[He quickly glances over to make sure there is a fire exti]nguisher in the room before his brother places his foot down the first leg of the pair of jeans he’s putting on.
Unable to hold his thoughts in, Daniels lays his queries into the room.
“Uhm is there something I should know about this interaction? And how the hell did you know to come here? Not once did you mention anything about knowing where he is and how to get here.”
Carl grimaces as he turns to respond to Daniels’s inquiries.
“yeah, we kind of have this sort of connection that we can’t seem to ignore. We’ve been this way practically our entire lives. It kinda just set in when we were teenagers. He got into a fight this one time and I kept having this nagging feeling to check in on him. I walked out into the yard and low and behold he was getting his ass kicked pretty hard by the neighbor’s kid.”
“Hey, hey, it wasn’t that bad.”
“Yeah, whatever, it was bad enough to turn this psychic leash on.”
With the successful dawning of the pants the three begin to discuss the story of why the room was the way it was and why the pants were such a dramatic item. They continue to talk further on their individual abilities reflecting on the depth of where they have been and gone in life. Nothing seems to make sense about why they are where they are. Why Cassius was hiding. Why this fiasco with the USEG ever got the momentum to get this far.
“So you’re telling me that you can’t come in contact with any electricity without damn near leveling the place?”
“Mmm sort of. I think I might be able to control it to a degree. I’ve had moments where I can get a small shock and hold it in like a breath of air. But you can only hold a breath so long before you have to exhale ya know?. The incredible part is that when I did that I could actually focus how it came out. Like it can be a burst or a flow of sorts. I don’t know. I don’t really want it, but at points it does seem like I might be able to do some good down the road.”
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
a Series of Unfortunate Events Part: 54
[...The carpet throughout the room has been removed and the cold cement subfloor makes his toes tingle. He doesn’t make a sound as he moves.]
Peering through the peephole, he sees Carl’s smiling face consuming almost the entire scope of the view. He quickly but carefully unlocks the door that is secured by an excessive amount of latches and bolts.
Carl enters followed by PFC Daniels. He carries a smirk on his face as he speaks to Cassius.
“You obviously haven’t been practicing”
Cassius laughs at his brother’s remarks. His laugh is probably the first he’s had in about a month.
“Yeah, let me try and put on some pants and hopefully not set the place ablaze.”
Daniels carries a clueless expression on his face throughout this exchange and continues to block out the fact that Cassius is completely naked and obviously Carl thinks this is completely okay. Frankly, he thinks the whole situation is bit psychotic looking and is bit worried that he is currently unarmed.
Cassius backs to the far corner of the room away from the others as he attempts to put on pants. Carl grins as he watches with the menacing hope that Cassius does set the corner of the room on fire just for the sake of seeing it happen. He quickly glances over to make sure there is a fire extinguisher in the room before his brother places his foot down the first leg of the pair of jeans he’s putting on.
Peering through the peephole, he sees Carl’s smiling face consuming almost the entire scope of the view. He quickly but carefully unlocks the door that is secured by an excessive amount of latches and bolts.
Carl enters followed by PFC Daniels. He carries a smirk on his face as he speaks to Cassius.
“You obviously haven’t been practicing”
Cassius laughs at his brother’s remarks. His laugh is probably the first he’s had in about a month.
“Yeah, let me try and put on some pants and hopefully not set the place ablaze.”
Daniels carries a clueless expression on his face throughout this exchange and continues to block out the fact that Cassius is completely naked and obviously Carl thinks this is completely okay. Frankly, he thinks the whole situation is bit psychotic looking and is bit worried that he is currently unarmed.
Cassius backs to the far corner of the room away from the others as he attempts to put on pants. Carl grins as he watches with the menacing hope that Cassius does set the corner of the room on fire just for the sake of seeing it happen. He quickly glances over to make sure there is a fire extinguisher in the room before his brother places his foot down the first leg of the pair of jeans he’s putting on.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
A Series of Unfortunate Events Part: 53
[Reaver appears disinterested at the words being echoed from the shadows as he stares down at the large wet stain on the carpet.
“He doesn’t know shit. His brother has all the answers.”]
Monday 3-12-2012
Cassius stares bleakly at the muted television displaying images of a car chase in a movie he has never seen before. He is eating a bowl of cereal very carefully as he stares. His naked body is rather rigid as he sits on a wooden chair in the middle of a dark and near empty motel room. It is a little after four o’clock in afternoon but the closed blackout curtains make it seem as though it is late at night. It is an odd picture for anyone unaware of his condition.
Since the accident Cassius has destroyed numerous televisions, couches and countless pieces of clothing from static. He has come to find that when he comes in contact with electricity in even the most miniscule quantities, his body seems to amplify it and discharge it almost uncontrollably. The contact between clothing and the fabric of a couch often caught him off guard and created just enough of a static discharge to create an arc flash that would set everything within three feet of him on fire. It is to this effect that he is careful in every movement he makes, cautious of every surface he comes into contact with and has now become a hermit in hiding. Too many accidents has drawn too much attention to his condition and thus he has soared to the top of Reaver’s list of “must haves”.
A soft knock at the door breaks his concentration on the television. He stands and slowly moves across the room towards the door. The carpet throughout the room has been removed and the cold cement subfloor makes his toes tingle. He doesn’t make a sound as he moves.
“He doesn’t know shit. His brother has all the answers.”]
Monday 3-12-2012
Cassius stares bleakly at the muted television displaying images of a car chase in a movie he has never seen before. He is eating a bowl of cereal very carefully as he stares. His naked body is rather rigid as he sits on a wooden chair in the middle of a dark and near empty motel room. It is a little after four o’clock in afternoon but the closed blackout curtains make it seem as though it is late at night. It is an odd picture for anyone unaware of his condition.
Since the accident Cassius has destroyed numerous televisions, couches and countless pieces of clothing from static. He has come to find that when he comes in contact with electricity in even the most miniscule quantities, his body seems to amplify it and discharge it almost uncontrollably. The contact between clothing and the fabric of a couch often caught him off guard and created just enough of a static discharge to create an arc flash that would set everything within three feet of him on fire. It is to this effect that he is careful in every movement he makes, cautious of every surface he comes into contact with and has now become a hermit in hiding. Too many accidents has drawn too much attention to his condition and thus he has soared to the top of Reaver’s list of “must haves”.
A soft knock at the door breaks his concentration on the television. He stands and slowly moves across the room towards the door. The carpet throughout the room has been removed and the cold cement subfloor makes his toes tingle. He doesn’t make a sound as he moves.
Monday, February 22, 2010
A Series of Unfortunate Events Part: 52
[felt like a punctured lung, he uses the last of his strength to do the one thing he never thought to do before.]
“You won’t get this guinea pig... not this time...”
The sound of spilling water turned Reaver’s attention off of Render’s quivering lips as he notices his body beginning to liquefy, pouring out of the tattered remains of his clothes and rapidly soaking into the carpet. His limbs quickly pour away from the rest of his body and the transformation engulfs his torso leading to his head. Render’s eyes roll backwards into their sockets as Reaver steadies himself as the torso washes out from under his foot and that last held facial expression blends into the rest of the mess that spreads out onto the carpet.
“They always run till they die. Least he killed himself this time….”
“We cannot afford to continue to lose specimens like this Sergeant. There are quite the many senators backing this effort that would not be pleased about this. This one may have been less useful, but in the long run there cannot be any mistakes when the time comes to retrieve Dr. Smart. He knows the key to getting what we need to complete this project.”
Reaver appears disinterested at the words being echoed from the shadows as he stares down at the large wet stain on the carpet.
“He doesn’t know shit. His brother has all the answers.”
“You won’t get this guinea pig... not this time...”
The sound of spilling water turned Reaver’s attention off of Render’s quivering lips as he notices his body beginning to liquefy, pouring out of the tattered remains of his clothes and rapidly soaking into the carpet. His limbs quickly pour away from the rest of his body and the transformation engulfs his torso leading to his head. Render’s eyes roll backwards into their sockets as Reaver steadies himself as the torso washes out from under his foot and that last held facial expression blends into the rest of the mess that spreads out onto the carpet.
“They always run till they die. Least he killed himself this time….”
“We cannot afford to continue to lose specimens like this Sergeant. There are quite the many senators backing this effort that would not be pleased about this. This one may have been less useful, but in the long run there cannot be any mistakes when the time comes to retrieve Dr. Smart. He knows the key to getting what we need to complete this project.”
Reaver appears disinterested at the words being echoed from the shadows as he stares down at the large wet stain on the carpet.
“He doesn’t know shit. His brother has all the answers.”
Sunday, February 21, 2010
A Series of Unfortunate Events Part: 51
[We will exact this hiccup in God’s plan as a means to better many with what you would have otherwise allowed to go to waste.”]
Still stifled by the tears and panic, Render tries to rebuff Reavers seemingly misaligned opinion of him.
“I havn’t done anyth- YOU killed her!”
“No, you did. You and your selfishness, killed her and left bodies crumpled in the pavement outside. You are the killer! You tried to play God with this and you have murdered. Not ME!”
In his rage Reaver rears back enough to plant his foot in Render’s chest and knock him over, pinning him to the floor. The pressure of his foot quickly begins to flex Renders ribs almost to the point that they are about to start breaking. He wheezes to almost no avail to provide himself oxygen. Reaver at this point, has almost completely lost control and gradually applies more pressure till he can hear the first rib break and his heel momentarily dig deaper into Render’s chest. The pain is enough for Render exhale what little breath he had him as an almost blood curdling yell.
“Enough”
The other voice from the shadows emits in a tone barely audible above the deafening rage in Reaver’s head. Render had long since gone silent after the first break and lay there near breathless.
“I think he’s had enough. He is supposed to be our guinea pig and not a rag doll.”
In hearing the voice again Render’s eyes open wide. He knew this voice and he knew where this was going to go again. Noticing that his breathing was now being inhibited by what felt like a punctured lung, he uses the last of his strength to do the one thing he never thought to do before.
Still stifled by the tears and panic, Render tries to rebuff Reavers seemingly misaligned opinion of him.
“I havn’t done anyth- YOU killed her!”
“No, you did. You and your selfishness, killed her and left bodies crumpled in the pavement outside. You are the killer! You tried to play God with this and you have murdered. Not ME!”
In his rage Reaver rears back enough to plant his foot in Render’s chest and knock him over, pinning him to the floor. The pressure of his foot quickly begins to flex Renders ribs almost to the point that they are about to start breaking. He wheezes to almost no avail to provide himself oxygen. Reaver at this point, has almost completely lost control and gradually applies more pressure till he can hear the first rib break and his heel momentarily dig deaper into Render’s chest. The pain is enough for Render exhale what little breath he had him as an almost blood curdling yell.
“Enough”
The other voice from the shadows emits in a tone barely audible above the deafening rage in Reaver’s head. Render had long since gone silent after the first break and lay there near breathless.
“I think he’s had enough. He is supposed to be our guinea pig and not a rag doll.”
In hearing the voice again Render’s eyes open wide. He knew this voice and he knew where this was going to go again. Noticing that his breathing was now being inhibited by what felt like a punctured lung, he uses the last of his strength to do the one thing he never thought to do before.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
A Series of Unfortunate Events Part: 50
[No civilian gets away with harming a good soldier and no living creature harms an Elite Guard and survives. Period.]
Wednesday 1-18-2012
Render’s vision blurs with tears at the sound of Reaver’s voice. He knows now that they will not stop until he’s dead. Whatever they want from him it doesn’t sound like it will be taken without them taking his life in the process. He frames the question in his head but breaks down before it could be uttered in confidence.
“what do you want from me?!?”
His voice cracks and pitches as the words jerked tears from his eyes. Saliva dribbles from his lower lip as he followed the question with mumbled out sorrow filled nonsense.
“Oh Mr. Reyes, no need for tears. You are about to do this country a great service. You and your kind will provide the valuable knowledge to create mediums of better defenses for this country.”
Amidst his speech Reaver walks forward from the shadows. His face is slowly reddening in color and has become glazed with an angry glare that if it were anything but a line of sight, would pierce a hole in Render. He continues forward ranting with a subtle rage and as he comes within arm’s reach of Render, grabs his chin and lifts his sniveling head to face him.
“Rather than waiting for you to waste away such potential on the rancid rotting of the human condition you people with ‘powers’ always evoke in your effort to maximize your personal gain with giving yourself gifts using your gifts... We have intervened. We will exact this hiccup in God’s plan as a means to better many with what you would have otherwise allowed to go to waste.”
Wednesday 1-18-2012
Render’s vision blurs with tears at the sound of Reaver’s voice. He knows now that they will not stop until he’s dead. Whatever they want from him it doesn’t sound like it will be taken without them taking his life in the process. He frames the question in his head but breaks down before it could be uttered in confidence.
“what do you want from me?!?”
His voice cracks and pitches as the words jerked tears from his eyes. Saliva dribbles from his lower lip as he followed the question with mumbled out sorrow filled nonsense.
“Oh Mr. Reyes, no need for tears. You are about to do this country a great service. You and your kind will provide the valuable knowledge to create mediums of better defenses for this country.”
Amidst his speech Reaver walks forward from the shadows. His face is slowly reddening in color and has become glazed with an angry glare that if it were anything but a line of sight, would pierce a hole in Render. He continues forward ranting with a subtle rage and as he comes within arm’s reach of Render, grabs his chin and lifts his sniveling head to face him.
“Rather than waiting for you to waste away such potential on the rancid rotting of the human condition you people with ‘powers’ always evoke in your effort to maximize your personal gain with giving yourself gifts using your gifts... We have intervened. We will exact this hiccup in God’s plan as a means to better many with what you would have otherwise allowed to go to waste.”
Friday, February 19, 2010
A Series of Unfortunate Events Part: 49
[This is not good. He is in grave danger and is trapped in a drug cocktail induced prison.]
Jason figures the good thing is that with all his other senses out of the picture, he can concentrate on his thoughts with little distraction if he can just slow the rapid succession of things entering and exiting his head. The only sure thing is that he needs to be prepared for when someone makes a mistake and he can escape.
Monday 3-12-2012
Sgt. Reaver’s eyes are rapidly racing back and forth in his head as the landscape below slowly passes. He is transfixed on finding Daniel’s remains.
“Sir… Sir… Sgt Reaver Sir!”
The pilot struggles to gain his attention over the noise of the engines and through Reaver’s steady concentration.
“Sir! We’re running low on fuel. We have to turn back!”
Reaver’s concentration breaks for a moment and he snaps to the pilot’s attention.
“What?”
“We’re running low on fuel sir.”
“Run us down to the reserves. We’re not that far out.”
“Sir, we’ve gone a long ways and we have wounded men on board that need attention.”
Reaver turns his attention back to the ground while gesturing with his hand in a circular motion, signaling the pilot to turn the chopper around and head back to base. The pilot radios to field operations on the ground.
“Foxtrot Alpha, this is Stealth Hawk X-ray-three-one. Advise ground crews of possible low fuel emergency landing. Stand by medical teams to receive wounded soldiers in transit.”
“Copy that X-ray-three-one. We’ll have ground teams ready and waiting.”
Sgt. Reaver turns his attention back to the pilot to belt more orders at him.
Get back on the horn and get a gunship ready for a search and rescue deployment.”
“Yes sir”
The pilot communicates Reaver’s order as he continues to stare bleakly at the passing landscape. He is thoroughly displeased with the potential loss of one of his best soldiers. He assures himself that Dr. Sharp will not go long without having to see the ramifications of his actions today. No civilian gets away with harming a good soldier and no living creature harms an Elite Guard and survives. Period.
Jason figures the good thing is that with all his other senses out of the picture, he can concentrate on his thoughts with little distraction if he can just slow the rapid succession of things entering and exiting his head. The only sure thing is that he needs to be prepared for when someone makes a mistake and he can escape.
Monday 3-12-2012
Sgt. Reaver’s eyes are rapidly racing back and forth in his head as the landscape below slowly passes. He is transfixed on finding Daniel’s remains.
“Sir… Sir… Sgt Reaver Sir!”
The pilot struggles to gain his attention over the noise of the engines and through Reaver’s steady concentration.
“Sir! We’re running low on fuel. We have to turn back!”
Reaver’s concentration breaks for a moment and he snaps to the pilot’s attention.
“What?”
“We’re running low on fuel sir.”
“Run us down to the reserves. We’re not that far out.”
“Sir, we’ve gone a long ways and we have wounded men on board that need attention.”
Reaver turns his attention back to the ground while gesturing with his hand in a circular motion, signaling the pilot to turn the chopper around and head back to base. The pilot radios to field operations on the ground.
“Foxtrot Alpha, this is Stealth Hawk X-ray-three-one. Advise ground crews of possible low fuel emergency landing. Stand by medical teams to receive wounded soldiers in transit.”
“Copy that X-ray-three-one. We’ll have ground teams ready and waiting.”
Sgt. Reaver turns his attention back to the pilot to belt more orders at him.
Get back on the horn and get a gunship ready for a search and rescue deployment.”
“Yes sir”
The pilot communicates Reaver’s order as he continues to stare bleakly at the passing landscape. He is thoroughly displeased with the potential loss of one of his best soldiers. He assures himself that Dr. Sharp will not go long without having to see the ramifications of his actions today. No civilian gets away with harming a good soldier and no living creature harms an Elite Guard and survives. Period.
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