Hey, I told you I had something up my sleeve...I didn't ? Hmm... Ok, then I'll say it . "I have something up my sleeve for this chapter, and I think you're gonna like it". REVIEW!!!!
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She came back through the door and nearly died.
"Yaahhh!" che cried, grabbing onto the doorframe for dear life. She had to, because when she saw what the alternative was, she nearly had a heart attack.
There was nothing before or below he except vast, empty space. Doors moved on tracks here and there, but the ground lay perhaps hundreds of miles below her.
"Shit," she said bleakly. Then she rememberd. She had wings; why not try flying?
It was worth a shot and she couldn't stay here forever. She took the bag off her back and cllutched it in her arms, staying half in and half out of the now-useless door. The power was off, and her leg hit the stacks of doors behind her.
She gave her wings a few experimental flaps, testing to see how strong and how fast she could go. When she felt like she had it under control, she took a deep breath and flung herself over the edge.
"Aaaaahhhhh!!!!!" she screamed. Her breath was being taken away from her as she fell and she swore he heart stopped.
Flap your wings, you moron!!
Oh. Right. She had wings.
She spread them and immediately, slowing her fall. She flapped them a few times, strong and hard, pumping them as fast as she could, and she stopped falling alltogether.
"Imagine that," she said airily, as if one commenting on the weather and not one who had just plummeted hundreds of feet without knowing if they could fly or not.
She hovered for a moment, clutching her bag in a death grip, then decided she didn't know how to steer or go forward. This was not good.
She swallowed and leaned forward slightly, flapping her wings like she normally did when she wanted to hug herself with them, around and up and down, around and up and down. Amazingly, she went forward!
"Sweet!" she cried.
She didn't know which way she was going, or where, but this was exhilerating! She didn't have to walk anymore! If she had known she could fly, she would never have been late for work.
Now if she could just figure out how to land.
The thought cheered her up so much that she burst out laughing. This was great!
She tried twisting her body around sideways, as if she were swimming, and amazingly, she did a 360 in midair, so her wings were sideways. The world tilted crazily and she decided not to do that again.
She flew for awhile, reveling in the pure, unadulterated joy of it, when she saw the door far, far below.
She decided to dive.
She did a flip in midair and swept her wings straight back, letting herself fall like a stone. Very soon and very very fast, the world became one big blur and all she could see were the doors in her way and her objective; the ground.
She saw it before she could dodge. A door freshly called sped out of it's resting place and knocked her out of the air with an almighty crash.
"Ah!" she cried, feeling something snap.
She fell the remaining 10 feet very ungracefully, landing in a heap on the ground. Below her she felt glass break in her bag. One of her pictures had broke. One thought broke the murk before she blacked out.
Damn you, Mikey and Sulley.
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Strange dreams... loud, echoing noises... blurry shapes and colors... a loud CRACK...
She awoke with a jolt, as if someone had flipped a switch in her brain, and she realized she was in some sort of monster doctor's office. She lay on a bed on her stomach, cool crisp sheets beneath her, fluorecent lights above.
"Take it easy, you," said a sharp male voice, and she craned her neck as far back as it would go and saw a monster doctor with smaller wings than she, yellow mottled skin and a white jacket on. He had kind blue eyes and a scruff of tufty looking fur around his neck and shoulders.
"You broke your wing, you foolish girl. What were you thinking, flying around a door vault? It won't be the same, you know," he lectured her sternly, but his hands were gentle enough. He was wrapping a sort of splint around the edge of her left wing. She looked back and saw with some relief that it was on the longest membrane, right near the end. She couldn't curl it anymore.
"What about insurance?" she asked groggily. She must be drugged.
"None. This is minor, but you have a few bruises and contusions. You should call out of work for the next week at least. Where do you work?" He was making idle conversation.
"Brock's butchery... I cut the meat," she grunted as he hit a particularly painfull spot. Damn stupid door vault.
"Have you ever flown before?" he asked incredulously.
"No," she said, figuring she may as well tell the truth. She didn't have the muscle mass for a regular flyer.
"You should start more; you need to build up these muscles before you can avoid thing slike doors," he said grimly, although she detected a hint of amusement in it.
"Fine," she said wearily, and she relaxed and let him finish her wing.
"What's your name? We didn't find any ID on you," he asked.
"Oh, man, my stuff? Did you get it?" she asked, remembering her bag full of clothes and pictures. Her camera!!!! What about her camera!!
"Hold still!" Your things are all fine, but one of your pciture frames broke. You're lucky nothing else was broken. You're also lucky I and my staff never ask a lot fo questions. Like why you were in a door vault alone anyway," the doctor chuckled.
"My camera??" she intoned.
"Is fine," said the doctor, and he placed one large hand squarely in the middle of her back and forced her to lay still.
"I'm almost finished. Then you can go," he said gently.
She could scream.
When he was finished with her wing, feeling along the joints and making sure there wasn't anything else wrong, he let her sit up.
She winced as her head spun and her world tilted lazily. Her stomach hurt, her legs hurt, her muscles felt wobbly. Especially the muscles in her sides and down her hips to her ankles.
"You may feel a bit dizzy, but it's normal for a little vertigo after flying. I'm going to write you a doctor's note excusing you from work for a week so you can heal. And no flying until I say so. My name is Dr. Evan Cuthbert. I've been appointed your regular care physician. Is that alright?" he asked. He went and sat at a desk and began writing on a scrap of paper.
"Sure. My name is Magda Emily Britain," she said quietly, still wondering how on earth she was going to get back to her apartment when she didn't think she could stand.
Grr, she would get those two back if it was the last thing she did!
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She's talking about Mike and Sulley there at the end.
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