Him and Not Me
Thank you to the ONE person who sent me a chapter two, luckily it's a good one. Please send in a chapter 3, I don't particularly want to have the same author for more than one chapter at a time. This is by Mew-Xena. Thanks.
CHAPTER TWO
Opportunity Cost: The cost of an alternative that must be forgone in order to pursue a certain action.
"Ready Rodney?" Liam called over his shoulder, as his nimble fingers finished off the bow. He could barely keep his wide eyes off the ice ahead of him, the orbs glinting though with eagerness or cold, it could not be decided. Wind played fiercely with his chestnut hair and nipped his taunt checks red.
There is no such thing as opportunity cost.
"Yes, that's a yes, I'm ready." Liam ducked his head to hide the grin. He glanced sidelong as his twin brother skated smoothly behind him. The same eyes smiled back at him, aqua where his were deep, deep navy. Ice shifted under them as fishermen drove across the ice. Skating swiftly, the two boys flew alongside one such truck, ice chips spraying from their feet.
Mark Johnson chuckled at the boys, glove covered hands relaxed at the steering wheel. His maroon truck slid along the frozen tundra, white rain dancing through it's environment.
It was then that Mr. Johnson spotted the patch.
For each decision, another dimension is born, different paths where each choice is selected.
It loomed up ahead, the water flirting along the ice edge, tantalizingly. Simple instincts told Mark that if he crossed that patch, he would be swimming with the fish. Now his hands gripped the steering wheel. The racing beat of his heart echoed through his head. Yet, somehow, he forced himself to breath. Hazel eyes flicked frantically from side to side.
The only way to survive was to turn. But the two boys, the two laughing, care free boys, fluttered at the edge of his window. They skated, one on his right, one on his left, unsuspecting.
But…there! On his left, the lad was quicker. Mark's only hope was to slow down enough to turn after him. His feet itched to slam the brake, even as his panicking mind sent images of the maroon vehicle flipping over.
Mark turned, but it wasn't slow enough.
The vision of those aqua eyes, wide in horror, would haunt his dreams for the rest of his life.
Dimensions where wars may be fought.
Liam only had enough time to see the truck turn before his skate caught hold of a rough spot. The ground rushed up to meet him, and on the horizon of his vision, Liam could see his brother, and the red death that flowed like water.
Worlds may be destroyed.
Paramedics found Mark Johnson, slumped over the steering wheel. With all the speed that experience brings, they unbuckled him and rushed him to the ambulance.
A young boy was found to the right of the car, his chestnut hair stained with blood. Now fueled by more then experience, the trained professionals could only work. Work and pray. It was with great joy that the cut was found to be shallow.
Plagues may wreak havoc.
"Hey! We have another one over here!"
Heroes may succumb to dark temptation…
Liam awoke to strange faces. Ghostly voices whispered to him, offering comforts, gifting solitudes, but skirting around the true question.
"My…brother…"
The ghostly face hesitated then shook his head.
Or die.
"RODNEY!"
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