1 Bad karma
By Jedi and, the angel of death.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of SSX Tricky (I wish I did though)
Thank you all those people who reviewed my fic! All those positive view are my first on this site. ^_^ this chapter is a little different. If you don't like it then just say, email me with any ideas you have if ya want.
P. S. I've introduced a new system in the up coming chapters.
Character thoughts:
Marty - M:
Kaori – K:
Phymon – P:
Brodi – B:
Others (e.g. all those not mentioned, names will be marked.)
Chapter 4: when?
Kaori woke up again, this time against her will. A nurse woke her to give her some medicine.
K: Great! More drugs! Why are they even trying? I can't live a normal life anyway.
A few weeks had past, kaori' s hyper, happy mood deteriorated, but she tried to keep up the act, so Marty wouldn't worry. "Nurse? When will I be able to walk again?" she looked up and smiled.
"Well your physiotherapy session is coming up soon. So we can see." She smiled. It was a patronising smile, the kind that a person would give to children.
K: I am not a child so don't treat me as such.
"Can I have some sushi?" the nurse, still with the demeaning smile on her face, shook her head and took on a patronising tone.
"Sorry dear, you have to stick to a strict diet. No sushi"
"I am NOT a child!" she started to take an angry manner "so PLEASE don't be so damn patronising!" the smile faded.
"Now that wasn't very nice."
Who cares! And if you find them, tell them, because I don't care.
Kaori muttered something in Japanese and then closed her eyes again. It was obviously an insult.
"Good morning kaori." A tall man with glasses and a pigtail said to her. He had a collarless shirt on and black shoes. He had darker, more Mediterranean, skin. "Ready to try walking?" she sighed, again she thought there would be no point to it. She just stared at him, the black rings under her eyes where becoming bigger with every passing night of sleeplessness. Her eyes felt sore and heavy.
"whatever…"
"is that a tone to take when we are trying to help you?"
"I don't know, you tell me." Her happy mood had all but vanished and all that was left was a shell full of hate, arrogance and a cockiness that was never present before.
Dr: why must she be so difficult? I'm only doing my job.
"listen, I only want to help." No effect. "if I help you, you help me…" this got her attention she turned from the window that was her view of the world around her. She continued her stare. Her eyes where full of sorrow and torturer.
"what on earth are you blabbering on about?" the harshness of her words acted like a dagger. Combined with her piecing stare, she could be classed as a lethal blade and be dangerous at about 5 meters.
"you think I do this for free?" this threw her, "I have a family of my own. My wife has a nerve disorder, so she can't work." The doctor felt a little anger fill him "so don't think that you are the only person in this world who gets a shitty deal!" she looked down at her tag on her wrist, it stated her number: '736, room 434.' A small tear rolled down her cheek. "there are 735 people before you. And god knows how many before you." She wiped her eyes before looking up.
"alright," she started, "where do we start?"
Slightly longer than the last chapter, but a bit more angst, Seriously, I need feedback before I can continue. Please help.
By Jedi and, the angel of death.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of SSX Tricky (I wish I did though)
Thank you all those people who reviewed my fic! All those positive view are my first on this site. ^_^ this chapter is a little different. If you don't like it then just say, email me with any ideas you have if ya want.
P. S. I've introduced a new system in the up coming chapters.
Character thoughts:
Marty - M:
Kaori – K:
Phymon – P:
Brodi – B:
Others (e.g. all those not mentioned, names will be marked.)
Chapter 4: when?
Kaori woke up again, this time against her will. A nurse woke her to give her some medicine.
K: Great! More drugs! Why are they even trying? I can't live a normal life anyway.
A few weeks had past, kaori' s hyper, happy mood deteriorated, but she tried to keep up the act, so Marty wouldn't worry. "Nurse? When will I be able to walk again?" she looked up and smiled.
"Well your physiotherapy session is coming up soon. So we can see." She smiled. It was a patronising smile, the kind that a person would give to children.
K: I am not a child so don't treat me as such.
"Can I have some sushi?" the nurse, still with the demeaning smile on her face, shook her head and took on a patronising tone.
"Sorry dear, you have to stick to a strict diet. No sushi"
"I am NOT a child!" she started to take an angry manner "so PLEASE don't be so damn patronising!" the smile faded.
"Now that wasn't very nice."
Who cares! And if you find them, tell them, because I don't care.
Kaori muttered something in Japanese and then closed her eyes again. It was obviously an insult.
"Good morning kaori." A tall man with glasses and a pigtail said to her. He had a collarless shirt on and black shoes. He had darker, more Mediterranean, skin. "Ready to try walking?" she sighed, again she thought there would be no point to it. She just stared at him, the black rings under her eyes where becoming bigger with every passing night of sleeplessness. Her eyes felt sore and heavy.
"whatever…"
"is that a tone to take when we are trying to help you?"
"I don't know, you tell me." Her happy mood had all but vanished and all that was left was a shell full of hate, arrogance and a cockiness that was never present before.
Dr: why must she be so difficult? I'm only doing my job.
"listen, I only want to help." No effect. "if I help you, you help me…" this got her attention she turned from the window that was her view of the world around her. She continued her stare. Her eyes where full of sorrow and torturer.
"what on earth are you blabbering on about?" the harshness of her words acted like a dagger. Combined with her piecing stare, she could be classed as a lethal blade and be dangerous at about 5 meters.
"you think I do this for free?" this threw her, "I have a family of my own. My wife has a nerve disorder, so she can't work." The doctor felt a little anger fill him "so don't think that you are the only person in this world who gets a shitty deal!" she looked down at her tag on her wrist, it stated her number: '736, room 434.' A small tear rolled down her cheek. "there are 735 people before you. And god knows how many before you." She wiped her eyes before looking up.
"alright," she started, "where do we start?"
Slightly longer than the last chapter, but a bit more angst, Seriously, I need feedback before I can continue. Please help.