A Thought of Life
Beaner-Bop
A/N: I started a new DBZ fic but since its more happy-go-lucky I'll end up posting more chapters for it then this, aw well - you'll live. I might start a schedule like this - for every three chapters of DBZ I make, you'll get a chapter for this. That means like two or three chapters of THIS a week. MY WRITING HAS IMPROVED! I can make long chapters like the last on in an hour or two instead of a couple days! Aren't you happy??
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Chapter Two: Let's Wake Up
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Bridget, who was sitting in the corner of the room the just appeared in, was shivering from the intense cold that seemed to come from no where. She looked over at her brother was lying in a small puddle of red. His blood. Bridget swallowed nervously and closed her eyes. She tried so hard not to see what had just happened about fifteen minutes ago, and which was also the reason for her brother lying motionless on the ground.
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The moment they appeared, Scott lost his temper with the man who made them just appear in this place! There was no denying that he was pissed.
"How dare you, you fucking idiot! First you throw us into a barn or whatever it was and now you throw us in here! You fucking bastard! Scott raised his arm to hit the man, but the man pulled out a stick and said something. Scott fell to the ground and the man kicked him, hard. Hard enough to make Scott cough up blood, and some blood coming out of his stomach
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Bridget shivered. Where was she? Why was she here? And how could they possibly hurt her big brother like that?
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Casey opened her eyes. She heard sniffling of a little girl, where was it coming from. She tried to open her mouth to say something but…she couldn't. She tried moving around a little bit and saw that she couldn't do that either.
If she couldn't do anything, how could she help the girl?
Casey opened and closed her eyes in concentration. Keeping her eyes closed, Casey opened her mouth in a small o and was able to get some noise out. She heard the girl stop sniffling all at once, and if she was right, the girl was probably staring at her too.
"Wh-who's there? Are you going to hurt me? Are you going-going to hurt my brother again?" Casey didn't know what was up with this girl, why would she ask if she had come to hurt her? What the hell was going on here?
She tried to move her arm but all she did was move it a bit, instead of stretching out like she had wanted it too.
She heard footsteps coming towards her.
All at once a little pale face came into view of her now open eyes. She tried to smile at the little girl but it didn't work out to well.
The girl walked over to her and grabbed her hand.
"They hurt you too, didn't they?" She sniffed again and brought her hand up to her nose, she wiped it and a small tear came out of the corner of her eye. "You're not the only one, they hurted-ed my brother too! How could they do that?! My brudder was just defending us!" The little girl's eyes welled up with tears again and Casey gave up trying to stop them, not like the little girl could really notice her efforts, she thought it was best if the girl let it all out.
"My name's Bridget!" The girl said, she was trying to brighten up the mood, Casey could tell, but was failing at it a little, "And my brother's name is Scott!"
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Amelia looked into her duffel bag for her goggles, where the hell were they? She was trying to find them, to swim and think about her thoughts, but she didn't want her eyes to burn while she was doing it! She tried that pain thing before, and it didn't work. She looked over onto her towel and saw them laying on there peacefully. She flushed from embarrassment for no real reason and started to walk over to them She looked down and saw a small piece of paper lying on the floor. She picked it up and threw it into her duffel bag which she was holding on her shoulder. She went over and touched the goggles.
Another kid went missing.
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Wesley looked up for the first time in days. Where am I? He thought. He was wondering that when he heard footsteps outside his door.
"He's awake, you can put him with the others now. His sister will be here in about an hour. Tracey was late getting there - so now the girl has time to escape! Tracey is such an idiot!" He heard the voice say outside his door.
He was scared stiff. What was going on? What were they going to do to him? What were they going to do to his sister?!
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Amelia opened her eyes and looked around frightfully.
She didn't know where she was but she had the weirdest feeling of wanting to yell 'Wesley!' It felt to her, like he was here before…
But that couldn't be - right?
She couldn't believe the chance that her brother might actually be alive. She gave up on that stupid idea days ago. She wasn't a child anymore, so she couldn't have stupid, childish, stupid dreams! She laughed at the irony of what she was thinking. She couldn't even speak right in her head! She decided that with all of her 'extra time', she might as well look around.
She knew for certain that this building was condemned. The plastic over the furniture with piles of dust on it gave that little secret away. She was lying on the floor, and got up. She dusted herself off for a few minutes, there was just a ton of stuff sticking onto her clothing!
She put a hand over the wall brought it down real quick, underneath was what looked like dimmed maroon paper with white lilies decorating it. On about every other lily was a little green fairy that sat on the petals. It's legs looked as if she would be kicking her legs in the water, and her face looked like she was having the time of her life.
She looked back down on the floor and saw that the carpet was once probably a pearly white but now looked like a ghastly yellow, the furniture had things to keep their color from fading but the walls and floor didn't look as if they were given to much thought.
Speaking of the furniture, Amelia turned her head over to the couch that she was laying by. She was bored as hell and didn't want to be in here. Who gives a damn if she moves the cover or not? It's not like she cared what they would think, that's for sure!
She put her hands under the supposedly clear plastic, you couldn't see from all the dust that it had gathered and pulled it off. She sneezed when some of the dust traveled into her nose and then she coughed loudly. The noise made her want to stand still from fear of someone, even though evidence proved no one was there, would come out and try to kill her. It's times like these she cursed herself for having such an active imagination. It was because of this imagination that in the very back of her head, she had thoughts, like ones where her brother could very easily still be alive. She pinched herself on the arm quickly, just to make sure that none of this was a dream, or at least a nightmare anyway. Seeing how it wasn't, she turned her attention back to the couch.
It was a deep blue color, clashing with the maroon, white, and green wallpaper that was behind it. There was nothing special about this couch, other than the fact that it seemed relatively new. It wasn't a cloth couch, as Amelia had first expected, but rather, a leather couch. It seemed very out of taste for people in the past but… if it's new, how was that tarp covered in dust?
Starting to get a little freaked out, Amelia chose to leave that room and she started to walk down the hall. She turned her head on sudden impulse and saw a portrait hanging of a man with extremely piercing eyes and brown hair. He was wearing a black robe and the portrait seemed to be…glaring at her. She put her hands up to her mouth when she gasped.
She started to walk away from the portrait. What the hell was up with this place? Suddenly she let out a terrible scream when she was stopped by something behind her. She turned around and saw the exact same man that was in the portrait staring down at her, glaring just like the duplicate of the man that was motionless in the frame.
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Casey opened her eyes again. She felt a little more rested. She didn't even remember closing her eyes! She looked over and saw that one of the main reasons she was so rested was because she was so warm.
Somehow the little girl that she met earlier was able to get her by her brother, the little girl was in between the two older kids and was sleeping peacefully. She was acting like a little furnace and heat was coming off her and was being soaked up by Casey, which she was thankful for.
She lightly touched the boy who came awake almost instantly after she had touched him. He turned around with much difficulty, but tried to hide it. He seemed relieved though that the person he saw was younger than him and was also holding his little sister, who was sleeping, in a light death grip. Casey was shocked at how much of an animal he seemed to be. It was scary for a moment there, she could hardly figure out how sweet little innocent Bridget had him as a big brother!
Of course, she thought to herself, it's not like he's not all those things. He's in the exact same boat as she was. She looked up at the boy and grinned lightly her throat was terribly hoarse and sounded a little ratty when she spoke, but she did her best anyway. She nodded her head at him.
"Casey, you're Scott, right?" She was able to get out. Scott just nodded his head slightly at her.
She grinned at him slightly again and closed her eyes. She might have been feeling rested when she woke up, but she sure as hell wasn't feeling rested now.
A noise from the other side of their new abode made them both sit up straight. Casey legs hurt to much for her to walk on them, but Scott's were fine.
Getting up, he started to slowly, because his chest still hurt, head over to the sound. He looked into the dark and saw at least twenty or thirty different pairs of eyes staring back at him bewildered. He swallowed slightly.
"Casey, we aren't alone." Casey's eyes widened and she squinted over to where Scott was she saw a few people come forward. They were all kids! One of them was around her age though, he seemed to be the oldest.
"Why are we here?" The new boy said. He looked over at Scott and saw the blood that was in his shirt for what must have been the first time from the way that Casey had seen his eyes widen at Scott's gruesome scene.
Scott sneered at the boy and huffed slightly, looking irritated all at once, making the boy look a little scared. Scott got a sympathetic look on his face for a moment but it was wiped off as quickly as it had come.
"How the hell should I know?"
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A/N: I had the worst case of writer's block on this story, it isn't funny! Ugh! At least I got this chapter out though, right? Lol!
-Beaner-Bop
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