Music de la Paranormal : Music of the Paranormal
Aura's Notes: I whipped this out pretty quick, actually, though it is shorter than the previous one. I have a long writting weekend planned out ahead, so I hope everyone can keep up. Also, I'd like to say, I have another super sexy awesome Invader ZIM fanfic coming out - most likely this weekend - and if you love this, I think you'll really like the new one I'm doing. I can't give too much away, but just look for the name Addison. What I can say for now is that it has no relationships involved (at this point) and it's a horror, tragedy, and psych thriller.
I don't own the songs used in this; Foster The People - Pumped Up Kicks, and Maroon 5 - Moves Like Jagger, do.
So, without further wait, please enjoy!~
Part II: -Chapter 7-
Stories of My Life
That morning, the sounds of people racing in the hallway woke Dib to the long day ahead. He let out a yawn and stretched at the edge of his bed. Dib trudged through his morning routines, just going through the motions. There was a spot against the wall where he would lean up against and mark his shrinking height. After making the line, Dib stepped back and sighed.
Another half an inch shorter, he thought sourly. If this keeps up, I'll be five foot when I die. He really wasn't kidding about me being unrecognizable after our fight… Dib angrily punched the wall, the thought of his decommission unbearable. After all, the thought that you would die in a month would make anybody mad, both mentally and physically.
After collecting himself, Dib went downstairs to eat breakfast, alone, of course. While down at his seat, slowing munching away at his eggs and toast, Dib gazed out the large paned windows that showed the buzzing campus grounds. There were students having picnics with friends and others were rushing from class to class with backpacks and textbooks in their arms. However, there was one person in particular who caught his eye.
It was a girl; short, but not stocky with curves and an athletic build, trying to hurry to her next class with books in her arms. She was in an outdoor corridor along the building nearby, but this was all Dib could tell because she had her back to him. However, Dib perked his head up as he noticed several boys sneaking up behind her. All of a sudden, the boys ganged up on her and pinned her up against a wall, cornering her.
Dib's face scrunched up at the scene, ready to bolt up and help her. Then, one of the boys pushed her, causing her to fall to the ground. That's all it took for Dib to burst out of the lobby and into the nearby corridor. There were about five boys, all of them menacing and tall.
Without trying to resort to violence, Dib first shouted, "Hey! What do you guys think you're doing?" They easily ignored him and continued on.
Dib furrowed his brow, deep in thought. I guess we're gonna have to do this the hard way! Dib walked up to one of the boys and delivered a right hook into his spine, forcing him to double over. The others looked at him with disgrace and growled.
"I mean it, you dick heads! You better get out of here before I do this to all of you!" Dib shouted. "Now go! Scat!"
Though hesitant, the boys cursed under their breath and left helping to carry the injured one away. With them now gone, Dib lowered to his knees and began picking up the girl's dropped books.
"Are you okay?" he asked sweetly. "They pushed you hard…"
The girl sighed. "It's nothing I haven't faced before. I must say though, I thank you dearly for what you did."
Dib smiled and reached towards another book, a sketchbook, actually. He picked it up and looked back up at the girl, who was still turned away from him. "You draw?"
"Y-yeah," she stuttered. "It's what I do here. Most people think this place is just for the performing arts, but I don't blame them. There's only about ten of us who do visual art, and eight of those play instruments too."
"Why won't you look at me?" Dib tapped her on the shoulder. "And your name? I'm Dib, Dib Membrane."
The girl waited a few moments before answering. "Y-You promise not to laugh at me?"
"Why would I laugh? But no, I promise," he said.
The girl slowly turned around and her eyes darting around Dib's face. He held back a gasp as he looked over her more. Her right eye was a beautiful green while the other was a dark brown. She had short, chin-length dark brown hair with highlights and pale skin. She was really pretty, actually, so Dib wondered why she asked him not to laugh.
"What's wrong? You're a very pretty young lady, if you ask me," Dib assured.
She blushed, her entire face growing red. "It's my eyes and just… me… The boys around this school don't like different. My name's Madison Walker by the way."
Dib gave her a smile. "That's a cute name."
"Oh please, now you're just trying to be a ladies' man!" Madison laughed. "I'm sorry, but I already have a boyfriend! Two could get complicated!"
"Mind if I?" Dib held up the sketchbook she had dropped. She nodded and stood up, getting ready to leave. Dib flipped through the breath taking sketches carefully. "These are really… amazing…" He stood up and handed her the book back.
"Thanks…" Madison muttered. "But, I must be going. I have my morning art lesson starting in a few minutes. I hope to see you around, Dib!"
"Same here!" Dib waved good-bye and made his way back indoors. At the entrance, he was met by Merci, glaring.
"What was that all about?" he asked, his voice sharp like knives.
"That girl over there," Dib pointed out. "She was caught up in some trouble and I helped her out, that's all."
"Is that really 'just all'?" Merci seethed. "It looked like you were hitting on her, if you ask me."
Dib pressed his lips into a hard line and leaned down to Merci's height. "Good thing I didn't ask you." Merci's mouth hung open. "Now if you excuse me, I'm going to practice. I will be in the auditorium if you need me."
Dib walked back towards the auditorium and went inside. He took in the glorious stage and fresh smell of the grand hall. Strutting his stuff, Dib walked up to grand piano on the stage and took a seat, his fingers scanning over the keys. He cleared his throat and began playing.
"Robert's got a quick hand.
He'll look around the room; he won't tell you his plan.
He's got a rolled cigarette,
Hanging out of his mouth, he's a cowboy kid.
Yeah, he found a six shooter gun.
In his dad's closet of fun things,
And I don't even know what.
But's he's coming for you,
Yeah he's coming for you.
'All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You better run, better run, outrun my gun.'
'All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You better run, better run, faster than my bullet.'
'All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You better run, better run, outrun my gun.'
'All the other kids with the pumped kicks,
You better run, better run, faster than my bullet'."
A soft smile crawled upon Dib's face, but was interrupted with the sound of clapping from the second row. Dib raised an eyebrow. "Who's out there? Who are you?"
"Not bad, Kiddo," the student mocked. "Not bad at all, but check out this…" The student hopped up from his seat and made his way up to the stage. He took a seat at the piano, replacing Dib and smirked.
"Now, lemme so you how it's done."
"Just shoot for the stars,
If it feels right, then aim for my heart.
If you feel like and take me away,
And make it okay, I swear I'll behave.
You wanted control,
So we waited; I put on a show,
Now I make it.
You say I'm a kid; my ego is big.
I don't give a shit.
And it goes like this:
Take me by the tongue and I'll know you.
Kiss me 'till your drunk and I'll show you,
All the move like Jagger; I've got the moves like Jagger.
I've got the moves like Jagger!
I don't need to try to control you,
Look into my eyes and I'll own you.
With them moves like Jagger.
I've got the moves like Jagger; I've got the moves like Jagger."
"And that, my dear child, is how it's done." The student, who shared a strong resemblance to Dib himself, smirked. His hand movements on the keys were undoubtedly the best Dib's seen; even better than his own!
The voice of someone hollering came from the theatre seats. They rushed up onto the stage and tackled the other student with all their might, which wasn't much. Shocked, Dib realized it was Madison, the girl he met earlier.
"Oh honey! That was so super sexy awesome!" She burrowed her head into the student's chest and hugged him tightly. "I'm so glad I was able to hear you play this morning!"
"… 'Honey'?" Dib repeated, confused.
The student smiled and held out a hand. "The name's Danny Smith; I'm Madison's boyfriend." The two shook hands, but Dib was focused on something more… intriguing. Danny also had one brown eye and one green.
"Don't mind me asking, but your guys' eyes… they're… quite, er, interesting…" Dib said awkwardly.
Madison and Danny let out a hardy laugh together. "I bet you're wondering how a shy little one like me got such a hottie like him, am I right?"
"Five years ago, Madison and I were involved in a fatal car accident with a drunken man during the Christmas holidays. Of course, we didn't know each other. Most of our family members got off scot-free, but we were both flung, even though we were wearing our seatbelts, out of our cars and hit with his car door. My eyes are naturally brown, but one was crushed, so they found my donor right away and that would be Madison. However, one of her eyes was also crushed, but the doctors found out we have similar regenerative genes and if we swapped eyes, they'd become functional again. We never really met each other though and only heard each other's voices since we shared a room at the hospital. When it was time for our discharge, we promised that if we met again, we would be bound. I left before her though, so I grew concerned. And then… we found each other last year. We were in love before we even saw each other; just staying up all night, listening to the stories we shared was enough."
Tears swelled up in Dib's eyes at the heart wrenching story. He quickly wiped them away with his sleeve, though. "That's wonderful how you found each other again."
"Yeah," Madison said softly. "It's been a wild ride ever since."
"That's good. It's always good to have someone to depend on. I wish someday I could be as happy as you two, I mean, you have to admit, chicks are all over this body." Dib stated jokingly. The other two laughed along side with him.
After another few minutes of exchanges, the three spit their own ways, Dib returning back to the dorms. He smiled all the way there, waving to other students and chatting up with the random stranger. Black was seated underneath a tree, reading a novel with glasses placed smartly on his face. Dib slowly approached him and sat beside him.
"So… what are you reading?" Dib asked.
"A Prayer for Owen Meany," Black muttered. "It's a family classic of mine."
"Hey, have you seen Merci? He was acting pissy this morning," Dib spat.
"He told me that he had a really bad headache an hour ago, so I came out here and started reading. What's with the 20 questions?"
"I know we just met and all, but I seem to be getting a lot of back stories today, so why not join them? When I asked you if you were from England, you ignored me and left. What's the deal?"
"And the game continues." Black hesitated thoughtfully. After much thought, he pulled his glasses off and sighed, setting his book down. "My real name Is Jack Reynolds and I was born in London, England January 3, 1993. My life was perfect; rich family, real friends, nice school and home life, but something was missing. I felt a hole inside me, though. So, I convinced my family to let me study abroad here in America. I arrived my freshman year here in Chicago. And then that is how I ended up here… in this exact spot."
Dib raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you, um, missing some? Like, I don't know, 2 years?"
Black looked at him sternly. "No."
"Ah, well, that's… special." Dib rolled his eyes mockingly.
"And you?" Black questioned his friend. "What's your story?"
Dib froze up at the thought, his eyes glazing over. Memories of his dad's decommission of him, the school play, and how the death of his piano teacher caused him a sudden realization in life. Black too notice to Dib's absent soul and told him to just forget what he asked. Many people have said things about Black, but no one really has noticed his compassion, although it never really showed through.
Dib snapped back to his body and left without another word, leaving Black in the dark (Hahaha, very funny pun *rolls eyes* -Love, Aura). He sulked back to the dorms, walking up the stairwell. However, another person happened to be walking down at the same time, their walking path becoming ditsy. Neither one of them was aware of the other, but it was definitely a good thing Dib was there.
All of a sudden, the person collapsed and tripped, tumbling down the stairs and onto Dib, knocking him onto the floor platform. Dazed, Dib tried to push them off, but ended up pushing their hat off instead. Out came the long auburn hair. His eyes widened at his beyond shocking discovery.
"MERCI! YOU'RE A FUCKING GIRL!"
Aurthor's Notes: Yes, back stories. You know they needed to happen... and plot twists. Ahhh, twists, you're so awesome to write (and read). Now this story's gonna go faster along in pace with more action and hurt. So, like always, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and this story still, and have a good day!
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