So far behind……..ugh
Ok, I'm trying to get back on track, after apps and finals…but writers bloc is still firm…
Ergh…it's like trying to cut rock with a plastic glad knife.
Standard disclaimers apply
***
Keep running…
He tells himself. Does he? Who is in control? He feels as if he has lost
control. It left a long time ago.
Keep running…
Feet tangle with weeds and his hands drip with blood. His own? It's too late to
tell, a mixture of both the girls and his raw hands, scraped from grabbing onto
branches and thorns.
Maybe I'll bleed to death.
I hope…
His feet keep banging against the ground and against his own accord he is still
running. As he runs he grabs his head…pressing bloodied palms against bloodied
ears, trying to stop the laughing.
**
Cassie was flying blindly. She let her body soar higher and higher past the
clouds. It was getting hard to breathe, but it was even harder to stop herself
from moving up.
Her head was throbbing.
She had a massive headache and she could almost feel her blood pulsing through
her veins.
Keep flying, She told herself.
And she did. The atmosphere was thinning around her, oxygen disappearing as she
flew higher, higher, higher…
The world curved beneath her, twisting slowly. Could she see continents? No.
Not yet.
A plane floated in the distance.
She couldn't breathe.
Her mouth flopped open like a gasping fish and tried to pull in air. It was as
if her lungs were vacuums, sucking in everything, getting nothing.
And then it hit her.
She stopped in mid air, trembling as whether to go higher or slip back
underneath the clouds.
Her eyes rolled in the back of her head….her body began to plummet to the
ground.
**
Kon stared sightlessly at the cave ceiling, trying to remember the features he
could no longer see.
Fighting the urge to twiddle his thumbs or whistle, he fumbled beside the couch
for the remote.
He was not help this way.
It was frustrating, for him, to be stuck on the couch having to wait for
someone else to do something, to act.
Goddamnit.
"If you have any information…" They were talking about Rob again. Kon flipped
the station.
"…Please contact-"
Next station.
"…Jersey Police-"
Click.
"…Are still looking-"
Click.
"…For this boy-"
Click.
Click.
Click.
"Goddamit!" Kon threw the remote control across the room, most likely smashed
to pieces against the cave wall from the force of his throw.
Beep.
Kon froze. Did he break something? Kon stood there, trying to grasp the sound.
Beep.
It was coming from the back of the cave.
Beep.
Stumbling across the rec area, bumping into the couch and coffee table before
his TTK field was able to compensate, Kon made his way towards the sound.
Beep.
With an unsteady hand, Kon blindly moved through the cave.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
It was coming from the main computer.
His hand roamed desktop, looking for a button to push, something…
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
The comm.-station. Where was it, where was it???
His fingers traveled frantically over the computer in front of him. What do I
push, where is it? It was still beeping, the sound driving him crazy.
What could he do?
**
Babs stared mutely at the screen. It glowed back at her, pixels causing her
eyes to dilate and constrict as she read.
It was getting worse and worse by the minute.
Reports were flooding in from another incident of violence on the Jersey
freeway.
A bus, traveling to New York was stopped for an indeterminate amount of time.
Why? A teenager, a passenger on the bus, had assaulted the only other
passenger, a young runaway girl, and managed to knock out the 210 pound
ex-convict bus-driver with a single kick.
It was Tim alright.
Every greyhound bus had been outfitted with camera's ever since an entire
busload of geriatric tourists were killed by a terrorist.
And unfortunately for Tim, he had been caught on tape. He looked haggard, as if
he hadn't slept in days. Had he? What was going on with Tim?
Of all the people Babs had ever met, Tim would never have done what everything,
everyone was telling her he had.
He couldn't have.
Tim was the kid who sat on her desk beside her computer and dripped cheese
steak all over the keyboard. He was the kid that admired a techno-nerd like
Blue beetle, the kid that surprised her with a bumper sticker for her wheelchair
that said: "My hard drive is bigger then yours."
Tim was not the one to…to...
She blocked the thought out of her mind.
It was not Tim.
It couldn't have been.
She had to believe that.
**
Things were becoming worse.
He had found a highway heading the right direction. He had to get to New York,
he didn't know why, but he was supposed to be there, to get there…soon.
His vision was becoming blurry. Did he have something in his eye? He couldn't
feel anything. It was cold. Was it? He didn't know, couldn't feel, it hurt so
bad….
His head was filled with grain, spilling over each other, his head hurt so bad…
so bad…it hurt…
The asphalt pressed against his feet, he felt himself stopping. The highway was
empty.
Was it?
Lights came around the bend. They flashed in his eyes, momentarily blinding
him. The light hurt his eyes, it hurt so bad…
The car was rushing at him, getting close, and moving closer. Could he run in
time? Did he have a chance to move?
Did he want to?
He *wanted* to get hit by the car, it was the only feeling he knew was his own.
**
Cassie felt herself falling, and she could do nothing to stop it. Her body
wasn't responding. She couldn't move, just fall like a rag doll.
It would hurt when she hit the ground.
Falling without a parachute.
If she could laugh, she would have. I can fly, and I'm going to die from
falling…
Wind whipped her hair against her face, leaving red marks against her agitated
skin. She tried to gain control of her body, tried to pull it together. Her
hand clenched as she tried to bring it foreword.
The ground rushed close and closer and closer…
It was going to hurt.
She wanted to close her eyes, to try and avoid watching the ground fly up to
meet her. And she couldn't. What was wrong with her? Why didn't she have
control? Something that was so easy before proved to be so hard now.
Had she lost her powers?
No. That couldn't be it. She would have felt the sudden shift, wouldn't she?
Right?
God. She was going to die.
The ground was so close now. If she could've flown, would she have been able to
avoid the ground that was rushing up to meet her?
So close…
She managed to get her eyes closed. She wouldn't have to deal with watching the
ground smash into her body, wouldn't have to look…
The wind rushed up at her, she could feel trees whip past her face, leaving
bloody streaks.
She was going to hit the ground, going to die, going to die, going to die….
**
Kon was frantic now, the beeping was getting more frequent, and he was knocking
things over.
Where was the damn button???
Suddenly the beeping stopped. What had he touched? Did he set something off?
What did he do?
"Kon- El?" It was a man's voice. A deep gravely voice that instantly made Kon
wish he had not found the source of the sound.
"Uh…Batman?"
No answer.
Kon fidgeted with his shirt, suddenly realizing he was only in his boxers and a
t-shirt.
"Where is Robin?"
This set Kon's mind reeling. Why wouldn't Batman know? He knew everything….
damnit…. they were in deep shit…
**
Ted came back, in one hand, a plat of cookies, the other, a tenuous hold on two
cups of lemonade.
"Babs, come on, you've been on that computer the whole night, take a break, you
need it."
"No."
"Badly."
Babs swiveled on a wheel, her eyes flashing in anger, "Ted. I cannot take a
break." She pushed an errant strand of hair from her eyes, "I have a friend in
trouble. I can't tell you who, why, or what I'm going to do to solve it, but I
can't stop until I found the answer."
"Babs…"
"Leave Kord, I don't even have time to show you out."
"I can help you."
"I can't need your help. I can't tell you what is going on."
Ted's eyes grew dark, "It's a bat-family thing, right?"
She just looked up at him, her eyes dimmed.
"Damnit, Barbara, I can help."
"No."
"Please let me help."
"Show your self out."
She turned from him, and as Ted left, she returned to the computer, weary eyes
scanning and re scanning useless information.
The door shut behind him.
**
It was so close, a Mazda, small compact car, going at least 80.
Tim fought the urge to move, to protect himself. He didn't want to. What ever
was controlling him, making him do these…things, he wanted it dead, and if it
meant killing himself…
The car was almost on top of him.
Then it swerved.
He wanted to scream, at the stupidity of it all, he couldn't even kill himself.
Why did the car swerve? Why couldn't it have hit him, killed him?
It bounced against the shoulder of the road, twisting, falling over itself,
flipping on it's side, rolling across the asphalt, sending sparks that landed
on Tim, burning his skin…
And it felt good.
The car collapsed against a tree, its front compressing impossible small.
Tim, snapped momentarily from his reverie from the piercing sparks, felt
himself moving towards the wreckage.
He had to help.
He pushed aside burning metal, relishing, for a moment, the feel of it against
his hands. It made him feel alive, like he wasn't the zombie he had been for
the past few days.
Grasping the driver's side door, scrunched so tight that it had begun to compress
in, he yanked it once, twice…
It wouldn't budge. He twisted the handle, shook it some more. The flames were
licking his face, and sweat fell like tears down his face. He reached through
the broken glass; rivulets of blood dribbling down his arms.
He felt his hand clasp around a shoulder. He gave a tug.
Seatbelt.
He pulled from his pocket, a tiny pocketknife, cutting swiftly, the belt, and
hauling the body out.
It was woman, somewhere in the thirties range, 35, 36? He couldn't concentrate,
just had to get her out of there. Her hair, red, was singed, and stained with
blood.
Blood…
The car was becoming hotter, the flames dancing higher, nearing the gas tank…
He tossed the body over his shoulder, running for the other side of the road.
The tank burst in a cloud of flame, reaching higher into the sky, sending Tim
tumbling, with the body down the embankment.
Twigs and rocks and outcropping hit him as he held the body close, trying to
prevent the person from getting more hurt then she already was.
Almost like normal…
**
…going to die.
She felt the tickle of grass against her nose.
And then….
Nothing.
No impact. Her bones weren't scattered across the field, no cracked skull
against hard ground, no bones shattering, she wasn't scattered in a thousand
pieces.
She opened her eyes, breath coming out in short gasps, the grass tickling her
nose. Her eyes dilated, then contracted, focusing on the tiny insect that
crawled across a blade of grass, no further than an inch from her nose.
It twittered, then disappeared out of her sight.
Her arms were splayed beside her, like wings, and her legs had tensed, bracing
for impact.
But there was none. What was going on?
What had happened?
Eyes rolled back, she collapsed, her body slamming against the ground.
Remember…I'm in control.
**
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