Chapter 5
The wires in my head were snapping even faster now, Pain shooting up through both sides of my delicate Temples, and in small spots around my eyebrows.
My head was killing me, and I really didn't need to Be walking around at the moment. My mind said no (You had no idea) but I'd rather keep on walking than Stay in that room.
The death room, the room of great pain, for me Anyways. I felt the gash; I felt the still wet blood Seep down my forehead, and still yet I felt the odd Yet comforting feeling of the wound slowly (oh so Slowly) healing.
We had decided to leave this 'room' that was now Separated into three parts, the door and we had Been in the far left of the room as the other half and The room next to it caved in. Doesn't make sense, eh? Well there's two rooms side by side connected by a Door, only the left room actually contained an exit to The hallway and that was the one we were at. Not all Of the computers could fit into one room by Themselves, so some of the members had to go to the Side room.
We kept the doors open to talk regularly, about School and whatnot. It was a casual place, we were All trusted students who needed no, if very little Supervision by a teacher.
Anyways, half the larger room (the left side) had Caved in and there was no telling what had happened To the people in the far right room. Perhaps they had Survived, it was definite that everyone else in this Left room was dead. How many people was that? Seven, Ten?
Ugh, my head still throbbed. It was almost Unbearable, what had I done to it? I'd heard it was Immature to call the dead the lucky ones, but right Now it seemed much better. I'd gotten migraines Before, but now, it was ten times ten worse.
As I walked out of the door, my headache worsened Farther beyond all thought, I stumbled but nobody Seemed to notice it. Maybe it was the radiation, Maybe it was the small fires, either way it made me Even more miserable. I began to sweat to the Enormous amount of heat, and my cuts stung at the Rich saltiness of my sweat.
Could I bear it any longer? Could I hold up any? More? Would Jan Girl notice my suffering?
I didn't have much tolerance for pain, as one could Tell. My brain felt swollen, almost like it wasn't' 'Breathing.' A strange sensation, having the feeling That your brain would 'pop' any second. I'd never had This kind of headache before. I needed serious Medical attention, maybe I'd go into a coma, or have a Concussion or something.
The injuries I'd suffered, the head wound and nose Bleed, reminded me of my youth.
When I was 10, I had my first migraine. It was a Genetic thing, everyone in my family had it. But not Like me. My headaches were different, they made me Forget things. It was like having amnesia every time I had an ache. And right now, I had no idea what Exactly had happened.
Of course, I knew that the room had fallen apart, That was obvious. And I knew about the schools Collapse, but I didn't remember it happing. The worse The migraine, the worse my memory gets.
I wondered how many people had come to school today That belonged to our computer club. There had to be Someone absent, although hardly any of us was tardy...
"Tyler, you all right?" Jan Girl asked me, of course In a weak way. She knew what I wanted in our Relationship, no use denying I had issues with Dominance. She seemed genually concerned, but I Didn't know, not anymore. After seeing the ruthless Side of her, even for a split second, I'd felt like I Didn't know her at all.
I ignored her.
I knew she would be pissed at the thought of my Ignorance of her existence at the moment, but I had Things to think about. I thought about a lot of Things, remembering stuff helped me bring back the recent memories I'd lost.
People used to just call me forgetful. That's why I chose to have a 'co-administrator' added to our little club last year. In the beginning there was me and about ten other students, and that year I realized I'd need help.
At first, I chose Brandon. He was the greatest person I could've picked. He was almost obsessive about the whole class. Every day I'd sit down at my computer, and emailed to me was a document of everything that had happened. Four people were banned that year. Mostly because of his genius organizational skills.
Brandon and I were looking forward to another year, we even had a new co-administrator, Jan Girl. She was mainly there to even everything out, the social leader. It was a long running joke between me and Brandon, actually. In case either of us ever turned against one and other.
Jan Girl turned out to be much more though, of course, and by that summer, we were dating. Secretly, of course. No need letting the new boardies in on this. But later that summer something happened. that no one could've predicted.
Brandon had been driving home from McDonalds on a Sunday night, three days before school was to start, when some teens decided to play a prank. They wanted to give him a scare, Urban Legend style. In the car were two former boardies, Animan and Marco. They were banned earlier in the year, thanks to Brandon again. They knew the risks involved, but they did it anyways. For some reason, with Animan at the wheel, they had decided to ram Brandon's car.
They had sped up and rammed him at 75 mph, right off A bridge. The had said it was an accident, but we knew. Animan had taken his banning pretty hard, and he had a temper on him. We all wondered if he'd been planning it all along.
There were many risks involved. Marco, for one, was paralyzed in the crash. He'd gone to the hospital and they said he'd be ok. But malpractice, and a few wrong shots, being identified as the wrong person, quickly killed him. In a matter of hours, Brandon and Marco were dead, and a killer got off free.
Sure, Animan had to pay a fine. He was sued by both Marco and Brandon's parents, but he was rich. Nothing could faze the guy, he could get away with anything, it seemed. Only a few minor scratches. It seemed impossible, only a few scratches when two people died. He seemed to just not care. Animan's name was cursed in our organization.
The beginning of the year was a hard one for us all. Ten new boardies showed us that we where somewhat recuperating, and that this new communications program just might work out.
But this 'explosion' had changed everything. Nobody would accept us now, our school was decimated, for all we knew. The death toll was what? Ten of us, the entire school? The entire town? How big was the damage, exactly? I'd overheard Jabu and Ukani talking before about earthquakes. I thought I heard an answer to the question Jabu had proposed to her, but maybe I was delusional.
"We've got to find some stairs to the top level of the basement." I looked at Pinzz. Her face showed concern, but I knew she only thought of herself.
I decided to myself that JG would be my only ally in this. I whispered in her ear.
"Pinzz can't be trusted." She looked at me, than at Pinzz for a moment and nodded. She understood. Pinzz was a threat to our survival.
I looked over, for maybe a second and saw Jabu. He had a puzzled look on his face as he watched me closely, and then quickly turned away. Did he hear? Well, who cares anyway? Judging by Pinzz's earlier actions, Jabu would figure her out.
And then I saw him.
Neomorpher was definitely dead, blood everywhere. Rubble had torn off fingers, and even half his leg. But the one thing that stood out above all else was the eye, or lack there of. A pipe had impaled through the back of his head and into an eye socket.
His eye still hung not one inch away from the pipe.
The wires in my head were snapping even faster now, Pain shooting up through both sides of my delicate Temples, and in small spots around my eyebrows.
My head was killing me, and I really didn't need to Be walking around at the moment. My mind said no (You had no idea) but I'd rather keep on walking than Stay in that room.
The death room, the room of great pain, for me Anyways. I felt the gash; I felt the still wet blood Seep down my forehead, and still yet I felt the odd Yet comforting feeling of the wound slowly (oh so Slowly) healing.
We had decided to leave this 'room' that was now Separated into three parts, the door and we had Been in the far left of the room as the other half and The room next to it caved in. Doesn't make sense, eh? Well there's two rooms side by side connected by a Door, only the left room actually contained an exit to The hallway and that was the one we were at. Not all Of the computers could fit into one room by Themselves, so some of the members had to go to the Side room.
We kept the doors open to talk regularly, about School and whatnot. It was a casual place, we were All trusted students who needed no, if very little Supervision by a teacher.
Anyways, half the larger room (the left side) had Caved in and there was no telling what had happened To the people in the far right room. Perhaps they had Survived, it was definite that everyone else in this Left room was dead. How many people was that? Seven, Ten?
Ugh, my head still throbbed. It was almost Unbearable, what had I done to it? I'd heard it was Immature to call the dead the lucky ones, but right Now it seemed much better. I'd gotten migraines Before, but now, it was ten times ten worse.
As I walked out of the door, my headache worsened Farther beyond all thought, I stumbled but nobody Seemed to notice it. Maybe it was the radiation, Maybe it was the small fires, either way it made me Even more miserable. I began to sweat to the Enormous amount of heat, and my cuts stung at the Rich saltiness of my sweat.
Could I bear it any longer? Could I hold up any? More? Would Jan Girl notice my suffering?
I didn't have much tolerance for pain, as one could Tell. My brain felt swollen, almost like it wasn't' 'Breathing.' A strange sensation, having the feeling That your brain would 'pop' any second. I'd never had This kind of headache before. I needed serious Medical attention, maybe I'd go into a coma, or have a Concussion or something.
The injuries I'd suffered, the head wound and nose Bleed, reminded me of my youth.
When I was 10, I had my first migraine. It was a Genetic thing, everyone in my family had it. But not Like me. My headaches were different, they made me Forget things. It was like having amnesia every time I had an ache. And right now, I had no idea what Exactly had happened.
Of course, I knew that the room had fallen apart, That was obvious. And I knew about the schools Collapse, but I didn't remember it happing. The worse The migraine, the worse my memory gets.
I wondered how many people had come to school today That belonged to our computer club. There had to be Someone absent, although hardly any of us was tardy...
"Tyler, you all right?" Jan Girl asked me, of course In a weak way. She knew what I wanted in our Relationship, no use denying I had issues with Dominance. She seemed genually concerned, but I Didn't know, not anymore. After seeing the ruthless Side of her, even for a split second, I'd felt like I Didn't know her at all.
I ignored her.
I knew she would be pissed at the thought of my Ignorance of her existence at the moment, but I had Things to think about. I thought about a lot of Things, remembering stuff helped me bring back the recent memories I'd lost.
People used to just call me forgetful. That's why I chose to have a 'co-administrator' added to our little club last year. In the beginning there was me and about ten other students, and that year I realized I'd need help.
At first, I chose Brandon. He was the greatest person I could've picked. He was almost obsessive about the whole class. Every day I'd sit down at my computer, and emailed to me was a document of everything that had happened. Four people were banned that year. Mostly because of his genius organizational skills.
Brandon and I were looking forward to another year, we even had a new co-administrator, Jan Girl. She was mainly there to even everything out, the social leader. It was a long running joke between me and Brandon, actually. In case either of us ever turned against one and other.
Jan Girl turned out to be much more though, of course, and by that summer, we were dating. Secretly, of course. No need letting the new boardies in on this. But later that summer something happened. that no one could've predicted.
Brandon had been driving home from McDonalds on a Sunday night, three days before school was to start, when some teens decided to play a prank. They wanted to give him a scare, Urban Legend style. In the car were two former boardies, Animan and Marco. They were banned earlier in the year, thanks to Brandon again. They knew the risks involved, but they did it anyways. For some reason, with Animan at the wheel, they had decided to ram Brandon's car.
They had sped up and rammed him at 75 mph, right off A bridge. The had said it was an accident, but we knew. Animan had taken his banning pretty hard, and he had a temper on him. We all wondered if he'd been planning it all along.
There were many risks involved. Marco, for one, was paralyzed in the crash. He'd gone to the hospital and they said he'd be ok. But malpractice, and a few wrong shots, being identified as the wrong person, quickly killed him. In a matter of hours, Brandon and Marco were dead, and a killer got off free.
Sure, Animan had to pay a fine. He was sued by both Marco and Brandon's parents, but he was rich. Nothing could faze the guy, he could get away with anything, it seemed. Only a few minor scratches. It seemed impossible, only a few scratches when two people died. He seemed to just not care. Animan's name was cursed in our organization.
The beginning of the year was a hard one for us all. Ten new boardies showed us that we where somewhat recuperating, and that this new communications program just might work out.
But this 'explosion' had changed everything. Nobody would accept us now, our school was decimated, for all we knew. The death toll was what? Ten of us, the entire school? The entire town? How big was the damage, exactly? I'd overheard Jabu and Ukani talking before about earthquakes. I thought I heard an answer to the question Jabu had proposed to her, but maybe I was delusional.
"We've got to find some stairs to the top level of the basement." I looked at Pinzz. Her face showed concern, but I knew she only thought of herself.
I decided to myself that JG would be my only ally in this. I whispered in her ear.
"Pinzz can't be trusted." She looked at me, than at Pinzz for a moment and nodded. She understood. Pinzz was a threat to our survival.
I looked over, for maybe a second and saw Jabu. He had a puzzled look on his face as he watched me closely, and then quickly turned away. Did he hear? Well, who cares anyway? Judging by Pinzz's earlier actions, Jabu would figure her out.
And then I saw him.
Neomorpher was definitely dead, blood everywhere. Rubble had torn off fingers, and even half his leg. But the one thing that stood out above all else was the eye, or lack there of. A pipe had impaled through the back of his head and into an eye socket.
His eye still hung not one inch away from the pipe.
