On Second Thought
By Jacksrumrunner
Author's note: Well, you may have thought the impossible is going to happen. But hey, it
happened in "Minority report" so why can't it happen in this here fan fiction? If you don't
get it I won't spoil it for you...you'll get it soon enough or I'll explain to you at the
end of this chapter. So I said yeah...here's chapter two!
Yes, and by the way...if you haven't see "Minority report", you should. As you may notice,
this chapter is very inspired by that movie. And also read the book 1980 by George Orwell!
Sands's POV
Finally the operation is over. I'm not allowed to take the bandages off my face for a
while. The bitch doctor from hell said that if I take them off, it may effect the
results. But it didn't kill me so it probably worked...right? Fuck. I have no moral
support in this fucking world. But atleast now I can have my job back. Disabled? I'm
not disabled anymore. I hope. The bitch doctor from hell gave me a temporary apartment
made for my needs. I guess that means for people who can't see. Well fuck her. I may
not be able to see, but I've killed more people blind then when I could see. And now that
I may be able to see again, I'm intent on changing all that. I'm ready to be on the top.
And I intend to stay on the top.
3rd Person
Hours Later...
Sands had fallen asleep in his temporary apartment. Although the bed was only feet away,
he fell asleep on the chair. He woke up with a stiff neck.
"Only 6 more days" he said out loud to silence. He realized how hungry he was. He got up
and stumbled over to the fridge. He opened the door and the cool flooded over his body.
He reached into the fridge to grab out some type of edible something(a/n I ran out of vocab
ulary, as you can tell...). He pulled out a bottle of something. He opened the lid and
poured some down his throat. He immediately spit it out.
"Sour Milk" he said again to silence. He had lost his appetite. Not knowing were anything
else was, he stumbled back into his chair and fell asleep.
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Please review!
By Jacksrumrunner
Author's note: Well, you may have thought the impossible is going to happen. But hey, it
happened in "Minority report" so why can't it happen in this here fan fiction? If you don't
get it I won't spoil it for you...you'll get it soon enough or I'll explain to you at the
end of this chapter. So I said yeah...here's chapter two!
Yes, and by the way...if you haven't see "Minority report", you should. As you may notice,
this chapter is very inspired by that movie. And also read the book 1980 by George Orwell!
Sands's POV
Finally the operation is over. I'm not allowed to take the bandages off my face for a
while. The bitch doctor from hell said that if I take them off, it may effect the
results. But it didn't kill me so it probably worked...right? Fuck. I have no moral
support in this fucking world. But atleast now I can have my job back. Disabled? I'm
not disabled anymore. I hope. The bitch doctor from hell gave me a temporary apartment
made for my needs. I guess that means for people who can't see. Well fuck her. I may
not be able to see, but I've killed more people blind then when I could see. And now that
I may be able to see again, I'm intent on changing all that. I'm ready to be on the top.
And I intend to stay on the top.
3rd Person
Hours Later...
Sands had fallen asleep in his temporary apartment. Although the bed was only feet away,
he fell asleep on the chair. He woke up with a stiff neck.
"Only 6 more days" he said out loud to silence. He realized how hungry he was. He got up
and stumbled over to the fridge. He opened the door and the cool flooded over his body.
He reached into the fridge to grab out some type of edible something(a/n I ran out of vocab
ulary, as you can tell...). He pulled out a bottle of something. He opened the lid and
poured some down his throat. He immediately spit it out.
"Sour Milk" he said again to silence. He had lost his appetite. Not knowing were anything
else was, he stumbled back into his chair and fell asleep.
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Please review!