Saturday, October 31, 2009

MR Fanfic (MPOV) Chapter twenty-nine

"Chad, do you think you could give us a drive to Ohio?" I asked bluntly. It was Chad's day off, so I was hoping he could give us a bit of a ride.

"Ohio?" He asked, looking at me like I was nuts. "You're in Illinois...and that's quite a drive..." He said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"We could make a trip out of it, Dad!" Jessie said excitedly. We were all in the living room, sitting in our respective chairs.

"I could pack some lunches..." Marie said, looking at a very thoughtful Chad. He sighed then shrugged.

"Okay, but we have to be back here tonight, because I do have to work in the morning." He said. Jessie squealed like a little girl and I held back a groan. It's not that I don't love my fans, it's just that I don't want to stuck in a small car with one. I mean, if it was just Chad driving me and Jazz, one of us could sit in the front and the other could have the whole back to themself. But Marie and Jessie were coming, so we three girls had to be crammed in the back. I don't know if you remember this or not, but I'm a wee bit claustrophobic. Okay, I'm a lot claustrophobic.

Marie smiled and walked out to the kitchen, followed closely by Jessie. I looked at Jazz and gave her a rather pathetic look. She raised an eyebrow at me. "Max, you'll be fine. You can sit by one door and I'll sit by the other, Jessie in the middle. That way, we can make a quick escape if we need to." She said softly.

"Huh. You're starting to learn the way of life." I said, patting Jazz on the arm. "But you still have much to learn, young padawan." I finished and she smiled and rolled her eyes. I stood up and walked out to the kitchen.

"We're gonna go get in the car, okay?" I said. Marie nodded and Jessie looked up at her mother. I quickly pushed Jessie towards the door. We ran out to the car and Jessie followed close behind. I groaned before she was close enough to hear it.

After much talking where I pretended to be interested, everyone was in the car and we were on our way down a small road. Jessie was sitting in between me and Jazz, like we had planned, but I was now wishing that Jazz was sitting next to me, so I wouldn't lose my sanity. Jessie was much like Nudge in the way that she WOULDN'T SHUT UP. I leaned against the window, wishing this would just end.

Maximum, she just wants to be your friend. Friends are necessary in this game we call life. I sighed as the voice suddenly spoke up.

No, it's a game YOU call life. I call it by a different name. I thought back to it, glaring at nothing. Besides, I have all of the friends I need.

Do you? I thought about the Flock as the Voice asked that question. I had Fang, who was my best friend; I had Iggy, my go-to guy for anything that blows up; I had Nudge, my entertainment and sometimes annoyance; I had Gazzy, my little trooper; and I had Angel, my baby.

Yeah, I've got all the friends I need. I bit my lip as I felt tears suddenly enter my eyes. I blinked furiously and realized that my breath was starting to fog up the window... Suddenly, my breath caught in my throat. I twisted my neck to see behind the car, but saw nothing unusual. I swallowed hard and realized I was breathing in gasps. My heart was pounding hard.

"Max, you okay?" Jessie asked. I looked over at her and saw she and Jazz were both looking at me, concerned expressions on their faces. "You got kinda quiet..."

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little tired..." I said, lying.

"Maybe you should take a nap..." Jessie said slowly. I looked up at Jazz and locked on her eyes, wondering if mine always looked that way. She reminded me of Fang for a minute with that look she was giving me... I quickly turned away and closed my eyes, an image burned onto the back of my eyelids. It was the thing I thought I had seen on the side of the road, waving at me, a menacing smile on its ugly face.

It was Ari.

Saturday, October 24, 2009

MR Fanfic (TPPOV) Chapter twenty-eight

"Nick?" Fang looked up at the nurse standing in front of the group of still-sleeping kids. Fang had tried to fall asleep, but it just hadn't quite worked out. Too many strange noises in this hospital, he decided.

"Yeah?" He asked after a moment. They had used their fake names when they checked brought Iggy in. Well, the Flock had used fake names, and Thing 1 and Thing 2 had used fake names, but Sam and Kalie had used their real names. Iggy was Timothy, Gazzy had picked the name Alexander for himself, Angel chose Melanie, and Nudge had, of course, chose Krystal.

"Timothy made it through surgery all right and appears to be doing fine. He lost quite a bit of blood, though, and we were wondering if one of you might like to give him blood, since you said you're all related." She gave Fang a meaningful look that meant the doctors had run Iggy's blood to see what type it was so they could give him some and had found out it wasn't any regular type at all.

"Yeah, I'll give him some blood." Fang stretched and closed the laptop then stood up. He put the laptop down on the small couch where he was sitting and stepped over the sleeping people on the floor. He looked at Sam, who was awake, and nodded. Sam nodded in reply and Fang walked away with the nurse. They went through a couple big doors and down a hallway, then entered into a small room. Iggy was laying on a hospital bed with all sorts of things connected to him. Fang's heart started to beat harder. Iggy was wearing a hospital gown. That meant that these people had changed his clothes. That meant they had seen his wings. Fang swallowed hard and looked at the nurse. He was the same height as her, and she was wearing heels, so he looked right in her eyes.

"If you'll have a seat, I'll draw some blood so we can give it to your frien- er, brother." She winked at Fang and he sat down.

"Who all saw his wings?" Fang suddenly asked.

"Only me and the people who performed the surgery. Your secret - whatever it is - is safe with us." She said, giving him a reassuring smile. Fang still wasn't totally believing her, and he looked straight at Iggy's paler-than-normal face as she began drawing his blood. Fang didn't know how much she got out of his body, but when she was done, he was feeling a little light-headed. She handed him a small glass of orange juice and he drank it without taking his eyes off of Iggy.

"Is he going to be all right?" Fang asked when he was finished with the orange juice.

"He should be, but we're going to have to keep monitoring him. With his amount of blood loss, he could go into shock, so the next twenty-four hours will be critical." The nurse replied. Fang frowned.

"Twenty-four hours? You mean we have to stay here another day?" He asked, trying not to sound too surprised. The nurse nodded and Fang scowled.

"Do you and your family want some breakfast?" The nurse asked. Fang looked up at her and nodded. "Well, then, you take this and get what you need." The nurse handed Fang a little card and smiled. "We figured that since you wouldn't tell us who your parents were, you were orphans of some kind, and you all looked pretty worn out and hungry when you came in, so some of us pitched in some money to get you this card. It'll pay for some meals here, depending upon how much food you get at each one." Fang looked at the card. It looked just like a plastic credit card with the name of the hospital on it. Fang turned the card over in his fingers, trying to process all of this. Was this a trap? Why was this lady being so nice to him? What was going on here? Fang swallowed and finally spoke again.

"Thanks." He said quickly. He stood up and the nurse rubbed his shoulder.

"You're welcome." She said softly. She looked like she meant it, but Fang knew that even if someone looked innocent, that didn't mean they were.

Sunday, October 18, 2009

HP, Chapter 14, continued

That night went by slowly for Albus. All through the night the werewolves howled, and at one point, Albus could have sworn he heard something yelp out in pain. Whether it was human or not, he couldn't tell. His brain had gotten so tired that all it heard was howls...over and over again... The moon was getting lower on the horizon, and a chill went up Albus's spine. He turned around and saw Derek, Holly, and Peter all squashed onto one of the large chairs with Holly in the middle and the boys on either side of her. They were sleeping softly, the boys using Holly's shoulders as pillows, and Holly, in turn, was using Peter's head as a pillow. Albus looked over at the other chair and noticed that James was sprawled across it with his legs dangling over one of the armrests, sleeping. Albus looked around for Samantha and saw her sitting by the table. She appeared to be reading three things at once...two books and a scroll. Albus was interested, but not enough to pull himself away from the window.

Suddenly, Albus heard the soft sound of a flute. He looked around and saw no one except his friends, and none of them were playing any sort of instrument. The tune was beautiful...soft...sweet. For the first time, Albus felt himself getting tired. He leaned against the wall near the window and rubbed his eyes. He wanted to stay awake, but he just felt that he couldn't keep his eyes open any longer... He felt his back sliding down against the wall then he bumped the floor... Albus opened his eyes for a moment and saw the light from the table where Samantha was reading, then it all went dark as the drifting melody from no where lulled him to sleep...


"Albus..." Albus looked around, trying to peer through the darkness. A weak voice called out to him in a moan.

"Who's there? Where are you?" Albus asked, wondering where the light had gone.

" hurts..." the voice came again. Albus swallowed hard and tried to feel where he was. The only thing he could feel was the ground beneath his feet.

"What hurts?" Albus called out to the voice.

"EVERYTHING!" It yelled, and Albus jumped awake. He looked around at the Common room and sighed. It had all been a dream... No one was in the Common room, but the chairs were still where they had been last night - right by the window. Albus stood up and stretched then looked out the window. It was late morning, by the looks of it. Suddenly, the door to the Common room burst open and Derek ran in.

"Albus! You're awake!" He said with a small smile. He ran up and grabbed Albus's arm. "Come on! We're going to be late for class! You slept past breakfast, but I got you a muffin." Derek said, pulling a blueberry muffin out of his book bag. The muffin was rather squashed.

"Thanks..." Albus said slowly, looking at the muffin hesitantly.

"No time now! We've got to GO!" Derek said, dragging Albus back to the door.

"But I don't have my books!" Albus said, pulling his arm free from Derek's grasp.

"Then go get them!" Derek yelled, running back to the door and opening it. "I'll meet you in transfiguration!" Albus ran up to his room as Derek ran out the door. In a minute, Albus had all of the books he needed in his book bag and was dashing out the Common room door. He sped down the hall past a few other late students (most of them first years) and a few ghosts. Peeves flew right in front of him, and Albus didn't turn fast enough to avoid running through Peeves. If Albus wasn't awake before that, he was certainly awake afterwards. He felt as if he'd just ran through an icy waterfall. Albus turned a corner and dashed through the door into the transfiguration classroom. He ran over to sit next to Peter, just as Professor McGonagal walked in from the back. Peter looked Albus over and made a face.

"Didn't you wake up soon enough to change your clothes?" Peter hissed. Albus shook his head. "I suppose it's safe to assume you didn't brush your hair, either, then?" Peter raised an eyebrow and gave Albus a look. Albus licked one of his hands and tried to pat his hair down. It was only then that he realized how messed up the back of his hair must have been. He heard a giggle and turned around to see a Ravenclaw girl giggling at him. Albus moaned softly and turned back to the front. He decided then and there that today was probably going to be a bad day.

Saturday, October 17, 2009

HP, Chapter 14, continued

James and Samantha managed to move some of the chairs from in front of the fireplace over in front of one of the windows in the common room with a levitation spell while the others talked in hushed tones.

"You know, it's so much easier to move stuff with magic, it's not even funny." Samantha said, putting her hands on her hips.

"Yeah, but then I think of all the Muggles doing it by hand and it's funny again." James said with a smile. Samantha smiled back then looked at the others. None of them were smiling.

"Guys, she'll be okay." Samantha said to them. None of them responded. Holly walked over to one of the chairs and sat down in it. Albus walked over to the window as Derek and Peter walked over to the other chair and had a whispered duel as to who got to sit in it. Albus sighed as the moon rose higher into the sky. Albus glanced around the common room to see that their small group was the only group down there. Not even a ghost in sight. Suddenly, a howl pierced the silent night.

"Did you all hear that?" Albus asked in a whisper, as if speaking too loud would attract it. Peter, who was left standing, nodded.

"Hear what?" Samantha asked, clearly pretending she hadn't heard the howl. James rolled his eyes. Holly glanced up from a book she was reading then looked back down at it quickly. More howls sounded and Albus felt his heart pumping.

"Werewolves are really loud tonight..." Derek mumbled, rubbing his right arm with his left hand as another howl rang out.

"That one wasn't a werewolf, Derek." Holly said softly.

"Well then, what was it?" Derek asked, giving his sister a look.

"A Grim." She replied simply.

"Oh, just great, so she's probably surrounded by werewolves with a death omen right in front of her! Perfect!" Albus said sarcastically.

"Albus, it's a common misconception that Grims are death omens." Holly said. Samantha turned away from the window, looking interested. Derek groaned.

"What are they, then?" Peter asked. Holly smiled.

"Well, I first heard it from my mum, but I'll try to tell it to you all, if you'd like." Holly said happily. Derek was the only one showing any opposition to this, so Holly began to tell the story.

"Long ago, there were two friends, Jezabell and Miria. The two were very close and shared many things with each other, and many secrets. One day, Jezabell told Miria a very different secret. She told her that she was somewhat like an animagus...that she could turn into a big black dog. But she had never really learned how, she just always knew how. Miria thought this was amazing, so Jezabell continued. She went on to tell her friend about her dreams... In all of her dreams, Jezabell spoke with people. Most of them were no longer living in this world, so Jezabell assumed they were figments her mind had created to keep her company in the night. The strange thing was, though, all of the dream-people where very close to Jezabell's friends in this world. Maria was curious, but slightly nervous about this. She didn't know what to say.

"After the two grew old, Miria decided to tell her grandchildren about the story, and in turn, they told their children, and so on and so forth. As these things go, the story got twisted around and the big black dog became known as a Grim...a death omen." Holly finished and Albus couldn't help but shudder. The story was fine, but oddly spooky...

"Okay, if the Grim isn't a death omen, how come all of those people who have seen it have died?" Derek said, voicing Albus' scepticism.

"Because they think it's a death omen, so they do something stupid that ends up getting them killed. It's their own stupid mistakes that gets them dead. Remember Uncle Albert?" Holly said, raising an eyebrow. Derek rolled his eyes.

"What happened to Uncle Albert?" Samantha asked quickly.

"He thought he saw a Grim, thought he was going to die, so he went skiing as a last hurrah. But he'd never been skiing before, so he ended up tumbling down a few too many times and he...uh...broke his neck." Holly finished softly.

"That's awful!" Samantha said, looking suddenly sad. Albus noted that sadness looked odd on Samantha. He guessed this was because she was always so happy...

"Nah, it's all right, we didn't really know him that well anyways." Derek said with a shrug.

Saturday, October 10, 2009

I am about to change the world!

With two words. Are you ready?

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