would like to happen
Skullhead out