Post by {×ÏÑk§tÊ®88×} on Sept 30, 2007 21:15:24 GMT -5
((a new story...please be kind!))
Demi walked along the sandwich street bridge,dragging a hockey bag full of money that was much to big for her to carry.
She walked along at a slow pace,dodging the on-coming traffic.
She squealed and almost got hit,dropping the back off the bridge...and then some starving homeless kid looked at it,and dove in the river to get it.
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i looked up at the sky and saw a hockey-bag full of money .
i tried to catch it,and fell in the river.
i was being sucked downwards,by a very strong under current.
the thing was going against the current of the river.
It was a propeller,with sharp blades pulling me towards it.
I was confused.The propeller was just a lone one,
on a concrete wall,where-no propeller should've been.
i gulped in air just once before being sucked under.
i was steadily running out of oxygen as i got caught in the sharp blades,
the rammed me against the wall next to the propeller.
The blades stopped spinning,as i had clogged them.
one of them pushed upwards,and cut me open.
The pain was immense.
There was blood in the water,and my vision started to blur.
before i blacked out,i saw..something coming into the concrete pipe.
it was far away at first,but swam closer.it appeared to be a winged man in his late teens.
He got in close,stared down at my wounds from the propeller,and stuck a syringe in my neck.
i felt the poke from the needle and blacked out.
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Jacoby swam back up to the surface,carrying a small body in his arms.
This body was soaking wet,cut open,bleeding,and wearing a hoodie that was much to big.
Jacoby put the boy on the ground,and performed cpr on him,to get him breaving again.
The boy coughed up water,but didn't wake up.
Jacoby smiled.because of the drug he had given the boy through the needle,he wouldn't wake up for a while yet.
Jacoby picked the boy back up,adjusting his wings a little to keep from falling over.
Jacoby looked like a cross between Frankenstein and an angel.
Various parts of his body appeared to be stitched on,including his wings.
His wings were also soaking wet.
He carried the boy out of what appeared to be a large lake inside a cave.
The only light came from the hole to the outside where the propeller was.
He went inside the house.
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"hey"
a gruff,hard-voice said.this voice was scratchy and went all over the place.
"he's awake"
I groaned,but little else was said.
I felt my surroundings.
I was in a bed,on my side,and my hood was off.
The next thing i noticed was massive sharp pains coming from my stomach, a dull blunt pain in my head,and pain in my legs.
I tried to sit up,and open my eyes but the pain stopped me.
then i remembered the winged man,and snapped my eyes open,looking for him.
i tried focusing my blurry vision,but all i could see was harsh light and ominous shadows.i tired sitting up gain.
"easy now.you don't want the stitches to open up again,do you?"
The harsh,scratchy,terrifying yet kindly voice said to me.
I focused my energy into saying something..
"wh-wh-who're you?"
The voice laughed.
"don't worry about that yet.Introductions will come after you rest for a while"
i grimaced.
"WHO ARE YOU?"
The voice chuckled
"feisty,are we?"
I could then hear him walking to the other side of the room.
And then he opened the window,and left the room,turning out the lights.
I let my head fall into the pillow,un-sure of what to do next.
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after an hour-or so,it started to rain..
I sighed.by some freak act of Murphy,rain was the one sound that put me to sleep like nothing else...
i drifted off,mind heavy with the past events,waking up only once with the sound of a doorbell.i quickly fell asleep again.
Demi walked along the sandwich street bridge,dragging a hockey bag full of money that was much to big for her to carry.
She walked along at a slow pace,dodging the on-coming traffic.
She squealed and almost got hit,dropping the back off the bridge...and then some starving homeless kid looked at it,and dove in the river to get it.
-----------------------
i looked up at the sky and saw a hockey-bag full of money .
i tried to catch it,and fell in the river.
i was being sucked downwards,by a very strong under current.
the thing was going against the current of the river.
It was a propeller,with sharp blades pulling me towards it.
I was confused.The propeller was just a lone one,
on a concrete wall,where-no propeller should've been.
i gulped in air just once before being sucked under.
i was steadily running out of oxygen as i got caught in the sharp blades,
the rammed me against the wall next to the propeller.
The blades stopped spinning,as i had clogged them.
one of them pushed upwards,and cut me open.
The pain was immense.
There was blood in the water,and my vision started to blur.
before i blacked out,i saw..something coming into the concrete pipe.
it was far away at first,but swam closer.it appeared to be a winged man in his late teens.
He got in close,stared down at my wounds from the propeller,and stuck a syringe in my neck.
i felt the poke from the needle and blacked out.
----------------------
Jacoby swam back up to the surface,carrying a small body in his arms.
This body was soaking wet,cut open,bleeding,and wearing a hoodie that was much to big.
Jacoby put the boy on the ground,and performed cpr on him,to get him breaving again.
The boy coughed up water,but didn't wake up.
Jacoby smiled.because of the drug he had given the boy through the needle,he wouldn't wake up for a while yet.
Jacoby picked the boy back up,adjusting his wings a little to keep from falling over.
Jacoby looked like a cross between Frankenstein and an angel.
Various parts of his body appeared to be stitched on,including his wings.
His wings were also soaking wet.
He carried the boy out of what appeared to be a large lake inside a cave.
The only light came from the hole to the outside where the propeller was.
He went inside the house.
-----
"hey"
a gruff,hard-voice said.this voice was scratchy and went all over the place.
"he's awake"
I groaned,but little else was said.
I felt my surroundings.
I was in a bed,on my side,and my hood was off.
The next thing i noticed was massive sharp pains coming from my stomach, a dull blunt pain in my head,and pain in my legs.
I tried to sit up,and open my eyes but the pain stopped me.
then i remembered the winged man,and snapped my eyes open,looking for him.
i tried focusing my blurry vision,but all i could see was harsh light and ominous shadows.i tired sitting up gain.
"easy now.you don't want the stitches to open up again,do you?"
The harsh,scratchy,terrifying yet kindly voice said to me.
I focused my energy into saying something..
"wh-wh-who're you?"
The voice laughed.
"don't worry about that yet.Introductions will come after you rest for a while"
i grimaced.
"WHO ARE YOU?"
The voice chuckled
"feisty,are we?"
I could then hear him walking to the other side of the room.
And then he opened the window,and left the room,turning out the lights.
I let my head fall into the pillow,un-sure of what to do next.
---------
after an hour-or so,it started to rain..
I sighed.by some freak act of Murphy,rain was the one sound that put me to sleep like nothing else...
i drifted off,mind heavy with the past events,waking up only once with the sound of a doorbell.i quickly fell asleep again.
