Jay All right here is the first Chapter. the only problem is that I can't
remember Rowen's parents' names, so if you know them let me know what they
are and I'll change what I have. At the moment, I'm using Sarah for Rowen's
mother. I haven't had to use his father's name yet.
Flame But if you let her know she would greatly appreciate it, and maybe
she'll get out chapter's faster.
Jay Hey, I never said that.
Flame I know, but it doesn't matter, cause my word is law.
Jay-__- ! . Ok.. Whatever..
Flame Once again, Jay don't' own anything. though I think she would love
a little Rowen to torture on her ow..
Jay Shut up.. Here's the story..
Rowen sighed as he unpacked his last box. His family had just moved back to Japan. They had lived there when he was a child, but when he had turned 12 they had moved to New York. He glanced around his room; everything was neat and orderly, just as his parents wanted it. His parents. Rowen sighed again at that thought. Lately, his parents had been acting strangely. Nothing big, just different. something was off, he just couldn't put his finger on it. He let the thought flow from his mind as he put away his last few items.
Rowen's mother knocked on the door before she opened it and came in. "Rowen, it's time for your checkup. You may finish with your room once we're done." Rowen sighed than followed his mother out the door. How he despised his "checkups". He didn't understand why his parents insisted on giving him a checkup. Though it could hardly be called a checkup. Honestly, he felt like some test subject being made to jump through hoops as his parents stood by and wrote down notes.
He continued to follow his mother up the stairs to the third floor of the house they had bought. The entire floor had been turned into a lab of some sorts. The entire house confused Rowen, though. He had thought it over and thought of all possibilities, but there should have been no way his parents could afford the house. Sure they were scientists, but they didn't have a constant flow of money coming in. He had asked his parents about it, but they had just become silent for a moment before telling him not to worry about it and to just be happy for the blessings he was given.
Rowen let his thoughts shift to the present as he sat himself on a metal table. The cold metal went right through his jeans and he had to hold in a yelp at the touch. His parents started out as normal with the usual checking of his reflexes, eyes, nose, and such. It was like getting a check up from the doctor, but that is where the similarities ended.
His mother guided him over to a tank filled with water and he removed his clothes till he was standing in only his swimming trunks, which he had put on earlier. He climbed up the ladder on the side of the tank and after testing the water jumped in. He took a breath of air before letting himself sink to the bottom where he made himself comfortable for the next several minuets. Supposedly, this was to increase his lung capacity. He would remain in the bottom of the tank until he heard the buzzer or could hold his breath no longer. He closed his eyes and let his body relax in a type of meditation that he had taught himself. 5 minutes passed.. 7. 9. at this point Rowen was struggling to continue to remain calm and hold his breath, but he wouldn't be able to for much longer. Finally the buzzer turned on at 12 minutes and he shot up to the surface gulping in air as he reached the top. He climbed out of the tank and shot a glare at his mother and father. That had been pushing it; they had never gone beyond 9 minutes. He was about to speak when his father interrupted.
"Don't give me that look, you could have come up any time you wanted. We wanted to see if you were able to hold your breath for longer though. The results are intriguing Sarah, it is just as we thought." His father said with a slightly excited tone. "We'll have to do more tests to be sure, but the results of this test look promising."
Even though Rowen was used to them speaking as though he wasn't there or if he was only some test subject, he could not help but wince. It hurt to know that he would never be more than a way to expand science to his parents. Sure he was always provided for, but it always seemed that it was never out of love, more out of a necessity.
His father threw him a towel as he was directed over to his next test. It was another glass chamber, but this one was empty. Rowen walked in the door and sighed as it was shut behind him. He knew in his mind that what his parents put him through was inhumane and they might even be put in jail for it. The problem was that in these moments he had his parents full attention, and sometimes they would even get excited by something he would do. He felt that this was how he could make them proud, that is all he really wanted, for his parents to be proud of him. Well, that and the fact that he was quite used to these tests by now. They had always been there; he guessed they had started them when he was a baby, for he did not remember a time without them.
A red lamp turned on about his head. He could feel the warmth emitting from it. He took in a deep breath and prepared himself. If the reaction he had seen from his parents from his first test had show anything, it was that they would be pushing him to new limits today. The chamber began to get warmer and warmer rapidly. It was burning up now, he was beginning to sweat and his breath was getting caught in his throat. His eyes began to glaze over and he swore he could see the very air burning.
With heavy eyes and struggled breaths he looked over to where the temperature was being gauged. 179 degrees. Darn it, he began to wonder if his parents were actually trying to kill him. His head felt lightheaded and the room began spinning, the meter now read 190 degrees. He felt he couldn't take anymore and for a split second thought he was going to actually die. Than the heat vanished. The door opened and he greedily drank in the fresh, cool air. He stepped out of the chamber and collapsed to his knees, still breathing heavily. He slowly regained his footing and once he was balanced on his feet he glared furiously at his parents who were standing next to the control panel discussing their results. A quiet snarl left his lips, but it was enough to catch his parents' attention.
"Rowen, you should be used to this by now, there is no reason for your behavior." His father spoke quietly, yet had a reprimanding tone in it.
"No reason, I could have died!" He yelled, than cursed loudly.
His mother strode over to him and gave him a quick and hard slap to the face. "Watch your language, young man. Stop being so dramatic, we were observing you the entire time you were fine. Now, move along to the next station." His mother scolded.
Rowen had to hold back the tears. she had hit him. Sure it had only hurt a little, but she had never raised a hand to him before. Numbly he moved to the next station. He quickly remembered what was expected of him next and held back a sigh. This may very well be his least favorite. It wasn't so much the task in itself; it was the combination of this one and the heat test. He quietly stepped into the next chamber.
Almost the second the door shut behind him the temperature dropped. Heat followed by extremely cold temperatures, it always sent a shock to his nerves. He repressed a shiver at the cold wind blowing around him. The temperature dropped quickly and mercilessly. Some irrational part of his mind whimpered and asked quietly how the wind could be so cruel, didn't it realize he come close to burning up only moments before? It was irrational, of course the wind, the air, wouldn't pay him any mind. It was not a conscious being, it was simply doing as his parents were commanding. Yet somewhere inside him, he felt betrayed. As if the very air was supposed to be his friend, his ally, or his protector. And here was the wind blowing harshly freezing him to the very core of his bones.
His skin had long passed the point of being numb. Now it simply shivered in an attempt to restore the feeling that had long been replaced by a tingling sensation. His body was beginning to shut down and in a half detached way he glanced at the temperature gauge. -160 degrees, was it really that cold? He shouldn't be able to still be alive in that temperature, something whispered in his head. Ice crystals at one point had formed over his body, but it had long passed the point where even ice could form.
He could feel his systems shutting down and slowly, sluggishly turned his gaze to his "parents", goodness they weren't even looking at him, they were looking at the results coming up on the computer screen. He felt as though he were having an out of body experience, as he watched his father sigh than push several buttons turning off the machine. The wind stopped and the door to the chamber opened. Rowen simply collapsed forward. He lay unmoving on the ground. His mother calmly walked over and touched his neck to feel for a pulse. "He's still alive." She said in an emotionless tone.
His father walked over and picked him up, "That will be all for today." Then he was carried to his room, placed on his bed, and left alone as his parents walked out. Out of his room. as they always did. they always leave him.
Flame So what you think?? This is her first time writing a story as we have already said. and she has no clue how she is doing.. So reviews would be greatly appreciated. Thanks again!
Rowen sighed as he unpacked his last box. His family had just moved back to Japan. They had lived there when he was a child, but when he had turned 12 they had moved to New York. He glanced around his room; everything was neat and orderly, just as his parents wanted it. His parents. Rowen sighed again at that thought. Lately, his parents had been acting strangely. Nothing big, just different. something was off, he just couldn't put his finger on it. He let the thought flow from his mind as he put away his last few items.
Rowen's mother knocked on the door before she opened it and came in. "Rowen, it's time for your checkup. You may finish with your room once we're done." Rowen sighed than followed his mother out the door. How he despised his "checkups". He didn't understand why his parents insisted on giving him a checkup. Though it could hardly be called a checkup. Honestly, he felt like some test subject being made to jump through hoops as his parents stood by and wrote down notes.
He continued to follow his mother up the stairs to the third floor of the house they had bought. The entire floor had been turned into a lab of some sorts. The entire house confused Rowen, though. He had thought it over and thought of all possibilities, but there should have been no way his parents could afford the house. Sure they were scientists, but they didn't have a constant flow of money coming in. He had asked his parents about it, but they had just become silent for a moment before telling him not to worry about it and to just be happy for the blessings he was given.
Rowen let his thoughts shift to the present as he sat himself on a metal table. The cold metal went right through his jeans and he had to hold in a yelp at the touch. His parents started out as normal with the usual checking of his reflexes, eyes, nose, and such. It was like getting a check up from the doctor, but that is where the similarities ended.
His mother guided him over to a tank filled with water and he removed his clothes till he was standing in only his swimming trunks, which he had put on earlier. He climbed up the ladder on the side of the tank and after testing the water jumped in. He took a breath of air before letting himself sink to the bottom where he made himself comfortable for the next several minuets. Supposedly, this was to increase his lung capacity. He would remain in the bottom of the tank until he heard the buzzer or could hold his breath no longer. He closed his eyes and let his body relax in a type of meditation that he had taught himself. 5 minutes passed.. 7. 9. at this point Rowen was struggling to continue to remain calm and hold his breath, but he wouldn't be able to for much longer. Finally the buzzer turned on at 12 minutes and he shot up to the surface gulping in air as he reached the top. He climbed out of the tank and shot a glare at his mother and father. That had been pushing it; they had never gone beyond 9 minutes. He was about to speak when his father interrupted.
"Don't give me that look, you could have come up any time you wanted. We wanted to see if you were able to hold your breath for longer though. The results are intriguing Sarah, it is just as we thought." His father said with a slightly excited tone. "We'll have to do more tests to be sure, but the results of this test look promising."
Even though Rowen was used to them speaking as though he wasn't there or if he was only some test subject, he could not help but wince. It hurt to know that he would never be more than a way to expand science to his parents. Sure he was always provided for, but it always seemed that it was never out of love, more out of a necessity.
His father threw him a towel as he was directed over to his next test. It was another glass chamber, but this one was empty. Rowen walked in the door and sighed as it was shut behind him. He knew in his mind that what his parents put him through was inhumane and they might even be put in jail for it. The problem was that in these moments he had his parents full attention, and sometimes they would even get excited by something he would do. He felt that this was how he could make them proud, that is all he really wanted, for his parents to be proud of him. Well, that and the fact that he was quite used to these tests by now. They had always been there; he guessed they had started them when he was a baby, for he did not remember a time without them.
A red lamp turned on about his head. He could feel the warmth emitting from it. He took in a deep breath and prepared himself. If the reaction he had seen from his parents from his first test had show anything, it was that they would be pushing him to new limits today. The chamber began to get warmer and warmer rapidly. It was burning up now, he was beginning to sweat and his breath was getting caught in his throat. His eyes began to glaze over and he swore he could see the very air burning.
With heavy eyes and struggled breaths he looked over to where the temperature was being gauged. 179 degrees. Darn it, he began to wonder if his parents were actually trying to kill him. His head felt lightheaded and the room began spinning, the meter now read 190 degrees. He felt he couldn't take anymore and for a split second thought he was going to actually die. Than the heat vanished. The door opened and he greedily drank in the fresh, cool air. He stepped out of the chamber and collapsed to his knees, still breathing heavily. He slowly regained his footing and once he was balanced on his feet he glared furiously at his parents who were standing next to the control panel discussing their results. A quiet snarl left his lips, but it was enough to catch his parents' attention.
"Rowen, you should be used to this by now, there is no reason for your behavior." His father spoke quietly, yet had a reprimanding tone in it.
"No reason, I could have died!" He yelled, than cursed loudly.
His mother strode over to him and gave him a quick and hard slap to the face. "Watch your language, young man. Stop being so dramatic, we were observing you the entire time you were fine. Now, move along to the next station." His mother scolded.
Rowen had to hold back the tears. she had hit him. Sure it had only hurt a little, but she had never raised a hand to him before. Numbly he moved to the next station. He quickly remembered what was expected of him next and held back a sigh. This may very well be his least favorite. It wasn't so much the task in itself; it was the combination of this one and the heat test. He quietly stepped into the next chamber.
Almost the second the door shut behind him the temperature dropped. Heat followed by extremely cold temperatures, it always sent a shock to his nerves. He repressed a shiver at the cold wind blowing around him. The temperature dropped quickly and mercilessly. Some irrational part of his mind whimpered and asked quietly how the wind could be so cruel, didn't it realize he come close to burning up only moments before? It was irrational, of course the wind, the air, wouldn't pay him any mind. It was not a conscious being, it was simply doing as his parents were commanding. Yet somewhere inside him, he felt betrayed. As if the very air was supposed to be his friend, his ally, or his protector. And here was the wind blowing harshly freezing him to the very core of his bones.
His skin had long passed the point of being numb. Now it simply shivered in an attempt to restore the feeling that had long been replaced by a tingling sensation. His body was beginning to shut down and in a half detached way he glanced at the temperature gauge. -160 degrees, was it really that cold? He shouldn't be able to still be alive in that temperature, something whispered in his head. Ice crystals at one point had formed over his body, but it had long passed the point where even ice could form.
He could feel his systems shutting down and slowly, sluggishly turned his gaze to his "parents", goodness they weren't even looking at him, they were looking at the results coming up on the computer screen. He felt as though he were having an out of body experience, as he watched his father sigh than push several buttons turning off the machine. The wind stopped and the door to the chamber opened. Rowen simply collapsed forward. He lay unmoving on the ground. His mother calmly walked over and touched his neck to feel for a pulse. "He's still alive." She said in an emotionless tone.
His father walked over and picked him up, "That will be all for today." Then he was carried to his room, placed on his bed, and left alone as his parents walked out. Out of his room. as they always did. they always leave him.
Flame So what you think?? This is her first time writing a story as we have already said. and she has no clue how she is doing.. So reviews would be greatly appreciated. Thanks again!