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10-30-2003, 11:07 AM
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Loser
Location: Davidson College, NC
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Chapter 1: Matt
The rain fell hard onto Matt as he fell hard to the floor. It was extremely dark in the parking lot save for the bright flashes of lightning crashing down again and again. It was close and the sound was deafening. You could see the bolts falling from heaven not too far away.
“Get up you pussy,” said Matt’s attacker, tauntingly. The attacker was obviously drunk. Matt knew him from school, but not too well. He couldn’t even remember his name. Matt managed to get to his hands and knees and responded, “No. This fight is petty and meaningless. Plus, you’re drunk.” This seemed to irritate the man and he kicked Matt across his ribs. This caused Becca, Matt’s girlfriend who had been watching from the car, to get out. “Stop! Leave him alone!” she yelled, running to pull Matt’s attacker from him. She grabbed him by the arm, and he turned and delivered a devastating punch to her stomach. “Damn wench,” he said. He pulled his hand back to hit her again, but it was caught in a crushing grip. He turned to see Matt seething with anger. His eyes were almost glowing with pure rage. Matt threw a powerful punch at his attacker, pulling him into it with his own wrist. He then followed up with a knee to the gut and followed that with a left hook. It all occurred in mere fractions of a second and felt like one blow to Matt’s victim as he crumpled to the floor, writhing in pain. The rain covered the tears that were falling down Matt’s cheeks. He hated violence and hated to see anyone in pain, especially pain he had caused. However, Matt quickly remembered Rebecca and ran over to his beloved. “Are you alright?” he asked. He pulled her up and checked her for injury. “I’m fine,” she replied, happy to see that Matt had finally decided to fight back. “Not for long,” called a voice from behind her. The man had crawled back up to his hands and knees, and he had a gun pointed at Rebecca. She was between Matt and the gun and he had no time to get between them or move her. Just as Matt heard the ear-piercing bang of the gun being fired, a great lightening bolt fell down from above him right onto his head. The strange thing about this, though, was that there were no longer any clouds above Matt, and the lightening didn’t seem to be doing any harm. Rather, he felt himself being surrounded by a comforting light. He felt its power rushing through him. It made the hair on his head stand on end, and a brilliant white aura surrounded him. He could clearly see the bullet, traveling from the gun. It was as though it was all happening in slow motion. Then, instinctively, he reached out his hand and the bullet stopped in place, a few feet in front of the gun. At that point he reverted to looking the same way he had before, confused and relieved at the same time. Becca and the man with the gun both stared in shock at the bullet lying on the asphalt. Becca had not seen the strange occurrence behind her and it had happened too quickly for the man to perceive. All he was left with was a deep feeling of guilt for the deed he had almost committed. He began crying into his sleeves. “Let’s go,” said Matt, “he’ll leave us alone.” The two walked to Matt’s car and drove off into the stormy night. Last edited by Eldaire; 11-02-2003 at 03:14 AM.. |
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11-02-2003, 03:28 AM
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Loser
Location: Davidson College, NC
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Chapter 2: Camilo
The small Columbian-American boy stood silently as he watched his mother and her boyfriend. They were yelling loudly. This sort of thing happened all the time. It tore Camilo up inside, though he'd never show it. He longed for his father to return, but he was long gone. Camilo had grown pretty thick skin over the years, but this was heavy, even for him. The yelling got louder and louder. This guy was a real jerk.
"Listen bitch, I'm not gonna put up with any lip from you." the man yelled. "Oh yes you will! I will not let you bring drugs into this house in front of my son!" shouted Camilo's mom with great ferocity. "Tha hell I won't. I'll do whatever I want and you don't have any say in the matter. I don't have to watch anything in front of this brat." As he finished shouting, he turned and delivered a firm backhand to the 17 year old Camilo. His mother's eyes filled with fury and tears. "How dare you!?" She moved to force the man out of her home, but he easily overpowered her. He sent her to the floor with a firm punch to the face. Camilo began seething with rage as he lay watching it from the floor. As the mother moved to get up, the man gave her a firm kick to the ribs and sent her right back down. At this, Camilo jumped up. "Oh, you're showing some energy then. What's the matter?" He stomped on her back. "I said what's the matter you little punk?! Are you mad? Huh?" He kicked her again, this time in the face. "Am I making you... angry?" At that exact instance, a strange darkness came over the room. It seemed to be seeping up from the floor. It was thick and black as tar, and it seemed now to be drifting towards Camilo. His eyes began to glow through the darkness in an eerie blood red. Then, the darkness drifted entirely inside of Camilo's body for a split second. Immediately after, it burst back out, but differently. Now it was filled with awesome power and it seemed to somehow illuminate with darkness in a strange, undescribable way. The man took one look in Camilo's blood red eyes and wet himself. He began shaking and backing away. "Yes," Camilo responded in a voice so horrifying that the man fell to his knees in fear. He looked down at his mother passed out and bleeding on the floor. "I am angry. I am... FURIOUS!" He then swung at the man from a good five feet away, but the force from his dark aura sent the man flying through one of the walls of the house into a tree outside. The tree bent and crackled under the force. Needless to say, the man immediately died. Camilo then, as though it were completely natural, reverted to the way he had been before, and began tending to his mother's wounds. |
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11-02-2003, 11:05 PM
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Loser
Location: Davidson College, NC
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Chapter 3: Ben
The clock beamed the time in bright red letters from a corner of the room. 3:00 AM. The lights were on and they showed a single bed, a single desk with a small desk lamp, also on, and mountains upon mountains of book. Ben Mclaughlin poured over one of these many books. He had been reading since he got home from school when the clock showed a PM next to that three. This was how he spent most of his time. Even in school he had little time for friends. Almost every free moment was spent pouring over books or literature he found on the internet. He never exercised or played any sports. He never spent any time outside either. Because of this, his body had become skinny and pale. His acne covered face was a ghostly white. He was content this way though, and needed nothing more. His parents never paid it much mind. They never noticed. His dad was gone and his mom remained in a drunken haze. He lived on his own. It never bothered him to be alone though. It just meant he had more time for his books.
He especially loved old books. The types with discolored pages and brown rotting covers. He loved to read anything ancient. His head was filled with every type of ancient belief and knowledge that there was. Recently he had come across a prophesy that interested him very much. It became an obsession for him and he focused his readings around it. Right now, though, he was reading one of the more philosophical texts. He had read hundreds of these as well, but this one was different. It seemed to hold a special meaning for him. As he flipped through the pages, he could feel something in his mind changing. His entire way of thinking was being reformatted. Then, as he read the final words, something seemed to click. He could feel a strange stirring inside his head. Then, reality seemed to swirl and dissolve before his eyes. He saw the world in an entirely new light. He could see things he could never see before, strange things that are indescribable to anyone who hasn't seen them before. These things were the very threads that held our reality together. He could see his own threads that came from his body. He could see a gentle blue aura flowing around him. He wasn't sure when it had gotten there, but he realized he could use it to control his threads and thereby control the other threads as well. He focused his mind in a way that seemed perfectly normal to him at the time, and then, very suddenly, a small flower appeared in front of him and fell to the floor. He continued to strain his mind and the flower set ablaze and whithered away. The ash then turned to vapor and disappeared into the air. He knew what this was. He knew from the prophesy... Last edited by Eldaire; 11-02-2003 at 11:08 PM.. |
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11-08-2003, 01:36 AM
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Loser
Location: Davidson College, NC
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Alright guys, I've decided to take this in a different direction. I'm gonna base it around one character so that people will be able to relate to him more and become more involved with his story. The character is... the only one I didn't introduce above :-P. I'm gonna get to work on it soon.
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