This is chapter TWO of Velocity... I'm not sure if ONE decided to show up yet
or is still being pigheaded... so give it a bit longer, but if you don't want
to spoil I, then don't read this! Really! Because it has lots of things
that you would need chapter ONE to understand...
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VELOCITY, Second Lap
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Dedication:: Nosilla. I'm sorry it won't show up, I'm still trying to fix it. The second is decides to stop being shy I'll let you know. Thanks for the review! By the way, I really Liked Holy Holes! I hope you update really soon!
Disclaimer:: I do not own Holes. This isn't really about Holes, but I don't own Twitch. So I don't own Holes. So don't sue me. The only character of Louis's I used was Twitch, the rest were all mine or based on people I know.
Date Typed:: February 12
Contact:: Currently, there are FIVE ways to contact me, meaning THERE IS NO REASON YOU SHOULDN'T!!! Firstly, you can review here, that is the most common way. Or I can be AOL instant messaged at *I Hug Squirrels*, without the stars. If you don't have aim, then you can email me at Happysushi1353@yahoo.com. Otherwise, feel free to comment in my Dead journal (link on bio) or Neo-Mail me, at neopets.com.
Authors Notes:: None to date, but I'm trying to fix chapter ONE so it will actually sow up on the server... I don't know if it's Fanfiction.net or my document... but if you check below everything, it says
*CHAPTERS: ONE, WORDS: 1128*
So it's not my fault that I know of! Please keep reading, I hope to have yet another longish chapter of this and a couple more of Cold For September, my slash fic, up by tomorrow. I love hearing from you, so keep on reviewing!
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"5."
Stephen reared the engine one last, time, now he would need to save the gas hydrate for the CO2 drive.
"4."
Brian buckled himself into his seat, his hands shaking nervously. He smiled at his brother who was behind the wheel and felt the butterflies flipping pancakes in his stomach.
"3."
"2."
He took one last breath of fresh air and gripping the side of the leather seat, digging his nails in for all he was worth.
"1!"
Stephen slammed his foot into the pedal and Brian found himself being pushed against the seat. The butterflies must've decided they didn't want pancakes, now he felt nothing but the pressure. Glancing quickly at the Speedometer and was shocked o see it reach nearly 187.
"Brian, check the CO2 levels, Finch is coming up behind us fast and he already used his. How much longer can we hold?"
Brain stared down at the grid in front of him.
"Long as you need."
"Go now."
Brian pressed the little yellow button and was pushed back into the seat even worse than before. It was like a roller coaster. Turning to try and see Finch, he could see the aqua flame come out of the tail pipe and smiled happily as Finch and Gamy disappeared into tiny dots. Stephen turned to see them go too.
To bad he didn't see the curve in the street.
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Brian woke up to cool white light. He could almost feel the air around him and could taste the thick white, cloud like substance that surrounded him. Every now and then a small shock would come to him, and make the clouds get further and further away. He could hear people calling someone's name. He wanted to open his eyes.
Tried so hard.
"Brian. Talk to me. Brian?"
Who was this Brian? And why were they calling him? Couldn't they se he was sleeping. Wait. He was Brian. He was Brian and he had been racing with Stephen.
He felt the electricity again and it jolted him upright, forcing his eyes open. A small woman in a white uniform stood over him, a cluster of others behind her, holding the electrical irons they used to shock people hearts into working again. They were in a white room, with beeping monitors and buzzing scrrens.
"He's up!" she called. Placing a pillow behind him, "can you talk to me Brian?"
"Stephen..."
She frowned.
"Get him into a bed and changed, NOW! I want him washed up and set in a clean room. No visitors, no television, nothing. He needs rest and regurgitation."
He felt the wheels under his bed turn and watched at the gaggle of men in white wheeled him down yet another bright corridor.
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While Brian was going through all of this, the fire crews were still trying to get Stephen out of the car. It had taken them that long just to unhook the CO2 drive, and now they were trying to pry the door open so Stephen could be pulled out. The jaws of life had already been tried, but they wouldn't work.
Stephen had no hope.
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Well, there chapter TWO! I hope it actually shows up, chapter One is making me SOOO MAD!
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VELOCITY, Second Lap
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Dedication:: Nosilla. I'm sorry it won't show up, I'm still trying to fix it. The second is decides to stop being shy I'll let you know. Thanks for the review! By the way, I really Liked Holy Holes! I hope you update really soon!
Disclaimer:: I do not own Holes. This isn't really about Holes, but I don't own Twitch. So I don't own Holes. So don't sue me. The only character of Louis's I used was Twitch, the rest were all mine or based on people I know.
Date Typed:: February 12
Contact:: Currently, there are FIVE ways to contact me, meaning THERE IS NO REASON YOU SHOULDN'T!!! Firstly, you can review here, that is the most common way. Or I can be AOL instant messaged at *I Hug Squirrels*, without the stars. If you don't have aim, then you can email me at Happysushi1353@yahoo.com. Otherwise, feel free to comment in my Dead journal (link on bio) or Neo-Mail me, at neopets.com.
Authors Notes:: None to date, but I'm trying to fix chapter ONE so it will actually sow up on the server... I don't know if it's Fanfiction.net or my document... but if you check below everything, it says
*CHAPTERS: ONE, WORDS: 1128*
So it's not my fault that I know of! Please keep reading, I hope to have yet another longish chapter of this and a couple more of Cold For September, my slash fic, up by tomorrow. I love hearing from you, so keep on reviewing!
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"5."
Stephen reared the engine one last, time, now he would need to save the gas hydrate for the CO2 drive.
"4."
Brian buckled himself into his seat, his hands shaking nervously. He smiled at his brother who was behind the wheel and felt the butterflies flipping pancakes in his stomach.
"3."
"2."
He took one last breath of fresh air and gripping the side of the leather seat, digging his nails in for all he was worth.
"1!"
Stephen slammed his foot into the pedal and Brian found himself being pushed against the seat. The butterflies must've decided they didn't want pancakes, now he felt nothing but the pressure. Glancing quickly at the Speedometer and was shocked o see it reach nearly 187.
"Brian, check the CO2 levels, Finch is coming up behind us fast and he already used his. How much longer can we hold?"
Brain stared down at the grid in front of him.
"Long as you need."
"Go now."
Brian pressed the little yellow button and was pushed back into the seat even worse than before. It was like a roller coaster. Turning to try and see Finch, he could see the aqua flame come out of the tail pipe and smiled happily as Finch and Gamy disappeared into tiny dots. Stephen turned to see them go too.
To bad he didn't see the curve in the street.
###
Brian woke up to cool white light. He could almost feel the air around him and could taste the thick white, cloud like substance that surrounded him. Every now and then a small shock would come to him, and make the clouds get further and further away. He could hear people calling someone's name. He wanted to open his eyes.
Tried so hard.
"Brian. Talk to me. Brian?"
Who was this Brian? And why were they calling him? Couldn't they se he was sleeping. Wait. He was Brian. He was Brian and he had been racing with Stephen.
He felt the electricity again and it jolted him upright, forcing his eyes open. A small woman in a white uniform stood over him, a cluster of others behind her, holding the electrical irons they used to shock people hearts into working again. They were in a white room, with beeping monitors and buzzing scrrens.
"He's up!" she called. Placing a pillow behind him, "can you talk to me Brian?"
"Stephen..."
She frowned.
"Get him into a bed and changed, NOW! I want him washed up and set in a clean room. No visitors, no television, nothing. He needs rest and regurgitation."
He felt the wheels under his bed turn and watched at the gaggle of men in white wheeled him down yet another bright corridor.
###
While Brian was going through all of this, the fire crews were still trying to get Stephen out of the car. It had taken them that long just to unhook the CO2 drive, and now they were trying to pry the door open so Stephen could be pulled out. The jaws of life had already been tried, but they wouldn't work.
Stephen had no hope.
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Well, there chapter TWO! I hope it actually shows up, chapter One is making me SOOO MAD!
