Standing in a long hallway of a large public school filled with
hundreds of teenagers. Looking down at his white Adidas shoes with black
strips. Looking up again at all of the kid's faces. Seeing himself walking
in the crowd going unnoticed with a black backpack on his back. It was him
from his sophomore year of high school. He watched himself walk right past
him. None of the kids even knew he was there. All of them were doing what
they normally did during their school passing time; talking to friends,
wandering around, digging in their lockers. Then a familiar face of a
young teenage girl caught his eye. There she was walking down the hall
with her friend next to her. That girl, that blond haired and green-eyed
girl was his first true love that crushed his heart. He knew she still
loved him, but that girl walking with his love. She was to blame. She was
the foot that stomped on his heart, the girl he loved, was only the tool.
Katrina, the girl who destroyed him. She stopped in the middle of the
filled hallway. She began to look him in the eyes; she smiled an evil
grin. She began to age six years within ten seconds.
"Hello," a voice filled with hate rang from Katrina.
She levitated off the floor as the school surrounding vanished. It was only white. No walls, only emptiness expanding forever. There was only Katrina; her hair began to fly around as if she were in a violent windstorm.
"Fight me. You poor excuse of a man!" Katrina screamed.
Shane's arms raised up to his head level with his palms facing up. His eyes turned solid back as he floated of the white floor; "It's time to pay for what you did to us!"
Katrina looked into Shane's eyes as she began to laugh. Fire formed in her hands, electricity zapped around her body, her skin turned to metal, her hair into water. She peered into Shane's soul.
"Shane McGovern, your time is now."
Shane's eyes rapidly changed colors. Sky blue, black, blood red, dark green, white, and mercury silver.
They shoot towards each other, faster and faster.
~~~~~~~~~
Shane shot up in his bed, sweating, and panting heavily. Whipping the sweat from his for head he looked over to the alarm clock with red flashing numbers. He then looked at the window seeing only a strong summer storm roaring outside. He got out of his bed and walked out of his dark room. He walked down the halls that were flashing with light every time a bullet of lightning would go off. Soon enough he was in the kitchen. He sat down on a barstool and looked at the small hidden fridge in an open cabinet door. Shane concentrated on the lock of the fridge. It turned and a small collection of bottled beer was inside. He held his hand open as one shoot into his hand.
"So that's where Logan keeps them." Jean walked into the kitchen in a dark red rob.
"Can't sleep?"
"No, Scott's talking in his sleep again."
"What about?" Shane asked as he pulled a stool back a little for Jean to sit.
"I think the plane thing from when he was younger. Why are you up?"
"No reason."
"Hello," a voice filled with hate rang from Katrina.
She levitated off the floor as the school surrounding vanished. It was only white. No walls, only emptiness expanding forever. There was only Katrina; her hair began to fly around as if she were in a violent windstorm.
"Fight me. You poor excuse of a man!" Katrina screamed.
Shane's arms raised up to his head level with his palms facing up. His eyes turned solid back as he floated of the white floor; "It's time to pay for what you did to us!"
Katrina looked into Shane's eyes as she began to laugh. Fire formed in her hands, electricity zapped around her body, her skin turned to metal, her hair into water. She peered into Shane's soul.
"Shane McGovern, your time is now."
Shane's eyes rapidly changed colors. Sky blue, black, blood red, dark green, white, and mercury silver.
They shoot towards each other, faster and faster.
~~~~~~~~~
Shane shot up in his bed, sweating, and panting heavily. Whipping the sweat from his for head he looked over to the alarm clock with red flashing numbers. He then looked at the window seeing only a strong summer storm roaring outside. He got out of his bed and walked out of his dark room. He walked down the halls that were flashing with light every time a bullet of lightning would go off. Soon enough he was in the kitchen. He sat down on a barstool and looked at the small hidden fridge in an open cabinet door. Shane concentrated on the lock of the fridge. It turned and a small collection of bottled beer was inside. He held his hand open as one shoot into his hand.
"So that's where Logan keeps them." Jean walked into the kitchen in a dark red rob.
"Can't sleep?"
"No, Scott's talking in his sleep again."
"What about?" Shane asked as he pulled a stool back a little for Jean to sit.
"I think the plane thing from when he was younger. Why are you up?"
"No reason."