Herea nice, short chapter that all of you can hate me for is. Soon, it will get really hard to update, because I need to plot out month one to make it interesting, one day, or week, at a time.
-Miaulin
Chapter 4: Scream...
People say you remember important events all your life. This is true. A wire. I remember with distinct detail the wire that I fell over. It was orange, and Mom had ordered them last week. The wire was the reason I fell. That and my clumsiness. The button was another thing I remembered with ease. It was next to a red button, and it was just a shade or two lighter than the myrtle tree's leaves at the park. I felt the tug on my foot and looked down. I saw the wire. The orange it was colored was ugly, I remember thinking... I started to tip forward as I fell, and held out my hand to stop myself. It pressed that green button. It went down with a distinct click, as my senses went into hyperdrive. Every sound was a gunshot, and every thought was as loud as a yell. I hit the metal of the portal hard. Sam and Tucker looked horrified, but that meant little to me. Not yet. Because the grid of wires that lined the walls started to glow. I struggled up.
"Get out of there, Danny!" Sam was a background voice compared to my thoughts.
Getoutgetoutgetoutgetoutnow! That green is kind of pretty. If you get hit by a portal with more than a hundred thousand volts of electricity...Move! I'm gonna die! Do ghosts exist?
My mind was working so fast that I couldn't process my own thoughts. I made it to my knees. Then I was on my feet, sprinting, but nowhere mere fast enough. The green wires started to send out blue-white electricity that hit me hard. I was burning. Pain was my world and stripped me down to the barest of existences. Only the moment was all I thought of. An odd green glow, ectoplasm. I couldn't think. Painpainpain! makeitstopplease! Nomore! ColdPainScreamNooo... Everything was green for the seconds that I was aware, then black oblivion welcomed me and death was what I thought of and wanted. No, I can't die now, Sam and Tucker need me. I struggled away from my pit of death and the world faded into color for brief seconds before I hit the floor of the lab, and darkness overtook my vision, the last I heard being a gasp...
The button down there looks like you should press it...Review. Suggest events for month one! Please write lots of ideas, and remember, while not a threat, if you give me reviews and ideas for the month he's about to get, I will update faster than otherwise. Thanks! Ps. I'll also give you credit.
-Miaulin
