Ok guys, I have FINALLY finished my exams!!!!!!!! YAAAAAAAAY!!!!!! ahem. Anyway, the bad news (for me at least) is that I might not be going overseas, so I will be able to update. If anything else changes and I DO end up going then I'll post here, k? Good.
ChickFlick Chapter 15
They climbed the ladder into the next room and looked at what it contained with dread, but also with hope. If they could just get past this one last obstacle...
But upon the sight, Pan blanched, and her mind was instantly jerked back to a memory from many, many years ago...
*~*~*~*[NB: This is Pan's memory].
A three-year-old Pan sat sulkily at the table in her kitchen. Knowing that she was powerful enough to protect herself, her parents had left her there while they went on a quick shopping trip. Before they left, Pan had said to Videl:
"Mummy, I'm hungry! Can I have something to eat? Pleeeaaaase?"
Videl had been in a hurry, so she answered,
"Sorry honey, not right now, mummy's about to go out. I'll buy you something from the shopping centre okay?" She bent down and gave her daughter a quick hug, then rushed off.
Eventually Pan's hunger and stubbornness got the better of her, and she started getting out the stuff she would need to make herself a ham sandwich. There was nothing smaller than a whole leg of ham in the house, so she got out a large butchering knife and tried to cut herself some slices. But the meat was slippery, and after a couple of tries, the knife glanced off the surface and cut straight and deep across her knuckles. She screamed and screamed. Videl and Gohan, sensing her rocketing ki, rushed home and took her straight to the doctor's to have her stitched up. She still had the scar... *~*~*~*
Snapping back to the present, Pan looked down at the vicious white streak across her left hand, then looked again at the room before her. She gulped.
There they were. Her worst fear; blades. This room consisted of a small short passageway. Certain obstacles were placed along this passageway. First, there was a straight blade, the whole length and width of the little passageway, chopping up and down quickly. Next were two pointed blades on opposite sides of the passage, like huge daggers. They sliced inward smoothly at the same time. Lastly there was a round chainsaw type blade, swinging like a pendulum from the ceiling, into slits in the walls on either side. And through all the wizzing blades, they caught a few glimpses of a door. The exit! (Or so they hoped).
Trying to sound brave, Eighteen said
"Ok. Let's get our sorry little butts outta this place." She stepped forward. There was no signpost here; it was obvious what they had to do. There was only a tiny sign saying:
"The Passage of Blades"
So Eighteen tensed in front of the first blade, ready to spring forward. It seemed she started to move even before the blade had done its downwards slice, but in the blink of an eye, she was on the othre side and facing the next blades; the pair of huge daggers, and, after them, the round 'chainsaw blade'.
Again, she waited for the right moment and leapt past, the blades snapping forward just a milli-second later. She felt the wind of them blowing on her back.
Now that Eighteen was closer, she could see that the round blade was a circle of metal edged all around with cruel spikes. It spun on its support as it swung back and forth, into the slits in both walls to keep up its momentum. And past it was the door. It drew her forward like an invisible force. She leapt, but the blade was swinging so fast that it cut a glancing blow to her back. She winced. Twisting her neck, she saw that there was a tear in the back of her T-shirt, and a fine red line was slashed across her skin. She glanced once at the door, but shook of the urge to go through it. Instead, she turned to the others.
Bulma came next, darting along quickly. When she reached Eighteen she had a worried look on her face.
"Are you alright?!"
"Yeah, I'm fine, the cut wasn't deep." said Eighteen, slightly embarrassed at all the fuss Bulma was making. They were both oblivious to the scene at the other end of the room.
Videl was preparing to go. She hugged Pan quickly.
"Don't worry, pan. I know you can do it." Pan tried to nod and smile confidently, but without much success. Knowing that there was nothing else she could do, Videl joined Bulma and Eighteen.
Pan felt very lonely as she saw her mother go. But she knew she had to follow. Past this obstacle was the way to... well, at least they would get out of the Temple, anyway.
Trying to act brave, as she always did, she stepped forward to glare in defiance at the first blade. Sucking in a deep breath, (and choosing to ignore the fact that it was wobbly), she darted forward under the first blade. Because her limbs were trembling, she landed on her knees. Angry at herself for showing weakness, Pan stood up and brushed herself off. A nervous sweat started to build up as she reached the next pair of blades. Now that she was closer, she could see that they had wicked, curving little hooks on their ends. She shuddered, but leapt forward again. Her timing was bad, and she just missed being ripped apart. Landing on her knees again, she gave a strangled whimper.
The pressure inside her was building up; she was surrounded by the blades now. The seemed to gleam at her in wicked anticipation. But there was only one more... She crossed her fingers as she prepared to spring past the last blade. She tensed to jump several times, but her fear always held her back. There was nothing for it. With a cry of desperation, she shut her eyes and leapt forward, not looking or caring where the swinging chainsaw blade was.
Luckily, she just missed it, but she got a cut down her back and her T-shirt was ripped.
She couldn't believe she was past. She simply couldn't believe it. She collapsed sobbing into her mother's arms. And for once, she didn't even care how brave she looked.
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Ok, I know this is really short but I haven't written anymore of my draft yet so... anyway, now that my exams are over I will have more time to write and go on the net.
ChickFlick Chapter 15
They climbed the ladder into the next room and looked at what it contained with dread, but also with hope. If they could just get past this one last obstacle...
But upon the sight, Pan blanched, and her mind was instantly jerked back to a memory from many, many years ago...
*~*~*~*[NB: This is Pan's memory].
A three-year-old Pan sat sulkily at the table in her kitchen. Knowing that she was powerful enough to protect herself, her parents had left her there while they went on a quick shopping trip. Before they left, Pan had said to Videl:
"Mummy, I'm hungry! Can I have something to eat? Pleeeaaaase?"
Videl had been in a hurry, so she answered,
"Sorry honey, not right now, mummy's about to go out. I'll buy you something from the shopping centre okay?" She bent down and gave her daughter a quick hug, then rushed off.
Eventually Pan's hunger and stubbornness got the better of her, and she started getting out the stuff she would need to make herself a ham sandwich. There was nothing smaller than a whole leg of ham in the house, so she got out a large butchering knife and tried to cut herself some slices. But the meat was slippery, and after a couple of tries, the knife glanced off the surface and cut straight and deep across her knuckles. She screamed and screamed. Videl and Gohan, sensing her rocketing ki, rushed home and took her straight to the doctor's to have her stitched up. She still had the scar... *~*~*~*
Snapping back to the present, Pan looked down at the vicious white streak across her left hand, then looked again at the room before her. She gulped.
There they were. Her worst fear; blades. This room consisted of a small short passageway. Certain obstacles were placed along this passageway. First, there was a straight blade, the whole length and width of the little passageway, chopping up and down quickly. Next were two pointed blades on opposite sides of the passage, like huge daggers. They sliced inward smoothly at the same time. Lastly there was a round chainsaw type blade, swinging like a pendulum from the ceiling, into slits in the walls on either side. And through all the wizzing blades, they caught a few glimpses of a door. The exit! (Or so they hoped).
Trying to sound brave, Eighteen said
"Ok. Let's get our sorry little butts outta this place." She stepped forward. There was no signpost here; it was obvious what they had to do. There was only a tiny sign saying:
"The Passage of Blades"
So Eighteen tensed in front of the first blade, ready to spring forward. It seemed she started to move even before the blade had done its downwards slice, but in the blink of an eye, she was on the othre side and facing the next blades; the pair of huge daggers, and, after them, the round 'chainsaw blade'.
Again, she waited for the right moment and leapt past, the blades snapping forward just a milli-second later. She felt the wind of them blowing on her back.
Now that Eighteen was closer, she could see that the round blade was a circle of metal edged all around with cruel spikes. It spun on its support as it swung back and forth, into the slits in both walls to keep up its momentum. And past it was the door. It drew her forward like an invisible force. She leapt, but the blade was swinging so fast that it cut a glancing blow to her back. She winced. Twisting her neck, she saw that there was a tear in the back of her T-shirt, and a fine red line was slashed across her skin. She glanced once at the door, but shook of the urge to go through it. Instead, she turned to the others.
Bulma came next, darting along quickly. When she reached Eighteen she had a worried look on her face.
"Are you alright?!"
"Yeah, I'm fine, the cut wasn't deep." said Eighteen, slightly embarrassed at all the fuss Bulma was making. They were both oblivious to the scene at the other end of the room.
Videl was preparing to go. She hugged Pan quickly.
"Don't worry, pan. I know you can do it." Pan tried to nod and smile confidently, but without much success. Knowing that there was nothing else she could do, Videl joined Bulma and Eighteen.
Pan felt very lonely as she saw her mother go. But she knew she had to follow. Past this obstacle was the way to... well, at least they would get out of the Temple, anyway.
Trying to act brave, as she always did, she stepped forward to glare in defiance at the first blade. Sucking in a deep breath, (and choosing to ignore the fact that it was wobbly), she darted forward under the first blade. Because her limbs were trembling, she landed on her knees. Angry at herself for showing weakness, Pan stood up and brushed herself off. A nervous sweat started to build up as she reached the next pair of blades. Now that she was closer, she could see that they had wicked, curving little hooks on their ends. She shuddered, but leapt forward again. Her timing was bad, and she just missed being ripped apart. Landing on her knees again, she gave a strangled whimper.
The pressure inside her was building up; she was surrounded by the blades now. The seemed to gleam at her in wicked anticipation. But there was only one more... She crossed her fingers as she prepared to spring past the last blade. She tensed to jump several times, but her fear always held her back. There was nothing for it. With a cry of desperation, she shut her eyes and leapt forward, not looking or caring where the swinging chainsaw blade was.
Luckily, she just missed it, but she got a cut down her back and her T-shirt was ripped.
She couldn't believe she was past. She simply couldn't believe it. She collapsed sobbing into her mother's arms. And for once, she didn't even care how brave she looked.
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Ok, I know this is really short but I haven't written anymore of my draft yet so... anyway, now that my exams are over I will have more time to write and go on the net.