Surgery
By: Holly Rose E
A/N: Slack-y chapter. Taking a slight break from the story for just a SHORT while (I swear, guys) to collect and organize things for my other OC story - Bleeding Sanctuary. It'll take me a few days, and distract me from this lovely piece of work right here (I WON'T BE GIVING UP ON THIS, I SWEAR ON MY BORING LIFE!). But anyway, this is a more light-hearted chapter. Hopefully, the next one will finally live up to the Angst genre I put it in.
*****
Chapter Eight: Crawling
Against my will
I stand beside my own reflection
It's haunting how I can't seem
To find myself again
~Linkin Park
*****
"Whoops," Abigail murmured, as she bumped into the table, sending the castle of cards to collapse into itself.
She continued to hum, walking out of the room. She hadn't been here very long, but knew right away that she loved Bayville. Taking a bite of her pumpkin pie, she didn't notice the shouts exchanged in the foyer between Sam and Evan, each accusing the other for the early demise of their masterpiece.
Giggling to herself, she bounded up the stairs to her and Keely's room, where Keely was hunched over a piece of paper, etching away.
"Hey, Kee, whatchya doin'?" Abby chirped, all smiles.
"Huh?" Keely said, retaining from letting rip a shriek, "Oh, nothing, just... going over some homework is all."
"Yeah?" Abigail came over and tried to peer over Keely's shoulder, but the other girl was covering it with her arm.
"What of?"
"Just an essay, is all."
"Can I help?"
"No, I think I've got it. Anyway, I was supposed to meet up with Ryan. See ya!"
Keely ran out the door, paper in hand, flustered.
Abigail remained in the room, flipping on the radio, grabbing one of Keely's magazines, and continued eating her pie and humming.
***
Scott sat, amazingly, in the passenger's seat of his red, white- striped convertible. He was frowning, worry lines etching their way between his eyebrows to permanent residence.
Glancing over, he warily looked at the other boy. He was trying
[painfully]
to look casual, but his jaw was clenched, and a vein was faintly working over time in his temple. The off-colored, mismatched eyes were less than half-lidded due to his concentration. Every so often he'd frown, but it would disappear just as quickly.
Dainton was a tense
[anxiety-stricken]
teenage boy.
Scott sighed and leaned on his hand, putting the majority of his weight against the side door.
Dainton had practically flown into the garage, told him they were going somewhere, and to get in the car - passenger side, he was driving.
So, here they were.
Silence was reigning supreme, neither of them having, nor wanting to say anything. Surprisingly
[sadly]
the area that they were drawing ever closer to was the Brotherhood of Mutants' Boarding House.
Scott bit his lip: what if Dainton had been befriended and this was some sort of
[painful]
practical joke on Ole Cyke?
Groaning, and earning a startled look from Hazard, Scott slouched down, slinking nearly to the ground and under his belt.
***
A circle
Without end
No start
Just a middle
The most important
Of a story
~
Can't remember
Don't want to
Hate it
Hate all about it
The prelude
~
Something pushed
Trigger pulled
The gun shot
Resounded
Pounded
My head to the ground
~
'They lived happily
Ever after'
There is no end
Never forever
It will always continue
This cycle
~
I'm trying to run
I looked at Medusa
She caught my eye
I saw the faded beauty
Inside
Now I turn to stone
~
Can't feel
Myself
Can't move
Away
Can't see
Ahead
Can't tell
The right
From
The wrong
~
I scream
In silent symphony
Violins shriek
In my mind
~
Flip the switch
Pull the trigger
Pounding
Resounding
Beating
Shrieking
Pain
Chain
Me to the ground
~
Just keep
Spinning me
***
It was near 6:10 when it happened. Twenty-seven seconds before, if you wanted to get technical.
Pandemonium broke loose. If one has ever witnessed pandemonium occur they know it is not a pretty thing when it goes off.
Logan had just finished his own personal training session, and was heading to his room to take a shower.
Evan and Sam, having out-argued each other, both retired to Sam's room for a little one-on-one video gaming; Lucca going to play winner.
Lauren, tired of wandering around both inside and out, had gone to get a book.
Jubilee and Bobby, along with Rahne, had gone to Ryan's room to scare him.
Kitty was out with Kurt - again - but Kurt had insisted on taking Rogue along with them. The latter girl had grudgingly
[yelling and cursing, decidedly pissed off]
come along.
Jean, Storm, and Xavier were the only ones who remained unharmed.
That is, except for two others.
As each one had opened their doors, a net had flown out, captured and suspended them above the ground three feet away, simultaneously slamming the door closed once again. Normally, they would have used the mutations to escape, but rat traps had been strategically placed right underneath, actually along the entirety of the floors and beds.
As said, pandemonium.
Outside, laughing and eating all the goodies they had ransacked, was Ryan Archer and Keely Woodrow, driving away in Jean's mini-van.
And, oh, the swears and cries of vengeance and of quadruple time in the Danger Room.
-End Chapter Eight-
*****
I just want you guys to know - I have grown to love these characters (every damn one, all eight) as my own. They just STRIKE me, you know? They strike me in that gooshy part of my charred little heart, and I love them to itty- bitty pieces. ...Now that I've embarrassed myself, let's move on, shall we?
P.S. That disgusting thing in the middle is mine. Entitled "Spin". Tear it apart, please.
Love you all
Holly
REVIEW REPLIES: Dee Saylors: LoL. Of course, after reading your story, I was very adamant in my mind with putting Denise with Kurt.
roguephoenix: Hot damn. I was inspired by the rat-trap one. A little more evil, but, what hey? Thanks a ton for the suggestions, by the way.
cheeky-bear007: Aw, poor gal. *huggles* I hope this update makes you a bit happier. BTW, Leila got accepted. Just a fyi.
Emerald-Knight1: Hey, dude, where ya been? LoL. People tell me I'm a bit of an empath, apparently. Maybe that has something to do with it. I dunno.
TigerStorm: I hate anti-bodies. They never work. Hope you feel better! *huggles* (germs be damned)
sycommansonboy: ^-^ Well, I 'wuv' you for reviewing.
BIG-ASS SHOUT TO THE BETA - DEAD CAFFEINE JUNKIE WHO JUST RULES MY SUGAR FUELS! ^_~
By: Holly Rose E
A/N: Slack-y chapter. Taking a slight break from the story for just a SHORT while (I swear, guys) to collect and organize things for my other OC story - Bleeding Sanctuary. It'll take me a few days, and distract me from this lovely piece of work right here (I WON'T BE GIVING UP ON THIS, I SWEAR ON MY BORING LIFE!). But anyway, this is a more light-hearted chapter. Hopefully, the next one will finally live up to the Angst genre I put it in.
*****
Chapter Eight: Crawling
Against my will
I stand beside my own reflection
It's haunting how I can't seem
To find myself again
~Linkin Park
*****
"Whoops," Abigail murmured, as she bumped into the table, sending the castle of cards to collapse into itself.
She continued to hum, walking out of the room. She hadn't been here very long, but knew right away that she loved Bayville. Taking a bite of her pumpkin pie, she didn't notice the shouts exchanged in the foyer between Sam and Evan, each accusing the other for the early demise of their masterpiece.
Giggling to herself, she bounded up the stairs to her and Keely's room, where Keely was hunched over a piece of paper, etching away.
"Hey, Kee, whatchya doin'?" Abby chirped, all smiles.
"Huh?" Keely said, retaining from letting rip a shriek, "Oh, nothing, just... going over some homework is all."
"Yeah?" Abigail came over and tried to peer over Keely's shoulder, but the other girl was covering it with her arm.
"What of?"
"Just an essay, is all."
"Can I help?"
"No, I think I've got it. Anyway, I was supposed to meet up with Ryan. See ya!"
Keely ran out the door, paper in hand, flustered.
Abigail remained in the room, flipping on the radio, grabbing one of Keely's magazines, and continued eating her pie and humming.
***
Scott sat, amazingly, in the passenger's seat of his red, white- striped convertible. He was frowning, worry lines etching their way between his eyebrows to permanent residence.
Glancing over, he warily looked at the other boy. He was trying
[painfully]
to look casual, but his jaw was clenched, and a vein was faintly working over time in his temple. The off-colored, mismatched eyes were less than half-lidded due to his concentration. Every so often he'd frown, but it would disappear just as quickly.
Dainton was a tense
[anxiety-stricken]
teenage boy.
Scott sighed and leaned on his hand, putting the majority of his weight against the side door.
Dainton had practically flown into the garage, told him they were going somewhere, and to get in the car - passenger side, he was driving.
So, here they were.
Silence was reigning supreme, neither of them having, nor wanting to say anything. Surprisingly
[sadly]
the area that they were drawing ever closer to was the Brotherhood of Mutants' Boarding House.
Scott bit his lip: what if Dainton had been befriended and this was some sort of
[painful]
practical joke on Ole Cyke?
Groaning, and earning a startled look from Hazard, Scott slouched down, slinking nearly to the ground and under his belt.
***
A circle
Without end
No start
Just a middle
The most important
Of a story
~
Can't remember
Don't want to
Hate it
Hate all about it
The prelude
~
Something pushed
Trigger pulled
The gun shot
Resounded
Pounded
My head to the ground
~
'They lived happily
Ever after'
There is no end
Never forever
It will always continue
This cycle
~
I'm trying to run
I looked at Medusa
She caught my eye
I saw the faded beauty
Inside
Now I turn to stone
~
Can't feel
Myself
Can't move
Away
Can't see
Ahead
Can't tell
The right
From
The wrong
~
I scream
In silent symphony
Violins shriek
In my mind
~
Flip the switch
Pull the trigger
Pounding
Resounding
Beating
Shrieking
Pain
Chain
Me to the ground
~
Just keep
Spinning me
***
It was near 6:10 when it happened. Twenty-seven seconds before, if you wanted to get technical.
Pandemonium broke loose. If one has ever witnessed pandemonium occur they know it is not a pretty thing when it goes off.
Logan had just finished his own personal training session, and was heading to his room to take a shower.
Evan and Sam, having out-argued each other, both retired to Sam's room for a little one-on-one video gaming; Lucca going to play winner.
Lauren, tired of wandering around both inside and out, had gone to get a book.
Jubilee and Bobby, along with Rahne, had gone to Ryan's room to scare him.
Kitty was out with Kurt - again - but Kurt had insisted on taking Rogue along with them. The latter girl had grudgingly
[yelling and cursing, decidedly pissed off]
come along.
Jean, Storm, and Xavier were the only ones who remained unharmed.
That is, except for two others.
As each one had opened their doors, a net had flown out, captured and suspended them above the ground three feet away, simultaneously slamming the door closed once again. Normally, they would have used the mutations to escape, but rat traps had been strategically placed right underneath, actually along the entirety of the floors and beds.
As said, pandemonium.
Outside, laughing and eating all the goodies they had ransacked, was Ryan Archer and Keely Woodrow, driving away in Jean's mini-van.
And, oh, the swears and cries of vengeance and of quadruple time in the Danger Room.
-End Chapter Eight-
*****
I just want you guys to know - I have grown to love these characters (every damn one, all eight) as my own. They just STRIKE me, you know? They strike me in that gooshy part of my charred little heart, and I love them to itty- bitty pieces. ...Now that I've embarrassed myself, let's move on, shall we?
P.S. That disgusting thing in the middle is mine. Entitled "Spin". Tear it apart, please.
Love you all
Holly
REVIEW REPLIES: Dee Saylors: LoL. Of course, after reading your story, I was very adamant in my mind with putting Denise with Kurt.
roguephoenix: Hot damn. I was inspired by the rat-trap one. A little more evil, but, what hey? Thanks a ton for the suggestions, by the way.
cheeky-bear007: Aw, poor gal. *huggles* I hope this update makes you a bit happier. BTW, Leila got accepted. Just a fyi.
Emerald-Knight1: Hey, dude, where ya been? LoL. People tell me I'm a bit of an empath, apparently. Maybe that has something to do with it. I dunno.
TigerStorm: I hate anti-bodies. They never work. Hope you feel better! *huggles* (germs be damned)
sycommansonboy: ^-^ Well, I 'wuv' you for reviewing.
BIG-ASS SHOUT TO THE BETA - DEAD CAFFEINE JUNKIE WHO JUST RULES MY SUGAR FUELS! ^_~