Good By Blue Screens: Computer Jack
Author's Note: Thanks so much for all of the reviews and support. I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as the others, and I am sorry for such a long wait on this chapter. Since the other chapters were written before Plague came out, I think that some chapters from here on out might have spoilers, but some might not depending on my mood and their involvement in Plague.
The darkness is everywhere. The screens as black as the night sky, missing the glow of a website's flamboyant colors. The telltale green light of a fully alive computer, blank.
In my eyes, the world might as well already be dead, because what I cared about most in life was lost in the wreckage of this dis-utopia.
Computers had been my life. They were my natural talent before the Fayz. I could both use and fix them. I could hack government files, knew every backdoor known to man kind, and all of the professional terms. Computers are as easy for me to understand as English, and twice as easy as dealing with people my own age.
The screens did not dim before going black. Just like the Fayz, there was no preparation to what would happen next in the endless chain of events. The world as we knew it just turned off just like the screen, leaving us scared and alone, isolated from whatever rests outside of the wall.
Before the Fayz, when I didn't have the strength of the Hulk to rely on, computers saved me. I was valuable to the bullies. If they needed to hack a school file to change a grade they had me. It helped me stay alive in Coats Academy, even though I was still labeled a geek, it was better then being the geek with the black eye. They could only beat me up a little, but never would do me enough harm that I wouldn't do their biding.
Now what was I? My computer skills do me no good with their batteries being drained. I have twice the strength of your regular body builder, but what good am I really? I'm not like Sam, shooting beams of deadly light from his hands (I wish he could shoot beams of lights at a Mac Book and give it a full charge but he has more important things to do). I'm not like Caine, thank God if there is one. I would never want to be the bad guy, pinning people against walls with his telekinesis, and invading small beach towns with the same Charisma that Hitler used when coming to power. Yet somehow, I became Diana's secret weapon.
I will never understand why Diana chose me to be her secret spy. Maybe she secretly has a thing for nerds who's scrawny arms have the strength of a body builders?
I used to have a crush on her. Come to think of it, every guy at Coats did. It was partly because of her long dark hair, and developed body, but also had something to do with her being Caine's, and since everyone wanted to be him, they also wanted his possible girl friend.
Thing's changed though when I meet Brianna, or the Breeze as she nicknamed herself. I think I like her because she would fit right into one of the comic books I used to collect before the Fayz. She had the super heroine name, the bad ass powers, and the attitude for it.
Her and Dianna are polar opposites. Brianna is bubbly and kind (as long as you are not on Caine's side, or a coyote) and Dianna is intimidating and manipulative, and also quite a bitch. If there is one thing they have in common though, it is that they both make me nervous and my palms sweat all for the same reason.
I don't get what Brianna sees in me. I'm a scrawny nerd that never expected to have much of a relationship outside of his computer. I thought I would be using my computer to fill the void of a relationship, on sketchy sites that would make my parents cringe to see me on.
If there is anything I can be thankful for in the Fayz, its for giving me The Breeze, even though she makes me feel awkward and confused. But when the Fayz walls come down, I hope that the President offers us some reward for making it out. I'm sure most will take a trip to Disney Land, but all I want is a room, a plug, and a laptop.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it! Please review, and I will tell you what pathetic soul is going to pour their heart out next!