Post by Nelly on Jul 17, 2010 0:34:47 GMT -5
Chapter #1 - Crash
Let me take this time to say this: MY LIFE SUCKS WORSE THAN YOU COULD POSSIBLY IMAGINE! Alright, I'm done. Now lets journey into the known-unknown and see why.
I hit the ground hard with a dull thud. I was exhausted and worn, and ached all over. Every muscle I tried to move screamed in protest, screamed in pain. I rolled over dazedly and blinked into the sky, darkened with clouds and whirlwinds that carried waves of sand, which nipped painfully at my skin and rubbed it raw. Thirst swelled in my throat, and I felt like I was in a huge, windy oven. Ow... ow... ow... crap... ow. I was enormously irritated.
I guess it was kind of stupid of me to go off into a desert with no food or water and expect to find civilization on the other side. And, hooray for me, my knowledge of basic survival was – wait for it – nothing. Nada. Oh, and guess what? Well, turns out there is no other side. So I'm just having a great time! Either that or I'd been going in circles for the last four and a half hours. I knew that the damn winds had sent me off course. Oh, and my sense of direction was as good as a compass with no needles. So, long story short, I was screwed. I had long since come to the realization that this little plan of mine was far from being a decent idea, but was downright stupid and would lead to starvation and eventually death, or loss of sanity at the very least.
For those of you who don't know me, heres a quick, basic story of my life. For all who don't care, you can go ahead and skip the next couple of paragraphs - but I strongly suggest you know who and what I am. My name is Noel; I'm fourteen. I think. I'm not a runaway, only an orphan teen - with wings. But I'm no angel, it's scientific matters. I'm a genetic hybrid. Only two days had passed since the major screw-up scene of my life, two days since the one person I ever came to love, died. This person, my 'aunt,' had rescued me from a place of beyond evil doing. This place, a.k.a. the School, employed the most ill-hearted people known - or not known, for they worked remotely - to man kind. These bastards generated and tormented mutated hybrid experiments like me with painful tests and crap like that.
Anyways, basically, I'm on my own. And as for now, I was alone in a huge desert storm with no freaking food. I do NOT want to wind up eating lizards, thank you very much. I know I sound like a wuss for saying that, but that's just me. Don't like it? Don't think I care.
I tasted blood in the back of my mouth, and when I coughed, it was like I'd tried to swallow a ball covered in sandpaper. Which was kind of the truth, considering how much sand I was inhaling by the minute. My eyes watered as I lay there. My filthy wings were crumpled uncomfortably beneath me, but I paid no mind to that. In a huge effort to lift my head, I looked around, hoping to see something through the sandstorm. Heck, anything would be nice at this point. But I saw nothing, of course. Well, damn. I thought drowsily, shutting my eyes tight against the wind and frowning bitterly. Just too bad for me, huh… I ranted inwardly. I get to live all of fourteen years – six of which I live in a dog crate. Just brilliant! Way to go, Noel.
I suddenly found this funny, and surprised myself with a quiet chuckle. Wow. I'm strange, aren't I? Yep. The sound was carried off by the storm winds, but I found that I didn't feel quite so depressed. My eyes remained closed, cool tears from the wind streaming down the sides of my face, but I now had the slightest hint of a smile playing on my lips like a ghost trying to be seen. I don't know why I was just grinning there like an idiot. Maybe because I was really seeing of the overall story of my life; It sucked. Really, really bad. And after all of it, I was loosing myself, allowing the desert sands to be my grave. I felt my muscles beginning to slowly relax, felt my mind drifting off into a strange, dark void. I noticed a low, hushed buzzing that was gnawing busily at my mind, and I wanted it to go away. It sounded distant, but it still annoyed me all the more. The hum was getting louder, into sort of a soft purr.
My thoughts were hazy, and now as I felt myself slipping away, that persistent noise droned on, growing louder each second and drowned out my very thoughts. It was pissing me off. And I kid you not, being pissed off takes a lot of energy. I mean, who wouldn't be pissed when some loud noise interrupts your totally dramatic death?
The little grin I had going on earlier was gone as the stupid sound grew louder. I now knew that the sound was not in my head, but from somewhere in the storm, growing nearer all the time.
Right then, the sound, which had eventually become a huge throaty roar, was abruptly cut off. After that, I heard rough voices shouting over the storm winds, which sent shockwaves of hope and relief through my body. And yet, right then, no matter how much hope rushed through my heart, I found that I couldn't open my eyes. I couldn't do anything. I felt something cold and smooth brush my face with a gentle firmness, along with a voice that might have been talking to me. It sounded fuzzy. The voice might have been through a device, or some sort of static-y loudspeaker. Either that or my ears were failing epically.
I tried desperately to respond, to move or make a sound, but my energy was gone. Clean out of me. And then my thudding heart seemed to give a shutter inside my ribcage. Then nothing. The wind disappeared, along with the nauseating temperature and the pain of my frying skin.
And of course, the hope-assuring touch on my face vanished too.
Yea... kinda cheesey, but if you want to go on, you can go on to Chapter #2 - My Own Little World
