A deep breathe inwards, and Life surges ruthlessly into me, bringing with it tactile feelings of a substantial world. Beneath me, a surface. Flat, soft. A bed, pushing upwards with a force equal to that with which my weight presses down. A second breath, and I feel cobwebs stir inside, the waking process ripping and tearing them apart. Third, and the lightness and electricity dissipates. I am heavy now. An awareness of a body, my body, this collection of atoms, arranged in this particular way, which finds itself here, particularly here, no where else but here. I’m sure of it. I feel dust, hovering and floating above me, brushing against my surface, my skin.
Don’t touch me, I’m far too raw at this moment.
But Dust will not listen. He continues his search along my body. Languidly, agonizingly slow. He presses himself on top of me, and coats me until I am his second layer. I will suffocate if I do not react, if I do not push him away.
The pain lasts for a fraction of second. Any longer, and I will burst. The seams which hold me together as one entity threaten to snap. But they don’t. Only a fraction of a second, see. And my eyes are wide open now. Dim lights reflects off them, and I take in what is processed: an image of a ceiling, grey blotches of pasty stucco churn as my vision adjusts and focuses: a square window to my right produces the only source of light in the small room: a white, searing light, that floods in and almost burns my retinas after what seems to have been a long, long period of darkness. Long, I know, because the ache that penetrates my flesh, bones and perhaps soul, if I have one, makes me tremble and seize in a way that only a long drought of inactivity could do. But I am conscious. Or at least, I think I am.
I think, therefore I am.
I send out signals, and the filaments which make up my muscles respond, one by one. Awaken, twist, turn; make yourself useful. A flooding, tingling sensation lights my body ablaze as I flex each body part in turn. Whether I’m ready for it or not, I’m awake.
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Author’s Note:
First random one-shot~. Have a larger , vague story scheme it might continue onto maybe. Started on, um, August 3rd. Whoo, 380 words in two months. orz;;
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untitled 1 – 10/10/09
The air was cold and crisp, and made her lungs heavy with each breathe. She tightened the muscles in her legs, preparing herself for flight, just in case someone were to pass by her hiding place and spot her. She pushed softly on her earpiece, “We have visual,” her voice was barely audible, “Target is a tall gentleman, six foot three, or there abouts, with ruffled dirty-blond hair. Dark attire: suit, neatly ironed, with an unremarkable grey tie. Shades, even though it’s evening. He’s carrying a..” she squinted, “a small pistol, safety on, in a pocket under his left arm. No other weapons, it seems.”
“Roger that,” a voice only she could hear affirmed her report.
Opposite her location, in a similar position, a young man peered at the entrance through binoculars. “Betcha I can take this guy out in less than eight seconds,” he whispered to another companion who was kneeling behind him.
“He’s worth no more than seven,” without taking her eyes off an metal orb she held in her hand, Yukia Rei made the final adjustments to the apparatus, and pocketed it before surveying the scene with her partner. “Make that five.”
“Confident, huh? Alright, if you can pull it off in five, dinner’s my treat.”
“Hm, sounds good,” she glanced quickly at the time on her wristwatch.
“And if not…” the man grinned, “you give me your HEA-“
“Yeah, yeah, heart, got it.” Before he could finish, Yukia pushed herself away from the wall beside her and rolled out into the open.
Five.
“Rei is on the move. She’s out solo. Plan C: commence,” the girl with the earpiece pulled at the cloth tucked underneath her chin.
“Ok, Leo. You know what to do,” the voice on the other end was smug and deliberate. Its owner was in no fear of the team’s failure.
“Mhm..” with her mask securely in place, Leonore braced herself, left hand steadying her body against the ground, and her right placed lightly on the black scabbard at her side. The guard at the entrance turned at the sound of crunching gravel.
“What the-!?”
Four
“Hey. What’s up?” Panels on the orb flashed under the street lamps as Yukia pulled out her creation. The guard only registered its presence when it collided with his face. Immediately upon impact, the orb loosened, and a translucent netting material emerged from it, engulfing the bewildered man. Leonore took this as her cue and sprinted out from where she had been hiding. She had little time to crack the code to the door before the guard’s colleagues would begin to notice that his radio had been silenced.
Three.
Leonore placed her fingers on the touchpad and concentrated. She felt the molecules of the pad vibrate, quickening the harder she focused. Hurry. She urged the code to present itself to her. Hurry. Her mind darkened, and she soon became unaware of her physical surroundings. All sensory stimulation was unknown to her. In this abyss, she waited.
Two.
A jolt of electricity illuminated her mental vision, so brief, she wasn’t sure if what she saw was real or if it was simply her imagination.
366j9t8s2
Her eyes shot open. Without delay, she punched in the numbers and letters.
“Password incorrect. Please try again.”
One.
Scalding flames whipped past her, licking at stray tips of her tied-up hair. She jumped back, just in time to see the fireball make quick work of the doors in front of her; the edges of the newly created meter-wide hole sizzled, and dripped of hot magma.
“BOOYA!” his voice was high and excited. It took a few seconds before Leonore could shake the adrenaline off and turn to face the fireball’s creator. “And that’s how it’s done, mm hmm. Come on, give me some love,” Kowz had emerged from the shadows and approached the ninja with outstretched arms.
“Nicely done,” Leonore caught the quickly moving Kowz and took his hearty hug, “Whoa, alright, alright..”
“Yeah, hugs lasting longer than six seconds are reserved for… other people.” Yukia had retrieved the spent orb, and was walking towards her comrades. “Strange you had to use it though. Leo’s technopathy doesn’t usually fail.”
“Unless I slipped up on entering a character..” Leonore pondered.
“Got too nervous in the heat of the moment?”
“I, I was pretty focused..”
“Maybe she wanted me to demonstrate my awesome powers,” Kowz stretched and surveyed his work, “Nicely done, nicely done, indeed, Kowz..”
“Right. Just don’t cook yourself, yeah?” After mentally calculating if she had sufficient distance to clear the debris, Yukia quickly leapt through the hole. “More guards soon. Hustle,” she smirked back at her friends before disappearing into the shadows.
“Yikes, she’s fast, huh?” not bothering to match her speed, Kowz slowly inched his way over the smoldering rocks.
“Yeah, she’s efficient in what she does,” stepping sideways out from behind Kowz, Leonore quickly hurdled her way through the hole, and raced off into the passage.
“Oh, hey, wait! What? Aw..” muttering to himself, the fire mage continued his slow crossing. At last, he hopped off onto the other side.
“Let them go first. Monitoring is easier from afar,” the message was quietly transmitted through his earpiece.
Kowz adjusted the small device, “Ah yes. Monitor..”
“We’ll let them stake out the area, set tracks, and if they do indeed get close enough to the prize..”
“We snatch it! And sell it. For LOTS AND LOTS OF PESOS!! AHAHAA.”
“No. We don’t sell it.”
“But-”
“No.”
“But-!”
“Shut up.”
“:’<”
“Yes… once I get my hands on the prize, I will have the power to cast off this hideous guise, and live as I was truly meant to: as ruler, ruler! RULER! Of this rotten place.”
“Why do you want to be ruler of a rotten place?”
“I said ‘shut up’.”
“Listen, you don’t own me, parrot.”
“I, I’M NOT A PARROT.”
“Right. I hear feathers ruffling.”
“Oh, just you wait, Kowz…. Once that prize is mine, you’ll suffer for your disresp-“
“Ok, ok, stop yabbing, Shin, they’re probably miles away now. Gotta go, see ya.”
Running his hand through his hair, Kowz switched off his earpiece, and sped off after the others.
I’m not really this capricious
Re-routing all future blog-type entry things to this site. Will prevent redundancy and hopefully increase convenience. Or make it confusing and cluttered. We’ll just have to wait and see. Older blogs can be found on the side-bar.
Beginning work on a fiction inspired by fellow CPMers. Synopsis in “works catalogue.” Will post as things churn out. Suggestions/ideas/contributions very much welcome! :D
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