Nightmares
Posted: Sat Apr 29, 2006 6:35 pm
((As I havn't done much with Moon, I figured I'd sit down and knock out some story for him. As a magic hero, I tend to find myself going up against the CoT a lot, so I figured they would sooner or later want to get him out of the picture... Let me know what you thing and if ya notice any typoes or grammer programs (or anything else that seems confusing) just pm me, and I'll try to fix it. This is the first part, I think a good opening while I think up some more stuff to follow along. Anyone wanting to help out in the story characterwise, drop me a note as well. Thanks. Any feedback would be nice as well.))
Nightmares, Chapter 1.
Jake was spending this weekend as he normally did, running around the city getting exercise that he couldn't during the busy school week. He took this time for himself, just to jog and think. As his super speed carried him around like a blur, he scanned the streets for signs of heroes in trouble. He looked up to most heroes, but some always seemed to put themselves in places that they can't handle.
“Take this blaster, for instance,” he thought to himself. Jake was taking a long way around Perez Park, heading towards Atlas. This skinny guy thought he could sneak up on a large group of Hellions. By the time Jake got up, he looked as if he knocked a few out, but the rest had overwhelmed the little blaster. Using his powers received from that mysterious person so long ago, he took a breath and let flow his powers of healing. The cuts and bruises visible on the little hero glowed softly as they closed. Jake used another power that boosted the hero’s ability to fend off the attacks. His work done for now, Jake sped off down the street without even waiting for a little 'Thank you.'
He's not normally this rude, but after that last mission he helped on, he felt strange. It's no real secret that many of the students on campus are, well let’s say more advanced in some areas then others. These students take time to help out those in need around Paragon City. The contacts that Jake uses seem to have a problem with the Circle of Thorn lately. Jake didn’t offer to help too often. His area of study was more supportive then offensive, and it made him feel weak when trying to handle things on his own. When he was asked to sneak in to a Circle of Thorn hideout and pick up a few crystals and books, he was very excited. At last was a chance to prove himself. He was able to use his super speed along with a new trick that he learned. This little trick made him somewhat transparent to others when he wasn’t too close. He was able to take his time and find what was needed. But just at the end, he swore one of the Mages looked right at him, but then looked away. At the time, he was happy to escape unnoticed. Now, something was nagging at him, something he couldn’t place.
The rest of his run went without a problem. This in itself was odd, but Jake paid it no heed. “What was it there… It’s like something I saw, but didn’t really notice it.” Lost in his own thoughts, he sped down the street towards Kings Row. Anyone watching the young man racing down the street must of thought he was in some Zen-like state; expressionless and looking ahead blankly as he replayed going though the dark and wet cave.
He was physically in Kings Row, heading towards the tram to take a ride back to campus, but mentally he was near the end of his little adventure. He remembered picking up the last book. He thought he was in the clear, but when he turned to leave, there was mage dressed in orange and brown robes that had walked into the room. He remembered closing his mouth so he didn’t gasp out loud. And lastly, he remembered the mage looking right at him, right into his own eyes. The Mage then glanced around, and walked out and down the hall. The brush with this Mage took a toll on Jake, and he hurried himself out of that wretched cave and back to his contact to dispose of the books and gems.
Jake was so engrossed in his story, he failed to noticed something very strange. He stopped and took a look around. He was about three blocks north of the tram, but the streets were empty. Standing in the middle of the intersection, he looked around, confused. No pedestrians walked the street; no cars were in sight that weren’t parked along the road.
“What the … It’s only about four, where is everyone?” He voice echoed strangely off the buildings. “I better get back, no telling what has happened now.” He sighed to himself, and pushed his super speed to the limit getting to the tram. He hopped the railing and stood by the tracks, waiting for the next car.
“Man, I hope the tram is still running,” he said to himself as he poked his head past the barrier and looked down the track. He could hear some clinking and clacking along towards the station. He waited as the car came around and slowed to a stop in front of the guardrail. The doors slid open, and just as he took one step inside he looked up and gasped as he saw the face of the mage again. His jaw went slack and he tried to turn and run, but he couldn’t seem to control his legs. The mage just grinned and reached toward him. Jake felt as his something was hugging him really tight. It was hard to breathe and he couldn’t move at all.
“Sleep now,” the rough voice rasped. “Sleep, little hero. The trip ahead is long.” The mage closed his outstretched hand and Jake felt the invisible grip on his tighten even more. He tried to take a breath but couldn’t seem to pull any air in. He struggled weakly as everything went black…
With a loud gasp, Jake sat up in his bed. He continued to pull in big, panting breathes as he looked around. The ice that seemed to be in his veins slowly melted away as he realized his was back home, back in his bed. It was dark outside, and the clock said it was five in the morning.
He pulled his blanket off and stood up, trying to slow his breathing now that he knew he was safe. Walking into the bathroom, he grabbed his portable radio, and put his headphones on to listen to some music.
“What a god-awful hour to be awake on a Sunday,” he muttered to himself. He figured after that bad dream, he might just as well get up and get a start on some homework. He flicked on the radio and heard the high-pitched voice of the local morning radio news/comedy show. He stared at himself in the mirror for a moment before he remembered this show was only one during the weekdays.
“Wait... it was Saturday afternoon when I went running.” He walked to the small window in the bathroom and looked out to see some teachers and other staff walking up to get things ready for the students. “But… This should be Sunday… what is going on! I better get back to that contact, find out just who I borrowed those things from is.” He turned and hurried to get dressed.
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End of Chapter 1
edit: I can't believe I called myself Jack instead of Jake... heh
Nightmares, Chapter 1.
Jake was spending this weekend as he normally did, running around the city getting exercise that he couldn't during the busy school week. He took this time for himself, just to jog and think. As his super speed carried him around like a blur, he scanned the streets for signs of heroes in trouble. He looked up to most heroes, but some always seemed to put themselves in places that they can't handle.
“Take this blaster, for instance,” he thought to himself. Jake was taking a long way around Perez Park, heading towards Atlas. This skinny guy thought he could sneak up on a large group of Hellions. By the time Jake got up, he looked as if he knocked a few out, but the rest had overwhelmed the little blaster. Using his powers received from that mysterious person so long ago, he took a breath and let flow his powers of healing. The cuts and bruises visible on the little hero glowed softly as they closed. Jake used another power that boosted the hero’s ability to fend off the attacks. His work done for now, Jake sped off down the street without even waiting for a little 'Thank you.'
He's not normally this rude, but after that last mission he helped on, he felt strange. It's no real secret that many of the students on campus are, well let’s say more advanced in some areas then others. These students take time to help out those in need around Paragon City. The contacts that Jake uses seem to have a problem with the Circle of Thorn lately. Jake didn’t offer to help too often. His area of study was more supportive then offensive, and it made him feel weak when trying to handle things on his own. When he was asked to sneak in to a Circle of Thorn hideout and pick up a few crystals and books, he was very excited. At last was a chance to prove himself. He was able to use his super speed along with a new trick that he learned. This little trick made him somewhat transparent to others when he wasn’t too close. He was able to take his time and find what was needed. But just at the end, he swore one of the Mages looked right at him, but then looked away. At the time, he was happy to escape unnoticed. Now, something was nagging at him, something he couldn’t place.
The rest of his run went without a problem. This in itself was odd, but Jake paid it no heed. “What was it there… It’s like something I saw, but didn’t really notice it.” Lost in his own thoughts, he sped down the street towards Kings Row. Anyone watching the young man racing down the street must of thought he was in some Zen-like state; expressionless and looking ahead blankly as he replayed going though the dark and wet cave.
He was physically in Kings Row, heading towards the tram to take a ride back to campus, but mentally he was near the end of his little adventure. He remembered picking up the last book. He thought he was in the clear, but when he turned to leave, there was mage dressed in orange and brown robes that had walked into the room. He remembered closing his mouth so he didn’t gasp out loud. And lastly, he remembered the mage looking right at him, right into his own eyes. The Mage then glanced around, and walked out and down the hall. The brush with this Mage took a toll on Jake, and he hurried himself out of that wretched cave and back to his contact to dispose of the books and gems.
Jake was so engrossed in his story, he failed to noticed something very strange. He stopped and took a look around. He was about three blocks north of the tram, but the streets were empty. Standing in the middle of the intersection, he looked around, confused. No pedestrians walked the street; no cars were in sight that weren’t parked along the road.
“What the … It’s only about four, where is everyone?” He voice echoed strangely off the buildings. “I better get back, no telling what has happened now.” He sighed to himself, and pushed his super speed to the limit getting to the tram. He hopped the railing and stood by the tracks, waiting for the next car.
“Man, I hope the tram is still running,” he said to himself as he poked his head past the barrier and looked down the track. He could hear some clinking and clacking along towards the station. He waited as the car came around and slowed to a stop in front of the guardrail. The doors slid open, and just as he took one step inside he looked up and gasped as he saw the face of the mage again. His jaw went slack and he tried to turn and run, but he couldn’t seem to control his legs. The mage just grinned and reached toward him. Jake felt as his something was hugging him really tight. It was hard to breathe and he couldn’t move at all.
“Sleep now,” the rough voice rasped. “Sleep, little hero. The trip ahead is long.” The mage closed his outstretched hand and Jake felt the invisible grip on his tighten even more. He tried to take a breath but couldn’t seem to pull any air in. He struggled weakly as everything went black…
With a loud gasp, Jake sat up in his bed. He continued to pull in big, panting breathes as he looked around. The ice that seemed to be in his veins slowly melted away as he realized his was back home, back in his bed. It was dark outside, and the clock said it was five in the morning.
He pulled his blanket off and stood up, trying to slow his breathing now that he knew he was safe. Walking into the bathroom, he grabbed his portable radio, and put his headphones on to listen to some music.
“What a god-awful hour to be awake on a Sunday,” he muttered to himself. He figured after that bad dream, he might just as well get up and get a start on some homework. He flicked on the radio and heard the high-pitched voice of the local morning radio news/comedy show. He stared at himself in the mirror for a moment before he remembered this show was only one during the weekdays.
“Wait... it was Saturday afternoon when I went running.” He walked to the small window in the bathroom and looked out to see some teachers and other staff walking up to get things ready for the students. “But… This should be Sunday… what is going on! I better get back to that contact, find out just who I borrowed those things from is.” He turned and hurried to get dressed.
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End of Chapter 1
edit: I can't believe I called myself Jack instead of Jake... heh