|
Post by Nate Lupin on May 19, 2006 20:54:08 GMT -5
Chapter One
(Dieon's P.O.V.) Stephen Dieon Barker. The only people that call me that anymore is my doctor, who is also known as mom, and that doesn’t count. Because moms never count. Counting your mom is like sending yourself a candy graham on Valentine’s Day. It’s an unwritten rule about being a teen. And no one understands being a teenager better than a teenager. Not even a hundred dollar per hour lawyer like my dad. We live in Toronto, so lawyers are high on demand around here for the multiple crimes. Young offenders, mostly. My brother used to know. But now he’s married and off with his rocker wife whom both my parents feel threatened by, and a two month old kid. Now I usually just go by Dieon. Or Di. Anything but Stephen. Why? Because Stephen is an ugly name.
I know what you’re thinking. My mom is a doctor, my dad’s a lawyer, and my brother has a steady family. I must be pretty great, right? I guess in a way I sort of am. I just happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time –all the time.
And that’s how I ended up here. In a hooters restaurant with a shot in one hand and a pot leaf in another, all while listening to my friend Carter Marks rant about how much trouble he was going to get in for bringing his cousin Kelly from the States over to a place like Hooters.
She’s from New York… Like she really hasn’t been to a Hooters before.
This really isn’t as bad as it looks. This is just what happens when you find a raunchy looking hobo living in your garage, and take him out for dinner in exchange of having your turf back. Of course I should’ve known a guy like him wouldn’t exactly be the MacDonald’s type.
In the middle of a startling performance by a gender yet undetermined league dressed in fishnets dancing the can-can, a triple gun shot bellowed through the air, followed by lots of screaming and running around.
A man emerged from a cloud of smoke and grabbed Kelly by the neck, holding a gun by her head. He grunted out a simple demand. “No one move-“
Well of course someone flew across the room in an act of both bravery and stupidity. Another shot rang through the air, and this time no one screamed, and no one ran. They just stared at the body lying by the man’s feet, blood pouring over the hardwood. After taking a closer look, I realized the guy lying on the floor was none other than Carter himself. His usually sea blue eyes were now rolled to the back of his head, and that’s when I realized that the gunman had an exceptionally good aim. Either that, or he aimed for the head and missed horribly, while getting a bulls eye on his chest instead. He might've even gotten his heart. Can't tell at the moment.
I heard Kelly scream in the background, followed by another grunted command by the dude holding her hostage. I took a moment to feel for Carter’s pulse, muttering a prayer along the lines of ‘if you live through this I’m going to kill you for making such a stupid move like that.’
Nothing. Not even a faint pulse to give everyone a strand of hope to hold on to. It might have been just me, but his stupid move was one of the most heroic things I’ve ever seen.
Or maybe it wasn’t so stupid after all.
Hidden under his jacket was a pistol, the tip of its nozzle was the only thing that caught my eye. I looked over my shoulder to see enough people crowded around the psycho to keep him from noticing me.
I slip the gun inside my pocket.
Then I looked up to see a set of angry –no, furious- eyes glancing back at me.
I understood. It wasn’t the gunman everyone was crowded around. It was him they were crowded away from.
O boy.
Moments later he swerved his gun around so it pointed at me, but still kept a tight hold on his hostage. I had to think. No! No time to think. In a split second I was in the air and kicked him right across the face in a very ‘master si-fu’ manner before watching him stumble and fall next to Kelly’s feet.
I was stuck at a crossroad of either running towards Kelly or staying beside Carter. Kelly made it easier for me and marched over towards the table where Carter and I were.
“YOU! You idiot!!” She turned around and screamed at me in rage.
I stumbled back not from the blood, but from the screaming. “Go home, little girl.” My voice reeked with mock. What the hell is wrong with this kid anyways, eh? Besides, I had more important things to worry about. Like how I’m going to explain why Carter’s dead with a bullet through his head and why I’m the one with a gun. And to think my problems were going to end at the tequilas.
“Not until you fix what you have done to Carter tonight, Dieon. You’re the one who brought us here.” Kelly’s voice reminded me oddly of Christine from Young and the Restless. At least Lauralee Bell was a little bit hot.
“What are you talking about, I just saved your life!”
“Carter’s dead!”
“You would be too if I didn’t do anything!”
“FUCK YOU!”
And with that, she turned around and stormed out of the restaurant. Of course, I had to go after her. It just wouldn’t be right for the Marks to have a dead son and a missing niece to mourn over all in one night.
I should really start to look where I going, because I ran straight into something soft.
“Stephen Barker?”
I blinked. A police officer was standing a feet away from me, a stern look on his face.
I nodded yes, though it probably would’ve been much more assertive if I had said so instead.
“Come with me.” He motioned for me to follow him, his strut and tight tie said ‘I mean business,” while his bald spot screamed ‘rejected from head officer and bumped down to assistant juvenile arrest.’
“I didn’t kill him, I picked up the gun after he dropped it!” I figured if I was going to prove myself guilty, I could start with the gun.
“We’re not putting you in jail.” He answered monotonously, not even turning to look at me or slow down his pace.
I sighed. It was a good thing, too. Not like I could rely on any one of the other witnesses to back me up, and Kelly would probably just be on the opposing end.
Kelly! O man, I totally forgot about her! “Stupid..” I slapped my forehead in shame. But once we got out, all my worries and thoughts of her being jumped on by a gang diminished.
She was standing under a light with another cop, apparently trying her very best to turn me in. “Are you sure you’re not going to arrest him? He had crack, you know.”
Looks like she didn’t run too far..
Why didn’t they arrest me? I must’ve broken about a dozen laws in the past hour. The officers insisted on shoving us in the back of the car, and dropping us off at our houses.
When my parents opened the door at three in the morning and found me and Kelly standing beside two police officers, they weren’t impressed.
“Your father puts these kind of people in prison! How do you think it makes him feel that his own son is a criminal?!!” My mom screamed at me while Kelly waited patiently out of the way with the officers.
Mom always finds a way to word thing so it makes it seem that she’s the most selfless person in the world. Like right now for example. She put words in my dad’s mouth, while he stood nodding agreements. For a lawyer, he wasn’t very convincing.
“Mrs. Barker.. This is really intriguing, but it really isn’t what we’re here for.” The bald officer finally came to clear the situation.
“It isn’t?” The whole room said in complete unison.
“Have you heard of Bouvier Academy?”
“Bouvier Academy! I’ve heard of it before, it’s supposed to be very exclusive. Though that’s all I know. I didn’t think it actually exsisted.” I spoke up before anyone else got a chance to process the words.
“What does this have to do with tonight, sir? Is Bouvier Academy a young offenders place?” My mom didn’t hassle to get to the point.
“You haven’t heard much about it because it’s top secret. A spy academy is what it is. Gadgets, holograms, hovercars…Actually, I’m the headmaster of it all. I’m Jonathan Bouvier.” The bald officer stepped in front of me and shook my hand, which was hanging limp by my side. “And we would like to train you, to be a spy. What do you think, Stephen? Are you up for it?”
My mom’s eyes grew wide. “He is not going to some school in the middle of Scotland to train to be a spy.” She addressed spy like a king would address slave.
“Actually, it’s in Paris. But you see, we only accept the most durable and tough not only in physical combat, but in mental strategic ways, too. The special kids.”
“HE IS NOT SPECIAL!!” My mom retorted.
“Let him go to this Academy, Ellen.”
I looked up to the surprising sound of my dad’s voice, and saw him standing up to my mom. You might think that’s an easy task, but you are poorly mistaken. My mom is hard to get along with if you’re on a different wave than her.
Right now she was glaring at my dad. “But weren’t you the one who wanted to spend all the money to send him to Harvard? A spy is not a steady let alone respectable job.”
“No. I don’t plan on taking law, and I’m definitely not expanding anywhere into the medical field.” I began. “You got to succeed in your life, now let me do it. I don’t want to be a doctor.”
She seemed to just look at me wordlessly. “I’m not paying for your insurance, Stephen.”
Mr. Bouvier turned to me. “Congratulations, Dieon. May I call you that? You are now officially a student at Bouvier Academy.”
He handed me a package with a single piece of clothing in it. A clingskin suit, he called it. Wear it and it will allow you to stick to any surface. He told me to consider it as a welcoming gift for the new students. I grinned and realized my family wasn’t perfect all. At least not including me. In a way that’s a good thing. Every money making, scholarship winning, five language speaking family needs something to lower its standards.
I am my family’s loser.
Carter would be his if he was still alive.
|
|
|
Post by joey on May 19, 2006 22:47:04 GMT -5
Chapter Two
[ Kelly's POV ]
"No one move..."
My scream echos loudly through out Hooters. I stare down at Carter, my cousin, screaming in my head, "DO SOMETHING YOU FUCKER!"
My ears ring from the loud bang of the gun. I scream again, eyes wide as I see my dear cousin hit the floor hard, his blood draining from his body. People started to run around in panic, trying to get away from the gunman, and Dieon.
Through the rampage of the crowd, the grip around my neck loosens as I break free, running into the crowd; disappearing from the gunman's view. I can hear the gunman cruse as the door break open and the police runs in.
The crowd dissolved as I spot Dieon doing a crazy Chuck Norris round-house kick to the gunman's face. The gunman falls down to the floor as Dieon glanced at me. I ran over, more pissed then ever.
"YOU IDIOT!" I yell, looking down at Carter. His dirty blonde hair stained with his own blood.
"I JUST SAVED YOUR LIFE!" He cried, as I push him back slightly.
"CARTER'S DEAD!" I wail, kneeling down beside Carter, laying my hand down on his chest. I can feel the water fill my eyes when I don't feel not even the slightest heart beat.
"You would of been too if I didn't do anything!"
I stand up, my hand itching to slap the stupidity out of him.
"FUCK YOU!" I yell, running out of the restaurant, wipping the tears that fled my eyes.
Outside of the restaurant was just as crazy. Camera crews, people and police. Flashing lights and reporters stormed onto the scene.
I run away from all this and then a man grabbed my arm.
"Kelly Cruse?" He grunted as I nod slowly.
"Come with me." He practically dragged me over to a tall street light, where his cop car was at.
"What happened?" He questioned, taking out a notepad and pen.
"IT'S DIEON'S FAULT! THAT CRACK ADDICT FUCKER!" I yell, waving my arms around for dramatic effect.
The officer eyed me, and then scribbled down notes.
"He was beind his usual crack addict self and took shots of tequila. Then did a Chuck Norris round-house kick to the gunman's face! He's fucking crazy!" I yell, still in my psycho after shock stage of being at gun-point.
I turn to my left and spot Dieon and another police man comming.
----
"WHAT?!" I yell, hearing the fat police man invite Dieon to an Academy in Paris.
"I WANT TO COME!" I yell, pushing through Dieon's mother, who gave me the smallest glare.
"UH..." The police man said as Dieon blinked.
I turned to him and grab a handful of his shirt and hiss, "I'm going to stick by you like glue now because of what happened."
He tried hard not to frown as he turned to the police officer.
"Uh, Kelly has to come to. Carter told me I had to look after her." He said lamely as the man scratched his head.
"Uh.... uh. We'll have to see about her..."
"THAT'S SETTLED. I'M COMMING ALONG!"
(( It's gay, I know... -___- ))
|
|
|
Post by Chole on May 19, 2006 23:25:50 GMT -5
Chapter Three ( Kisa's P.O.V in Italy)
Agent Kisandra Italy Santos. Agent? You ask? At my age, how can you be an Agent? I asked myself that, a few months ago, when I got called in by the cops. Dude, I was scared. My first thought was that, they finally caught me. Which amounts to, two arrest warrants, and a year sentence in Juvie. All I did was, beat the crap out of someone. Any way, back to that day. Well, I was in third block, third lunch when the cops showed up. Of course, everyone knew it was for me. I mean come on, I have a history that’s hard to keep a secret. I was sitting with my gang, passe, whatever you folks wanna call it. Not friends. Never. We were talking about what we would be doing over the summer, me, I would be raiding the mall. I was just about to say that when someone taps my shoulder, the cafeteria suddenly becomes quiet. "What?"I hiss, turning to see who was disturbing what peace I was having for the day. Instead of turning to a puny little twit, I see a 6'6" policeman. "What did I do know?"I draw out the know. "Don't what me, young lady."Policeman number one, what I call him right now, mouthed. I couldn’t well understand him with my iPod turned full blast. He motioned toward the ear buds, meaning take them out. I pull them out, but before I turn it off, Girls not Grey by AFI, is blaring out of the two tiny ear buds. Powerful little things! I love my iPod. "Sorry, what was that?"I ask, in my soft, but demanding voice. "I told you, Don't what me."Policeman number one, muttered, rolling his eyes, and checking his digital watch. "Well, get on with it, I don’t have all day to eat, you know."I sass back, shaking my lucious brown hair out of my eyes. "Lets go."The other policeman, well women, muttered shuffling her feet. I call her Policewomen number one. "What for?" I ask. "I haven’t done anything since I got out." "Nothing, lets just go." "Tell me." We are starting to make a scene. The policeman pulls out his taser, dude, those things hurt. "All right."I huff and make a big production of finishing my water. Aquafina, that’s some good shit. "Good girl."Policeman number one, muttered, putting it back. I grab my book bag, and wave to the others, “See ya!"I wave, before walking out with the two police officers. "So, gonna tell me what I did?" "Do you know proper grammar?" "Yes." "Use it." "No." "Miss Santos."I look up, after going through my locker."What?!" I ask again, turning on my heel."OH sh-"I stop when I see the guy dressed in a black suit and ear piece in his ear. "Miss Santos, I'm going to be your escort to the jailhouse."The 'black suit' guy said in a clear, yet demanding voice. "Yes, Sir."I muttered, trudging along, into the black unmarked car. I feel as if I'm in one of those James Bond movies. All I get from the dude, is a turn on the corner of his mouth. I kind of like this guy. So, I lean back, and enjoy what freedom I have left. I pull a big thick book out of my backpack, and put in my ear buds. I open the book, and started reading while humming to the song, while wondering what a weird book this was. Which is called, The Da Vinci Code, the newer version. Im on chapter eight, when I feel the car swerve. I look up, and almost scream, when I see a person on the hood of the car. I unbuckle my seatbelt, and dive on the floor, watching the 'black suit' guy pull a gun out. I hear a shot, and the car stop. The door on my side suddenly open, and I see a masked dude. Great, damn James Bond movies. The guy reaches out and grabs my arm. Im roughly pulled out of the car, and thrown onto the ground. My instinct of Juvie comes in, and I roll out of the way before he could tie me up. I do a back bend, and stand up. He comes closer, and I let one of my long legs fly up and kick him in the nuts. Which wasn’t much. Another one comes around, with some type of Semi-Automatic pointed at my head. With the other guy doubled over, I duck behind him grab the guys gun and kick the guy, without-the-nuts, onto the ground. We had a stare contest, both waiting for the other to make the first move, then a shot rang out. It was me. I pulled the trigger, and watched as the guy clutched his arm. He fires, and I duck behind the car. The car suddenly lowers, as my heart pounds waiting for the guy to come and get me. I see his shadow, and in one split second, I punched him hard in the gut, causing him to drop the gun. I grab the gun, and put it in my back pocket, before kicking the guy in the head. I sank to my knees, and took a deep breath. When I felt another tap on my shoulder, I swung around, with my left fist ready to punch the person when the person grabs my hand. "Calm down. We’re on your side." I hear, as my heart stops trying to escape my chest. I finally see who it is, it’s the Captain. "OH IM SO GLAD TO SEE YOU CAP!"I yell, and watch him chuckle, that’s a first coming from me. "IT WASN’T MY FAULT! I SWEAR! I WAS COMING TO YOU, WHEN-"I stop watching him shake his head. "We know, “was all he said before taking my gun, and motioning for me to give him the other. My eyes open wide as I give him the gun, while looking around. There were six police cars, and two unmarked cars. Im suddenly speechless, as they put me in one of the unmarked cars, giving me my stuff. Im wondering, will this be a Daja Vu type thing. Of course not, I thought, leaning back and closing my eyes to calm down. I wake up, twenty minutes later, I must have drifted off to sleep. "Im up."I muttered, stretching like a cat, and looking at the person who woke me. I see where we are, and give a sigh of relef, nothing happened wrong. SO, I grab my stuff and jump out walking towards the Captains office without even being told. I don’t even knock, as I push open towards the offices for the officers. "Hey Chuck, Matty, Jamie, John, Jess, Lynn, and Grey."I said passing them, they give me nods, all having been one of the officers who arrested me a few times. I knock on the Captains door, and push it open, to see a well-dressed man speaking with the Cap."Im here, in one peice, I might add."I say in my sassy voice, just for the Cap. Obviously I recovered from the earlier encounter. "Sit."Cap said, in his OH-SO-KING like voice. I sit, looking at the Cap, then to the other dude. "Well?" I waited. The dude looked at me, and smiled. "Have you heard of Bouvier Academy?" "No."I answer, sitting up straight, and leaning forward. The bald dude, which I now call him that, smiled. "It’s a spy academy." I almost choke. "You alright?" "Yeah, fine."I mutter, grabbing my water from my pack. "Run that by me again." The bald dude chuckled, “it’s a spy academy, everything to do with spying. I'm the Headmaster of it all, “he looked proud as he held out his hand."Jonathan Bouvier, “he says as I shake it. I automatically say,"Kisandra Santos." "I know."Johanthan said pulling his hand back, "We would like to train you, what do you think of it?"he asked, leaning back. I turn to the Cap, which was my baby sitter when I didn’t go straight to my apartment. "I.." I start and cock an eyebrow."If so, why do you want me? I mean, look at me, I have nothing going for me. With those things I've done, there’s not chance you can trust me."I repeat what my real mother said. "Thats exactly why we want you, you have no one to look after you, you’re good at crime, and young."Johnathan says, pulling out a watch. "So?"he waited, twiddling with the watch. "I guess, I mean, sure why not."I say after thinking through it. What could it hurt? "Congratulations, Kisandra.."I stop him there."Call me Kisa."she muttered, with a sigh. "Well, Kisa, Congratulations you are now an official student of Bouvier Academy, "he hands me the watch and leaves. I sit there, and pull my hair up, to examine the watch. It had so many modes for it, I swear, if I didn’t have good memory I would have gotten lost, just staring at it.
That was two months ago, I got out of school, and said goodbye to all of my gang members and went to Paris. That was one boring flight, from Italy to Paris. Im now standing and waiting for whoever that is going to pick me up. My iPod blaring my music, with my hair flying in the wind. (Please if it sucks, tell me, I'll delete it. Its pretty long though..sorry!)
|
|
Liz
Unsorted
Posts: 407
|
Post by Liz on May 20, 2006 11:44:40 GMT -5
Chapter 4 has been omitted Chapter 4: So Cold…~{[(Maddie’s P.O.V.)]}~“Madison what are you doing?” Mom asked me shakily, with tears in her eyes. I swung my heavy dance bag over my shoulder and slipped my shoes on my feet. I only just continued to move around the house picking up this and that, my insides finally boiling over. I couldn’t take this anymore. I couldn’t take the chaos anymore. It was just… too much.
“Don’t you dare use that tone with your mother!!” Dad roared as he slammed the door causing the house to shake. His speech was slurred, he had gone out again. He had gotten drunk again. Oh great.
I rounded on him with a cold, unforgiving look written all over me. “I didn’t even say anything, you fucking moron. Besides, you can’t tell me what to do anymore.” I wasn’t turning 18 (That's next year) but since my dad went a bit to far sometimes, you could say I was divorcing my parents. Wicked, huh? It isn’t that I wanted to leave my mom, my dad was just to much for me to handle anymore.
“Whatever you little slut…” He murmured as he took his work shoes in his hands and went up the stairs, knowing he’d never win against me.
“What are you doing Maddie?” Mom asked again, but crying now. I couldn’t look at her, no matter how much I pretended too have a hard exterior I couldn’t stand to see people cry. It tore me up.
“I’m running away damnit!” I yelled, not daring to look at her. I opened my bag, just to check that everything I needed was in it.
-Pointe Shoes -Favorite Jeans -Motion City Soundtrack CD -Harijuku Lovers hoodie -Black iPod Video -Hair ties -Flip phone (With the Harijuku Lovers charm. Can you tell I love that stuff?!) -Spare flip-flops -Bottle of cream soda -All the Gregor The Overlander books -Black nail polish -Quilt my grandma made me before she passed away -Hector, my ratty old teddy bear that I couldn’t live without -A picture of me and my best friend Carter from 1st grade
Yup, it was all there. I can’t believe I’m doing this but here I go. I opened the door and the cold November air hit me. I should not have worn shorts on the night I’m running away in freaking Canada.
That was a really bad idea, but I knew that if I turned back now I’d look like a total sissy and my parents must never see that side of me. Ever.
I popped the bright red ear buds in my ears and put my iPod in my jacket pocket. It stuck for a second because it’s got a red skin on it, keeps it from getting screwed up.
What’s on? Whatever I want, which happened to be Politicans by Switchfoot. I like them too and Politicians is a total rock song. I turned it up and gave my mom a small hug, I was running away but it didn’t mean I didn’t love her. It was my dad that I was trying to escape. I’d take my mom if I could, I really would but she wouldn’t want to go where I’m going.
Not where I’m going now, she’d have fun at Sydeny’s house, she and Sydney’s mom Sharon were best friends but I was only stopping by at Sharon’s. I might get her to come with me, but she has a perfect life, she’d never go for it. Her dad isn’t a drunk like mine is. She won’t want to leave.
But I was only stopping by Sydney’s, last I saw my bass it was at her place and I really needed it. Can’t live without it, it's like Hector.
“Bye mom, I love you. I’ll miss you. I’ve got my cell, if dad even tries to touch you, call me. I’ll get you okay?” I whispered.
She wiped her tears away and I chuckled a bit. Her makeup was messed up and if I didn’t leave soon mine would be too. She let me go and looked at me.
“Madison Lee, you be good. Take care of yourself. And keep your friends close.” She always said that, keep your friends close. She didn’t know about Carter yet, I thought it would be better to break it to her on the phone. She had loved that kid like a son.
“I will mom, I promise.” After my final words and a kiss on the cheek, I was out the door, into the frigid night air.
Let me tell you, it was cold. So cold.
|
|
|
Post by Ridley on May 20, 2006 14:39:37 GMT -5
Chapter 5
[Jack’s P.O.V]
Jack Peter Barrie. That was what I was once called. All that, and so many other memories were in the past. My mother wanted to name me John Preston, but my father—who at the time wasn’t a drunken loser—insisted upon it being a stronger name. So, I was named Jack Peter. That is about the only fond memories I have…that and the bed time stories my mother used to tell me.
Well, I was wanted already by the FBI for breaking into their systems and stealing data. Of course, it was nothing serious…it was just the data on Renamed and Relocated people. I was attempting to add myself in there, and they found my IP address and traced it back to my house. That’s when I became wanted for murder. So, before I tell you about how it went down that night, I’ll just tell you I was supposed to be the child prodigy. The kid who would be the next Freud or President or the person who cured cancer. Numbers and codes were my life…to solve codes, especially mathematical codes, was my life. Everywhere I went I couldn’t help myself from rearranging letters, or numbers, and creating meanings from things thought to be meaningless. I was going to run away to Britain to work my way into their University for Code Breaking…but that didn’t exactly happen, so now onto my past…
At school, and in detention yet again…teachers just hate having their kids outsmart them. I was walking down to the detention hall, like normal, when I saw men working on the security system they used to monitor the exits on the ‘ESE Hall’. Everyone calls the ESE kids the Extra Special Education kids. That’s where the mentally handicap kids have their classes, or the kids with anger problems. The school has an alarm on all exits on the wing that goes off while classes are in session…so, clever old me noticed the alarms were malfunctioning, and so slipped out the side door, and into the crisp Seattle air.
My hair flew around with the wind, and I tucked it neatly behind my ear, as I kept my eyes on the ground. I walked down the side walk, and tucked my hands into my jacket pockets. I had on a brown jacket, a black tee-shirt that said ‘Hopeless Romantic’, and jeans, and a pair of converse. Shabby dress, but my family didn’t exactly have the money rolling in.
So, I had been running around the town for the past hour, and was sitting in a Tully’s, the local coffee shop. School had probably been out for an hour at least now, and I expected some group to roll in pretty soon. Little did I know that group would contain Rowan Jennings. She’s a fair girl, with dark, almost black, brown hair that stopped just at the bottom portion of her breasts . She wasn’t super skinny either, which was good, cos I didn’t have to worry about her being a stupid airhead cheerleader either. No, she was one of the most intelligent girls in the entire school, and right up there in popularity with the cheerleaders and their jock boyfriends. Of course, she was a drama nerd, always cast leading role, so even all the stupid jocks attended the plays—much to the dismay of their girlfriends, I might add.
Well, she and 2 football players, 3 girls from the drama department, and the leading male chosen for just about every role was there. I was sitting off to the side, watching the group chat happily as they all sipped down their coffee, awaiting another group to meet them before they headed out to a movie. Lucky gits actually had social lives.
I was stuck with a drunken father to come home to, a mother slaving away around the house, and a dog that was blinded from the time that my dad beat him over the head when the dog tried to keep me from getting a beating.
So, naturally I can’t try out for the Drama club because I have fucking welts all over my body…and if that’s scene then I get taken away from mommy and daddy. Well, mommy had been pissy lately, and she had been the ones dealing out the blows to me. She had good cause, because she just kind of hit me once or twice—not beat me to a pulp. But I managed to avoid my parents for the past 2 weeks, and kept generally out of trouble, so only some minor bruising was left.
Well, a few minutes after she walked in, I stood up and walked right out. I high tailed it back to the school, and rushed into the auditorium just in time to catch the last try-out for the lead part of Erik in Phantom of the Opera.
Just as the judges were about to start packing up, I walked up and tapped one on the shoulder “Excuse me for being so late…but would you mind if I read a few lines?”
The guy gave a sigh, then agreed and handed me the script. I leapt up onto the stage, and he nodded for me to start…
--- A week later, the results were posted on the bulletin board:
Erik/Phantom: Jack P. Barrie Christine Daae: Rowan L. Jennings Count de Vecompf Raoul: Preston S. Williams Meg Giry: Katherine E. Moore …………
And so on and so fourth…but when I saw my name I leapt out of my skin, and skidded down the hall! Me! Of all people! Just the loser who showed up last minute to perform!
Of course, no sooner had I slid down the stair railing did I fall on top of Rowan…
“SHIT!! Oh! I’m so sorry, Rowan!”
She stood up, and brushed herself off, then gave me a glare “Watch where you’re going…or, rather, sliding.”
“Here…let me get your stuff.” I reached down and collected her fallen papers, and handed it back to her. “Thanks…have you by any chance seen the cast for the play, yet?”
“Of course! Your lead role!”
“And…do you remember who got leading male?” She asked as if already knowing the name.
“Jack P. Barrie.” I said, not knowing why I didn’t just say ‘me!’
She looked slightly shocked, then spoke softly “I’m sorry to keep prodding you for answers, but do you know who that is? I’d care to meet him.”
I let a grin pass my face and I gave a bow “Pleasure to meet you. Jack Peter, at your service.”
Rowan gave a soft smile “Well, pleasure to meet you Monsieur Barrie.” She gave a courtesy, “But I must be off. Can’t wait to see you at practice!”
She nodded then walked right up the stairs, and left me completely in love. --- That was the best day of my life…then I got home only to find my mother on the floor dead, and my dad reclined in his rocker with a gun in his hand, and booze next to him. Immediately I charged at him as he discharged a shot, and I dropped to the ground. I felt a stinging in my arm as the bullet had grazed my shoulder, and then stood once more to tackle him to the ground, and grab the gun, pulling the trigger without a seconds hesitation and watching blood roll from the other side of his head and onto the ground.
It all happened so fast…in what, perhaps 10 seconds? Then time seemed to stop as I came to realization…I just killed my own father.
I looked at the blood on my hands, my body began trembling. I ran up to my room, and jumped on my laptop, wiring the IP address to the house’s. I had been preparing for this for months, and now I launched my algorithm. Immediately it began punching in different pass-code combinations, and in about 15 minutes, I was in the database of the FBI. I began changing my social security number, and private information, and changed my name to Johnny Will. I got my own personal amusement out of that…meaning ‘I will’ do whatever it takes.
So, I printed myself out a passport, and glued a picture of myself on it. I was now Johnny Will, a 22 year old who shared dual citizenship with Canada. That’s where I’d go for now…Canada. I saw the computer flash the ‘Trace Warning’; the FBI had caught on.
So I unplugged my laptop, got myself some of my old puzzle, 2 pairs of clothes, and shoved everything in my back pack and ran down stairs. I was out the door, and hot wired my friends car; within a few minutes I was on my way to Toronto. --- It had been 2 months since that happened, and I was positive I would never be caught now. I had my birthday a week ago…and no one to celebrate it with. But now I was 19, and I had a steady job and lived in broom closet of the building.
So, I decided to go out and hang out at the local Hooters, mainly because it was a change of pace.
I was sitting in a booth, and 2 guys and a girl were sitting behind me. No sooner had I downed my third shot of tequila, when I heard a gun shot ring out, and turned to see the gun man had grabbed the girl sitting behind me.
Once more I had a flash back to me holding a gun, and I saw one of the guys jump for the gun man, only to be shot and lying on the floor…more blood.
I closed my eyes, thinking it was a bad dream, when I opened them the other guy from the booth had a gun in his hands, the original gunman on the ground, and the girl screaming at him. Then I saw the police show up, and I knew I’d be screwed if I fell into the hands of the law…mainly because I was a witness, and they could do background checks on me. I had no history, so I would’ve just shown up out of no where, which would lead to suspicion which would lead to…who gives a fuck?!
Immideitly I stood and slipped out the back door only to find yet another gunman, probably partner with the guy in the bar. His gun was aimed on my head and I spoke coolly “Please…don’t shoot me.”
The guy laughed “You’ve seen my face, you know I’m out here…that’s a witness.”
I could hear him cock the gun, and my heart pounded as I lunged forward knocking him off his feet, and firing a round into the air. I punched him in the face, then leapt up and ran down the alley way only to encounter police who heard the gun shot.
So, now the law was after me, again.
I felt my legs power me forward as I kept running down the different streets, and at last leapt into a river. After drifting down it for a while I stepped out, soaking wet, and was in a neighbor hood. Which was good, I thought to myself, because it was good for lying low.
I noticed a few cop cars in front of a house, and hit my head muttering to myself “Fuck! Why oh why, cruel fate?” So, I started off at a light jog till I heard a car following me. I glanced over my shoulder and saw a black car following me. Great…probably some unmarked cop car.
So, I checked what was on my right, only some bushes, which had some trees up ahead. Perfect. I took off at a full sprint once more and the car speeded after me. I leapt over the hedges and headed for the trees.
As I entered the forest I heard the car door slam, and foot steps following behind. I saw a low lying branch, and jumped up grabbing it, climbing higher, and concealing myself in the branches. --- I sat in the tree for an hour perhaps, and then heard car doors once more, and managed to see the head lights fade away. My breath was visible in the icy air, and I just realized how cold I was.
I jumped down from my perch, and rubbed my hands together when I felt something hit me, and I fell to the ground. When I realized what happened, I felt the weight of a man pinning me to the ground, and searching me for weapons. Then a deep voice pierced the air, “Well, that was quite an impressive show.”
I spoke rather harshly “What was?”
“Hiding in the tree. Clever.” The voice responded.
At last the weight lifted off me and I felt my hands bound in hand cuffs. I turned to face a balding officer who was smiling gingerly. I looked at him “Well I’m a clever guy.”
“I know, and it’s for that reason I’d like to invite you to the Bouvier Academy; ever heard of it?”
I turned away “I’m not telling you anything. You don’t know anything about me…”
He motioned for the officer to take my handcuffs off, which allowed my arms to rest at my sides. He spoke once more “Actually, I know quite a bit about you, Jack Peter.”
I froze. No one had called me that since…
“And I trust no one has called you that since you were wanted for the murder of James Michael Barrie, and his wife Elizabeth Neveu-Barrie.” He added.
I stood speechless, not sure of what to say, but at last speaking “What do you want?”
“My name is Jonathan Bouvier, and I’d like to invite you to the Bouvier Acdemy. It’s a Spy academy in the City of Lights!”
“Paris?” I said weakly.
“Do you know no other city? You enjoy code breaking, or are at least skilled at it, for you breaking into the FBI’s database center was genius. You’d make a marvelous spy!”
I stood and shook my head “No…I’m not going to Paris. I’m going to stay here, save up money, then go to Britain.”
The other officer spoke harshly “Let me lay it out, you stay here, your wanted for murder. You can’t even get a traffic ticket or risk being caught, sent back to the states, and put on death row. You really don’t have a choice here.”
Jonathan shook his head “Gibson, don’t be so rude. It’s his life.”
I thought about Gibson’s words…he had a point. Damn. At last I sighed “Alright then…I’ll come.”
“Excellent!” Jonathan chimed in, “Let’s get you into the car and over to the airport with a nice new change of clothes!” He turned and started walking to the edge of the wood, and opened the door to the back of a black Jeep.
I followed, Gibson behind me, and stepped into the back of the Jeep, and looked around for some sort of warmth as i felt the Jeep lurch forward. Nothing. So I sat with my back to the dividing window between me and the 2 officers, and watched the countryside.
Everything happened so quickly, and now I was off to Paris. [/size]
|
|
|
Post by Nate Lupin on May 21, 2006 19:50:53 GMT -5
Chapter 6 (Dieon’s P.O.V.) “Why can’t she stay at her aunt and uncles?! No, better yet, let’s just ship her back to New York!” I was full on screaming at my dad for letting Kelly stay at our house. “The Marks are going to be up all night dealing with Carter’s business. You have to respect that, Dieon. If not for Kelly or Mr. And Mrs. Marks, do it for Carter. He was your best friend, remember?” The words sunk in and knocked a little sense into me. Until he continued. “Besides, she’ll only be staying in your room for tonight until you get picked up tomorrow to go to Bouvier.” “She is NOT staying in my room! What’s wrong with the living room couch?” “Nothing. That’s why you’re sleeping there tonight. Do you need help moving the sheets?” My dad looked at me with a smile and I growled. Walking up the stairs, my bad mood slowly turned into sheer thirst for revenge. The door was left ajar, and I gave it a light push. I found her facing the window, her head hanging out into the crisp air. “Hey! Are those my pajama bottoms?” I ask, seeing my faded white ‘hedley’ t-shirt hang loosely around her frame and oversized blue pajama bottoms drag on the floor, barely resting on her hips. Kelly turned around. “Have you tried sleeping in jeans before?” She demanded, before looking back out the window. “I can’t believe you. Your best friend is dead, and you care about me wearing your clothes.” “You don’t know anything.” I grabbed the extra sheets and a pillow from the closet and brushed past her. “This bed’s too firm...” I heard her mutter. I glared at her. “I happen to like my bed firm. Lets me sleep so I have enough strength to put up with people like you in the day. How old are you anyways, 14?” “17.” She corrected. I watched to see if she was lying. “Same thing.” “Not really.” “Well you know what? I don’t care. Good. Night.” I said each word in fragments, and swung the door shut after me. ------ The next day I was mailed an envelope addressed to Stephen Dieon Barker. I guess she didn’t get in. I figured they might’ve needed someone to play double agent or something, since she’d pass for a good evil world dominator freak. The letter turned out to be more of a note. Your flight leaves at 9:00 A.M. on September 3rd.
-Richard Newman Student director
p.s. contained is a small token to help you with your journey. I peeked inside the envelope again to see a thick wad of cash. Probably two or three thousand. “Whoa, they really expect a lot from you, huh?” Kelly sipped her juice and read over my shoulder, but her voice lacked the usual annoying sarcasm. “It’s a very big organization. I’d probably need it to buy all the equipment anyways.” I replied, shoving the letter and the money back into the envelope. I looked at her again and grabbed her bags. “You ready?” She nodded yes and pulled on her sweater, heading out the door. She was going back to New York. ------- The drive to the airport was miserable. For once Kelly wasn’t talking over everything I said. Actually, she didn’t say anything. The silence was starting to get a little frustrating, so I hit the radio and turned it to a random station. I felt her glancing at me awkwardly and I quickly switched the station. Ass like th-It’s getting hot in here, so take off-Come on, come on touch me babe!!I jabbed the off button and drove the rest of the way in silence, after Kelly glared at me unappreciatively with an annoyed look and pulled out her iPod, tuning me out. On the plus side, the car ride couldn’t possibly get any worse. ------ Five minutes on the deserted dirt road by the countryside, the car broke down. “Move, you useless piece of crap!” I stepped on the gas pedal once again, and sighed. Way to keep my cool, right? Well this car was new. My dad was going to be pissed… Beside me, Kelly was freaking out like you can’t believe. What a girl. She huffed and swung open the passenger door, stepping out. “That’s it!” I saw her go around the back and grab her bag from the trunk. I wrenched open the door and followed after her. “Hey, what do you think you’re doing?” “Leaving.” “You don’t even know your way around!” I protested after finding my last remaining logic brain cells. She held out her hand in a thumb’s up motion. My jaw dropped. Kelly tossed her hair in my direction. “I don’t trust you. I’ve only been with you for two days, and you’ve brought me nothing but bad fortune.” She glared at me. It was scary. That’s when I decided that I had enough with this woman. “Have it your way.” I muttered, heading back to the car. She won’t get a ride this easily. A large transport truck whizzed by and nearly made me lose my balance. I watched it slow down in mere disbelief and then saw Kelly climb in, waving to me through the window. Damn. ----- (Narrative P.O.V.) Flight 39, leaving for Paris, Italy will be departing in five minutes. Dieon pulled out his plane ticket and inched forward in the line, being one of the last to depart. It was a wonder he made it at all. Cross country does wonders for one’s running. He shouldered his carry-on bag and lifted it up to the compartment above his seat. Economy was fairly crammed compared to the first class seats he usually flew in. Di sort of pictured the travel arrangements for an all exclusive spy academy would be a little better than this. Helicopter, perhaps. Or a private jet. Before he got anymore carried away with his thoughts, he decided to move the wad of cash from his bag to his chest pocket. -------- NO! Dieon dug through his bag again for the fifth time to check to see if he missed it somehow. Nothing. Where was the money?! He blinked and tried to recall when was the last time he had it. Maybe he left it back at the terminal? “Excuse me.” He bolted up from my seat just as the pilot started talking, and the seatbelt icon lit up. “Please stay in your seat, sir.” A woman fairly young ushered him back to his seat and gestured towards the seatbelt sign. “If you need anything, feel free to ask me or one of the other hostesses, or wait until we are in flight.” His stomach churned as he felt the airplane take flight, and it wasn’t from the turbulence. He reached in my back pocket and pulled out my wallet to check to see how much he still had left with him. “Thirty bucks.” Dieon groaned, leaning his head on the window. Jack Barrie had the bad fortune of being seated beside him and looked at him with an expression that suggested he wasn’t very fond of Dieon. “Something wrong?” “O. Nothing.” Di smiled and sat up straight. Jack nodded. “So you going to Paris to visit family?” He asked, seeing that he was alone. Dieon shook his head. “No.” He paused. “Just going there to do some stuff.” He added. “You?’ “Same. Doing some stuff.” Jack replied equally vague. Sensing this conversation wasn’t going to go anywhere, Dieon didn’t bother to make and effort or spare a second thought and flipped open a magazine, popping in a Ben Folds Five C.D. Jack turned away having second thoughts about agreeing to come to Paris so quickly. At first he realized he wasn’t leaving behind anything. Home was just a place he went back to every night. Nothing more, and nothing less. And Rowan. Well, to her he was probably just another guy. But would life really be any better in a new Country? ----- (Dieon’s P.O.V.) Right now I’m sitting at the back of a limo and being carried to hopefully Bouvier Academy. They don’t really tell me a lot of things. I think they like the idea of us figuring things out on our own. The plane ride was to be honest, a little dull. The guy beside me didn’t talk much, and wasn’t any less reserved than the window on my right, which was the only other company I had for most of the trip. I felt the limo come to a stop and realized that we must be here. The door swung open and I climbed out. “I’ll get it.” I told the chauffer and grabbed my bags from the trunk, and watched him return to the limo. I shrugged, looks like I’m on my own again. I turned around and faced the building. It reminded me of something that jumped out of a Le Chateau catalogue, or an all boys school or something. All doubts I had about this school left me. ------ (Narrative P.O.V.) Kelly stepped out of the limo and grabbed her bags. The weight of them overwhelmed her and made her topple over into a guy standing in front of the building staring at it idly. Dieon waved his arms to catch his balance and blinked. “YOU!” He let go of her shoulders and jumped back. “This isn’t New York!” “I know that, I’m not retarded.” She snorted and grabbed her bags, walking past him and disappeared into the building. He couldn’t help but notice an envelope sticking out of her back pocket with his name on it, and maybe two hundred bucks in cash. So that explains two things: 1) Where his money went. 2) How she got the plane fair to get here.[/center]
|
|
|
Post by joey on May 21, 2006 23:26:25 GMT -5
Chapter Seven
[ Kelly's POV ]
The trees passed by quickly. The wind blew at my soft brown hair as my bangs blew all over my face.
I click the button and the window went up quickly; The limo hauls to a quick stop.
I must be there already...
I run my fingers on my lower lip, and then the door swings open. Collecting my T-Moblie SK2 and my MP3 player, I bite my lower lip and pull off my large sun glasses.
"Miss Cruse." The chauffer said, helping me out of the limo.
I smile at him politely as he handed me my bags.
"Careful, they are heav--"
Too late. I trip over myself from the weight my bags, and I run into a guy.
"YOU?!" I can hear a familliar voice say.
I groan, rubbing my face and looked up.
Dieon fucking Barker.
"THIS ISN'T NEW YORK!" He yelled as I straightened myself out and roll my eyes.
"No shit." I spat, as my chauffer gathered my bags and followed me into the large building.
----
I entered the large auditorium, that same short, stubby man waddled out to the center of the stage and cleared his throat into the mic, making it static and screech.
"Ahem. Testing? Check one, check two. Okay." He started, my chauffer, whom I might add is very hot and has that sexy sexy British accent, Thomas, seated next to me and smiled broadly.
I giggle and rest my arm on the arm rest, "Oh Thomas, did you get everything?" I whisper as I spy Dieon entering.
"Why, yes, Miss. Cruse."
I giggle a bit louder, seeing that Dieon was coming to the row behind mine.
"Good, good.." I let my voice trail slightly and stare dreamily at Thomas.
No, I don't like Thomas, but he has the most, beautiful green eyes...
"Look," He motioned to the stage, "Headmaster Bouvier is about to talk."
I glance back at Dieon and then back to Thomas.
"Are you a student here?" I ask him quietly as he nods.
"I am only 19." He chuckled as I grin widely.
"Rad! I'm 17, and you can call me Kelly."
He nods at me with a twinkle in his eyes, "Cool, Kelly it is. Miss Cruse was getting old."
I laugh quietly as Bouvier started to talk.
"Okay. Welcome new students!" He started and then pulled the mic away from him, couching into a napkin in his hand.
"You were all chosen for this school because you all had something special..." His voice trailed on as I sigh and slouch in my seat, which is not comfortable at all. I glance lazily over at Thomas, he seemed a little too into the speech.
"Aye... Thomas?" I whisper, tapping his shoulder.
"Mmhmm?" He said, not looking at me, but I knew he was listening.
"I need to use the little girlies room." I said with a small laugh.
"Oh." He looked over at me and nodded slowly.
"Want me to go with you?" He said, sitting up from his seat slightly.
"No, no. Just point me the way."
He did what I said as I fled the auditorium.
Okay, here's the deal; I didn't have to go the bathroom, I justed wanted to get the hell out of there.
I stroll out to the entrance hall. It was empty because everyone was in the auditorium. I pull my bangs away from my dark colored eyes and lean against the wall, sighing loudly.
All I could of thought about was Carter; Seeing him die before my eyes.
"Carte--"
Before I could of finished, the lights went out, and someone grabbed me.
(( I'm really happy with my chapter. ^^ ))
|
|
|
Post by Chole on May 22, 2006 21:24:27 GMT -5
Chapter Eight (Kisa's P.O.V) Kisa stepped out of the plain, and was whisked off toward the black-stretched limo. Her bags being dropped into the trunk, and she, sat in the back with a ‘body guard.’ It wasn’t like she couldn’t take care of herself! Shaking her head, she leaned against the black lining and pulled the ear buds out and looked at the ‘body guard’ which she had now learned his name was Joe. Joe? What kind of name was that? For a body guard, come on, something more macho would have been better. Like, Ryan, or Vaughan. But no, Joe.
Rolling her eyes at the thoughts, she pulled out her water bottle and took a sip. “Dude, would you stop?”she asked, the driver who was looking back at her like she was an alien. “Im just drinking water.”She rolled her eyes, then realized what was going on. “Oh.”She said, not even knowing they had left the airport, must be the jet lag. “Sorry..”She pouted, sliding out, with elegant grace. As soon as she was out, she stiffaled a giggle, two teenagers seem to having a lover’s quarrel and it was hilarious. “Pur-lease.”She rolled her eyes, and grabbed her carry on bag. “Thanks.”She called to the others, and ran to catch the ‘Speech’ she had to attend.
Slipping into my seat, and I pushed the mute button on I iPod, and closed just for a moment just to think. To think if I was doing the right thing. Getting out of the ghettos and into the real world. I had watched enough movies to know that this was the real thing. I would get a kick out of the Mathmatical stuff. I could break into anything if it had a Mathmatical system. I was also good at Symbolism. Something like a philospher, of course, my didnt show all these traits to people. It would show how she gotten into banks, turned off the lights in my Juvie prison, stole bits and peices of History to study them. Of course, I would leave a clue once in awile to so I would get caught, for the challange. Shaking my head, I concentraited on the Speech, which didn't happen. Soon, the sound of the Headmasters voice was fadded.
-After the Speech-
“I didn’t just fall asleep.”I muttered, cursing under my breath, sitting up. I looked around, it looked as if all the teenagers where left, well, all the current newbie Agents. Standing up, I stretched my long legs, tucking my black hair behind her ear and nodding to a few people, before walking around looking around the auditorium. Thank god that balding, sick, fat dude was gone. “Okay, keep your temper in check, Kisandra Santos.”I warned myself, turning to see the others. There were Dieon, Kelly, Jack, and Maddie. “Someones missing." I was about to say, but the words never came out of my mouth.
There was a small crash, and a crash. I shook my head, crouching low in the shadows. Experience with dark places,and lights flying off, told me something was up. Specialy when your in prison, and theres a blackout never know what can happen.
"Whoevers touching me better get their hands off of me."she warned, in a low whisper, feeling a hand on her shoulder.
|
|
|
Post by Ridley on May 24, 2006 18:33:25 GMT -5
Chapter 9 [Jack’s P.O.V.]
I wasn’t completely unfamiliar with Paris—in fact, I had been here several times before. I got my luggage off the plane, oh…right, the plane. Well, boarded it and got seated next to some guy named Dieon Barker. Rather vague on the whole reason for journeying to Paris. No matter, my answer wasn’t much better either. I honestly thought about just leaving the plane right then and there…but what was left for me? I couldn’t love Rowan; hell, she probably thought I was some psychotic serial killer! Well…no matter, I didn’t have a shot with her anyway. So, my iPod went in my ears, and I slept the rest of the way.
Got of my plane and looked around, and found a guy waiting to escort me to the limo that was supposed to take me to the country side where the Bouvier awaited! Bull fucking shit. So, I asked him where it was, what it was like out in the country, then I conviently had to go to the bathroom. I slipped out the door on the other side of the bathroom, and went down and got my luggage. After that I headed out of the air port and walked 3 kilometers, caught a cab, and went just outside the Louver. --- [Narrator’s P.O.V.]
Jack emerged from the cab and took his luggage with him, tipping the cab driver, and glancing around the roads just outside the Louver. Jack smiled as he recognized an old friend…he drove a horse cab around the city of Paris. I smiled and started talking to him “Pierre? Pierre! Glad to see you!”
A straddling young man in his early twenties, jet black hair, muscular body, and light brown eyes turned and smiled. He gave a wave and walked over “Jack! Wonderful to see you! What can I help you with?”
Jack let a smile pass his face, and spoke “I was wondering, if you could loan me a horse out into the country side? Maybe for the day…it shouldn’t be gone long. Still have Night?”
Pierre nodded “But of course! My prized stallion! What do you need him for?”
Jack pulled out a wad of cash and lowered his tone “I have 5,000 euros right now. I’ll give it all to you, and another 5,000 in 2 months time. Just give me Night, no questions asked.”
Pierre looked at him suspiciously “Where would you take him?”
“To the country side. I got a place out there, and wanted a horse to fill the stables.” Jack lied.
Pierre took the cash and spoke softly “Alright…I’ll drive you to the stables. Take what ever you need.”
Jack nodded, and threw his luggage in the carriage, sat in the back, and felt it lurch forward as Pierre urged the horses on. --- [Jack’s P.O.V.]
I walked along the stables and came to a stall at the very end. I looked through the bars and a black stallion stood, glancing back at me. His iris’s and pupils were the purest white, giving an interesting contrast to the rest of his body; Night was blind in both eyes, and thus the reason you could not discern the pupil from the eyeball.
I smiled and opened the door as I watched is nostrils flare, taking in my scent. I moved my hand toward him, and stroked his fur as I could hear his deep breaths. I spoke softly to him, treating him as a human “Night…come on, we’re going on that adventure I always promised.”
I saddled him up, and went back for my things, taking only 2 pairs of clothes, and my toothbrush, floss, hair brush, shampoo, and tooth paste. I packed it in evenly on the sides of his saddle. I mounted Night, and could hear a small snort as I took the reins in my hands. With a strong kick, and a click of my tongue, Night reared, and leapt into a gallop across the country side, and off to the Bouvier Academy. --- The sun had long since gone down, and Night and I trotted onto the school’s ground under the cover of darkness, the moon our only illumination. I honestly felt a little special, mainly because I bet no one but me ever came riding up to this school in the middle of the night on horseback; yep, the feeling is great!
I slowed him to a walk to silence his hoof beats upon the cobble stone, and walked him up some of the steps to the school. I sat in my saddle, looking at the building nodding my head in contentment, and patting Night for making a good ride. I looked up to what I thought the dorms we, then turned, and gave a soft click making Night take off at a light canter across the schools grounds.
I slowed him as I found a small pond, with good cover, and a tree. I took my now considerably light bag, seeing as how barely anything was in it, and placed it on the grass. I reached inside the other bag and pulled out his halter and lead rope tying, removing his bridle, and putting the halter on. I clipped the leap rope to the halter and tied it to the tree, then gave him another pat.
I picked up my stuff and spoke softly “I’ll come check on you in the morning. Be silent.”
With that, I turned and leapt through the bushes, and waltzed up to the school. I looked around finding no one in the main hall, searching for someone…yet, there was no one.
Just my luck.
|
|
|
Post by pronott on May 24, 2006 20:49:44 GMT -5
Chapter 10 has been omitted Chapter 10: Merci~{[(Maddie's POV)]}~"Thanks again guys," I called as I set off down the street, leaving the warm comfort of Sydney's house to brave the bitter cold of the beginning of a Canadian winter. Alone. I had left my bass at her house, not anymore though. Now it was with me, in my hands. I was so happy that Mrs. Sharon had knocked some sense into me and given me a pair of Sydney's pants and a jacket to wear. Even though I brought jeans and a jacket with me. Whatever.
I had walked for probably about a half an hour when I decided to turn on the iPod that sat in my pocket, I had meant to earlier the headphones were even in my ears but I guess I had other things on my mind. But I had a right to... right?
I turned on Washin' + Wonderin' By Stroke 9 (Oh Good God, I love those guys!!) and turned up the volume, full blast just like I liked it. I started to mouth the words as my feet carried me to.... where ever I was headed, I guess. I hadn't thought about that till now, I passed up the opportunity to stay at Sydney's, where am I going to stay. It's getting really late and I'm already tired from dance.
Then it hit me, Dance!! I could go stay at the studio. Of course, why hadn't I thought of that before?! Ms. Sara always said I was like the daughter she never wanted!! I could go and she'd stay there with me or take me home with her... If she was still there. I looked at my watch.
11:54PM. Great, just great. Studio closes at 12PM and it's 5 city blocks from here to there. Just great. I won't be able to make it and Sara always closes up, she'll be gone the moment the clock hits 12. That's just fantastic. I really shouldn't have ran away. God, why am I so damn stupid?! WHY!!
Now the song has changed and I didn't realize it, but I had a few silent tears running down my cheeks. On instinct, I pulled my hand up to my face and dragged the sleeve of Sydney's jacket across my eyes. That's better.
In a few minutes, I stopped in from of the studio and sure enough, Sara had closed up. I tugged at the great brass handle of the door. Yup, locked. Where else is there to go?
Can't go back to Sydney's. Can't go to Carter's. Can't go to the studio. Forgot Ms. Sara's address. Sure as hell am not going back home. THE AIRPORT!! The airport never closes.
I stand at the edge of the almost clear street and fling my arm out like my mom always did when she needed to catch a cab. One stopped. I hopped inside with my bag in my lap and told the driver to take me to the airport.
Another thing I'm glad I brought. Money. And a lot of it. About $1,000 I think I had...? (That's like 854 American dollars) The cab stopped at the airport and I opened my door. I felt the same sensation on my legs as the first and second times I was forced to leave the warmth of somewhere better than the outdoors.
"The fare is 18." The driver stated bluntly. I sensed a bit of a French accent.
"Hold on a moment," I said sweetly as I fumbled around my pocket, finding a twenty. I handed it to him. I looked up at him as I placed the crumpled currency in his hand. "Merci." I said with a smile.
"Vous etes bienvenu." He smiled if possible larger and slowly drove away. So I was right, he was French. I loved being able to know something like that.
---------------
I shuffled through the crowded doorways of the airport went up to the ticket desk, not noticing an unfamiliar man behind me since I walked in the doors.
"One way to Paris please?" I asked the lady at the counter.
"Next one way to Paris leaves in an hour." She informed me politely.
"I'll take it," I smiled, pulling about $250 out of my pocket. She took it and handed me the change along with my ticket. "Merci." I repeated for the second time in minutes. It was custom for me (And any Canadian really) to speak even just a little French. I had been brought up speaking it and taught English in school so I sometimes forgot to speak English. But she nodded and directed me toward the waiting area.
I walked over to where she had pointed me and took a seat. Turning my music up, I didn't notice the hour pass so quickly. Nor the same man, sitting in the sat that had it's back to mine. I hadn't seen him purchase a ticket for the same flight as me either. Oops. I'm usually so observant but I guess I'm just a bit shaken up after the night's events.
I heard the final call for my flight over my music and arose to board my plane. I reached out my hand to open the door when the man's hand reached it first.
"Ladies first." He said smiling as he opened the door for me.
"Merci," I muttered as I went through the door, making polite conversation with him since he was walking next to me now. I held out my hand, "I'm Maddie." I introduced myself.
He took it and we shook hands. "Jonathan." He paused and looked at me. "Jonathan Bouvier." He finished, letting go of my hand and thrust his back into his coat pocket.
My mouth dropped. I had heard stories, rumors, but I thought them to be nothing but tall tales!! I was speechless and amazed, but I kept walking.
"May I ask you, Madison Lee Jameson, why you purchased tickets to Paris tonight?" He asked kindly.
I thought. Why had I picked Paris. Paris, of all places. "Well I guess it's because my mom always wanted to go to Paris." I stuttered at last.
"And you left her tonight, am I correct?" He continued questioning me as we boarded the plane and took adjacent seats.
"Yeah... how'd you know. Were you like, following me?" I wondered aloud.
"No, I could hear you, your thoughts." He replied. "I know why you bought tickets to Paris."
"Oh you do?" I joked, a small giggle escaping my lips.
"Yes, I do." He answered curtly. "Madison, you have a date with destiny tonight. Fate is calling you to Paris."
He paused, but I said nothing.
"I would like to invite you to Bouvier Academy." He stated, an expectant look in his green eyes.
"I.... you.... it... there..... me.... school.... Bouvier...." I stuttered in amazement. I regained my capability of speech and managed to say, "Yes. Yes of course I will. When do I start?!"
"When we arrive," Bouvier replied simply. "Which I believe to be quite soon."
"Well that's the shortest cross-continental flight I've ever seen!" I exclaimed, laughing along with him. This guy had a good sense of humor. Yeah, mine!
I got up from my seat and waited for him to lead the way. Once we had gotten my bag from the shelf overhead, he began to walk down the narrow isle of seats and ascend the staircase.
There was a black Pontiac Solstice (That's the car I want when I'm older, they're killer.) already waiting for us, with a driver positioned in the driver's seat. We got in it and were on our way to Bouvier, I presumed. We were talking about stuff, anything and everything from school to my old life with mom and dad.
Once we had arrived and I had departed the student director's office, I walked to the hall of rooms he had told me to.
Ensoleille Hall, I repeated in my head again and again. Once I had arrived, I opened the door as well as my eyes, I was anxious. Would they like me? Would I fit in? Or would I be the one the hated? They one they picked on? Or worse, the one they ignored?
|
|
|
Post by Keira Weasley on May 26, 2006 12:39:02 GMT -5
Chapter 11 (Jasmine's P.O.V.) (And yes, she's finally arrived- somewhat =P) [/size] "Miss Parvaneh?” “Yes?” I stress, looking up to see one of the flight attendants. She jumps; I guess startle by my eyes. They are odd, considering my left eye being green where as my right eye being blue. “Are you comfortable?” She asks me, noticing my legs over the arm of my seat, swinging in the spacious aisle. Don’t you just love Business Jets? I shift in my seat, stretching my legs even more over the overstuffed leather arm. My Adidas sneakers peak out of my dark blue bell-bottoms jeans. I settle and smile, “Yeah.” “Is there anything else I can bring for you?” “Ah… a bottle of water?” I ask. “Surely.” She said, showing off her pearly-whites. Eek, too much whitening used there. “How long till Paris?” I ask, raising my hand and resting my chin on it. The fingerless gloves I was wearing pressed against my chin; it’s sturdy cloth being familiar. “Another hour.” She informs me. “Spiffy,” I smile. “I’ll get your bottle of water in a minute,” the flight attendant informs me as she starts to walk away. How nice of her to tell me how long she’ll take to do that. I roll my eyes and shrug, and lean my head back. I stare at the ceiling, bored as hell. It used to be fun riding in the private jet. But then again, there used to be people sitting with me. My uncle’s old students; the one’s that just died in May. I put my hand over my eyes, pressing the leather-gloves against my eye sockets. No, don’t cry! You promised yourself you won’t get emotional over them!But I couldn’t help it. I began to cry, anyways. I grew up with most of them, - most of the students-, since I attended Bouvier Academy, too. Or, known amongst some of the locals as l'académie d'espion a Paris. Attending Bouvier was an on-and-off thing but I was trained since I was about 6. That’s what I get for having an uncle and a father that were both some sort of spy-C.I.A. agent. They never really gave me a specific name for their job title. But that’s fine since my father is retired and my uncle owned and ran an Academy. Yeah, my Uncle John is Jonathan Bouvier, the owner of the Bouvier Academy. Spiffy, right? I guess. I get extra treatment cause of it. I could’ve always taken a normal plane ride from Cuba but he said I had the choice. But that was strange… he’s usually forcing me to stick low and do anything that’s the cheapest. That’s how he is, even if he’s pretty loaded. So, right now, I’m en ruite to France from Cuba. The last week I’ve been busy with my mission in Cuba. The mission was easy, just to stop some gang organization trying to transport and sell weapons, illegally. It wasn’t very difficult or interesting but ever since May, my uncle has been treating me like some fragile porcelain doll. He’s acting differently. But he continues with his random assignments. Random as in he just tells me to do or search things for him. I can’t even ask him what he needs it for. Let’s say, why on my first day to Cuba, did he ask me to track down the son of deceased James Michael Barrie? What does Uncle John need to do with a murderer? Or like yesterday, he was apparently in Canada and asked me to do a background search on some kid named Stephen Dieon Barker. Haha, what kind of name is Stephen? His middle name is cool, though. His random searches have to relate somehow… usually, they do and I tend to puzzle out what they’re for... “Your water,” the flight attendant arrives, giving me a clear plastic bottle with no labels on it. I thank her and take it, twisting off the cap and taking a sip. I wasn’t going to rub it in that it took her more than a minute to get this. Just then, the laptop beside me starts to beep… well, more like play the theme song for Star Wars. I jump, excited, and flip open the top. There, what I’ve been waiting for, a message from Bill. Bill’s my uncle’s thirty years-old assistant. He tells me things when I’m not supposed to know. I love Bill. I note down the phone number on the screen and pull out my cellphone. This was my baby. Apparently, it’s about three different phones all broken to pieces and combined into this. It was a touch screen phone specifically designed for text messaging, browsing the net, and also to zoom in about 10 points for my camera/ camcorder. Plus, about 4 G of memory for my music alone. Awesome, no? I dial in the number and wait patiently. A click sound comes and a distant voice, “Hello?” “BILL!” “You’re hyper.” “No, I’m just-- tell me what you know.” “Jasmine, it’s not something you’ll be happy about.” “What? Uncle John’s shutting down the school?” “I thought you’d be happy about that.” I let out a cough, “I was joking about that.” “Oh,” He paused before he continued. “We have students.” “What’s remaining of us since May, right?” “No, I mean, we really do have students. New students.” I blink and cough. “Wait, what?” “John’s recruited new people.” “And when did this happen?” “Well, for the past two months—“ I gasp and interrupt, “You mean, that’s the thing he was making me search on?” He ignores my question, which was an obvious ‘yes’ and tells me, “I’m sending you their files now.” I pause, for a moment. Suddenly, a conversation of MSN pops out. Yes, I use MSN. How ghetto is that for a spy? I click ‘accept’ for the file being sent to me. In a second, less than half a dozen files with pictures of students appear in front of me. An Italian chick, an Asian boy, some nice looking brunette boy, and a white girl. I start reading each and everyone’s description. My eyes widen as I do; most of these kids had abusive parents. That or killed somebody. “Uncle J is recruiting crooks?” I yell into the cellphone after two minutes. “Well… not exactly ‘crooks’ but—“ “They ARE crooks. Don’t even try to defend ‘em. What the hell has come over you two? Over him? He didn’t even tell me about this!” “Yes, he didn’t because he knew how you’d react to this situation!” “And how’s that, Bill?” I question. He sighs before saying, “Like this. Or worse, you would get emotional about the fact that you’re Uncle has moved on and decided to take in new students instead of mourning over the students that—“ “Ok,” I cry. “Please….” Bill abruptly stops, “That was my point.” “So what am I supposed to do?” I ask, rubbing at my eyes and stare at the pictures of supposedly my new classmates. They were either 19 or 17. I was 18, right in the middle. Joy. “You teach them the ways,” He tells me. “The huh? What ‘ ways’. Part of being in this flippin’ academy is to train as a spy!” “You’re one of the only students left that has experience.” “So Uncle John wants me to mentor the newbs?” “Yes.” “But…he wants me to fraternise with criminals!” “You do it on missions.” “But that’s when I play double-agent! OR, when I have a gun pointed at them!” “Don’t worry your pretty little red head off! You’ll do fine.” I realize that he’s starting off his good bye. I’m not done with him, yet! “Wait, but I don’t want to do this! I don’t think they’ll like me or something…” “Of course they’ll like you. They’ll be mesmerized by your talent.” “Spiffy.” I say with the most monotone voice I could manage. “See you in a few.” “You too. Bye.” I shut my cellphone and stuff it back in my jean’s pocket. I run my hands through my shoulder length curls and start tugging it; a habit I had when displaying frustration or anger. “Miss Parvaneh, we’re about to land. I suggest you should pack up and sit properly now,” the flight attendant tells me, appearing out of nowhere behind me. I jump but nod, raising my legs off the side and placing them in front of me. “Alright…” I tell her, closing my laptop and placing it in its case. My only bag, a Louis Vuitton small luggage bag, held my possessions. I sat there, silently, thinking about what’s coming up. New classmates. I have to mingle with them; eventually I’ll be going on another mission with them. But the mission better not be like the one I lost my old members on. I close my eyes and lean my head back. A loud static sound booms out and a male voice came, “Nous avons atterri.” I'm the only one on board and I do speak english. I roll my eyes and look at the weather outside. So much for looking, it wasn't all that good. I unbuckle my strap and get ready. Boy, was I happy to be back. ((sorry if this is crappy, wrote it in an hour))
|
|
|
Post by joey on May 27, 2006 17:43:23 GMT -5
Chapter 12
[ It's short. SHUT THE `EFF UP!!! ]
I try to scream, but the hand that covered my mouth muffles the sound. I stuggle in the person's arm that held me. I kick and punch, tears forming, getting ready to streaming from my eyes as I hear a gun being cocked.
My eyes grew wide.
Not again...
"Stop struggling.." The voice said, I stop and the person lets me go. Slowly, the lights turn back on as I see other people in the hall, and then turn back to the person.
"THOMAS?!" I laugh, pushing him back into the wall and punched him hard on the shoulder. He laughs as he swatted my hand away with his gun.
"DUDE! THAT'S A FLIPPING GUN!" I shriek, pointing at the classic Tommy Gun in his hands.
"It has no bullets. See?" He pulled the trigger at the floor. The loud bang exploded in my ear, but it didn't bother me; My dad is a gun collector. (( *Nods* ))
I look down at the gound, no hole or nothing. I nod my head slowly as Thomas puts the gun back in the it's holder as I bit my lower lip.
"Why did you do that to me?!" I say with a stiff laugh, still recovering from the who kidnap situation. Hey, I was at gun-point a few days back, I'm still recovering from that!
He laughed and pulled his arm around my shoulders, "It's what we do to the new kids at Bouvier Academy."
I give him another stiff laugh as I feel my heart still racing.
"But.. why me?" I frown as he smiled warmly at me.
"You seemed easy to get, and I knew you were a type to over react."
I frown at him.
"I MEAN IN A GOOD WAY, YOU KNOW..."
Smiling, I roll my eyes and walk away from his arm around me as I disappear into the bathroom across from us.
|
|
|
Post by nate on May 29, 2006 20:39:49 GMT -5
Chapter 13
Once inside and settled down, Kelly wasted no time in making friends while I sat as a complete loner amongst all the other incompetent losers. My good luck didn’t stop there. The kid beside me seemed to have come down with the flu, and made a habit of wiping running snot away from his nose with his sleeve every five seconds. I wished to offer him a Kleenex, or better yet, a mirror.
Richard Newman, the student director that sent me the letter started talking at an incredible speed for a human. He was a big man. Even Thomas’s ginormous head wasn’t large enough to cover Newman’s form. Speaking of which, shouldn’t he be gone by now, or is this chauffer business 100% service? Cos if it is, I got seriously ripped off when my driver ditched me at the gate.
He looked at her with a longing gaze. As if. He was probably picturing her naked right now. Sicko.
Somewhere between the endless fit of giggles that were coming out of Kelly and Thomas’s thick Queen’s English, Headmaster Bouvier took over the mic and Kelly excused herself to use the loo.
“Today, you will be sorted into teams.” He began. This single piece of information caused an uproar in the audience.
“Each team will have six members. Five students, and one team leader. You will eat with your teammates, you will take your classes with your teammates, and you will stick with your teammates until graduation.” Jonathan continued his speech, making it seem as though he was looking at everyone in the eye, even though that wasn’t possible. “Your teammates will also be your co-agents, and they will go on all of your missions with you, with a few minor exceptions during the year.”
I sat up in my seat, finally interested in what he was saying.
“When I call your name, you will come up to the front and stand with your team leader.” Mr. Bouvier gestured to the row of student behind him, all standing tall and proud.
He walked over to the left end of the line, and smiled at the audience. “Team Fulcrum will be lead by Kevin Lorde.”
And off he went with a bunch of names. Boogerman rose up beside me and waddled onto the aisle, climbing up on stage. His real name is apparently Chris Knott, and he joined Katherine White, Thomas Matthews, Jay Craig and Leah Carrol. All of them seemed to act like long lost buddies being reunited. I was sincerely relieved not to be placed in Team Fulcrum. What fakes.
After Team Rove, Team Reed, and Team Bronze were put together, a few were left lingering in the seats. Yours truly included.
Jonathan spoke once again.
“And for this last team, I myself hand picked each and every one of these members. Please welcome Jack Barrie, Madison Jameson, Kelly Cruse, Dieon Barker, and Kisandra Santos.”
I got up from my seat and walked up to the stage. The auditorium seemed to stretch on forever, and I could feel a hundred pairs of eyes burning a hole on the back of my head.
Actually, that was exaggerating a little bit. Most of the attention went straight towards that Santos girl from Italy, and the other four of us was sort of there to fill the margin. Beauty before brains, I guess that still applies to spies in training? I told you these people were shallow.
The stage was high, and under all the formal name calling, I nearly forgot about something very important.
The team leader.
“And Bond Team’s leader will be my niece Jasmine Parvaneh.”
Jonathon beamed at Jasmine like she was her own daughter, proud and definitely emotional. Jasmine herself smiled and stared confidently back at the crowd.
All I have to say is: way to be an icon for strong men everywhere, dude.
The five of us stood there somewhat lame and awkwardly. The girls gave weak attempts at smiling and I chose one person in the crowd to look at, and it was booger man.
So there it was. Assembled on stage, silent and personality clashing obvious in the not so distance future, the five members of the team Jonathan Bouvier claimed was the only one he hand picked himself.
The new Bond Team.
Hey, wasn't there supposed to be six members? Who's missing? Once everyone was settled down, I realized that the air was quite, and not polluted with Kelly’s voice. I poked my head down the long line of students and still no Kelly.
Awsome, maybe she drowned in the toilet or something.
-----
The rest of the welcome ceremony actually wasn’t all that bad. Mr. Bouvier told us to go back to our seats with out teammates and showed us a hologram slide show about the weaponry, devices and such we’ll be using during our first year.
Before he wrapped up his presentation, Jonathan told us to grab a package that contained our dorm room numbers, class schedule and student I.D. in it at the back table on our way out. We were of course sorted by our teams.
The six of us met outside in the halls. Kelly decided to join us after coming back with Thomas in full chatter mode, and abruptly stopped talking once she saw us. Jasmine flagged her down and she inched towards the group as Thomas joined Team Fulcrum.
Jack and Madison seemed to be the two who were the quietest out of the group. Madison I recognized as one of Carter’s old friends and Jack turned out to be the kid from the plane. I began to think there was definitely a strategy behind the placement of the teams.
|
|
|
Post by Ridley on May 30, 2006 0:42:10 GMT -5
Chapter 14 [Jack’s P.O.V.]
I looked around the school to find everyone was in an assembly. I wasn’t exactly sure what compelled me, but I attended the end of it instead of skipping out on it all together.
The auditorium was big, and there were a few bright lights on the stage, and someone up at the podium. I looked rather ragged compared to the rest of the people there, and I noticed quite a few eyes were glued to a few certain girls in the room.
I stood silently in the back looking up at Jonathan as he started announcing teams. I heard some stuff about being hand picked or what ever, then he called my name.
I watched other’s stand, and I saw Jonathan’s niece emerge. I saw her eyes flicker upon the faces in the crowd, and when my eyes met hers for that split second, I felt my heart drop. I once heard that Geisha’s could stop a man in their tracks with on look…well, I’m not convinced she’s a geisha, but I swear Heaven just dropped an angel right at my feet; that and every other boy in that auditorium had their eye’s on some Italian chick in my group. So, all the more better to fall in love with the person who didn’t have the room’s attention.
I walked up on stage and grabbed a package full of an ID badge, class schedule, and room cards. Immediately I put Jasmine out of my mind. I was an agent now…no room for love. Besides, I always knew my heart would lie with Rowan…right?
I remembered the girl Kelly from the restaurant and Dieon from the restaurant and plane ride. The other two I didn’t know.
After getting a few giggles as I passed by girls, I was mostly cursing myself for coming here. I’m supposed to take all my classes with this team…a bunch of idiots; let alone room with them. Wonderful…
I kept my head low, not making eye contact with anyone, just holding the package of what ever it was (I had forgot already), and worrying for Night. My poor horse was probably feeling the effects of loneliness, and hunger; or laughing inside his head that I have to hang out with a bunch of losers. First chance I get, I’m taking him on a long ride.
After a few minutes of roaming the corridors, we came to a door and I watched Jasmine push open a door and she spoke somewhat enthusiastically, “Okay…this is your dorm.”
I stepped in first and looked around.
It was fairly large…there was a small common area. Just off to the left was a tiny kitchen. There were 4 different halls on our right. I walked down the one closest to the door and found it split at the very end to two small bed rooms with nothing but a night stand, bed, and desk in it. Then joining the two was a bathroom with a double sink and shower.
I peeked around all the corridors to see that everyone was set up exactly the same way…except for the last one. I walked down to the end to find one single door; grasped the knob and pushed it open. Inside was a large bed room with a queen sized bed, bathroom equipped with tub and shower, and a small balcony.
My eyes went wide with shock as I saw the balcony. I unlocked the doors and saw a green country side…and could just make out the thicket which guarded the path to Night.
Yet, my “privacy” wasn’t for long. I heard Kelly’s voice echo from behind me
“WOW!! I CALL THIS IS MY ROOM!!”
I shuddered at the sound of it and looked at her somewhat shocked
“What if I called it already?” I questioned sarcastically.
“You didn’t. No one heard you, therefore I called it; this room is mine!” She snapped back.
I was desperately trying to maintain my composure, but my patience was already thin,
“What about Dieon? Your friends…you should share the same hallway.”
“Yeah right! Why don’t you room with that loser?” She sassed.
Just before I could utter another word Jasmine broke in,
“I’ll solve this argument right now…get out of my room.”
Kelly cast a glare and mumbled a few things, then walked out of the room in search of a hallway unoccupied by anyone.
I sighed and shook my head “Sorry…didn’t mean to cause all that.”
I grabbed my bag and left before she could respond; that was the last thing i wanted: Jasmine to hate me because of some stupid incident...i swear i'm going to end up killing Kelly one of these days. She's like the annoying sister i never had. I decided to take Kelly’s advice: I was bunking with Dieon. Mainly because the rest were girls, and I would shoot myself before I bunked with them.
I walked into the room on the right and threw my bag down, then looked over in Dieon’s room to see him examining the place already. I gave a yet another sigh and walked over towards his room, standing in the doorway and knocking on the wall.
He glanced up at me, and I broke the silence first,
“Hey…I’m Jack. Jack Barrie. I...uh, well I’ll be your hall mate or whatever you want to call it.” I extended my hand as I finished the sentence.
Dieon shook my hand and gave a half hearted smile “I’m Dieon Barker.”
Awkward silence. I gave a quick smile and nodded “I’m just going to go unpack. Nice to meet you.”
“You to.” I head him say as I walked across the hall to my bedroom. I glanced at the closet and took my two sets of clothes and put them on hangers. Then I grabbed the sheets and made the bed, and in a total of 5 minutes I was done unpacking. Woo hoo?
So, while I attempted to avoid the rest of them, I walked to the outside of my door and pushed a small blue colored device where the door and wall met. It was a small keypad that required a code for it to click open and allow the door to be opened. Naturally, if it’s keyed wrong, or is forcibly broken into, or a computer scan program is attempted to be used, it’s jammed shut and the entire door must be taken off.
With that now on, I closed my door inside, and pulled out my laptop, pen camera, and iPod. I set them up on the desk, then left my room once more, locking it with the keypad so no one could get in.
I emerged from the hallway to hear the girls unpacking and chattered away, and I plopped on a small chair in the corner, and relaxed.
Looks like it would be a long night tonight…especially since I had to figure out how to get out of this building and go check on Night.
Coffee will become my new best friend.
|
|
|
Post by Keira Weasley on May 30, 2006 19:56:54 GMT -5
Chapter 15 (Jasmine's P.O.V.) [/b] (P.S. I was bored so I wrote a lot)[/center] "YOU!" I yell but stop as my Uncle hushes me. He was standing at the very edge of one of the curtains leading to the stage of the auditorium. I heard a blurred voice but I didn't care if it was some important discussion with some top federal agents. I was more important at the moment!Uncle John gives me a look and asks, "So, I'm assuming Bill told you everthing?" I shake my head a little too much, "Yeah. I'm just so happy that you were planning to tell me this!" He rolls his eyes. What, he rolled his eyes at me?! "Listen, Jasmine, this is not the time. Newman is welcoming the new students. I'm next." "But, answer me! Why am I stuck with those select four!" "Select Five." "Huh? WHAT, a new person?!" He motioned me to quiet down again. "Yes. Each team must have five. Remember, you're one of the leaders now." I laugh; before, I used to be one of the newbs in my old team. AHH, no, not going back on that! I nod, though, with a smile, "Can I pick the name?" Uncle John blinks, "Oh. I was thinking of calling you guys Team Gama." "Gama? That's so--" "Got any better ideas?" He cuts in. I glare back and snap, "Why don't you just call us Double 'o' seven or Bond?" Uncle John grins at me, "Jasmine, I'm about to go up. Anything else?" I pause, thinking. He's not going to answer my question any time soon so I start tugging at one of the curtains by my side. "Um... the other teams... who are they lead by?" Uncle John laughs and pulls out the clipboard he had under his arm. "Who do you want to know, specifically?" "Ah." I pause, but I wanted to know immediately my top competetors from the years before. I finally think of the best one, "Lorde." "Yeah, he's first in my list." "Out of ALL people! Lorde is... he's just... I don't like him!" Uncle John raises an eyebrow at me, a small smile playing on his lips. I roll my eyes; the one time he treats me like a girl is when he thinks I have a crush on someone. I groan; out of ALL people... Lorde's too smug for my liking. "Now, may I welcome the Headmaster and founder of Bovier Academy. Mr. Bouvier, himself." "Got to go, kiddo." He ruffles my hair like I'm some puppy and turns around, heading center stage. -------------------------------------------------------------------- I'm sitting against one of the corners of the stage, looking at my uncle as he's finishing off calling all the teams and their leaders. He was right, Lorde was the first team. He flashed everyone a smile, spotted me and waved with oh-so-much pride. “And for this last team, I myself hand picked each and every one of these members." Wasn't he right about that. I look at him as he looks at me with the corner of his eyes. "Please welcome Jack Barrie, Madison Jameson, Kelly Cruse, Dieon Barker, and Kisandra Santos.” I sit silently as I wait for my five teammates to come. Kelly? She's the new addition. I look to see that only four arrive, none of them being an unfamiliar face. Where was Kelly? “And Bond Team’s leader--" Bond? Note to self: never joke with Johnathon Bouvier, again."--will be my niece Jasmine Parvaneh.” I stand up, on cue. I dust off my jeans and head out. Madison smiles at me, pleasantly and warmly, as Kisandra looks at me, bored. I look at Dieon, who's busy trying to get a glimpse of the audience. That left Jack. He was looking at me, mix of confidence and shyness at the same time. I smile back and look at Uncle John, who was beaming at me. Last time he grinned at me like that was when I was first to accomplish the machine gun course. I turn back to the audience, looking at everyone, confidently. I had a feeling that this team might just work... but where was that Kelly?! -------------------------------------------------------------------- I slump onto my bed, watching as Jack Barrie leaves my room. I call out, "It's not... your... nevermind." Quiet one, he really was. Didn't really speak much while I was talking to the group. Oh, Kelly, yeah, I finally found her. With Thomas. Thomas was an alright fellow, if you could understand what he's saying with that heavy accent, but he was some what... psychotic with guns. To be bluntly honest, he almost shot one of my members down last year at a practice shooting. But Thomas was in Lorde's theam. That made him the enemy. I'm not sure if I'm supposed to treat the other teams like enemies but Lorde's was an acception on my account. Stupid Kevin. I rub my eyes, looking around. Team leader did deserve a big room. I hope they're not pissed at me cause I claimed it. I throw my Louis Vuitton bag, my laptop, and my jacket on top of the bed. I stiffle a yawn, heading back out to the small Common Room area. It was good that practically all the dorms in this school was alike. No one was there, not much of a surprise. I head down the hallway, peeking through the rooms. Kelly's room was closest. She let out a huff when she saw me. I clear my throat and say, "Ah, no hard feelings?" Kelly shrugs, "I guess not..." I smile. "Um, so, Kelly. I don't really know anything about you..." Kelly sat ontop of her uncovered bed and says, "I'm from New York." "I can tell by the accent." Kelly smiles, "Hehe. Yeah, and that I'm seventeen. And... I'm surprised I'm accepted at this school." "Why?" "Cause I wasn't exactly invited." "Well, you must have some skill." "Hacking." "Oh, that's a good one." "Really? What exactly does a kid with hacking skills do on missions?" I slump against the door, "I guess you're more of the behind-the-scenes type of person. But, you can always hack things right on the spot." Kelly nods and clears her throat, "Now if you don't mind, I need to shower." "I don't," I tell her as she walks by. She nods, "'Kay. Seeya later?" "Sure." I walk down the hallway, looking around. I realize that Kisa's and Jack's doors are closed. I knocked on Kisa's but all I could hear was blurry music. Jack's was only clicking sounds so I just walked by. That left Madison and Dieon. I turn to Madison's room but to my surprise, it was closed to. Why?! I press my ears against her door and I hear her trying to soothe someone, most likely on the phone. I step away, knowing that she needs her privacy. "Hi" I say, peaking in on Dieon's room. He looks at me, nods, and turns back with examining the cieling. I step in, look up at the cieling, and shrug. "Any questions about the school?" "Yeah, are we starting classes tommorow?" I look at him and laugh, "Did you open that package yet?" Dieon nods. I ask, "Did you open the envelope in that package, yet?" Dieon blinks and walks over to his table, taking the envelope. While opening it, he mutters, "I thought it was one of those useless 'welcome' letters. No wonder I couldn't find the schedule." I shake my head, "Everything the school gives you is useful." He pulls out a yellow sheet from it and I step beside him and look at it. "Oh, to sum it all up, we have four periods everyday, each period an hour and a half long. The classes are mixed up, though, different types of lessons everyday." "That's... long." "I know. They're good classes, though, so you won't be that restless." He looks at the sheet for a while as I stand, silently. I'm starting to think that by the way he was staring at the writing, that he might need glasses when he asks, "Ah... I think the schedule is in code." I look back at the sheet and laugh. It was in code. "Oh, that's your first assignment. Puzzle it out." "How?!" I remember that when I got my first schedule, my leader Darren just blurted out all the codes and everything. I realized that every leader practically did. But... I should test him, somehow. "Okay, tell you what. I'll help you out with the schedule for tommorow's lesson." "Alright..." I'm guessing he's expecting me to tell him right off the back. I point at the first time slot, "We have terrain climbing, first. And since you all are new, I guess it's wall or fence climbing." He nods as I shift my finger to the second slot, "That, my friend, is History. History of things like war, weapons, famous criminals, et cetera." "Then lunch?" He asks. I nod and bring my finger to the third one, "This is going to be Computer Science, which is a dorky title for the computer-hacking nerds. And last, but not least is--" "Something to do with Art?" "You're getting the hang of the code," I say, smiling. I nod, "Yeah, it's actually the Art of Self Defence." He continues looking at the paper. I clear my throat, "I guess I should leave you two, alone." He looks at me, confused, and I shake my head. It'll probably take him a while to figure out what I was referring to. I yawn, realizing that I was really tired. I head towards my bedroom, wondering which kind of soap I should use.
|
|
|
Post by Chole on May 31, 2006 19:51:26 GMT -5
Chapter 16 (Kisa's P.O.V) I stand strighter when they finally annouced who’s in who’s team.
“And for this last team, I myself hand picked each and every one of these members. Headmaster says, looking at each of us. Please welcome Jack Barrie, Madison Jameson, Kelly Cruse, Dieon Barker, and Kisandra Santos.”
I choke on air, Im stuck with that white chick? Shaking my head, I look on, examing each of my teamates. Ones, missing, that Kelly chick. Oh well, I don’t care. Slowly I make my way up to the place where everyone else is. Feeling stare’s at me, like half the room’s eyes was all on me. Turning my eyes to the Headmaster, to hear: “And Bond Team’s leader,” I cock a eyebrow, Bond, what the fuck “will be my niece Jasmine Parvaneh.” Turning my eyes to Jasmine, I give her a bored look, and grab my stuff. Turning back to the audience, I sigh, this is one awkward group, it might just work.
--- -----
I hear a knock on my door, as I pull off my halter, and blazer. My muffled hold on, was drowned out by the loud music. ‘Gym Class heros- Makeout Club.’ you just got to love them I quickly pull on a oversized t-shirt, and opened the door. Peeking around it, I watch Jasmine walk into her room.
“Parvaneh?”I said loudly, enough for her to turn around before going into her room.
“What?”Jasmine asked, looking at me like I was some preppy bitch.
“What did you want?”I ask, rolling my eyes, and running my hands through my unruly hair. My mind was on the gadgets that were now laying on my bed, along with the schedule.
Jasmine gives looks at me for a long minute, and then opens her mouth, when Jack walks out of his room, looking slightly annoyed.
|
|
|
Post by Liz on Jun 1, 2006 15:55:28 GMT -5
Chapter 16 has been omitted
Chapter 16: An Ephifany Of Sorts
"The team doesn't sound so bad." I said as I paced the floor of my dorm, some hours after the ceremony. I was waiting for my cell to charge so I could call my mom back but no matter how much I paced, I knew it wouldn't make the battery fill any faster. So there I am, waiting and hungry, when the thought strikes me.
"Go get something to eat, duh." I said as I both mentally and physically smacked myself. So there I am, walking out of my room and I turn off the lights when I spot something strange.
Glowing... things on the wall that ook like paintbrush strokes. I turned the light back on with a flick to go get a better view and they dissapear, only to appear again when I turn the lights back off.
"That's really strange," I said as I groped my way through the extreme darkness. "Only show in the dark, but what are they? They look like the jut out of the wall." I put my hand to one of them. A small one, about 2 feet in length and 6 inches fat?
It's cole to the touch but radiates light as though it were hot, almost like an ember. Then I realize something else. It feels like it's painted onto the wall, like a part of it, how can it jut out? I wonder about this as I tilt my head sideways and see with my own eyes, the markings projecting from the wall.
"Some optical illusion." I said as I put my hand back over it. My hand sunk into it like it was wet cement but I felt nothing of the texture touch my fingers. I felt nothing at all though my fingers, that's really odd.
"So it looks like it sticks out, feels flat and really is indented. That's far out." I said semi-smiling. "Why do these look so farmiliar... why?"
I thought back to some of my college language classes.... Greek, no. Dutch, no. Mandarin, no. Swahili (Don't ask me why I needed that, I don't know), no.
"ARABIC!! They're in arabic, I'm sure of it." I shouted as I began to victory dance, almost feeling the vibration of a beat inside of me. I stopped upon the sensation and put my head to the wall, to hear the buzzing better.
And that's what it was, a buzzing... a strange buzzing that went in a consistant pattern.
I pulled my head back and started thinking.
"Who should I tell... What sould I tell them..." I wondered aloud as someone passed my roon, unnoticed by me.
I was getting desperate. "Deion, er...no. Kelly, no. Kisa, probably not. Jack, don't think so. Can't tell myself. Jonathan? Maybe, I don't know." I listed everyone on my team. But wait, who was I forgetting?!
"Jasmine!" I shreiked in ephifany, just as Jack entered my room. So that's who was walking down the hall...
"What the hell are you doing here?!" I asked quickly.
"What the hell are you screaming for?!" He said in the same exact tone as me, obviously saying that it was stupid of me to yell. Or something moronic like that.
"Doesn't answer my qestion..." I said slowly as I tried to back up into the wall and cover all 8 of the huge markings. It wasn't working.
"I know that, what do you think I am? Stupid?" He shot back.
"Maybe..." I murmered as Jasmine too entered the room.
"What is going on?" She saidm, sounding annoyed with us all and trying to not let it show.
"If you could get him out I'd tell you." I told her with a pleading look. He was gettng on my nerves and you realy don't want to do that.
"Make me." He said simply.
"Maybe I will if you don't shut your trap!" She said to him. Jack just rolled his eyes as she went on, talking to me again. "I can't really make him get out. You all share this dorm." She whispered, knowing that I really didn't want him or any of the others to hear that.
She paused, looking like she was listening for something. "Do you hear that? That buzzing..." She asked quietly after a moment.
"Yeah," Jack and I both replied.
"What is it?" She asked, wondering possibly more than me.
"I have no idea. I was hoping you would." I said slowly as I shook my head.
|
|
|
Post by nate on Jun 1, 2006 20:53:05 GMT -5
Chapter 17
(Dieon’s P.O.V.)
“What about Dieon? You’re friends…you should share the same hallway.”
“Yeah right! Why don’t you room with that loser?”
I blinked, shouldering my bag. I’m really Mr. Popular around here, right? If they were to be spies, they should really learn to tone down their voices. Better yet, hide their bitter judgement about people who they’re going to have to collaborate with for the entire year.
-----
I ended up sharing a hall with Jack. I didn’t really mind. We got along ok, even though our conversations were the least bit productive.
My room was the typical dorm room, a bed, a monitor of some sort and walls painted a dark blue. I dumped a couple of sweaters out of my luggage and unfolded a giant Something Corporate poster, plastering it on the ceiling over my bed. It didn’t exactly make the ultimate James Bond room, but it was something to help make it seem more homey.
“Hi.”
I turned around to see Jasmine standing under my doorway. I blinked, and nodded at her, staring back up at the ceiling to examine the poster from a different angle. I figured she was to go around to every kid’s dorms and make sure they have everything all set to start classes.
And how right I was.
“Any questions about the school?” She asked me.
“Yeah, are we starting classes tomorrow?”
She looked at me and laughed. “Did you open the package yet?” I nodded. “Did you open the envelope in the package?”
I blinked idiotically and walked over to the table, opening the envelope.
The schedule turned out to be inside the envelope, and of course, what a significant record to add to my already great image.
Try to keep up with the sarcasm, alright?
She explained the weird code on the envelope to me and I tried to redeem myself by figuring out some of it on my own.
“I guess I should leave you two alone.” She told me, and I gave her a funny look, not quite catching the pun.
She stared at me like I was retarded, and strolled out of my room.
I shrugged and scratched my head, deciding to step into the shower to wash out some of the stress.
-----
(Narrative P.O.V.)
7…
“Alright, don’t worry, I got this.” Kelly pulled out a pair of pliers and held it up to a red wire.
The fate of the world rested in the hands of the members of bond team. They had 7 seconds and counting until the world would end, all from the world’s largest bomb that was sitting in front of them, while still fending off terrorists.
6…
“What the hell are you doing!” Dieon screamed and Kelly paused to look at him.
“Saving the world!” She yelled back at him. Jack was busily typing away in front of a computer, desperately trying to hack into the system and stop the bomb from exploding the more technical way.
5…
Dieon shook his head. “You’re supposed to cut the blue wire!”
“What?! No, I’m pretty sure it’s the red one.” Kelly protested.
4…
“Remember? Blue for atomic bomb and red for nuclear.” She pointed out.
3…
“Well is this an atomic bomb or a nuclear bomb?” Dieon asked.
Jasmine groaned from behind them, side kicking one of the terrorists and shooting a sleep shot needle at another from her wristband. “You guys, HURRY!”
Madison and Kisa both did a back flip at the same time, and knocked out two more terrorists.
2…
“I’m gonna cut the red one..” Kelly stated, squeezing the plier.
1…
Dieon lunged forward. “No!” He grabbed the pair of pliers from her and cut the blue wire.
-----
(Dieon’s P.O.V.)
Mission failed.
The words flashed in front of my eyes as I sat in my cyber nest. The hologramic test at defusing bombs was a complete disaster. And once again, it was because I had a disagreement with Kelly.
I cut the blue wire.
It was supposed to be the red one.
And so our team fails our first test.
“What is your problem! If you had listened to me for once, we could’ve passed that test!” Kelly stormed in front of me with a death glare.
I stuttered. For possibly the first time in my entire life, I was completely speechless.
“Fucking retard.” She stalked past me and shut the door behind her from the virtual reality chamber to the real world.
I threw my helmet down and rubbed my eyes as all the others brushed past me silently.
-----
Back in my dorm, I propped myself up on my elbow and stared at the television screen idly. Screw combat practice, -even though it looked like we could really need all the extra training we could get- some old fashioned talk show is so much more easier.
I flicked to a random Dr. Phil channel, lying on my stomach and propping my chin up on a tennis ball.
“You are a disappointment.” Dr. Phil said harshly to what seemed like me instead of the guest.
Just as I was about to turn the T.V. off, an envelope slid under the doorway and caught my eye.
“Hm?” I mumbled, getting up and picking it up from the ground.
Dear Stephen Barker.
Due to the death of Carter James Marks, the school has excused you from your schooling for three days to fly down to Toronto to attend his Funeral. The open casket ceremony will be held on the 15th of September. We ask you to attend both as a close friend and also as a eulogist.
Best regards, Peter and Janice Marks.
I read the letter and sat down on the sofa, leaning my head back. As if things weren’t bad enough already, I had to be reminded that my best friend was dead. Feeling cruddy was starting to get awfully boring, so I got up, and tucked the letter at the side of my bag.
Then I waited for the combat lessons to end.
-----
“Kelly?” I knocked on the door, after I heard everyone arrive back at the Bond turf. They didn’t sound very happy about me skipping out on the extra practice session, but at least none of them came up to me and called me out about it.
I figured Kelly being the cousin of Carter and all, she must’ve had a similar letter, and similar horrible after effects lingering with her.
After I realized that I’ve been standing out in the halls like an idiot for a couple of minutes without so much as a murmur of a sound, I knocked again. This time, harder.
“Open up, freak.” I demanded. It came out a little more harsh than intended.
Jack, Jasmine and Kisa cast me a strange glance from the kitchen.
I leaned against the door, arms crossed in front of me with no intention in leaving. “How was combat?” I muttered. Might as well do something while waiting.
Kisa looked up at me from his seat. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” she sneered.
My previous thoughts about them letting me off easy were confirmed negative.
“I would’ve come, but-“
“You didn’t miss anything important, just some easy stuff..” Jasmine cut in. I was torn between feeling relief for her cutting off my lame excuse and insulted by the impatience of her tone.
I nodded and looked down at my feet.
Freshmen year was going to be real smooth.
|
|
|
Post by joey on Jun 1, 2006 21:38:04 GMT -5
Chapter 18
[ Kelly's POV ]
I can feel his warm presence behind me. My sweat rolls down my forehead as I try to remember what color wire to cut.
Blue for atomic bomb and Red for nuclear. Got it. I smile to myself, but his annoying voice stopped me.
“What the hell are you doing?!" He snapped, as I almost cut the wrong wire.
"Saving this fucking world!" I snap, rolling my eyes.
5.....
"No, it's the blue one!" He whined. God his voice is annoying.
4.....
"No, remember? Blue for atomic bomb and Red for nuclear."
3....
"Is it a atomic or nuclear?"
"JUST HURRY UP!" Jasmine groaned, as I nod.
2.....
"It's the red one.." I get ready to cut.
1.....
"IT'S THE BLUE ONE!"
MISSION FAILED.
"THANKS A LOT, FAGGET FACE!" I yell at throwing my helmet off my head and ripped off the protective gear off my sweating body. The tank top I wore stuck to my bust and stomach as I pulled down the heavy pants and revealed short Brooklyn High School P.E. shorts.
I can see him muttering words, but I roll my eyes. "Fucking retard." I storm pass him, running down the hallway and up the stairs to my room.
Slamming my door, I flop on my bed, burring my face into my soft pillow. My body shakes as I feel my voice getting croaky.
"Don't tell me I'm going to cry!" I mutter, throwing my pillow at my side table, making my picture of Carter, Dieon and I fall to the floor with a clatter.
"I hate him. I hate him." I growl, staring up at my ceiling. My head starts to spin slightly as I pull the blanket over my head. All those memories flooding back...
"Come on, Kelly!" Mother would call. I'd grin and come, my long pig tails bounced as I ran to my young mother.
"Hi mommy!" My voice was like Minnie Mouse on crack.
"Lets go see Carter!" She'd say as she took me into her arms, kissing my nose softly. I'd giggle and kiss her nose back.
"Where's daddy?" I asked, mother's eyes would stare out into space as we got into the car.
"He's... in the car." Her voice faded as I look around the back seat. I'd giggle and say, "No he's not!"
"Oh, he's not!" She'd say, and drive off to Carter's.
"HI CARTER!" I'd cry, hugging my favorite cousin.
"HI JELLY!" He'd laugh, hugging me back.
We'd watch my mother and aunt go into the house as Carter took me to m car.
"Psst, Jelly... I hid candy in your trunks yesterday! Let's get it out!"
I nod my head quickly and say, "YEAH!"
When I opened my trunk, I saw my father. His eyes gored out, his arms were cut off and his legs were in a strange position. One was bent the wrong way and his stomach was cut open. Not a drop of blood, maybe because his blood was in a cooler covered in dry blood.
My mouth dropped open as Carter took my hand and ran away. He pulled me along, my eyes wide as the tears started to form.
"...Daddy?"
My eyes snap open, my breathing hard as I hear a knock.
"Open up, freak." Dieon demanded as I roll my eyes and wipe my forehead with my hand.
"Shit." I mutter, looking over at the clock. I've been sleeping for only a few hours.
My breathing gets back to normal, I grasp the silver cross necklace around my neck and exhale softly.
"Dad.."
(( Didn't kill her off yet. SOON!! XDD ))
|
|
|
Post by Ridley on Jun 2, 2006 0:31:56 GMT -5
Chapter 19 [Jack’s P.O.V.]
Restless; as always. So, I got up and decided to walk down the other’s halls, perhaps someone else couldn’t sleep.
I saw Dieon was asleep, so I left him to get some shut eye. I peeked down Kelly’s hall—she was snoozing. Then down at Jasmine…asleep. Lastly, down to Maddie and Kisa’s hall. Kisa had her door shut, but Maddie was awake. Naturally, I just stood in her doorway, noticing the weird scrawl on the wall.
"Jack!" she shrieked when she took notice to my presence,” What the hell are you doing?!"
"What the hell are you screaming for?!" I said in the same exact tone as her, attempting to mock her.
"Doesn't answer my question..." She said slowly as she tried to back up into the wall and cover all 8 of the huge markings. It wasn't working.
"I know that, what do you think I am? Stupid?" I shot back, folding my arms and trying to look at the markings.
"Maybe..." She murmured as Jasmine came in the room.
"What is going on?" She said, sounding annoyed with us, and trying to not let it show.
"If you could get him out I'd tell you." Maddie told her with a pleading look.
"Make me." I said simply.
"Maybe I will if you don't shut your trap!" Jasmine said to me.
I rolled his eyes (mainly because I wasn’t exactly on her good side so far) and she went on, talking to Maddie again. "I can't really make him get out. You all share this dorm."
Jasmine paused, looking like she was listening for something. "Do you hear that? That buzzing..." She asked quietly after a moment.
"Yeah," Maddie and I both replied.
"What is it?" Jasmine asked, most likely already figuring out different training scenarios or something of the sort.
"I have no idea. I was hoping you would." Maddie said slowly as she shook her head.
I shrugged “Well, you two have fun.”
Jasmine looked at me with a ‘Don’t-even-think-about-leaving’ face, “And where do you think your going?”
“Back to my bed.” I replied rather bluntly.
She spoke with a slightly confused tone “And you don’t have any urge what so ever to figure out what this buzzing is? Not even a care?”
I just shook my head and raised an eyebrow “Why…should I? Because if this is a test, I’m going to fail it purposely. I’m going to bed, good night.” And I glared at Maddie before I walked out, once more leaving before Jasmine could respond.
Instead of going back to my room, I slipped out the door, and made my way out of the Academy. --- It was surprisingly chilly, and I shoved my hands into my pockets. Jeans where my choice of pants, and my converse the shoes I chose (as always). I had on my black leather jacket over a brown shirt that said ‘Reality Continues to Ruin My Life.’
I stood on the steps just outside the academy, and tilted my head towards the sky; the stars shown brilliantly on the midnight blue blanket which house them. I gave a soft smile as I entertained a thought: What if Rowan was looking at this same sky? Wishing upon the same star? Thinking of me…right now. My smile faded as I remembered once more…I was dead to her; I was a murder, and wanted by the FBI.
With that thought I scanned the windows and noticed what looked like Jonathan looking out the window. So, quickly I moved down the steps, and off towards Night. --- I pushed past several thickets, trees, brush, and everything else of the sort. Then, standing as if in some fantasy, was Night, tied to a tree, and by a glistening pool of water, in a lush green clearing. Right now, I was probably living thousands of young girls dreams…or at least, those who still dream of having a pony all their own. Yet, Night was a stallion, and he seemed to know it.
I looked at him, in awe at how magnificent he looked, and he seemed to catch on; he threw his head back and let his mane fly in the wind, then reared up, showing his muscles, and letting out a powerful whinny. I shook my head as I could feel the ground shake when he landed, and spoke softly to him “You are something, you know that?”
He gave a snort and bobbed his head up and down. I stepped up to him and gave him a good pat, stroking him gently. He glanced back at me, and looked at him and gave a smile “Let’s go for a ride.”
He threw his head back and gave a stamp of his hoof, and I took off his halter, and leapt up on his back. I was going to ride him old fashioned style: bareback. He reared up, and I held his mane as he lunged from a stand still with a powerful leap and leapt over the brush and snaked in and about the trees.
We cleared the small forest in a matter of minutes, and were now racing across the country side. The air was cool as it rushed past me, and the moonlight lit our way. For that moment, I swore Night would have been grinning if he could. Then it was as if we were in slow motion…I could hear his hooves pounding against the turf, and his chest rise up and down; I could feel his heart beat in sync with mine, and I let go off his mane and sat up; the wind rushed past me, and blew my coat and hair back…at that moment, all my problems just blew away in the wind.
Then I saw ditch, filled with water, and looked at it and spoke “Night!! Are you insane?! I don’t want to take a—“ I felt him leap into the air and for that single moment, I wouldn’t have been half surprised if we never came back to earth; for the first time, I felt like I was flying.
Then he landed with a thud, and didn’t even miss a beat as he continued galloping across the hill side. After an hour, I had no idea where I was…all I knew was that I was on Night, and we were on top of a hill, looking down on more hills, and what I thought the direction to the Academy was.
We were both panting hard, though I felt as if I hadn’t really done anything, and then at last I gave him a soft kick and we began a light trot back in the direction we came. --- At last when we reached the thicket, I was slumped on his back, and Night carried his head lower than usual. If someone where to compare us to anything, I would be a crest fallen warrior and his steed. I let him drink, and I knelt down and cupped a handful of water myself.
I stood and gave him a pat as he gave a heavy sigh, and slowly dropped to his knees, and leaned against the tree as he rested on his stomach from the long ride. My voice was soft as I spoke to him “I’m trusting you….I won’t tie you up, but don’t leave the clearing.” I kissed his forehead, and smelt the familiar milky scent as my nose was close to his fur. Then I rubbed his cheek softly, and left the clearing.
As I made it back to the steps of the Academy, I looked up at the sky to see that same midnight sky with the twinkling lights, but I could also make out the sun beginning to peek its head upon the horizon. Then I gave a sigh and hurried back into the building, in a lame attempt to try and get some last minute sleep before class; which, of course, started in 2 hours. --- 8:00am. Combat Training.
It was too early to be doing this in the first place, and I was punching at the key board furiously in attempt to disarm the stupid bomb. We had 10 seconds left, and already I could hear Kelly and Dieon at it again.
5…
I continued typing, and I hear someone shout “Atomic or Nuclear”?
4…
I praise myself as I finally cracked the code, and was thinking ‘Just in time, too…’ then I search the page and fine the bomb plans.
3…
My eyes are glued to the screen as I hear them get even louder, and try to shout over their bickering and the chaos around us “GUYS! IT’S NECLEAR! “
2…
Kelly and Dieon still won’t shut up, so I finally found the disarm unit code. All the while I’m thinking to myself ‘God damn it! Some one cut the red wire!’
1…
I punch in the code and slam down the enter button.
MISSION FAILED.
I was confused…and I muttered to myself “I hit the button in time…what went—“ I didn’t have to search far. As I turned around I saw Dieon had cut the blue wire. At that moment, I could’ve honestly hit him; then him and Kelly still started yelling at each other.
After they both walked off, I ended up sitting silently, cursing myself for not just ditching the team, and disarming the bomb myself. Honestly, if it weren’t for Kelly poking Dieon, he wouldn’t have tripped the censors, and I could’ve disarmed the bomb without a freaking time limit. Damn them both. --- I was back in the kitchen after more training, and sipping down a coke. Then I heard Dieon banging on Kelly’s door “Open up, Freak!”
I sigh and shake my head listening to everyone begin to cast remarks at why Dieon missed training practice…especially since he was part of the reason we failed our mission.
After a few moments, I retired to my room; mainly to get away from all of them…and to try and hack into the Bouvier security system. --- After a good 4 hours, and a half ass attempt to hack into secreuity systems, and 20 levels of cryptex puzzles later, I peeked my head out to see everything had settled down.
I saw Jasmine left her door open and was standing out on her balcony. I glanced around to make sure no one else was up, and when I was satisfied I walked into her room and stood at the balcony door. I gave a knock on the wood, and she turned around somewhat startled. I gave a gentle smile “What are you doing out here on a night like this?”
She looked at me slightly puzzled “Well…it’s beautiful out; why wouldn’t I be out on the balcony?”
Crap…she had me there, but never the less, I was quick with words “What I meant was, why aren’t you out strolling the country side? You don’t deserve to be cooped up.”
She said almost in a monotone voice “Because student’s aren’t allowed out after dark.”
I gave a small laugh and gave her a playful glance “You memorized the rules?”
She stuttered for a moment and picked right back up “Well…no, but I’m fimillar enough with them to at least let you know---“
“What you can and can not do.” I finished for her. I shook my head “Here…I’m going to teach you a valuable lesson: Stop playing by the rules of someone else’s game.”
She looked at me “But it’s for student’s safety! If you don’t something could go terribly wrong.”
I spoke softly “But what you forget is that it always gets better…how ever bad things get, just remember that is always gets better. Like right now…you’re cooped up on this balcony,” I walked out of the room, and re-appeared a few moments later with a climbing rope coiled around my shoulder, “But things will get better, because I’m here to take you out of this place, and out and about for the night! No longer are you confined, but now drifting with the wind!”
I clipped the rope to the balcony wall and gave it a tug; it was secure. Then I took a clip and clipped it on the rope and ran the rope through it. I turned towards Jasmine and handed her a clip, “I trust you know how to repel?”
“Yeah…but—“ She started and I cut her off again.
“Then I’ll see you at the bottom.” And with that, I leapt over the railing, and began repelling down the wall. After a few moments, I was on the ground and watching Jasmine come down the rope. I unclipped myself and smiled “Ready?”
“Where are we going?” She asked.
“We’re going to meet a friend of mine.” I said and took her hand and lead her around the security cameras (which now i was glad i looked at the security plans of the Acadmey), and off into the darkness. --- After a 20 minutes walk, I pushed past the clearing, and once more Night was standing beside the tree, over the sparkling pool, and with the lush green back drop; it seemed like an oasis in the forest.
I helped her through the clearing and smiled “This is Night…I bought him from a friend when I first arrived here, and he is the one who brought me here….thus the reason I only have 3 outfits. I had to ditch most of my stuff.”
I watched her reactions, but she seemed to be tuning me out, and fixed on Night. She smiled “He’s beautiful…”
I laughed “Don’t tell him that…you’ll boost his ego.”
She looked at me as if I was crazy for considering a horse as a person, and I smiled back “Come on…he’s soft; you can pet him.” I walked over to Night myself and let him nuzzle my face as I looked back at her. At that moment i probably looked like a small boy who just layed eyes upon a mighty pony for the first time. I honestly didn't care, but was just taking in the sweet smell of Night's fur.
She walked up to him and her hand caressed his black pelt gently and she smiled “He’s wonderful…so soft too!”
I nodded “Yeah…”
After a few moments of letting her enjoy Night’s company, I walked to the opposite side of her, and swung my leg over, sitting on his back and looking down at her “Want to go for a ride?”
She looked at me then glanced around “A ride?”
“Yeah! Bareback of course…he doesn’t like the saddle very much.” I respond matter-o-factly. I held out my hand and smiled,
“Just take my hand, and I’ll take you for a midnight ride.”
|
|