Post by Avi on Sept 3, 2006 14:34:11 GMT -5
((New story I started writing today. I don't have a title for it yet, and it doesn't come in chapters. Please, any comments on this board should be treated like 'ooc', and I owuld appreciate them.))
It had been awhile since she had last seen him, and now she stood near the barred window, silently raging at the head of the Academy. The girl was far enough away to not be close to the leering hisses and poisonous fangs of the others, but close enough to see through the gaps of their sinewy bodies to the three who stood separate, those who were alone, as their minds had not been twisted from the sickening experiment.
Her eyes caught the desperate ones of Sean’s, and he moved across the room with a serpentine grace to see her, the others all moving aside. They had learned before not to stand in his way, as he was the strongest and tallest of the lot, which was increased by his love for her. As they scattered the girl moved closer to the bars, and their hands met as their eyes communicated everything words couldn’t say.
“We have to get you out of here,” she said quietly. She could feel the tenseness in his hand, and gave a slight squeeze.
Sean didn’t respond back with a grip of his own, knowing it would crush her hand. “Marci, you say that every time.”
“It’s gotten worse. You know it; they’ve gotten even more insane. It’s not long until they turn on you as a group, and what will you do then?” Tears rose unbidden to her blue-violet eyes. “I know their poison would affect you, but they do have hands. Choking would not be a quick and painless death, nor would the thousand other things I can think of. And it’s not that I think you incapable or anything…”
“I know you don’t. And it is true. But I’m getting out of here. Well, not the Academy, but of this room. Into one of my own, meaning even more secluded and guarded. You know how Ada dotes on her success.” And he had been her success. She had chosen twelve healthy boys for her project, and after she had started, all of their parents or people who would have cared about them outside of the Academy had mysteriously disappeared or died of supposed natural causes.
She knew what he meant. A bell rang and Marci stood abruptly. “I’ve got to go.”
He gave her a sad smile before tucking a stray lock of brown hair behind her ear. She smiled brilliantly at him before turning to go, saying over her shoulder, “I’ll be back after lunch.”
“Mine or yours?” he called.
“Mine!” A second bell rang more urgently then the first, yelling at her to go to class, and she fled down the hall. Sean looked after her before slowly detaching him self from where he stood, letting the others go back to leer at the bars, letting the one lifeline he had to a normal life leave to chemistry class.
He hadn’t always been like this. He remembered clearly his family, although their faces and voices had become blurred within his mind. Sean had always been a good student; good students got sent to the Academy for higher education. The Head had always been Mark McMann, a respected and wealthy man, who had died of a heart attack just after Sean had been accepted. His mother had been ecstatic, his father proud, and his little sister upset because there would be no one to torment anymore. Sean had packed his bags, said his goodbyes, and left as Ada Morri took over the school.
The boy smiled bitterly. For the first year Ada had seemed like the greatest Head there ever could be, sponsoring prank weeks and only using mild reprimands. But the next year things began to change, and a new darkness emerged in her, as punishments became harsher as well as athletic practices, by her doing. Sean had survived the practices with amazing results with eleven others…He shook his head to clear his thoughts, the scrabbling of the crazy ones piercing through his ears.
It had been awhile since she had last seen him, and now she stood near the barred window, silently raging at the head of the Academy. The girl was far enough away to not be close to the leering hisses and poisonous fangs of the others, but close enough to see through the gaps of their sinewy bodies to the three who stood separate, those who were alone, as their minds had not been twisted from the sickening experiment.
Her eyes caught the desperate ones of Sean’s, and he moved across the room with a serpentine grace to see her, the others all moving aside. They had learned before not to stand in his way, as he was the strongest and tallest of the lot, which was increased by his love for her. As they scattered the girl moved closer to the bars, and their hands met as their eyes communicated everything words couldn’t say.
“We have to get you out of here,” she said quietly. She could feel the tenseness in his hand, and gave a slight squeeze.
Sean didn’t respond back with a grip of his own, knowing it would crush her hand. “Marci, you say that every time.”
“It’s gotten worse. You know it; they’ve gotten even more insane. It’s not long until they turn on you as a group, and what will you do then?” Tears rose unbidden to her blue-violet eyes. “I know their poison would affect you, but they do have hands. Choking would not be a quick and painless death, nor would the thousand other things I can think of. And it’s not that I think you incapable or anything…”
“I know you don’t. And it is true. But I’m getting out of here. Well, not the Academy, but of this room. Into one of my own, meaning even more secluded and guarded. You know how Ada dotes on her success.” And he had been her success. She had chosen twelve healthy boys for her project, and after she had started, all of their parents or people who would have cared about them outside of the Academy had mysteriously disappeared or died of supposed natural causes.
She knew what he meant. A bell rang and Marci stood abruptly. “I’ve got to go.”
He gave her a sad smile before tucking a stray lock of brown hair behind her ear. She smiled brilliantly at him before turning to go, saying over her shoulder, “I’ll be back after lunch.”
“Mine or yours?” he called.
“Mine!” A second bell rang more urgently then the first, yelling at her to go to class, and she fled down the hall. Sean looked after her before slowly detaching him self from where he stood, letting the others go back to leer at the bars, letting the one lifeline he had to a normal life leave to chemistry class.
He hadn’t always been like this. He remembered clearly his family, although their faces and voices had become blurred within his mind. Sean had always been a good student; good students got sent to the Academy for higher education. The Head had always been Mark McMann, a respected and wealthy man, who had died of a heart attack just after Sean had been accepted. His mother had been ecstatic, his father proud, and his little sister upset because there would be no one to torment anymore. Sean had packed his bags, said his goodbyes, and left as Ada Morri took over the school.
The boy smiled bitterly. For the first year Ada had seemed like the greatest Head there ever could be, sponsoring prank weeks and only using mild reprimands. But the next year things began to change, and a new darkness emerged in her, as punishments became harsher as well as athletic practices, by her doing. Sean had survived the practices with amazing results with eleven others…He shook his head to clear his thoughts, the scrabbling of the crazy ones piercing through his ears.