Legacy
Chapter Three:
Little did I know, but my dad was one of those crazed lunatics from outer space trying to take over the world. And I was his pawn. Geez, what else is new?
I rolled over in my sleep restlessly. Surprisingly in a story like this the night was calm and the skis were clear. Curse that moon! Even if I were a wolf I most certainly would not be wasting my breath howling all night long. But alas, it wasn't the moon that was keeping me awake. It was my subconscious mind. Most definitely I knew something was going on in the back of my head but I didn't have the physic logic to realize it.
My door was ajar, and in the deep dark hallway outside my door I heard footsteps. They were soft and quit, barely hearable. I wondered for a moment if it was my dad walking off some cheep beer. It had been awhile since he had done himself in.
My eyes twitched but I didn't move. My breathing stilled and I listened. The unknown noises stopped. I suddenly heard a faint click. It was so quiet. Was I imagining these things? I had never before, not even as a child. I was never afraid of the monster underneath my bed, well if you don't count the dirty year-old gym socks.
There was another faint click and then a sharp clamp. It almost sounded like a jar lid sealing on the jar. The theme from Jaws hit my head and stuck like glue. This is ridiculous! I grabbed a flashlight from my nightstand and clicked it on. I saw a small object scatter away from the light. Of course it moved too fast for me to see what it was.
I looked around for any signs of the object and found nothing. There was over a million places it could hide in my bedroom. I clicked off the flashlight and tossed it on the floor. My eyes went to my door. I picked up the flashlight and threw it at the door, which caused it to slam into the wall, rolled over and went back to sleep.
~*~
"Sky! Sky!"
Bang, bang, bang!
My ears cringed and my brain sparked like fire. What the heck was he banging on my door for? I gave him his privacy. What's wrong with parents? Do they not get that maybe once in awhile they could "let loose" a bit?
"The heck?" I murmured dragging myself up on my knees. Suddenly my support gave way and I fell flat on my hardwood floor. My chin hit the flashlight.
"Sky! Sky! It's 8:30 son! What are you doing in there?"
"Maybe I'm trying to wake up properly." I told him through the door, which he was still banging his fist on. I looked at my hands. They looked bigger, no built more. The heck? I tried to stand on my feet, but found that I was too weak to try. I grabbed my nightstand and pulled myself up with a great deal of effort.
"What's wrong with me?" I muttered quietly. I suddenly saw my reflection in a shard of broken glass. I stared in disbelief. Since when was I in such shape? I never exercised. Well I mean I never really had too. I was strong and that was good enough for me. I looked at my waist. Dang, I had killer abs, but since when?
"Sky are you alright in there?!" My dad yelled. I stood away from the dresser and found that I could stand on my feet again without falling. I stared in shock into the shard of glass. I was now in the same shape I was yesterday. What devil had suddenly cursed my life? I picked up the shard of glass and looked it over. It was an ordinary piece of glass. I shook my head and threw it aside.
The door banged a couple of times and then I opened it just as my dad was raising his fist.
"Yes?" I asked calmly. My father was looking surprised as if he expected the moon to fall down ontop of me.
"I just wanted to know if you were alright. Why weren't you answering?"
"Why were you banging on my door with a fork?" I asked noticing the bent fork in his left hand. My father looked at his fist and then at my body.
"Nothing." He said quickly with a smile. He swallowed hard and a little bit of sweat glistened on his forehead. "You haven't changed." He smiled weakly and returned to the kitchen. "You'll need a note for school wont you?"
"I guess." I replied hanging on my doorframe.
"Go get ready then. I'll be ready in five."
* ssp47's Corner * Thanks ya'll for reviewing! Sorry it takes so long to update. I'll try and speed it up.
Chapter Three:
Little did I know, but my dad was one of those crazed lunatics from outer space trying to take over the world. And I was his pawn. Geez, what else is new?
I rolled over in my sleep restlessly. Surprisingly in a story like this the night was calm and the skis were clear. Curse that moon! Even if I were a wolf I most certainly would not be wasting my breath howling all night long. But alas, it wasn't the moon that was keeping me awake. It was my subconscious mind. Most definitely I knew something was going on in the back of my head but I didn't have the physic logic to realize it.
My door was ajar, and in the deep dark hallway outside my door I heard footsteps. They were soft and quit, barely hearable. I wondered for a moment if it was my dad walking off some cheep beer. It had been awhile since he had done himself in.
My eyes twitched but I didn't move. My breathing stilled and I listened. The unknown noises stopped. I suddenly heard a faint click. It was so quiet. Was I imagining these things? I had never before, not even as a child. I was never afraid of the monster underneath my bed, well if you don't count the dirty year-old gym socks.
There was another faint click and then a sharp clamp. It almost sounded like a jar lid sealing on the jar. The theme from Jaws hit my head and stuck like glue. This is ridiculous! I grabbed a flashlight from my nightstand and clicked it on. I saw a small object scatter away from the light. Of course it moved too fast for me to see what it was.
I looked around for any signs of the object and found nothing. There was over a million places it could hide in my bedroom. I clicked off the flashlight and tossed it on the floor. My eyes went to my door. I picked up the flashlight and threw it at the door, which caused it to slam into the wall, rolled over and went back to sleep.
~*~
"Sky! Sky!"
Bang, bang, bang!
My ears cringed and my brain sparked like fire. What the heck was he banging on my door for? I gave him his privacy. What's wrong with parents? Do they not get that maybe once in awhile they could "let loose" a bit?
"The heck?" I murmured dragging myself up on my knees. Suddenly my support gave way and I fell flat on my hardwood floor. My chin hit the flashlight.
"Sky! Sky! It's 8:30 son! What are you doing in there?"
"Maybe I'm trying to wake up properly." I told him through the door, which he was still banging his fist on. I looked at my hands. They looked bigger, no built more. The heck? I tried to stand on my feet, but found that I was too weak to try. I grabbed my nightstand and pulled myself up with a great deal of effort.
"What's wrong with me?" I muttered quietly. I suddenly saw my reflection in a shard of broken glass. I stared in disbelief. Since when was I in such shape? I never exercised. Well I mean I never really had too. I was strong and that was good enough for me. I looked at my waist. Dang, I had killer abs, but since when?
"Sky are you alright in there?!" My dad yelled. I stood away from the dresser and found that I could stand on my feet again without falling. I stared in shock into the shard of glass. I was now in the same shape I was yesterday. What devil had suddenly cursed my life? I picked up the shard of glass and looked it over. It was an ordinary piece of glass. I shook my head and threw it aside.
The door banged a couple of times and then I opened it just as my dad was raising his fist.
"Yes?" I asked calmly. My father was looking surprised as if he expected the moon to fall down ontop of me.
"I just wanted to know if you were alright. Why weren't you answering?"
"Why were you banging on my door with a fork?" I asked noticing the bent fork in his left hand. My father looked at his fist and then at my body.
"Nothing." He said quickly with a smile. He swallowed hard and a little bit of sweat glistened on his forehead. "You haven't changed." He smiled weakly and returned to the kitchen. "You'll need a note for school wont you?"
"I guess." I replied hanging on my doorframe.
"Go get ready then. I'll be ready in five."
* ssp47's Corner * Thanks ya'll for reviewing! Sorry it takes so long to update. I'll try and speed it up.