Hi there. It's Miki! I finally got some sleep. I feel much better now! Insomnia sucks.
You know, some troglodyte thought it would be funny to rip out my house's internet cable so I had no connection so I couldn't post. What is wrong with the world?
Also i haven't been updating because i haven't been getting any reviews . . . Where have all you guys gone? I feel slightly rejected . . . well not that much but still :(
Get ready to meet the mysterious Carmin! (whom none of you probable remember, it's been that long.)
-Tom-
'Tom. Tom, can you hear me? Tom!"
Tom could hear the voice talking to him, but it sounded like it was coming from far away. It was faint, but it sounded . . . familiar. Yet Tom had no idea who it belonged to.
A pale face framed with dark spikes swam into his vision. "Tom!"
It was like everything was happening behind a thick, white mist, impossible to concentrate or focus on.
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-Tristan-
Tristan frowned at Tom. The hazel eyed boy met Tristan's gaze, but there was no recognition in Tom's eyes.
He turned to the other two boys. "I don't know what's wrong with him. I've never seen anyone like this before. It's like he isn't registering anything around him." Behind him, Tom raised his hands, releasing a stream of tiny butterflies.
"Do you think it's something you can heal?" Zack asked, looking at his friend in concern.
"I don't think this is an injury, even a mental one. It's like he's been . . . hypnotised or something."
Zack looked at Tristan dubiously, then turned to Jamie. "Hey, what do you think. . ." he began to ask, but then noticed Jamie was frowning at his watch.
He stood abruptly. "Sorry guys, I have to go," Jamie said and ran off.
"What's up with him?" Zack asked, as Tom radiated rainbows behind them.
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-Jamie-
Only stopping when he arrived at his destination, Jamie ran. He sank down at the entrance, puffing guiltily. He had forgotten what day it was, and now he was late. Every Wednesday afternoon, straight after school, he came here.
To the hospital.
He went straight up. All the staff recognized him, and he had been doing this for almost four years now. He couldn't believe he had almost forgotten.
Walking into the small room, he sat on the chair beside the bed. "Hey, Carmin. How are you?" He said to the figure in the bed, who appeared to be sleeping peacefully. All around them, machines beeped and whirred.
Four years ago, Carmin was hit by a car. She had been in a coma for four years. For four years his wealthy parents had spent more and more of their money desperately searching for the person who could help her. For four years Carmin had slept. His twin sister hadn't opened her eyes in four years.
"Sorry I'm late," Jamie said, and proceeded to tell her about his week.
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-Joy-
It had been dark for a long time. So very long. But now, Joy could see again.
And what she could see was a room with nine beds, two occupied, and a small girl in a pink dress crumpled on the ground beside her.
It took a few seconds to register that the girl was Lola-Mai. Joy stumbled out of the bed and knelt next to Lola.
"Hey, wake up." She gently shook the petite girl's shoulder. "Lola? Can you hear me?" No response. She shook her harder. "Lola. Lola!"
She jumped to her feet, and hurried to the next occupied bed. "Alice? Alice?! Alice! Wake up!" The girl turned a little, but did not stir. At the final bed, Joy was losing hope.
"Lexie, wake up! LEXIE! Can you hear me?!"
She ran to the doors, pulling. She rattled the handles, tears running down her cheeks. "Let me out!" She smacked them with her palms, then her fists. "Let me out, let me OUT, LET ME OUT!" Her voice rose to a scream. She thumped her hands, willing the cold metal to change but, for once, her gift failed her.
She fell to the ground, and cried.
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-Zack-
"There's not much we can really do with the three of us, is there?" Zack said to Tristan.
"Maybe we should just consider ourselves as two," said Tristan quietly. "Since I don't think Tom's going to be an awful lot of help."
They looked over at Tom, who had flowers growing all over the vines that curled up his arms and torso. Tiny birds flittered in a halo above his head, and he smiled serenely.
"You're probably right," Zack sighed. What was wrong with his friend?
"Maybe we should get going?"
"Yeah, okay."
Zack grabbed Tom's arm. He didn't trust him to get home safely in this state. "Later," he saluted Tristan, and vanished, leaving the healer to slouch home slowly, all alone.
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-Jamie-
Jamie stretched and stood up. The sun was glowing orange outside the window, and he should probably be getting home. Not that his parents would miss him.
With a sigh, he brushed Carmin's hair back gently. "See ya next week sis." He said quietly, and walked to the door.
He slid it open, and was surprised to see a blond woman standing outside.
"Jamie Night, am I correct?" She purred.
Immediately defensive, he took a step back. "Who are you and how do you know my name?" He demanded.
"Tou-chy," The woman smirked. "My name is Serena Hancock, and I'm a specialist in hypnotherapy. I was sent here by your parents, Alia and Michael Night. I believe you are acquainted with them?" Her smirk grew larger, and so did Jamie's irritation. But one thing caught his attention.
"You can help Carmin?" He asked warily.
"Oh yes, I'm an expert in my field. I helped an unresponsive, amnesic boy found on the streets to talk again." She gave that annoying smile of someone with a private joke. "I'm sure your sister will be a walk in the park. Here, let me give you a demonstration."
She pulled out a large thing that looked like a spinning dinner plate. All of a sudden, Jamie couldn't tear his gaze away from it.
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The hospital staff didn't think there was anything strange about Jamie Night leaving with the young blue eyed woman. After all, with that thick blond hair, they must be related.
And anyway, Jamie was far too smart to go anywhere with a stranger.
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Yep, Jamie's gone. . . I suddenly realised I had bumped off all the girls, so I had to get rid of a guy and Jamie was the lucky winner!
Haha, Joy is so bad under pressure. Lola was all like 'oh I'm awake. Oh, the door's locked. Oh well, better wake Joy.' And Joy just freaks out! Also, the reason Lola could use her gift in confinement but Joy couldn't was cause her gift wasn't considered dangerous.
Also, to all Gifted fans, did you get my Carter/Paul reference there? *Laughs at own joke*
And now. Character profiles!
Jamie Night-
Short, blonde hair, green eyes, impatient, popular, easily bored, arrogant, loves basketball. Twin sister Carmin, parents Alia & Michael Night.
Dislikes- Grammar, Football, Lexie Bayden, soup, his parents
Likes- His sister, basketball, using his gift, mysteries
He told Madame that when he was five he fell down a hole and no one heard his cries for help. Being very short he couldn't climb out and was too impatient to wait for help so he floated out of the hole. But he actually got his gift when Carmin fell off the balcony of their fifteenth floor apartment. Jamie loves to play sports, especially basketball (but not football) and constantly boasts about his feats. He likes his gift, but not the gifted class. He's pretty short. Plays on the school basketball team and, despite his size, holds the school record for most slum dunks during a single game. The gifted class suspect this has something to do with his gift. He hates adults, especially his parents. He hates Lexie. Very arrogant. When he was nine his sister was hit by a car and is in a coma in hospital.
