[ Eh - writer's note: My program for typing and everything is being evil,
and it's causing a lot of spelling errors that weren't even there in the
first place. So, if there are any unnecessary spelling errors, do not mind
them. Blame them on my compooter because it makes me look like I type with
a lisp. ::Insert cheesy Internet smiley here.:: Eh, a word to the living -
I am going to be including lyrics from Sarah McLachlans' "Fear". ::Smirks
smugly.:: Because I can. They're not all together, though, they're
scattered. If you've heard the song, then you can piece them together. If
not . . . eh, they're still pretty obvious. Time for me to shut up. ]
Dib sat up in a fury. Why did he have to relive that horrible moment? He shook his head, his hands clasped to the side of his head. Unknowing as to exactly where he was, Dib stood up, his body stiff and numb from sleeping in such an awkward position. The cold, autumnal air whipped against his small frame as he began walking, ignoring any pain from the "adventure" he recently had with the alien. Pain surged through his body, as he lurched through every step he took. Once out into a larger pile of the crumbling society, he realized he was on the northern side of the city.
"What an odd place to be," he thought to himself. "Did I actually go this far?" He shook his head, trying to keep his internally bickering mind at bay as he slowly walked home.
After a while of traipsing around, Dib reached home. He didn't bother to take off his coat, or his boots. He ignored the little bleeping noises coming from Gaz over on the couch. Shrugging to himself, he realized that she was there half the time of her life anyway, and she probably didn't even notice him. He noted to himself that she needed a life. Probably as much as he did.
He headed towards the stairs, heading down. As he was ready to open the door, a vexed voice caught his hand by its words. "Don't go in Dad's lab, Dib. Dad said to stay out of there tonight." Gaz growled. Dib rolled his eyes, opening the latch anyway, but something told him to reply. "Why, Gaz? Isn't he at another meeting? I thought he had to . . . to . . ." Dib's voice trailed off, after an internal instinct of knowing that Gaz wasn't listening. He shrugged again, and made his way towards his father's lab.
As he peeked in the lab, he noticed all of the lights were on. "What the hell is going on?" Dib mused to himself. "I thought he wasn't home!" He then realized that he only assumed that he left. Gaz had made no such movement in saying that he was home. Luckily, his father was too busy mixing two sorts of liquids. They were both dark red shades. Crimson, he thought.
He heard his father mumbling something, but dare not move. Had it been blood that he was mixing? What on Earth was he doing?! He saw his father move from one side of an odd machine, towards another, still mumbling things as he went. Dib squinted to see what else he was doing.
"Hmm, 53312 --- Nao G3924 --- experiment number twenty."
Dib almost jumped. Experiment?! What was his father thinking? He had no time to think, but did not want to react. He might mess up the experiment. Slowly, as his father typed up random letters on a computer console attached to the machine, the door of the machine rose, giving light to a shadowed figure .
[ Ooooo . spooky! I've been typing like a frantic maniac because Skool starts in less than . ::Checks watch.:: five minutes, so I'm leaving you all on a cliffhanger. I'll write more when I'm NOT being hurried for the sake of my whole grades. ::Rolls eyes in frustration.::persuer
Dib sat up in a fury. Why did he have to relive that horrible moment? He shook his head, his hands clasped to the side of his head. Unknowing as to exactly where he was, Dib stood up, his body stiff and numb from sleeping in such an awkward position. The cold, autumnal air whipped against his small frame as he began walking, ignoring any pain from the "adventure" he recently had with the alien. Pain surged through his body, as he lurched through every step he took. Once out into a larger pile of the crumbling society, he realized he was on the northern side of the city.
"What an odd place to be," he thought to himself. "Did I actually go this far?" He shook his head, trying to keep his internally bickering mind at bay as he slowly walked home.
After a while of traipsing around, Dib reached home. He didn't bother to take off his coat, or his boots. He ignored the little bleeping noises coming from Gaz over on the couch. Shrugging to himself, he realized that she was there half the time of her life anyway, and she probably didn't even notice him. He noted to himself that she needed a life. Probably as much as he did.
He headed towards the stairs, heading down. As he was ready to open the door, a vexed voice caught his hand by its words. "Don't go in Dad's lab, Dib. Dad said to stay out of there tonight." Gaz growled. Dib rolled his eyes, opening the latch anyway, but something told him to reply. "Why, Gaz? Isn't he at another meeting? I thought he had to . . . to . . ." Dib's voice trailed off, after an internal instinct of knowing that Gaz wasn't listening. He shrugged again, and made his way towards his father's lab.
As he peeked in the lab, he noticed all of the lights were on. "What the hell is going on?" Dib mused to himself. "I thought he wasn't home!" He then realized that he only assumed that he left. Gaz had made no such movement in saying that he was home. Luckily, his father was too busy mixing two sorts of liquids. They were both dark red shades. Crimson, he thought.
He heard his father mumbling something, but dare not move. Had it been blood that he was mixing? What on Earth was he doing?! He saw his father move from one side of an odd machine, towards another, still mumbling things as he went. Dib squinted to see what else he was doing.
"Hmm, 53312 --- Nao G3924 --- experiment number twenty."
Dib almost jumped. Experiment?! What was his father thinking? He had no time to think, but did not want to react. He might mess up the experiment. Slowly, as his father typed up random letters on a computer console attached to the machine, the door of the machine rose, giving light to a shadowed figure .
[ Ooooo . spooky! I've been typing like a frantic maniac because Skool starts in less than . ::Checks watch.:: five minutes, so I'm leaving you all on a cliffhanger. I'll write more when I'm NOT being hurried for the sake of my whole grades. ::Rolls eyes in frustration.::persuer
