Okay, sorry, I have had major writer's block here, but, I just had the
greatest idea, and, yeah. Oh, and for further reference, until I get out of
school, these chapters aren't going to be coming in as much, seeing that I
have finals and crap like that. ^_^ Peace out, my peepoles! ~shadow
Chapter 11 – Secrets Are Best Kept as Such
Ed and Naota barreled out of the building, headed for the crowd already forming around the injured Spike. They murmured amongst themselves, but a tremendous thunderclap silenced them, followed by another, then another, then, finally came the rain. Naota felt the slight plip-plopping of the raindrops, sporadic at first, then constant, then heavy. "A perfect setting..." a kid said cynically. "Somebody call an ambulance!" another screamed at the top of his lungs. "I already did." Naota said, dazed. Ed, meanwhile, was fighting through the crowd, trying to get to Spike. The blaring of the ambulance sirens made themselves heard, and for a moment, all attention went to the street. They were still many blocks away. The task at hand was to see how the could stop the bleeding. Spike's eyes opened for a second, slightly glazed over, and very confused. "Spike- person!" Ed said, trying to get him to regain consciousness. He looked at the younger girl. "Damn..." he muttered, barely audible, even to Ed, who by this time was standing right next to him. Spike groaned loudly and tried to sit up, but since the wound was in his side, he fell right back over, doubled up in pain. The sky was a dark as night and the rain was now coming out in torrents. Meanwhile the sirens were getting louder and louder as a lightening bolt lit up the sky, revealing to the people of how much blood painted the ground. It reminded Naota of ketchup; the thick kind that he always put on his French-fries. Ed was trying to ease the older boy's pain, but Spike was gasping for breath, barely even able to breathe. He felt himself slipping in and out of consciousness, barely even hearing Ed's urging for him to keep trying. 'What is that noise..." he thought to himself. The ambulance was now directly in front of the school, and, by this time, even the teachers and principal had come out to see what all the noise was about. The murmuring of the growing crowd got even louder when the ambulance workers pulled him into the van. Ed ran up to one of them. "Edward has to come!" she said, pointing at herself. "Spike-person is Ed's brother and Ed has to be there!" The man nodded, and she hopped in the back.
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"Carey..." he began. "Go away. I..." "You WHAT?!!" the girl, Carey, said. She collapsed into tears on his chest. "You don't like me!?!" He started to pull away. "Spike!" Carey called, following him. She grasped onto his arm with a pleading look on her face. "I'm just not ready..." Carey just wrapped her arms around his neck. "Why?" she said, kissing him. "She's dead now." Spike shifted uncomfortably. She continued on. "You were to good for her." She said, making the kiss deeper with every other word. "You didn't need her, Spike, she needed YOU..." Spike shoved her off of him. "Enough." he said, barely suppressing his anger. "How the hell could you say those things? She was your friend." Carey laughed harshly. "She stole you from me, Spike. The day I was going to tell you that I liked you, SHE came along and took you away..." Spike glared at her. "You make me sick." he spat. "You shouldn't speak ill of the dead. Get the hell away from me, you little bitch."
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Spike shifted slightly. He lazily opened one eye and looked around. He was in a frighteningly sterile and white hospital room. There was an IV in his arm. "What the hell do they have me drugged up on...dreaming of Carey of all people..." He lay there, bored for a while, until finally his boredom got the better of him. "CAN I GET A DOCTOR IN HERE!" he bellowed, his voice reverberating in the empty hospital hallway. He started fuming. "Here I am, BLEEDING to fuckin' death, and no fuckin' doctors are even around to help me." "Calm down!" said a familiar, bored voice. "They're coming. They said they'd be back in soon, just went to get you your lunch." Spike turned to the source of the voice. Sitting in the chair nearby was a dark-haired boy. Spike amusedly smirked at the teen. "What are you doing here?" Spike asked calmly. "Felt like it." the kid said matter-of factly. "Came by after school." He stood up and calmly wrung out his rain-soaked shirt and hair. "It's pouring out there, by the way. It was a lot worse when they came to pick you up. Ed rode along, but I don't know where she is now...I just got here myself." "What time is it, anyway, Nandaba?" he muttered. Naota shrugged. "Look at the clock. It's around 5:30, I guess." He got up and leaned nonchalantly in the doorway. "I'm going to see if I can find Edward."
Ed was sitting down in the waiting area, talking with the easily recognizable form of detective Black, when Naota found her. Ed turned around and saw him, then ran over to him, drowning him in questions. ".... Is everything okay? Did Naota-kun see him? How'd Naota-kun get in? Is Spike- person awake?" Naota tried to get away, but Ed kept following him, rambling on, talking faster and faster. "Does he need something? Does Naota-kun need something? When will Spike-person get out? Did they-" "ENOUGH!" he shouted. "Yes. Yes. I said I was related. Yes. Yeah, the doctor. No. I don't know, and I neither heard, nor WANTED to hear the last one." Jet stood transfixed at the two teens exchange. "Edward." he called. Ed turned around. "Yes?" "I'll talk to you later, okay."
Okay, I know its short, but, I need to get ready for the play practice. I know it's short, and, just for further reference to those people who harass me about the length **coughorishiicoughcough**, the chapters are GOING to be short, so leave me alone!
Chapter 11 – Secrets Are Best Kept as Such
Ed and Naota barreled out of the building, headed for the crowd already forming around the injured Spike. They murmured amongst themselves, but a tremendous thunderclap silenced them, followed by another, then another, then, finally came the rain. Naota felt the slight plip-plopping of the raindrops, sporadic at first, then constant, then heavy. "A perfect setting..." a kid said cynically. "Somebody call an ambulance!" another screamed at the top of his lungs. "I already did." Naota said, dazed. Ed, meanwhile, was fighting through the crowd, trying to get to Spike. The blaring of the ambulance sirens made themselves heard, and for a moment, all attention went to the street. They were still many blocks away. The task at hand was to see how the could stop the bleeding. Spike's eyes opened for a second, slightly glazed over, and very confused. "Spike- person!" Ed said, trying to get him to regain consciousness. He looked at the younger girl. "Damn..." he muttered, barely audible, even to Ed, who by this time was standing right next to him. Spike groaned loudly and tried to sit up, but since the wound was in his side, he fell right back over, doubled up in pain. The sky was a dark as night and the rain was now coming out in torrents. Meanwhile the sirens were getting louder and louder as a lightening bolt lit up the sky, revealing to the people of how much blood painted the ground. It reminded Naota of ketchup; the thick kind that he always put on his French-fries. Ed was trying to ease the older boy's pain, but Spike was gasping for breath, barely even able to breathe. He felt himself slipping in and out of consciousness, barely even hearing Ed's urging for him to keep trying. 'What is that noise..." he thought to himself. The ambulance was now directly in front of the school, and, by this time, even the teachers and principal had come out to see what all the noise was about. The murmuring of the growing crowd got even louder when the ambulance workers pulled him into the van. Ed ran up to one of them. "Edward has to come!" she said, pointing at herself. "Spike-person is Ed's brother and Ed has to be there!" The man nodded, and she hopped in the back.
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"Carey..." he began. "Go away. I..." "You WHAT?!!" the girl, Carey, said. She collapsed into tears on his chest. "You don't like me!?!" He started to pull away. "Spike!" Carey called, following him. She grasped onto his arm with a pleading look on her face. "I'm just not ready..." Carey just wrapped her arms around his neck. "Why?" she said, kissing him. "She's dead now." Spike shifted uncomfortably. She continued on. "You were to good for her." She said, making the kiss deeper with every other word. "You didn't need her, Spike, she needed YOU..." Spike shoved her off of him. "Enough." he said, barely suppressing his anger. "How the hell could you say those things? She was your friend." Carey laughed harshly. "She stole you from me, Spike. The day I was going to tell you that I liked you, SHE came along and took you away..." Spike glared at her. "You make me sick." he spat. "You shouldn't speak ill of the dead. Get the hell away from me, you little bitch."
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Spike shifted slightly. He lazily opened one eye and looked around. He was in a frighteningly sterile and white hospital room. There was an IV in his arm. "What the hell do they have me drugged up on...dreaming of Carey of all people..." He lay there, bored for a while, until finally his boredom got the better of him. "CAN I GET A DOCTOR IN HERE!" he bellowed, his voice reverberating in the empty hospital hallway. He started fuming. "Here I am, BLEEDING to fuckin' death, and no fuckin' doctors are even around to help me." "Calm down!" said a familiar, bored voice. "They're coming. They said they'd be back in soon, just went to get you your lunch." Spike turned to the source of the voice. Sitting in the chair nearby was a dark-haired boy. Spike amusedly smirked at the teen. "What are you doing here?" Spike asked calmly. "Felt like it." the kid said matter-of factly. "Came by after school." He stood up and calmly wrung out his rain-soaked shirt and hair. "It's pouring out there, by the way. It was a lot worse when they came to pick you up. Ed rode along, but I don't know where she is now...I just got here myself." "What time is it, anyway, Nandaba?" he muttered. Naota shrugged. "Look at the clock. It's around 5:30, I guess." He got up and leaned nonchalantly in the doorway. "I'm going to see if I can find Edward."
Ed was sitting down in the waiting area, talking with the easily recognizable form of detective Black, when Naota found her. Ed turned around and saw him, then ran over to him, drowning him in questions. ".... Is everything okay? Did Naota-kun see him? How'd Naota-kun get in? Is Spike- person awake?" Naota tried to get away, but Ed kept following him, rambling on, talking faster and faster. "Does he need something? Does Naota-kun need something? When will Spike-person get out? Did they-" "ENOUGH!" he shouted. "Yes. Yes. I said I was related. Yes. Yeah, the doctor. No. I don't know, and I neither heard, nor WANTED to hear the last one." Jet stood transfixed at the two teens exchange. "Edward." he called. Ed turned around. "Yes?" "I'll talk to you later, okay."
Okay, I know its short, but, I need to get ready for the play practice. I know it's short, and, just for further reference to those people who harass me about the length **coughorishiicoughcough**, the chapters are GOING to be short, so leave me alone!