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NEW STORY THREAD!
NEW STORY THREAD!
Okay, I know there's already a bunch in Inkwell right now, but I needed something new. The other ones are not moving or are too developed for me.
Here's my character: Nathaniel
Age: 13
Appearance: Normal looking by regualr standards, with plain brown hair and a gaunt look on his face.
Nathaniel was filled with a fiery rage. Why was it always HIM they decided was nothing special? He would show them! Nathaniel walked away from the building, not believing he had been rejected. It's not like EVERYONE can turn invisible! He filled out about fifteen applications, did one thousand pushups for them, and turn invisble. He couldn't believe they wouldn't let him into superhero school. Just because he couldn't fly.
Nathaniel didn't want to feel the rejection. He was not normal. He did not fit in with normal people. The truth that the people at Shane's Academy, also known as Superpoweed School, were telling him was that he didn't fit in with them either. He didn't fit in anywhere. He felt himslef unwittingly turn invisible and stalk down the road.
Don't feel afraid to use someone else's character or add something that doesn't really have anything to do with the plot!
submitted by Theo W., age 12, Dark,Dreadful Places
(January 19, 2013 - 11:23 am)
(January 19, 2013 - 11:23 am)
"Where could they have gone?" echoed Brooke.
"That's what I just asked," goned Nathaniel, rubbing his head.
"Elexhiia is tracing the real John, right?"
"That's what I would assume."
"Then how do we know this is a real wall?"
"Are you suggesting this could be a mind trick?" Nathaniel frowned, and punched the wall, just for the measure. His hand recoiled, and he grasped it. It stung. "It feels real, for sure."
"It feels real...." echoed Brooke.
"It does, doesn't it?" asked a voice from behind them. They spun around.
It was John, grinning wickedly, holding an uncoinious Elexhiia by the collar of her shirt.
(May 5, 2013 - 8:13 pm)
Sweet!
Brooke ~
I stared in horror at John and Elexhiia. I remembered everything we'd been through with John. How he'd helped us, fought with us, joked around. I stared at Elexhiia's limp body. She was pale, but I couldn't see any other outward injuries. I turned and looked back at the wall behind us. It looks real. It feels real. But is it? "Ah, but that's the question, now isn't it?" John asked. I despised how he could read minds. I looked back at him. "It isn't, is it? It's all about depth of mental perception. What your mind knows, is willing, capable, and ready to believe." John grinned wickedly. I turned around and walked to the wall. And stuck my hand right through it.
"What do you want with us?" I asked. It wasn't a demand. And I didn't say it in angry tone. I was curious.
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So, that a rather abrupt place to stop, but I wanted to ask. What does John want with us after this? Do we make him work for Giovanni?
(May 5, 2013 - 8:53 pm)
"What do you want with us?" Brooke asked with a tone of calm, not really calm, but curisotiy. Nathaniel regarded it with a raised eyebrow.
"What do I want with you?" the question seemed like a punch in the face to John. He almost dropped the collar of Elexhiia's shirt. "You're in my way of taking over the whole community of super powered humans! Of course, you're not much of a threat now that I have the fiteenth element..."
"What is the fifteenth element?!" cried Nathaniel. "I'm getting very irritated, no one is bothering to tell me what it is!"
"Well, it's a little like a restraint, except this restraint," John smiled wryly. "This restraint is never goes away, no matter what you do. Never." Never. Never. The word bounced around Nathaniel's head. Never. It didn't work. It didn't fit with him. Never. He didn't understand.
"Never?" Brooke finnaly asked at last.
"Never," afrimed John.
John shouldn't be working for Giovanni, he should be by himself. I don't know why, just Giovanni doesn't seem like the sort of person John would work for.
(May 6, 2013 - 5:02 pm)
Agreed. I thought so too.
Brooke ~
Fear clenched my heart. I hadn't been really afraid of John, until now. He was evidently desperate, and slightly mad. "What kind of restraint?" I choked out. He smiled. "A restraint on power of course. If I were to use this on you, you'd never turn into anything ever again. You'd be completely susceptible to anything. Whether someone with powers, or normal humans." Fear clenched down tighter. Even normal humans. Like if someone wanted to send me to a foster home. I couldn't run. I couldn't hide. John smirked evily at me. "No, you couldn't." My breath was coming faster now. For one of the few times, I was really scared. I looked at John, then Nathaniel in a what-do-we-do-now way. As we passed silent communication, John slipped his hand into his pocket, and brought something out. I looked back half a second later as he pointed it at us. "Get down!" I screamed, and we hit the dirt as a flash of blue light erupted above us, making a fairly large explosion. We coughed out dust, and looked around. John was gone, and so was Elexhiia. "Come on!" Nathaniel shouted, and we ran down the alley. But we couldn't find John, though we did run into Dr Mods. Literally. We all collided at full out run, and rebounded backwards. "Okay, that is the second time today I slammed my head into the pavement. NOT FUN," I said loudly, sitting up.
(May 6, 2013 - 6:35 pm)
Nathaniel couldn't help but raising an eyebrow at Brooke's comment. "Agreed," he said. "That's never fun. Let's move." He stood up and helped Brooke to her feet, and they ran off in the direction John had gone, once again leaving Dr. Moddington staring wide eyed, confused.
"What to we do now?" asked Brooke as they ran.
"I honestly don't know!" answered Nathaniel.
"You don't seem very worried!"
"Well how worse can things get?"
"Right now?" asked Brooke, her face darkening. "Alot worse."
Nathaniel decided not to argue with that look, partly because arguing with that look would be a very bad thing, and partly because he could not argue. Things could get worse. Nathaniel just wished that wasn't so.
Brooke slid to a hault in front of him. "Which way did he go?" she asked. A fork in the road, going three differnt ways. "Should we split up?" she asked.
"No," said Nathaniel frimly. "It's obvious we can't take him by ourselves. Toghter we have the slimist chance."
"Well, you're really supportive," groaned Brooke. "Let's try left."
Left they turned.
(May 7, 2013 - 5:52 pm)
Brooke ~
We turned left, following a dark alley. The rain was softening, some. But it still made the ground slick, and the sky was pitch black. Wind wipped around us. We came to a large, abandoned warehouse. "Typical sort of setting," I said as we slid to a halt. For the third time that day, Nathaniel raised an eyebrow. I generally had that affect on people. No idea why. "Ready?" Nathaniel asked. I nodded, and we pushed open the already slightly ajar door. Inside scaffoldings and footbridges lined the rafters. Old crates and left over merchandise littered the floors, casting eerie shadows in the already dark surroundings. We walked in slowly, listening carefully. Not a sound. "Maybe he's not here," I said tentively, despising it that my fear was starting to creep again, and was evidently being displayed in my voice. But Nathaniel shook his head. We both knew better. The wind shrieked outside, and the light got a greenish look to it. I heard something above us, and gazed up to see John grinning wickedly down at us. "Get down!" I screamed again for the second time that day, pulling Nathaniel down with me. But it was half a second too late. Some thing hit us, shooting through every cell of our bodies, feeling like fire. We both lay on the floor groaning, everything going in and out of focus. John was now standing over us, a gloating smile on his face. Anger seized me. I attempted to change form, but all I managed was small housecat, then back to human form. What now?
(May 7, 2013 - 9:22 pm)
Now I curl up in a corner and cry, hoping that when I said "never" I was wrong, as well as crying about John's fate. WHY? WHY????
Okay, I'm good now. I can write now.
Nathaniel remembered a book he had read.
It had been a good book, purely for entertainment, and he had rather enjoyed it. There was one scene that always made him nervous. After arriving on a planet, one of the characters had been put in a total perspective vortex, and the only reason he had survived was because he had been in a different dimension where the most important thing in the universe was him. The idea of the total perspective vortex was simple: By using common logic and a piece of cake, you were able to display the whole universe at once and show the person put in the total perspective vortex how small and insignificant they really were compared to the universe.
Nathaniel was not the most important person in the universe, and as John shot Brooke and himself with a ray he guessed to be the fifteenth element, Nathaniel felt like the whole universe had been displayed in front of him when he squeezed his eyes shut, and he felt incompletely, utterly, insignificant.
John stood over Nathaniel and Brooke, a beaming smile on his face. Nathaniel wanted to knock it out of him, but as everything went in and out of vision, and the universe displayed itself, Nathaniel couldn't manage anything. He was growing weaker and weaker by the minute. The world zoomed out of focus one last time, and again he caught a glimpse of the universe before everything went black.
"Is it strange when I talk to myself?"
"Very."
Two voices echoed in the back of Nathaniel's head, having a causual conversation. Nathaniel sensed urgency in the air, but the voices did not seem to feel the urgent sensation in the air.
"Well, you sleepwalk!"
"That's different. I'm asleep."
"Now you're going to tell me that I shouldn't talk about myself in the third person."
"I was on the way to that, yes."
"You act like you're perfect!"
"I am."
"Except for the sleepwalking!"
"Well, yes. With the small exception of that."
"I sense someone else," the voice sounded cold, the voice of the person who talked to themselves.
"In this room? Watching?"
"Listening."
"Any other information about them?"
"They seem normal."
"What do you mean, normal?"
"You know what I mean."
"Are you sure it doesn't have anything to do with code fifteen?"
Code fifteen. The fiteenth element. Something clicked in Nathaniel's brain.
"I don't know. I'm very unsettled right now, things did not turn out they way they were suppose to."
"What was the way they were suppose to turn out?"
"The message I sent. You know, the one in their sleep. This wasn't suppose to happen. This is worse."
Nathaniel didn't remember much more, and the next thing he knew, his eyelids were flying open.
(May 8, 2013 - 7:27 pm)
I watched the two kids dancing. It was slightly creepy knowing what was going to happen a few seconds before it did. They didn't notice me hiding behind a tapestry. I peered out through a hole in the fabric.
Finally, Jack of Diamonds entered and I had to stuff my fist into my mouth to keep from laughing at his comical figure. My gosh, that boy looked like he stuffed a pillow down the back of his pants. Fortunatly, no one noticed a fluttering tapestry in the corner of the room. Then they left. Once the room was deserted, I abandoned my hiding place and ran out into the corridor of Heart Palace. I flew an inch above the ground so my footsteps wouldn't be heard. The two kids, Dodge and Lyss, ran out of the palace door. I knew Bibwit Harte was in pursuit, so I nipped into an alcove. Soon, he ran by so I waited just a few seconds more before I ran out to. I stowed away my wings to avoid suspcion (even in a place like Wondertropolis, a pair of wings might attract attention.) and looked all around. The Cat would be here soon, I just had to find him.
There--a small cat tail behind a colorful shop. The Cat! I ran over to the kitten. It was grooming itself and looked very innocent, but around its neck was a tag--a tag I knew read "Happy Birthday, Alyss!". I formed the rope I held into a shape that could fit the cat's neck without strangling it and pounced. The Cat tried to roll free of me, but I slipped the rope over its head and tightened the knot I had just tied in it. The Cat struggled to get free. "Stop struggling, Cat, and take me to Redd," I commanded. The Cat worked even harder to get free. "I know things that Redd would like to know. I know that your purpose was to infiltrate Heart Palace and kill the royal family. But you will fail. Alyss Heart and Hatter Madigan will jump into the Pool of tears and escape Wonderland. Redd will kill you for that. I know all this and many other things besides. Take me to Redd and I will help her destroy the Heart family for good. You can't escape from this rope. Now lead me."
The Cat ceased his struggles and started pulling a certain way away from the Palace. I wondered where Catherine went and whether it would be good to look for her. Just then, she landed in the street in front of me. She rushed at me and started jabbering, "I went back to our world and it's awful! I found Nathaniel and Gwen unconcious and when they woke up they started saying the weirdest things! There's a guy named John, some telepathic guy, who's taking over the world or something!"
"What--"
"And there is this weird thing called the fifteenth element--"
"Phosphorus? I had some on my dresser in a container, did you bring it?" (I love phosphorus. It doesn't burn me for some reason and it's so fun to burn in the air.)
"Yes I did, but that's not the point! The fifteenth element is something that resrains your powers! You can't use them anymore!"
My backpack. It was full of bottles of- of- something designed to stop powers. "Hold on a second. As you can see, I have The Cat, but I need to look at something in my backpack. Hold this rope so he can't get away."
"He's awfully cute for an assasin," Catherine pointed out but took the leash. The Cat tugged, trying to break her grip, but Catherine is strong enough to beat almost everyone at arm wrestling and he couldn't get away.
I hunkered down next to the backpack and opened it up. Carefully, I removed one of the bottles. My breath caught in my throat as I saw a number stamped on it: 15. I turned the bottle upside down, hoping to find information on it. All the bottom said was: Property of HUNT. Warning: Extremely Dangerous. Use extreme caution, as the contents of these bottles exist nowhere else in the world.
I had the fifteenth element. I had the only fiteenth element that existed in my own world. And there was a crazy telepath looking for it.
"It looks like our trouble is just beginning," I told Catherine.
"Let me guess. You have the fifteenth element in your backpack?" she asked.
"Exactly."
(May 9, 2013 - 3:55 pm)
Something was wrong.
Nathaniel could tell as soon as his eyes hit the pop corn ceiling of his apartment. His hands rubbed across the floral patterning on the couch he lay on.
He was in his apartment. But... he couldn't be, could he?
Nathaniel sat up, dazed. Instanly he knew what part of the displacement was about. Where there should've been the kitchen, there was a wall.
It was a beige wall, like many of the walls in Nathaniel's apartment, and while they usually put him at ease with their simplicity, he was not this time.
Was he dreaming? Was this just a demented proportion of his mind, reveling itself?
No, he told himself, it couldn't be. I just woke up from dreaming.
You couldn't wake up in a dream, could you?
Nathaniel stared at the wall, the beige wall, in dismay. He felt weak. Weak. The fifteenth element. Brooke... himself... the universe....
"John," Nathaniel swore under his breath. John could do mind tricks, couldn't he? This was his doing-- he was trying to fool Nathaniel, or something like it. It's not as if I can do anything, Nathaniel though miserably.
Actually, he felt less sorrow then he would've expected from losing his powers. They're not going to come back, he reminded himself. Still, he felt upbeat. Well, not really upbeat, but he didn't look like someone who had just lost something huge. A whole part of them.
Maybe that's it, thought Nathaniel. Maybe my powers aren't really my identity. Maybe... his mind wandered. Maybe I can go to a normal school. With no risks. Maybe they'll have to brainwash me since I'm normal now. At least I won't remember anything.
The room flickered in and out of existance, and for a single moment, Nathaniel was falling, until the couch reapeared underneath him. John's mind tricks. I was right.
But a glitch? Perhaps Nathaniel was defeating John's trick. If he didn't think it was real it wasn't, right? This filled him with aglimpse of hope. Maybe he could get out of this mess. Maybe he could save his friends, too. Maybe. Lots of maybes.
This time the room that was pretending to be Nathaniel's living room glitched, and it didn't come back. Nathaniel fell to the hard pavement of a warehouse floor.
It happened so fast, when the room went out of his sight, it did too. Nathaniel didn't even know if it was a trick of the light. His finger... had it turned invisble?
(May 11, 2013 - 7:07 pm)
Sorry, been so busy!
Brooke ~
I slipped in and out of coming around. At one point, I could have sworn I heard someone, but they vanished so quickly, I wondered if it was my imagination. When I finally came round, I was in some sort of apartment. I was starting to wonder if I was still out, when it flickered slightly. It then went out entirely, and I hit pavement. I heard the thud of Nathaniel hitting the floor nearby. I groaned. Next time I see John, he's gonna get it for these ridiculous wall- and floor-hitting mind games he loves using!
Slowly, wincing at my sore body, I sat up. Nathaniel sat nearby. I glanced out the warehouse window. The sun was slanting. We'd been out for awhile. I looked at Nathaniel in an are-you-all-right sort of way. He nodded, looking at his hand. There were no sounds, and nothing around, but a small book lying open on the floor.
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So, I was wondering, since Catherine found us at one point, are we bringing the groups together, or...?
(May 13, 2013 - 8:08 pm)
I have not forgoten about this thread, I just have been thinking (Or waiting for someone else to write a post, that would've been nice *CoughRubyandRedcough*)
After Nathaniel fell on the floor, Brooke along side him (Which offered reflief, at least John hadn't been smart enough to put them in separate rooms physically (though menatlly he did)) he didn't have the slightest idea what to do. Brooke nodded at him. Are you okay? He nodded back.
The rising beams of the warehouse they were in seemed to hold them in place. Nathaniel glanced at his hand again, willing for his finger to go in and out of existence, but nothing happened. He sighed slightly, and turned his attention away from his hand. There was a small book in the middle of the room. Brooke seemed to be examining it.
"The Looking Glass Wars," she stated.
"I think I've heard of it," said Nathaniel. "I've never read it."
"Lucky for you," she smiled, ever so slighlty, even under the dire circustances, "I have."
"And do you have any idea why the book might be in the middle of this warehouse?"
"I can't have everything, can I?"
Suddenly, the book flew out of Brooke's hands and landed on the floor, a little distance off, the pages thrown open in a mess.
"I probably should get back in there," said an unsteady voice from behind them. "I left Storm in there. Not always a good idea."
It was Catherine.
How about that?
(May 19, 2013 - 7:33 pm)
I like it! But I'm going to wait a bit and see if Red or Ruby write in too.
(May 20, 2013 - 6:19 pm)
I'm BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D
(May 22, 2013 - 4:13 pm)
Yay!
(May 22, 2013 - 6:47 pm)
I couldn't feel my body, but I knew that it was because it hurt so much that my brain couldn't deal with it. I was lying in a small little cell with no powers, which as you may remember is not good. My life force is my powers and without it, well, I die. I couldn't breathe or think or move or anything. The only thing in my body that was working was my heart. I lay there thinking about what a horrible way to die this is.
(Your characters are going to have to rescue me. Just saying.)
(May 22, 2013 - 4:20 pm)