WOW! Chapter ten! *looks at her puny number of reviews* WHO CARES! If you
write it.they will come.
EXREME CLOSE UP! Wooowoowoo!
Ahem. sorry.
About FACE!
(_(_(_(_(_Charlotte's POV)_)_)_)_)_)
"Charlotte!" The frantic whisper woke me up. I tiptoed to the door, fully expecting to see Dutchy shaggy head. Oh. It's Jack.
"What in the hell do you want?" I began. Looking over my shoulder at the clock, "It's three in the morning!" He made the mistake of grabbing my bare hand, and then it happened.
Everything that ever happened to him, I saw. Every pain he suffered, I felt. I saw creation and destruction several times before the creator eventually got it right. And then, in a second's breadth, it stopped. I forced myself back from him, gasping with the effort it had taken to force him from my head. He stared at the ground as I began to remember what I had read about supreme beings and their births.
"And thou shalt now arise from death and become something more, for thy deeds are selfless, yet thy time hath stopped," I began reciting the baptismal decree, Jack joined in, "for only he who shalt parish in thine committing of an act worthy of supremacy, shall be brought up from the ashes," I peered at him and he stared back apologetically. Jack reached to steady her and she backed away from him.
"I. I'm sorry, I forgot," he mumbled. I turned away from him, walking to my nightstand and tugging on a pair of black arm warmers. I then walked back to Jack, and for some reason, I held my arm out; like an offering to him. He took my wool-laden appendage and led me down to the dining room. I wasn't actually sure why I followed him. But hey, he's a supreme being. He can't be all bad.
We walked, stopping in the dining room. He placed me at one end of the table and walked to the other.
"You cant control it can ya?" Don't ask me how I knew exactly what he was talking about. I nodded dumbly.
"I can teach you," he whispered in his slightly distorted, cocky, English tone.
"I killed him," I whispered. I haven't the slightest idea why I'm telling he this, but I feel that he should know.
"I know," was the simple reply. He couldn't keep his arrogance out of his voice, but if he was going to teach me, I was going to let him.
"First, I'm going to show you how to keep intruders out," Spot will kill me for this.
"Charlotte, Spot wont figure it out for at least a few months," I looked up and there he stands, tapping his temple.
"Alright, now I'm going to sneak my way into your thoughts and you're going to force me out," he reported. I felt something, like a whisper you couldn't exactly decipher, or a breeze you didn't really know if you'd felt or not. It was Jack.
"Focus," he commanded aloud. I imagined a nuclear bomb going off and sending out waves like ripples on a pond. Then the whispery feeling was gone.
"Good," He nodded, "Now you need to learn to be quieter when entering peoples heads," Me? Loud? Since when?
"Since now," he was in my head again, I hadn't even noticed him there. Sneaky little bastard.
"That's my point, dear. You sound like your crashing around in a person's head. Sure these novices might not notice you, but anyone with even pathetic psychic training'll be able to hear you," I glared at him. Who does he think he is?
Suddenly a pain shot into my head so sharp I thought my forehead would split. I let out a cry of pain and dropped to my knees. And then it stopped. I looked up a Jack, my eyes wide and wet. His face was clear of any emotion.
"I hate you," I whispered. He nodded.
"Now this time, don't just fall over. Try and block it out," I stood shakily. This time I felt it coming on; like a tidal wave. I tried desperately to block all of it out, to just make it go away. And it worked.
"Good. But I'll remind you, it wont always be that easy," Easy?
"Now you can sense the pain because you can feel it. But can you sense me if I try to sneak in there and read your thoughts?" he was suddenly standing next to me, placing a pointer finger to both my temples. I nodded and then silenced everything. I stood like a board wearing pajamas. Nothing moved, and no noise was made. I thought I heard that faint whispery sound and thought I'd show him. With all the force I had for the moment, I forced him, bodily, out of my head. He flew to the floor and I couldn't help looking quite pleased with myself.
"Good," he muttered, clambering to his feet, "We'll continue tomorrow," he walked off and I mentally smacked his butt. He whirled around and I gazed at him innocently.
"What?" He shook his head and walked off.
(_(_(_(_(_(_Jack's POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)
That girl is a trip.
I walked up to my room relishing in her sudden playfulness. And then, unfortunately, reality set in. Spot knows me. He's never let me have her. Opening the door, I peered around the room I'd been granted. Everything was geometrical and black or silver. I suppose it suited me. That Blink guy can tell lots about people, though I'm not sure why. He's just a mere Cyclops.
And Dutchy, he's madly in love with Charlotte and everyone sees it but her and him. He's a really smart guy though. When it comes to creatures of the supernatural genre, he knows his shit.
Spot is just as stubborn as he was when I met him. He was running away. He wont let me tell anyone the story of why he's here, but then again, they'll figure it out sooner or later with or without my help.
I don't really have an opinion of the vampires yet. The shorter and thinner of the two, Joe I think, keeps mostly to himself, but I think he'd open up to Charlie if she asked. The taller and more muscular one is just like Spot. He doesn't trust anyone, including himself.
And then, there's the humans: Racetrack doesn't know half of the power that amulet harnesses. He has no idea what he can do now that he mandates his changes. But I suppose that's for the best; Specs is different. He's almost like Dutchy in his knowledge, but it's all very logical. If you cant see it, it isn't there. Well, screw that philosophy. I can make myself invisible; And then there's Pie Eater. There's some sort of connection between he and Blink, but I cant really sense what it is.
Ten freaks, all picked to live in a house; work together and show what happens when supernatural creatures stop being polite and get real. The real world, Hell. I laughed myself to sleep.
(_(_(_(_(_(_(_Spot's POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)
By the time I got down to breakfast, everyone else was already there. Charlotte looked ready to pass out in the middle of her fruit salad. Good. Perhaps she spent the evening agonizing about how to apologize to me. Hmph.
"Pass the bacon, will you?" I looked up and realized the voice was Jack's, and judging by the position of the bacon, he was talking to me. I passed it and got some scrambled eggs for myself.
"How did everyone sleep?" Joe questioned. The only reason either of them are here is because there are no windows in the dining room. Vampires need only one thing to survive. They may eat for pleasure, but they really don't need it.
"Good," Jack replied brightly. I noticed Charlotte glaring at him.
"It was nice," Race murmured.
"Yes. I'm sure it was nice once Dutchy quit telling you fairy tales," I saw Dutchy's cheeks burn and Race's eyes narrowed.
"They weren't fairy tales," he countered. Yeah, kid, sure they weren't.
"Oh shut up and eat," This was Charlie. I opened my mouth to speak again, only to have a watermelon cube shoot over my head.
"Oh its on now," I gave that deadly whisper I'm so good at. And without warning, the entire table erupted into our first ever food fight. Jack and Charlotte were cheating, putting up shields to keep themselves clean. Blink and Pie Eater were hiding under the table, and I stood atop it, dodging the occasional flapjack.
Mike sat in his chair, still daintily sipping from his goblet. I couldn't resist the urge and flung a bowl of syrup all over him. He let out a roar and then we really launched into it. Food was flying every-where and no one, well, except Charlie and Jack, was clean. Finally, when our entire breakfast had been broken down too small to throw, we stopped, sat, and laughed. I think that's the longest anyone in this house has gotten along.
"I'll do it," I mumbled, rubbing my hands together and then snapping my fingers. All the mess disappeared, except for Mike's syrup. I couldn't resist.
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WEE!
Shout ins-
Falco- Wee! Well.I'm not actually sure on that one. I was kind of thinking about the actual Scooby gang. That's just me. And y'know what, I'm going to add Spike in here somewhere, just for you. Phoenix- Spike!Muse, get off your lazy bum y'lousy wanker! Be nice to your creater!
Megabee- Monty Python is the best of Brit Com. There is no alternative! Yes, we're movin' as fast as I can manage, but I've got vacation coming up and, well, blah.
Sung- Damn. That's a toughy.could it be Spot perhaps? But don't worry, we're ALL obsessed with someone, for me its Dutchy. But then again, that's me. And I'm crazy.
Sureshot- Definitely. Thank you SO much for reviewing. You and everyone else have got to know how cool it is to hear what people think about my stuff. I need it, it fuels my wicked-cool imagination.
Race- Ah! Y'heah dat! She cahahs about me!
Phoenix- We all do. Now be quiet and stop interrupting my Shout Ins.
Race- Aight. *trots back to work on his spaghetti sauce*
EXREME CLOSE UP! Wooowoowoo!
Ahem. sorry.
About FACE!
(_(_(_(_(_Charlotte's POV)_)_)_)_)_)
"Charlotte!" The frantic whisper woke me up. I tiptoed to the door, fully expecting to see Dutchy shaggy head. Oh. It's Jack.
"What in the hell do you want?" I began. Looking over my shoulder at the clock, "It's three in the morning!" He made the mistake of grabbing my bare hand, and then it happened.
Everything that ever happened to him, I saw. Every pain he suffered, I felt. I saw creation and destruction several times before the creator eventually got it right. And then, in a second's breadth, it stopped. I forced myself back from him, gasping with the effort it had taken to force him from my head. He stared at the ground as I began to remember what I had read about supreme beings and their births.
"And thou shalt now arise from death and become something more, for thy deeds are selfless, yet thy time hath stopped," I began reciting the baptismal decree, Jack joined in, "for only he who shalt parish in thine committing of an act worthy of supremacy, shall be brought up from the ashes," I peered at him and he stared back apologetically. Jack reached to steady her and she backed away from him.
"I. I'm sorry, I forgot," he mumbled. I turned away from him, walking to my nightstand and tugging on a pair of black arm warmers. I then walked back to Jack, and for some reason, I held my arm out; like an offering to him. He took my wool-laden appendage and led me down to the dining room. I wasn't actually sure why I followed him. But hey, he's a supreme being. He can't be all bad.
We walked, stopping in the dining room. He placed me at one end of the table and walked to the other.
"You cant control it can ya?" Don't ask me how I knew exactly what he was talking about. I nodded dumbly.
"I can teach you," he whispered in his slightly distorted, cocky, English tone.
"I killed him," I whispered. I haven't the slightest idea why I'm telling he this, but I feel that he should know.
"I know," was the simple reply. He couldn't keep his arrogance out of his voice, but if he was going to teach me, I was going to let him.
"First, I'm going to show you how to keep intruders out," Spot will kill me for this.
"Charlotte, Spot wont figure it out for at least a few months," I looked up and there he stands, tapping his temple.
"Alright, now I'm going to sneak my way into your thoughts and you're going to force me out," he reported. I felt something, like a whisper you couldn't exactly decipher, or a breeze you didn't really know if you'd felt or not. It was Jack.
"Focus," he commanded aloud. I imagined a nuclear bomb going off and sending out waves like ripples on a pond. Then the whispery feeling was gone.
"Good," He nodded, "Now you need to learn to be quieter when entering peoples heads," Me? Loud? Since when?
"Since now," he was in my head again, I hadn't even noticed him there. Sneaky little bastard.
"That's my point, dear. You sound like your crashing around in a person's head. Sure these novices might not notice you, but anyone with even pathetic psychic training'll be able to hear you," I glared at him. Who does he think he is?
Suddenly a pain shot into my head so sharp I thought my forehead would split. I let out a cry of pain and dropped to my knees. And then it stopped. I looked up a Jack, my eyes wide and wet. His face was clear of any emotion.
"I hate you," I whispered. He nodded.
"Now this time, don't just fall over. Try and block it out," I stood shakily. This time I felt it coming on; like a tidal wave. I tried desperately to block all of it out, to just make it go away. And it worked.
"Good. But I'll remind you, it wont always be that easy," Easy?
"Now you can sense the pain because you can feel it. But can you sense me if I try to sneak in there and read your thoughts?" he was suddenly standing next to me, placing a pointer finger to both my temples. I nodded and then silenced everything. I stood like a board wearing pajamas. Nothing moved, and no noise was made. I thought I heard that faint whispery sound and thought I'd show him. With all the force I had for the moment, I forced him, bodily, out of my head. He flew to the floor and I couldn't help looking quite pleased with myself.
"Good," he muttered, clambering to his feet, "We'll continue tomorrow," he walked off and I mentally smacked his butt. He whirled around and I gazed at him innocently.
"What?" He shook his head and walked off.
(_(_(_(_(_(_Jack's POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)
That girl is a trip.
I walked up to my room relishing in her sudden playfulness. And then, unfortunately, reality set in. Spot knows me. He's never let me have her. Opening the door, I peered around the room I'd been granted. Everything was geometrical and black or silver. I suppose it suited me. That Blink guy can tell lots about people, though I'm not sure why. He's just a mere Cyclops.
And Dutchy, he's madly in love with Charlotte and everyone sees it but her and him. He's a really smart guy though. When it comes to creatures of the supernatural genre, he knows his shit.
Spot is just as stubborn as he was when I met him. He was running away. He wont let me tell anyone the story of why he's here, but then again, they'll figure it out sooner or later with or without my help.
I don't really have an opinion of the vampires yet. The shorter and thinner of the two, Joe I think, keeps mostly to himself, but I think he'd open up to Charlie if she asked. The taller and more muscular one is just like Spot. He doesn't trust anyone, including himself.
And then, there's the humans: Racetrack doesn't know half of the power that amulet harnesses. He has no idea what he can do now that he mandates his changes. But I suppose that's for the best; Specs is different. He's almost like Dutchy in his knowledge, but it's all very logical. If you cant see it, it isn't there. Well, screw that philosophy. I can make myself invisible; And then there's Pie Eater. There's some sort of connection between he and Blink, but I cant really sense what it is.
Ten freaks, all picked to live in a house; work together and show what happens when supernatural creatures stop being polite and get real. The real world, Hell. I laughed myself to sleep.
(_(_(_(_(_(_(_Spot's POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)
By the time I got down to breakfast, everyone else was already there. Charlotte looked ready to pass out in the middle of her fruit salad. Good. Perhaps she spent the evening agonizing about how to apologize to me. Hmph.
"Pass the bacon, will you?" I looked up and realized the voice was Jack's, and judging by the position of the bacon, he was talking to me. I passed it and got some scrambled eggs for myself.
"How did everyone sleep?" Joe questioned. The only reason either of them are here is because there are no windows in the dining room. Vampires need only one thing to survive. They may eat for pleasure, but they really don't need it.
"Good," Jack replied brightly. I noticed Charlotte glaring at him.
"It was nice," Race murmured.
"Yes. I'm sure it was nice once Dutchy quit telling you fairy tales," I saw Dutchy's cheeks burn and Race's eyes narrowed.
"They weren't fairy tales," he countered. Yeah, kid, sure they weren't.
"Oh shut up and eat," This was Charlie. I opened my mouth to speak again, only to have a watermelon cube shoot over my head.
"Oh its on now," I gave that deadly whisper I'm so good at. And without warning, the entire table erupted into our first ever food fight. Jack and Charlotte were cheating, putting up shields to keep themselves clean. Blink and Pie Eater were hiding under the table, and I stood atop it, dodging the occasional flapjack.
Mike sat in his chair, still daintily sipping from his goblet. I couldn't resist the urge and flung a bowl of syrup all over him. He let out a roar and then we really launched into it. Food was flying every-where and no one, well, except Charlie and Jack, was clean. Finally, when our entire breakfast had been broken down too small to throw, we stopped, sat, and laughed. I think that's the longest anyone in this house has gotten along.
"I'll do it," I mumbled, rubbing my hands together and then snapping my fingers. All the mess disappeared, except for Mike's syrup. I couldn't resist.
(((((((((((((((((((((((())))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
WEE!
Shout ins-
Falco- Wee! Well.I'm not actually sure on that one. I was kind of thinking about the actual Scooby gang. That's just me. And y'know what, I'm going to add Spike in here somewhere, just for you. Phoenix- Spike!Muse, get off your lazy bum y'lousy wanker! Be nice to your creater!
Megabee- Monty Python is the best of Brit Com. There is no alternative! Yes, we're movin' as fast as I can manage, but I've got vacation coming up and, well, blah.
Sung- Damn. That's a toughy.could it be Spot perhaps? But don't worry, we're ALL obsessed with someone, for me its Dutchy. But then again, that's me. And I'm crazy.
Sureshot- Definitely. Thank you SO much for reviewing. You and everyone else have got to know how cool it is to hear what people think about my stuff. I need it, it fuels my wicked-cool imagination.
Race- Ah! Y'heah dat! She cahahs about me!
Phoenix- We all do. Now be quiet and stop interrupting my Shout Ins.
Race- Aight. *trots back to work on his spaghetti sauce*