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Against The Will: Chp. 3 and 4 (two for the price of one)
Damn, it's been another month now since I last updated. I need to start writing more. So due to some guilt I decided to give my readers two chapters. You better be happy....or something like that...
Before you start reading though, my imagination, the cursed thing that it is, had an interesting idea that ended up becoming better than the old idea. The only problem was that I had to slighly alter the plot. The overall plot itself is still the same. Just that why someone is this way has a differnet reason than the first idea.
If you really want to know what the first idea was then either email me or IM me and I'll gladly tell. Hopefully with this alteration won't greatly ruin my plot planning.
Against the Will: Chapter 3+4
BEEP!! BEEP!! BEEP!! CRASH!!! Then silence settled down in the room like those bottles of Italian dressing, after a while all those red and brown pieces float down to the bottom. It was one of those long, take-the-time-to-look-back-on-your-sins silences.
I threw my feet down to the cheap brown carpet floor……seeing that somehow I threw my clock to the floor when my hand was looking for the snooze button.
“It’s not supposed to break yet.” I said groggily……I really despised mornings. The black clock was a piece of junk now…with the plastic cover sticking at odd angles and a mess of wires sticking out. The display could have been signaling aliens for all I cared, with the red light no longer displaying numbers.
“I have a six-month warranty on this thing,” I muttered as I turned over the clock……..The warranty expired yesterday. Why do these things never live past the expired warranty date? Then again, I have thrown this clock multiple times…….
“Stupid, cheap five-dollar clock,” I said deciding to leave the mangled mess on the carpet. I needed coffee……or some kind of stimulant……last night was too weird and tiring.
I was slowly dragging my half dead body past the living room of my four-room apartment in the poor part of town to see what I can use to wake myself up.
Then came the knocking……it was similar to those of the police when they were demanding something. Now it was decision time. Door or caffeine? I was going for caffeine when I saw the door shaking out of its frame. My need for caffeine was going to wait.
Groaning, I grabbed my coat and wrapped myself in it. I don’t like it when people open the door and let the cold air get inside my apartment. It’s already hard enough to get back to its warm, comfortable state.
I opened the door to see a tall, intimidating man. He was about 6’3 I think….I am not really sure. I’m about 5’7 but he made me feel short, not that it really mattered. He stared at me, I didn’t care nonetheless. After all I deal with my landlord almost everyday.
I don’t know why he likes bothering me so much. Something about that I cause the most trouble……which makes little sense to me since I pay ahead of time and other things like that but whatever. He just liked annoying me.
“What do you want?” I said not hiding my annoyance. He stared even harder, like I was supposed to suddenly admit that I was stealing cable from the next door neighbor.
The silence continued for a few more minutes, with me not caring and he was still waiting for my sudden outburst.
“You didn’t pay,” He said roughly. I sighed. I was thoroughly sick of this……
I quickly grabbed a shoebox that I kept behind the couch, went fishing for a few minutes and snatched up a long strip of paper. My proof of payment.
“There, are you satisfied? Good.” I said not allowing my landlord to answer. With that he left, probably to go and annoy someone else.
I roughly closed the door. Then, with my feet rubbing against the old carpet I turned on the TV. Somehow, I lost the remote and I really didn’t care.
“Just last night, Madeline Augustine, a twenty year old woman barely escaped with her life. It happened about ten minutes past midnight between the alleys on 67th street.
She claims that her captor was about to shoot her when someone else shot. The first bullet missed but the second shot killed her would-be murderer. Police arrived minutes later after the incident was called in. She is currently resting up in Memorial hospital. Now for other news” The cheery news anchor said as the cameras shifted to the weather.
It took a while before I noticed that my mouth was hanging open. I sank into my pathetic couch as I let everything sink in. This was my reaction
“OH MY FREAKING GOD!!! WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?!”
First, the moon breaks into pieces, then I hear a voice saying to shoot, I shoot and nothing happens. Now I just find out that I stopped a homicide or a murder.
Of course all of it could just be luck or a really, really bad walk home. Still, I couldn’t get rid of the feeling that this was only the start of the roller coaster.
Chp. 4 (This is probably my favorite chapter in this story)
“I really need to find another job,” I muttered, walking down the metallic hall. I had checked myself in an hour early. Might as well explore the place a bit. That’s when it came to me. I have no life.
It does make sense, all I do is wake up, figure out if I’m late at paying anything, do simple errands like getting food, show up for work, walk back home, sleep then the entire day starts over again. Naturally, getting surprised, shocked or freaked out is not part of the cycle.
“Wow, that’s very fascinating,” A familiar voice echoed down the halls. With my curiosity getting the best of me and having nothing to do for an hour, I traced the source of the voice. Weaving around the metallic maze and turning corners I found the target.
It was James. He was talking to the wall.
“To be honest I really don’t know,” James said, looking at the shiny wall.
“James,” I said warily. I found myself having no idea on how to deal with someone who may be insane.
“Oh, hey Sarah,” He said waving. Might as well ask.
“James, why were you talking to the wall?” I asked, keeping my guard up.
“Wall? I wasn’t talking to the wall” James answered. “Why would I talk to the wall?” He added laughing lightly. Maybe he’s in denial.
“But I saw you talking and there’s no one here. So you had to be talking to the wall,” I said, putting in my logic.
“I wasn’t talking to the wall,” James repeated, slightly shaking his head, his black hair swaying.
“Ok, so who were you talking to?” I asked. There was a possibility that he has imaginary friends.
“The ceiling,” he said smiling, pointing up. He talks to the ceiling.
“Ok, why were you……talking to the ceiling?” I asked, continuing this odd conversation.
“Because I was bored and the walls don’t like me.” He answered, smiling. I think my mouth gaped open upon that explanation.
“What? It’s true if you think about it.” James continued, obliviously not noticing my shock (or the fact that my mouth was hanging open)
“Huh?” I said the ultimate word of cluelessness. A word that I will always dread because it shows that you’re weren’t paying attention and the fact that I despise being clueless
“I mean you’re the only person here that’s willing to talk to me.” Ok, James didn’t see the blatant sign of being clueless; or maybe he did notice and decided to continue on with why he talks to the ceiling. God he’s so weird.
“I mean when I try talking to anyone else, they either stare really hard at me like they want to burn me with their laser vision or they just give me the cold shoulder. The same way those British soldiers at the palace act when you wave your hand in front of them or poke them,” James said with vivid hand motions. (Basically, he flailed them around as he was describing the laser vision and soldiers)
“You mean except for me you don’t have anyone to talk to,”
“Yept, and also Mr. Ceiling up there,”
“I didn’t know a ceiling has a gender,” I mean I guess I should feel a bit sorry for him. He does enjoy talking with other people and spreading his happiness around. That’s what probably degraded him into insanity.
“Oh, did you know that there’s a drill today?” James asked, suddenly diverting the topic away from the marriage of Mr. Ceiling and Mrs. Floor.
“Drill?” I replied, nothing clicking.
“Yeah, they are going to shut off the electricity. I mean this is a syndicate. When people invade the first thing they do is cut off the power.”
“Don’t we have a backup?” I inquired, I remember reading that somewhere.
“Yeah there is one but the place runs on so much power that it could take anywhere from a split second to a half an hour. Depending on where the power is cut off.”
Well that makes sense, in its own weird way. Still, how much electricity does this place use everyday?
“You know what to do right?” I quickly nodded, answering the question.
“Well okay then, I should go now. The drill will start soon” With that he walked off into the metal maze of this building, waving as he disappeared from vision.
Taking a deep breath of the recirculated air, I walked in my own direction, hoping that today will be better than yesterday.
I had just approached my spot when the bar fluorescent lights suddenly started flickering. Just blinking on and off. When the power goes out, I’m supposed to go through all the doors until I reach the end, where there’s a solid wall. Simple enough. I thought right when the lights died.
I felt my skin jump right when everything was plunged into black. Then though some strange magic, the bar lights turned on, but instead of the blinding white, it was a soft blue. The softness of that blue was strange, giving the hallway an eerie glow.
If there’s no electricity, then how could the lights even work, or even glow blue for that matter? I shook the thoughts out. I need to concentrate at what I needed to do.
“Of course this had to be my first blackout,” I muttered to myself, slightly annoyed. I turned the silvery knob and the door swung open by itself. I didn’t even push the door open……
The blue light still existed, what was strange was that the room was empty, void of any objects except for another door. There was a nonexistent lock mechanism. It came to me as strange why would they have someone guard the first door then have the second door a nonexistent lock……I turned the handle.
Wait, what is beyond this door? This is the first time I ever been here and who knows what this place is capable of?
Well, if there is something dangerous or valuable then why place me here. I’m just getting paranoid, I said to myself as I opened the door.
I should have stayed paranoid. I knew already that my eyes were widening each second as my mind went to process everything in front of me.
There was a full wall of glass or some kind of transparent material, right in front of me… The blue light didn’t help any with the strangeness of it all.
But it wasn’t the glass that scared me, what was behind it scared me.
A boy was hanging from the ceiling. His arms were suspended by the chains that wrapped around them, connecting to the ceiling. Other chains connected to the wall were circled around his legs and chest. His sneakers were several inches away from the floor.
This is insane. How can someone do that? How can they leave him hanging like that and even with a wall of complete glass separating him from everyone else?! Why is he even there? Who is he? Is there actually a real reason in why he is hanging?
I was a deer frozen by the headlights. Even though I didn’t know what to do my mind kept on taking in the new information. Now it seemed that he wasn’t a boy, he looked more like 15 or 16. There were also shackles on his wrists and ankles…for some odd reason. Also, with the way his head is down he must be sleeping or sedated.
Is this why they have these blackout drills? To see if he would wake up, or maybe others like him, to see their reactions; or was it to see how strong their defenses could be if they ran without power. I quickly confused myself on all the whys and hows.
I just stood there staring at the disturbing image in front of me. For some reason, I wanted to know about him. I was drawn to him, like a moth to a light.
Then his head shot forward, his eyes open.
Yes, I'm a very evil person to just leave you with a cliffhanger. I don't care though, I will put up Chapter Five and Six together so just wait. Hopefully, this won't take a month to do. *Crawls to sleep since she is very tired and it's almost two in the morning*
P.S. Please post, I need opinions and ways on how I can improve this.
This is the space where I would try to direct people to read my fiction but the last thing that I put up was in September. It was on Pojo and is now in the land of the deleted. So I have no fiction whatsoever. Isn't that sad?
Re: Against The Will: Chp. 3 and 4 (two for the price of one
Bumb-bum-bum! Very nice... very, very nice... spooky, and -
CLIFFHANGER!!! WHY?
Grrrr...
You've got a few things that distracted me, such as the marraige between Mr. Celeing and Mrs. Floor, since their was no mention of Mrs. Floor until that line... And the grammatical errors that happen at 1:00 in the morning that I'm sure you could fix if you re-read this.
Other than that, I really am liking this story. I don't know if I relate to it, but I am liking it...
OH GOD WHY???
I don't like cliffhangers... but, they seem to be the main thing that keeps a person reading. I just have to know what happens next. Awesomeness as always, and I'm too durn tired to find any errors, its not like I try to look for them anyway. Can't wait for five.... and six... and seven... and..... *wanders off mumbling to self*
~Shiny Espeon, who really wishes there was a yawning smiley
For anyone who cares, I am the one formerly known as lilangel. w0o7. Go me. *jumps off a cliff*
I have gone to find myself. If I get back before I return, keep me here.
Against The Will: Chp. 3 and 4 (two for the price of one)
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