Catharine: thanks for the advice. I realize that switching pov's as much as I do
can be confusing, and I'll be trying not to use any new ones for the rest of the
story…this story is an experiment for me more than anything else, so it's good
to know what people think. As for the Kat/Duncan thing…it seems right now
that they're unevenly matched power-wise, but there are some things you
haven't seen yet. Also, remember that Duncan, being wiser than Kat, knows
better than to show off whatever powers he may have, and Kat does not. And as
another general explanation and note: I love to toss things up and turn worlds
upside-down. (In case any of you hadn't figured that out yet…hehe.) So
sometimes the characters will get turned on their heads…
SouthernChickie: two words for you on the subject of New Girl In Town:
Generation Divide. *hint hint* I really like that story!
* * *
~third person~
Duncan walked swiftly toward the general area in which he thought he had seen
Kat land. Just as he was wondering how exactly he was going to find her, a
furry black-and-grey shape trotted towards him through the trees – Millie,
smeared copiously with soot.
"This way," she informed him, knowing instinctively who he was looking for,
even though she hadn't heard his conversation with Amy. Duncan followed her
for a few hundred feet, until she came to a stop in front of him and said, "Here."
Duncan crouched down beside Kat's limp form. She wasn't dead, he noted,
just unconscious. He carefully picked her up and started back toward the scene
he had left moments before, more slowly now due to the added weight of Kat.
Her head lolled back at an awkward angle as Duncan walked, and it looked to
him as though she had a broken arm. He wasn't surprised – she'd probably had
a very hard landing. He noticed she was also still drooling blood.
Arriving back at the spot he had left Amy, he stopped short and nearly dropped
Kat at the sight that awaited him: Amy standing, reaching down, and helping a
very conscious Alex to do the same. Duncan couldn't stop his mouth from
gaping like a fish on a beach – he had been positive Alex was dead. In fact, she
*had* been dead, he was sure of it. She'd had no pulse. Therefore she was dead.
But he couldn't deny the fact that she was now standing in front of him, and
looking at the girl in his arms with some concern.
"Kat?" she asked, then looked at Duncan. "Who are you? What happened to
her? Is she alive? What's going on?"
He blinked, sorting out the rush of questions.
"She's alive," was the first thing he said, figuring it was the most important to
Alex. "She's just been knocked out. She'll come around in a while."
Alex breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thank goodness," she said.
The question, Duncan thought as he watched her, is why are you alive?
"I'm Duncan," he told Alex, realizing that his question was irrelevant to the
issues at hand. He would be grateful Alex was alive for now, and leave it at that
until he had more time. "And we really have to get out of here," he added,
hearing the first distant notes of sirens.
"Ok," said Alex, and Amy nodded. Duncan led the way out of the woods
toward the road, on the side he figured the fire trucks wouldn't be coming from.
The two dazed girls came after him, and Millie brought up the rear of the little
party with her tail held at a jaunty angle, like a cheerful furry flag. The two
oldest members of the party felt a distant, but definite, sense of relief. They
knew that although things were far from over, the worst was behind them.
* * *
~a little earlier~
Nick slammed on his brakes when he heard the explosion, sending his mountain
bike into a screeching slide and leaving black rubber streaks on the paved road.
He immediately turned around and pedaled back the way he had come at a
furious pace, forgetting the fatigue that had been starting to creep up on him.
What on earth had just blown up? He glanced up from the road as he went, but
couldn't see anything at all with the number of trees around him. After about
five minutes, he started to see wisps of smoke in the sky, barely noticeable at
first, then gradually getting thicker and darker. By that point he could smell it,
and after a few more minutes he suddenly saw the flames, and was startled to
realize they were coming form that warehouse he had passed not fifteen minutes
before the explosion.
With another 30 seconds or so of mad pedaling, Nick and his bike reached the
entrance to the building's parking lot just as he started to hear sirens in the
distance, over the now deafening roar of the flames. He stood still for a moment
and watched with his mouth open as glass burst, metal bent and creaked, and
smoke billowed as the ravenous flames consumed the warehouse.
He didn't know how long he stayed there, just staring in awe-struck
amazement at the spectacle before him, but the next thing he knew, huge fire
trucks were pulling past him. Men in fire-fighting suits jumped off and behind
unrolling long hoses from the trucks, and then a police car pulled in, finally
distracting Nick from the actions of the fire-fighters. Two officers got out, and
while one headed toward the red trucks, the other made her way toward Nick.
She introduced herself as officer Parsons, and proceeded to question Nick as to
his identity, why he was there, what had happened, where he was from, who he
was with, and so many other questions that Nick quickly lost track. She finally
told him that he would have to come back to the station with them, and it was
then that he realized he was an arson suspect.
can be confusing, and I'll be trying not to use any new ones for the rest of the
story…this story is an experiment for me more than anything else, so it's good
to know what people think. As for the Kat/Duncan thing…it seems right now
that they're unevenly matched power-wise, but there are some things you
haven't seen yet. Also, remember that Duncan, being wiser than Kat, knows
better than to show off whatever powers he may have, and Kat does not. And as
another general explanation and note: I love to toss things up and turn worlds
upside-down. (In case any of you hadn't figured that out yet…hehe.) So
sometimes the characters will get turned on their heads…
SouthernChickie: two words for you on the subject of New Girl In Town:
Generation Divide. *hint hint* I really like that story!
* * *
~third person~
Duncan walked swiftly toward the general area in which he thought he had seen
Kat land. Just as he was wondering how exactly he was going to find her, a
furry black-and-grey shape trotted towards him through the trees – Millie,
smeared copiously with soot.
"This way," she informed him, knowing instinctively who he was looking for,
even though she hadn't heard his conversation with Amy. Duncan followed her
for a few hundred feet, until she came to a stop in front of him and said, "Here."
Duncan crouched down beside Kat's limp form. She wasn't dead, he noted,
just unconscious. He carefully picked her up and started back toward the scene
he had left moments before, more slowly now due to the added weight of Kat.
Her head lolled back at an awkward angle as Duncan walked, and it looked to
him as though she had a broken arm. He wasn't surprised – she'd probably had
a very hard landing. He noticed she was also still drooling blood.
Arriving back at the spot he had left Amy, he stopped short and nearly dropped
Kat at the sight that awaited him: Amy standing, reaching down, and helping a
very conscious Alex to do the same. Duncan couldn't stop his mouth from
gaping like a fish on a beach – he had been positive Alex was dead. In fact, she
*had* been dead, he was sure of it. She'd had no pulse. Therefore she was dead.
But he couldn't deny the fact that she was now standing in front of him, and
looking at the girl in his arms with some concern.
"Kat?" she asked, then looked at Duncan. "Who are you? What happened to
her? Is she alive? What's going on?"
He blinked, sorting out the rush of questions.
"She's alive," was the first thing he said, figuring it was the most important to
Alex. "She's just been knocked out. She'll come around in a while."
Alex breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thank goodness," she said.
The question, Duncan thought as he watched her, is why are you alive?
"I'm Duncan," he told Alex, realizing that his question was irrelevant to the
issues at hand. He would be grateful Alex was alive for now, and leave it at that
until he had more time. "And we really have to get out of here," he added,
hearing the first distant notes of sirens.
"Ok," said Alex, and Amy nodded. Duncan led the way out of the woods
toward the road, on the side he figured the fire trucks wouldn't be coming from.
The two dazed girls came after him, and Millie brought up the rear of the little
party with her tail held at a jaunty angle, like a cheerful furry flag. The two
oldest members of the party felt a distant, but definite, sense of relief. They
knew that although things were far from over, the worst was behind them.
* * *
~a little earlier~
Nick slammed on his brakes when he heard the explosion, sending his mountain
bike into a screeching slide and leaving black rubber streaks on the paved road.
He immediately turned around and pedaled back the way he had come at a
furious pace, forgetting the fatigue that had been starting to creep up on him.
What on earth had just blown up? He glanced up from the road as he went, but
couldn't see anything at all with the number of trees around him. After about
five minutes, he started to see wisps of smoke in the sky, barely noticeable at
first, then gradually getting thicker and darker. By that point he could smell it,
and after a few more minutes he suddenly saw the flames, and was startled to
realize they were coming form that warehouse he had passed not fifteen minutes
before the explosion.
With another 30 seconds or so of mad pedaling, Nick and his bike reached the
entrance to the building's parking lot just as he started to hear sirens in the
distance, over the now deafening roar of the flames. He stood still for a moment
and watched with his mouth open as glass burst, metal bent and creaked, and
smoke billowed as the ravenous flames consumed the warehouse.
He didn't know how long he stayed there, just staring in awe-struck
amazement at the spectacle before him, but the next thing he knew, huge fire
trucks were pulling past him. Men in fire-fighting suits jumped off and behind
unrolling long hoses from the trucks, and then a police car pulled in, finally
distracting Nick from the actions of the fire-fighters. Two officers got out, and
while one headed toward the red trucks, the other made her way toward Nick.
She introduced herself as officer Parsons, and proceeded to question Nick as to
his identity, why he was there, what had happened, where he was from, who he
was with, and so many other questions that Nick quickly lost track. She finally
told him that he would have to come back to the station with them, and it was
then that he realized he was an arson suspect.