A/N: "Touching Spirit Bear" is a real book. It's also quite good.
Follow Me
A gun.
Dementor had a gun. Was he going to shoot me? Yes. Long answer: Yes, of course. God, I HATE HIM!!!! I wish I had the strength to...AAAAAAAARGH! More electric bolts. More. God. IT HURTS! "Sydney. Make your choice. Join me or die."
"No. I will NOT join you."
"It's a shame." He fired the gun two inches above my head. Dang. "Well, I'm out of bullets." He said, and that was that. Wait.....that was THAT? I snorted. Apparently, he didn't like that so much. He reloaded his gun. Note to self: NEVER SNORT IN FRONT OF SUPERVILLAINS! The bullet grazed my shoulder. I winced. It hurt, a lot. GOD! "Am I out of bullets already? Well, I guess this will just have to do." He pressed the button again and volts pulsed through my body as I shut my eyes tightly. I opened my eyes, right as opportunity knocked at the door. Sam, Des, Kristy, Josh, Scott, and Ron had infiltrated the room I was in. Score! "Syd! Run for it!" Sam commanded.
"What about you guys?"
"We'll be fine! Dementor won't hurt his own daughter!"
"Okay." I escaped. Luckily for me, Dementor and his henchmen were preoccupied. I was now outside. It was beautiful. I decided to make a run for it in case Bonnie decided to show her face again. I was somewhere near 20 miles away from the lair complex when I fell. I had tripped over a root stuck in the ground. My ankle twisted around with a sickening crack, and I screamed. Screaming probably wasn't my best reaction, I should have stayed quiet!
Bonnie rushed out. Fortunately, my ankle was NOT broken as I had originally thought (lucky frickin' me, huh?). I pulled my miniaturized hoverboard, my ankle still sort of throbbing, and enlarged it. I leapt on...that didn't work so well. I let out a scream of pain as I realized my ankle couldn't support my weight. I bent down on my knees, hoping that would ease the pain, and rode my hoverboard like a surfboard...HOLY CRAP!
Bonnie was right on my tail....ah...crap. She leapt from her hovercraft and onto mine. Her electricity surged through the metal casing of my hoverboard. In shock, I backed up...off of the hoverboard. As luck would have it, I was only about ten or fifteen feet above the ground at the time. My luck ended there....there was a fairly high cliff near where I had landed. I was rolling down it at top speed, my neck sore from hitting a jutting rock.
Some twenty or so minutes later, the rolling ceased. I crashed to the bottom of the hill, on my back, in some stupid muddy puddle. As I sat there, I felt like Cole Matthews, the kid from "Touching Spirit Bear", which I had read last month. I remember the events like it was yesterday...
It was March 9, year two-thousand four. I was reading the book, nearly finished. "Syd!" I looked up. It was Sam. "Yeah?"
"Do you want any lasagna?"
"Sure."
"What's that book you're reading?" She asked as she passed me my plate of lasagna (my FAVORITE food, aside from Bueno Nacho).
"'Touching Spirit Bear.'" I responded. "It's about a teenage kid who gets sent to a juvenile detention center, but then ends up going to Alaska to be banished. It's really good, you should read it."
"Cool." At that exact moment, Ron ran in. His hair was a lot more messy than it usually was. "Ron! What's up?" I greeted.
"S-Syd...Y-you better co-come qu-quick!" He panted. "I...found...s- something...."
"What is it?" I got up, leaving the book on the coffee table.
"Come on." He left. I followed.
He led me down the hall to the room that Ms. Kenn had strictly prohibited us from seeing. "....She locked it." Ron said, with a hint of dismay in his voice.
"Hold on." I flared my hands up, and sliced through the door. We entered. It was dark, and cold. It was like a laboratory. There were orange liquids of all different volumes and containers surrounding the lab, and I wanted to leave. I was scared...where were we? I wondered what was going on...Then, something stepped out of the shadows. Wait...someONE. It was.....me? Huh? What the....No time to think about that now! There are clones of me going out into the world...
Crap. Ooh, crap. The clone's hand flared up, a bright, vibrant, menacing orange, such as I would normally supply, but in excessive amounts. Oh, dang. I let some kind of war growl escape my throat as I flared up my own hands. Then, I sort of blacked out. When I had walked past the administration offices to get out to my car, I had passed Ms. Kenn. Ooh, very bad luck there. "What happened to your eye?" She inquired. My eye had been swollen shut once the clone punched me. "Hockey incident." I lied.
"You don't play hockey." She responded, a hint of disbelief in her voice.
"I tried it. I didn't like it so much."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"All right then."
That was a close one. Very close. The next day, we were captured. Hmph. It was actually a bit of an improvement on what was happening to me now. We had some food, some bedding....not nearly enough, of course, but enough for us to survive. I stopped thinking for a second, long enough to get up on my feet. The only thing I succeeded in doing was injuring myself further. I gasped and winced as I collected the strength and perseverence that I needed to get up.
I pulled out my hoverboard, which has never failed me before. I sailed through fifty feet of evergreen trees, without fail, then trouble arose. My hoverboard's tailpipe started smoking and it sailed off without me. Luckily, I was able to hang on to a tree branch.
For the time being, at least...
Triple fricking crap.
Follow Me
A gun.
Dementor had a gun. Was he going to shoot me? Yes. Long answer: Yes, of course. God, I HATE HIM!!!! I wish I had the strength to...AAAAAAAARGH! More electric bolts. More. God. IT HURTS! "Sydney. Make your choice. Join me or die."
"No. I will NOT join you."
"It's a shame." He fired the gun two inches above my head. Dang. "Well, I'm out of bullets." He said, and that was that. Wait.....that was THAT? I snorted. Apparently, he didn't like that so much. He reloaded his gun. Note to self: NEVER SNORT IN FRONT OF SUPERVILLAINS! The bullet grazed my shoulder. I winced. It hurt, a lot. GOD! "Am I out of bullets already? Well, I guess this will just have to do." He pressed the button again and volts pulsed through my body as I shut my eyes tightly. I opened my eyes, right as opportunity knocked at the door. Sam, Des, Kristy, Josh, Scott, and Ron had infiltrated the room I was in. Score! "Syd! Run for it!" Sam commanded.
"What about you guys?"
"We'll be fine! Dementor won't hurt his own daughter!"
"Okay." I escaped. Luckily for me, Dementor and his henchmen were preoccupied. I was now outside. It was beautiful. I decided to make a run for it in case Bonnie decided to show her face again. I was somewhere near 20 miles away from the lair complex when I fell. I had tripped over a root stuck in the ground. My ankle twisted around with a sickening crack, and I screamed. Screaming probably wasn't my best reaction, I should have stayed quiet!
Bonnie rushed out. Fortunately, my ankle was NOT broken as I had originally thought (lucky frickin' me, huh?). I pulled my miniaturized hoverboard, my ankle still sort of throbbing, and enlarged it. I leapt on...that didn't work so well. I let out a scream of pain as I realized my ankle couldn't support my weight. I bent down on my knees, hoping that would ease the pain, and rode my hoverboard like a surfboard...HOLY CRAP!
Bonnie was right on my tail....ah...crap. She leapt from her hovercraft and onto mine. Her electricity surged through the metal casing of my hoverboard. In shock, I backed up...off of the hoverboard. As luck would have it, I was only about ten or fifteen feet above the ground at the time. My luck ended there....there was a fairly high cliff near where I had landed. I was rolling down it at top speed, my neck sore from hitting a jutting rock.
Some twenty or so minutes later, the rolling ceased. I crashed to the bottom of the hill, on my back, in some stupid muddy puddle. As I sat there, I felt like Cole Matthews, the kid from "Touching Spirit Bear", which I had read last month. I remember the events like it was yesterday...
It was March 9, year two-thousand four. I was reading the book, nearly finished. "Syd!" I looked up. It was Sam. "Yeah?"
"Do you want any lasagna?"
"Sure."
"What's that book you're reading?" She asked as she passed me my plate of lasagna (my FAVORITE food, aside from Bueno Nacho).
"'Touching Spirit Bear.'" I responded. "It's about a teenage kid who gets sent to a juvenile detention center, but then ends up going to Alaska to be banished. It's really good, you should read it."
"Cool." At that exact moment, Ron ran in. His hair was a lot more messy than it usually was. "Ron! What's up?" I greeted.
"S-Syd...Y-you better co-come qu-quick!" He panted. "I...found...s- something...."
"What is it?" I got up, leaving the book on the coffee table.
"Come on." He left. I followed.
He led me down the hall to the room that Ms. Kenn had strictly prohibited us from seeing. "....She locked it." Ron said, with a hint of dismay in his voice.
"Hold on." I flared my hands up, and sliced through the door. We entered. It was dark, and cold. It was like a laboratory. There were orange liquids of all different volumes and containers surrounding the lab, and I wanted to leave. I was scared...where were we? I wondered what was going on...Then, something stepped out of the shadows. Wait...someONE. It was.....me? Huh? What the....No time to think about that now! There are clones of me going out into the world...
Crap. Ooh, crap. The clone's hand flared up, a bright, vibrant, menacing orange, such as I would normally supply, but in excessive amounts. Oh, dang. I let some kind of war growl escape my throat as I flared up my own hands. Then, I sort of blacked out. When I had walked past the administration offices to get out to my car, I had passed Ms. Kenn. Ooh, very bad luck there. "What happened to your eye?" She inquired. My eye had been swollen shut once the clone punched me. "Hockey incident." I lied.
"You don't play hockey." She responded, a hint of disbelief in her voice.
"I tried it. I didn't like it so much."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"All right then."
That was a close one. Very close. The next day, we were captured. Hmph. It was actually a bit of an improvement on what was happening to me now. We had some food, some bedding....not nearly enough, of course, but enough for us to survive. I stopped thinking for a second, long enough to get up on my feet. The only thing I succeeded in doing was injuring myself further. I gasped and winced as I collected the strength and perseverence that I needed to get up.
I pulled out my hoverboard, which has never failed me before. I sailed through fifty feet of evergreen trees, without fail, then trouble arose. My hoverboard's tailpipe started smoking and it sailed off without me. Luckily, I was able to hang on to a tree branch.
For the time being, at least...
Triple fricking crap.