Chapter 2: Big Rock Thingy

Bending down had eased the slight dizziness in my head. Unfortunately, it hadn't stopped me from evacuating my bowels through the upward motion.

At least it wasn't the downward way.

The quaking had stopped around five minutes ago, yet, as I was still bent down, I hadn't heard a single thing, nothing, no screaming, no sirens, not even a surprised exclamation of what the fuck was that? From a surprised, drunken, homeless passer-by, that we sometimes got around campus.

It was silent.

Wow…people are really deep sleepers.

Looking down, still bent over, I noticed how green and chunky my sick was and…wait, when did I have sweet corn?, noticing the yellow bits, I quickly stepped back to avoid getting the slowly moving green, chunky(and questionable sweet corn infested) slime on my old grey pumps.

Slowly I eased back to the standing upright position, and walked a few steps, (Obviously not in the direction of my puke). Coming to the conclusion that my head was no longer swimming, I looked in the direction of where the fallen meteorite might have landed. I couldn't see any smoke or dust in the moonlight coming from the direction of what I expected, was the crash site.

I couldn't see the rugby field or the large posts either, but the dark path in front with only slightly blossoming cherry blossom trees, that were a few feet in front of me and were only just slightly illuminated by the light of the lamp post next to me, on either side of the path, was the only thing I could really see. But I knew that straight ahead was the direction I should go if I wanted to get to the sports field, where the meteorite might have landed.

All the lamp posts, except the one I had been clinging too, had gone off during the impact of the falling space rock, and had since, stayed off.

I really wished at that moment, Clara was here.

My best friend, she'd know what to do; after all she had gone to America to study these types of spacey things. And what I secretly thought was a way, for her, to learn how to become master of the universe.

But, no. I was alone.

No Clara, no Avengers, not even my teddy, scrums.

Like always…

If I go, it will be life changing, it could even change my destiny, and take me out of this dreary English coastline city, that for about a year now, I've called home.

Taking a deep breath, I clogged my feet along the dusty grey path, keeping my head down to avoid seeing the overwhelming darkness that upon sight, would surely set off the worst of my paranoiac and irrational fears, and headed in the direction of the Rugby field.

"Hm, the quake turned the street lights off, but turned the fields flood lights on?" the sound of my voice slightly broke the silence, which made me feel a little better about being on my own, in the dark and the tightly packed in alleyway which had led me to the entrance of the sports field.

Looking past the green wrought iron fence, that was barring my access to the field, I could see the crash site, and it looked bad.

Like, really bad.

Like, when you accidently fart in a lift, that's crowded, bad.

The meteorite had scarred the land at least a good, hundred feet across, leaving chunks of earth strewn across the area. It had even knocked one of the large white posts over; it all looked a little post-apocalyptic.

I felt sorry for the person who has to clean that mess up.

My sudden awkward burst of laughter, at the thought in head, indicated, to me, that I was nervous, badly. Stepping back, I got a clear look at the big ass chunky lock that was blocking my entrance, there's no way I can pick that. Starting to shrug off my backpack, I eyed the big pointy spikes that adorned the top of the fence; they were at least a foot big at the top, obviously, they there to keep hooligans out and from getting free access to the field, like what I was doing... Crap, they were super pointy. And looked super sharp. Nestling my bag nearby the damned, blocked entrance, I started to climb, getting my footing on a horizontal bar. Wait, come on Katie, you want to be an aspiring scientist, don't you? Well, this is the find, of a life time, you need to take notes, at least.

"Stupid brain" grumbling, I jumped off the bar and quickly looking through my bag with a rush of adrenaline, which I suspect came from the fact that I'm so close to discovering a meteorite or even a new element. I found a little note book near the bottom, it had mostly doodles that I done in class but I guess it'll be okay, and a pencil, slightly snubbed down, but still okay. I quickly put the little note book in my right jean pocket, and the pencil in the other.

Damn, the pencil, is digging into me.

I knew I shouldn't have put on my skinny jeans today.

Getting back on the horizontal bar, I reached for the slightly higher up one near the top. Pulling myself up with my arms, so that my chin was now level with the bar, I can now bring my knees up to my chest, whoa that was easy, usually I'm bad at this gym stuff but for some reason right, now I feel like a body builder, hmm, must be the adrenaline. Quickly placing my feet flat on the vertical bars and certain that I had a good grip, because I pretty much don't want to end up with a face full of spike in the morning, I straightened my legs.

Don' t look down, don't look down.

Come on, come on, vault your leg up, quick breath intake, I quickly swung my foot into the gap between the two spikes and quickly placed my weight onto that foot lifting my other foot onto the next gap to my left.

Mental fist pump.

Wow, I feel like an owl perched up here… this is what Hawkeye must feel like. Whoa that's a long way down. The ground is six feet down below, and my ass is hovering over a spike, hmm, I can't climb down the way I climbed up, it was too fiddly and I could see myself falling and breaking my neck. Shit, I'm going to have to jump.

Crap, am I meant to keep my legs straight or bent when I jump?

Crap, I'll just guess.

Quick inhale, quick exhale, quick inhale… Crap, I'll have a panic attack in a minute if I keep doing this, because that breathing is making my heart hurt a bit. Alright I'll jump after 3…

"One…two…thr…oh fuck it" I jumped, using energy to push me more away from the gate than upwards so I wouldn't catch myself on the spikes. The rush of air through my fingers and hair caused my stomach to do a little jump of its own. BEND YOUR LEGS, my body reacted to that mental shout almost too slow as I felt something solid come underneath my feet.

Good guess, bending the legs was the way to go.

Even though I had successfully landed on my feet, from jumping off the fence, it hadn't stopped gravity or force from pushing me on my ass. I quickly got up using the last bit of momentum I had I pushed myself up onto my feet. Crap, I must've landed hard because there was a shooting pain going down the bottom bit of my spine and ass bone. I'm so going to have a bruise in the morning.

After brushing off the dust at the back of my jeans, I set off, at jogging speed, to the crater. Almost accidently tumbling down the slightly steep hill, that encircled the two almost joining rugby and football field, I found I was closer to the tail of the long impact streak than the actual meteorite itself. So I'll start there…

I was thankful that the impact had actually set of the flood lights, because I could navigate my way through the wreckage site of broken, upheaved, brown earth. I looked around, it seemed as if, only the actually rugby field itself, was the only thing that had really been disturbed. The few dark green trees, that were around, were swaying slightly in the absent breeze, undeterred from, quite, recent events, the grass was more bathed in light than the trees by the flood lights, so I could see they were more light and yellow, from the supposed recent spring drought we were having down here.

The crater streak was at least a foot deep down, as I noted in my notepad that I took during from my reflection of the area, as I was walking towards the crater. I guess I'll have to do yards.

Step

"One", step, "two…" I started counting the steps as I made my way towards the meteorite, following the streak.

"One hundred and one", step, "And one hundred and two, there, done" the tip of my shoe was just touching the edge of the large rock; I quickly noted the number down and looked up. "Gulp" wow that's a big space rock thing. It was rusty coloured with silver, slightly jagged, patches. I used my fingers, to measure across, by doing an inaccurate estimate of inches, and across the rock it was around 15 inches, and height wise it was around 20 inches. After writing the numbers in my notepad I tucked it back into my pocket with the pencil.

What now?

I wanna touch it. The thought was impulsive and intrusive in a way that my body almost lurches forward with my hand out in front and my fingers spread for the feel of the hard rock next to me, if it wasn't for the memory of the documentary I had watched with Clara. I distinctly remember the bit about meteorites,

"…what you need to know about fallen meteorites is that they have just come from the vacuum of space, where it is colder than the artic, and even though they have just crashed through the atmosphere in a ball of supernova heat, the core rock will still be below -100 degrees, which could freeze your entire limb with a single touch in a way much quicker than liquid nitrogen…"

'Groan'

Wait was that my stomach? No. I looked…

Wow…

Wow…

The meteorite was glowing. The glow was a light, beautiful aquatic blue which streaked across the rock in a manner of a way that veins are arranged on our hearts or wrists. The light was a terrifying type of enchanting, like the feeling of watching lighting when you're young, scared but unable to turn away. The glowing veins seemed to be pulsing with a beat, glowing bright one second than dim the other. I couldn't resist now…

I'm about to greet something, that might be living, in my Captain America T-shirt.

The rock had a rough gravely texture, and was cool to the touch but not the type of cool that freezes your hand off, it was a nice type of cool.

I quickly jumped back when the rock started to vibrate uncontrollable, flinching with my arm covering my eyes when the sound of breaking rock reached my ears. Only a few pebbles grazed my arm. The rock had somehow erupted with the top half in pieces. But at that moment I didn't care about the top half, I didn't care about anything in the world except the bottom half of the meteorite, and what it held.

It was a cube, the most beautiful cube. It had slight carvings of Celtic symbols, I think, it was cloudy blue and it was so beautiful. I didn't even try and stop my hand this time, the rock had been cold this was warm.

Was it vibrating? Not in a way a phone vibrates but the way a person does when they're cold or tired, the way life vibrates, when it's waking up.

A white light instantly covers the vision of my eyes, I can't see, I can't see…that's when a pain shoots up my hand and arm, from where I had been touching the cube…

Blackness…

When everything goes numb and I collapse onto the hard ground, in that instance just before I fainted, I remembered…

I had sweet corn on my pizza, yesterday.

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