The wire was uncovered. Vanessa has less than three seconds to get to the boy before he picks it up, and it wasn't nearly enough time before-
His hand closes around bright copper. A spark, and his body stiffens, unable to let go from the current playing havoc on his muscles; he's twitching, his green hair beginning to singe at the ends, his limbs jerking with misplaced energy, before the older girl rips the wires from his hand and yanks him close.
And Ferb is shaking, his breathing stuttering, stopping, gasping, because his diaphragm can't handle the electricity that's been pumped through it, and wide brown eyes stare at her, just as they did years ago, with the pleading look of help me, help me please. And Vanessa curses herself for being unable to help, just like she was back then, when the same eyes gazed at her from under younger lashes, his body still small and helpless from the veritable torture Brandt put him through. And only for a single thrill that complete power over a child's life brought. She hoped he was glad he had been discharged, or she would have killed him by now.
Ferb himself is paying no attention to the girl with her arms around him, lost in memories; of screaming, over and over, for his mother to help him, or just to make noise, to show defiance, and every time feeling the current race through his body again and again, each time stressing his heart until he was sure it would stop, nearly praying it would.
It's a frightening thing, being a six-year-old with a death wish.
His nerves are screaming at the entry and exit points, his right hand and left ankle, the burns a semi-familiar ache now as it all floods back to him. He can remember, now, the lonely nights, silently crying under the pale light of the moon in his cell, trying to clean his raw skin with shaking hands and a torn sheet-corner soaked in dusty water. Those were the first times that he found himself unable to speak, the first times he didn't scream, because he couldn't- because even if his brain knew that the wires were gone, that Brandt was gone, his voice was still hiding, still afraid of the pain speech would bring.
So he suffers in silence, yet again; but now, he has Vanessa to pull him close, holding him like she was afraid he would dissappear. And he can hug her back, thanking her without words once again.
HALLO THAR
I wrote this on excessive amounts of caffiene. So if it makes no sense at all, blame the chemicals. Ferb is a very interesting case, and I think I'll need to do a few follow-up chapters just to clear a few things up a bit. His mother was English, the police were chasing her for some... Unspecified... Reason... (Doesn't really know) And so she moves to America, where for whatever reason the police get a competence upgrade and catch her, taking her four-year-old son. Who then puts up a HUGE fuss in the foster home he was put in, screaming every time he was touched, blah blah blah... Bastard ex-department head Brandt decides to electrocute him, but he doesn't want to f*** with the budget and upgrade the technology they've had since the Civil War; why do that? And so he gets shocked into silence and submission by a power-crazed douchebag of epic proportions. I hope that made sense.
MAIL TIME.
CorieChan:
AHHH THANK YOU. I love how everyone is so accepting of this; I thought I'd get flamed out of existence, honestly. XD The characters I'm trying to keep at their same spiritual essence, but having gone through horrible experiences instead of amazing ones. It's a little difficult, but rewarding. :) Irving may be a pain in-show sometimes, but I think at heart he's just a lonely little kid; I used to obsess over my friends like that (Okay, mostly in my head and never to that degree) when I was SEVERELY depressed and lonely in middle school. I feel for him, and it comes out.
I really don't know what you're talking about. Granted, I haven't seen many newer episodes- we moved and our cable is f***ed up. So yeah. I just always picture him as a doctor, I don't know why. I guess because Candace always assumes she and Jeremy will have the "perfect life" together- I come from a family of doctors, and that's basically the highest-end practical fantasy job you get. And he does seem like a very caring and helpful guy. Keep with the wild mass guessing, though; it stimulates the brain!
-S.O.D.
DarkChao1663:
D'awww. Poor little druggie. :P I'm really anti-medication, in case this fic doesn't hit that home. My meds made me miserable for years. I know plenty of people need them to function, but to me they've done basically nothing but make my life a living hell.
This fic is very fun to write. I can only hope it's just as much fun to read. :)
-S.O.D.
EmperorDoof:
YOU'D BETTER MISSY *angry eyes*. XD
She does, sort of, but again, I was really mean to her. *sweatdrops* But Phineas would just generally NOT function in that environment, with the combination of his disorder and his personality. And I have personal vendetta against drugs, so that explains the negativity there...
I was hoping that would get people. I'm doing my best to convey a massive amount of emotion in here, and most of it is stuff I've felt. THANK YOU for the complements! :D
-S.O.D.
digigirl02:
Don't you, though? I always get a mental image of him, reaching up to a window, singing "Green Finch and Linnet Bird" in his little-boy tenor voice... *sobs quietly* Maybe I'll write that. Maybe I won't. Who knows?
-S.O.D.
Dearest Milord (I got started like this, SO not stopping now XD)
NOOOOOOOOO (ducks under rock)
Yeahhhh, the 3am thing was a bit of an isolated incident, though. I fell asleep at nine (early for me) and woke up at three. This was one of those days when my internet decided to randomly stop working on me... So I checked it again, and BEHOLD! It was up, and so I spent about an hour editing and stuff before I posted at, like, 3:40. And when I woke back up at 6, I felt like shit. PSSST- totally not east coast. SORRY. *cough*MIDWEST*cough*
*hit with 2x4 for violating rules of teh interwebz*
And I agree, school sucks. It does. *nodnod*.
Aaanywho, Perry really isn't that bad... But he still has to go through the board of directors, with their rule-mongering and beauracratic bullshit, and it used to be, when he was just a normal doctor, that he worked under Dr. Brandt- who I will eventually cover, but suffice to say, I CREATED him and I want to toss him out of a window. Power corrupts, it seems. I'll go over that in a few chapters. :)
I think that Phineas is a kid who thrives on freedom and independence and creativity; deprived of them, he would slowly drive himself insane, like a starving man who tries to eat his own arm. :P I don't know. It's late. I'm tired. You know, in my weird AU-meets-NormalPnF... thinghie, he does this mind-bonding thing with his other self, and they exchange memories... NormalPhineas breaks it off because he can't handle that much trauma packed into, like, ten minutes of memories, and he's bawling his eyes out even practically unconscious. I'm strange. I don't know why I publish this weird shit on here. OH WAIT. BECAUSE THERE WILL ALWAYS BE WEIRDER SHIT.
Yes, Isabella's life sucks too. Everyone's life sucks. That's half the joy of it. Schadenfreude, much? :P Badass company, it is, then. :D
YOU WILL NOT HAVE TO WAIT MUCH LONGER. FOR HERE I AM. And your prompts are amazing, SRSLY.
-S.O.D.
AHHHHH YAY. GOODNIGHT EVERYBODY. I FEEL BAD FOR TREMENDOUS AN'S BUT I NEED TO TELL MY REVIEWERS HOW MUCH I LOVE THEM. REVIEW IF YOU WANT A LETTER OR HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THEM. CONCRIT WILL BE APPRECIATED. I LIKE MY CAPSLOCK.
Night!