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Post by Dante on Mar 18, 2005 4:16:25 GMT -5
All good, PJ. Write more.
(This is me posting from school while nobody's watching.)
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Post by PJ on Mar 18, 2005 5:34:52 GMT -5
And here we have the infamous part II:
Part II
“I say we kill him and burn the corpse. He knows how to open the passageway. There is no other way.” The voice was cruel, and distinctly British. “But he’s just a kid. Almost as old as us!” This one was female. Sounded slightly American. “Dante has a point, but I dislike the need. Is there nothing we can do? No chemicals or such to make him forget?” This voice was also British, and male, but kinder than the first. “There is nothing we can do to make him forget. All we can do is make sure he does not spread our secret,” the one known as Dante said.
The female voice testily replied: “And you call yourself a crime fighter! There has to be another solution!” “But we can’t fight crime without a headquarters! And if our headquarters is not secret, then we cannot use it! We must kill him. For the greater good,” Dante said. There was a long silence. It was broken by the second male: “Let us interrogate this boy first. We should at least hear his story, and find out how he managed to discover the switch.” “This is stupid. But I am curious as to how he discovered the entrance. Let us wake him.”
PJ pretended to sleep as a pair of hands grabbed him and shook him roughly. “Wake up, urchin!” Dante shouted. “It wasn’t necessary to hit him that hard, Dante,” the female said. “I did what I had to,” came the reply. PJ opened his eyes slowly and for a moment was disorientated. He was still lying on the floor and his head hurt considerably. The three tall figures stood once more above him, except for the girl of the group, who was wiping the blood off his head with a moist tea-towel.
The red-head with the long hair, who was called Dante, glared at PJ, then asked “Are you awake, boy?” PJ saw that this cruel young man was barely older than he was. The second male had short black hair and wore stylish glasses. The female stood and said “His skull isn’t fractured.” She looked down at PJ and said “You should have a headache, but otherwise you’ll be fine.” The second male muttered under his breath “As long as Dante doesn’t kill you first.”
PJ started to sit up but Dante put his foot on PJ’s chest and pushed him down. “You will lie there until we say you can get up,” he snarled. The third stranger leant down and put his hand on PJ’s head. His eyes closed and he was humming slightly. Then his eyes opened again and he looked startled. He stood up and said “I cannot get into his mind. Something is stopping me.” All three looked at one another. Dante broke the silence. “Perhaps he was sent by Drogue…” “How did you get into our base?” The female asked. She too, wore glasses, and had long black hair. It still wasn’t as long as those of the red-haired boy, though. PJ stuttered: “I…I pushed the red button in The Confidence Man.” “Please don’t hurt me,” he added. “And how did you find The Confidence Man? I trust you placed the other books in front of it, Antenora?” The second male asked.
The female’s name was Antenora. Antenora…that sounded familiar. PJ recalled reading the word in The Divine Comedy, but he couldn’t for the life of him recall what, or who it was. Dante, another name from the Comedy. PJ wondered if these where the true names of these people. It was very doubtful. “I saw the books being put there.” Antenora raised an eyebrow. “I checked thoroughly, the whole place was deserted! You cannot have seen me...the cameras will prove it!” Dante glared down at PJ and shouted “Do not lie, or I shall slowly burn you to a crisp! How did you find that button!” PJ cringed on the floor. “I…I saw it.” Dante raised his fist, as if to strike, and PJ quickly added “But not the usual way!” Dante lowered his fist and stared at PJ, a strange expression on his face. “What do you mean?”
“I see things…things that have already happened, or things that will happen! It’s true!” “You have…premonitions?” That seemed to be the magical word. Everyone seemed to relax. “Yeah, that’s the word. It’s happened twice already! Please believe me! I know it sounds crazy, but it’s true!” The third, unnamed stranger extended his arm and tried to help PJ up. As soon as the two hands met, PJ shuddered, and his vision swam. He fell back to the floor and Antenora gasped. “He’s having a seizure!” She said as his pupils grew incredibly large. “Don’t be stupid, he’s having a premonition!” Dante shouted excitedly. “My late mother used to have them too, and she’d react the same way!” PJ’s eyes returned to normal and he shook his head, to clear his vision.
“What did you see?” Dante asked. PJ stood and said “A kettle will start to whistle very soon.” A moment later, a high pitched whistling could be heard. Antenora’s eyes widened and the third stranger hurried off to the kettle. “And you will trip on that threshold.” PJ said, pointing at the unnamed stranger. “What?” He said, and tripped over the threshold to the next room (which, presumably, was the kitchen) and fell flat on his face. He rose, his face red. “That darn threshold gets me every time…”
“Well, that is enough proof for me,” Dante said, matter-of-factly. “So you won’t kill me?” PJ asked, meekly. “Who said anything about killing?” Dante replied, an innocent expression on his face. Well, he was trying to look innocent. “You did, several times, when I was lying on the floor. And so did that other guy.” PJ said, pointing to the kitchen where the “other guy” had just gone. “His name is Ennui. Mine is Dante, and this beautiful and intelligent lady is known as Antenora.” He said, motioning towards the beautiful and intelligent lady. “Ennui, ay? Why doesn’t he have a name from The Divine Comedy either?”
Dante and Antenora looked at one another, then Dante said “Actually, his name comes from a children’s series, in which the author explains that Ennui is French for boredom.” PJ raised an eyebrow and said “Lemony Snicket, right?” Dante and Antenora looked at another again. “Yes, it is in one of his books.” There was a pause. “Speaking of names, what is yours?” “Well, I am known as PJ.” “Well, PJ, you are probably quite confused why three teenagers with odd names have a secret lair in the back of a library,” Antenora said. “Yes, I am rather curious as to why this place’s secret is worth killing...” PJ replied, with a meaningful glare at Dante. “Well, the truth is, we are super heroes.” “And arsonists!” Dante added gleefully, a smile appearing on his face for the first time. “Only when absolutely necessary!” Ennui’s voice floated from the kitchen. PJ took a small step backwards, wondering what kind of criminal loony bin he had stumbled into.
Edit: Part III is written. It's longer than the first two (I think) and introduces the powers of the three volunteers as well as makes a tour of the house. In the morning i'll go over it and then i'll post it. It involves: The Smart Mobile. PJ discovering (sorta) that his premonition power also reaches into the realm of the telepathy, and FFWF sets fire to himself.
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Post by Antenora on Mar 18, 2005 8:45:59 GMT -5
It's good, PJ.
My power is telekinesis, right? I thought it was precognition/telepathy, but that's your power.
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Post by Ennui on Mar 18, 2005 8:52:29 GMT -5
I thought telepathy was mine! How awfully confusing.
Don't say you're encroaching on my ground, PJ old chap...?
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Post by Antenora on Mar 18, 2005 9:00:01 GMT -5
Telekinesis is certainly the psy power I'd most want to have, although telepathy would be pretty cool if you could turn it on and off at will. (I should make an MM poll about this, or someone should.) Also: FFWF sets fire to himself. You'd better not kill him off. (Although my fears of his death may be for naught, as I guess pyrokinetics can withstand fire, because that would make sense.)
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Post by Amber on Mar 18, 2005 10:41:28 GMT -5
Wowie, it's really good. Are you going to have to wait for Dante again? Or will you post the third one regardless?
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Post by Akbar Le Grey on Mar 18, 2005 11:32:01 GMT -5
Really great story PJ! It rawks. And I like the way you've portrayed every-one's personalities.
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Post by PJ on Mar 18, 2005 17:40:13 GMT -5
All shall be revealed in the next Part. And I shall not, of course, kill anyone off just yet. I believe I shall make one full story, in which the main "bad guy" is revealed, and then a sequel, in which anything could happen. Or not.... And yes, Ennui, my premonition power makes me more sensitive to people's thoughts than most people, so I can actually hear what you say when you talk to other people with your mind speak. But only when I think really hard of you. And I can't mind-talk with anyone else, or read anyone elses mind, so no need to get angry. Also, you can't read the minds of gifted people, which makes trusting me all the more harder.
Here we go. Sadly, it is more than 10,000 characters, so it's split up.
Part III
“Right. You’re superheroes,” PJ said. “Where are your super hero costumes?” Dante glared at PJ with such intensity that the smaller boy moved slightly closer to Antenora, who was happy to reply the question. “If we wore super hero costumes, people would think we are insane. Or, if we have made a name for ourselves, they’d swarm us for autographs or whatever. Anyone criminals we would be trying to catch would know who we are and flee in terror. In short, nothing would get done. It is much more efficient to simply wear normal clothes.” PJ imagine Dante in a colorful super hero costume and almost had to laugh. The two did definitely not mix. He realized the whole super hero concept was absurd, and people and characters on TV or in comics might look cool there, but in reality, they would look stupid.
Ennui came out of the kitchen with a tray with three cups of tea on it. “I’m sorry, but your arrival is rather unexpected, so I only have three cups.” “Oh, I don’t drink tea anyways.” PJ replied. Ennui handed out the cups of tea and then said “Well, on to business, then!” “Yes…you know of our secret lair. And you possess an ability which could prove…helpful to us. In other words, you have the choice of joining us, or you can go back to your old life, and use your abilities how you want. But I warn you: If you use your ability for bad, then we shall hunt you down, and kill you.” Ennui winced at the harsh words, but nodded.
Dante continued: “You may not reveal our hiding place, and if you do, we shall hunt you down, and kill you. Make your choice now. If you stay, you will be presumed “missing” or “kidnapped” and you may never visit your family again. You will live here and use your abilities for good and to stop evil. Just remember, there are other people out there with special abilities not unlike yours. You are bound to be manipulated somehow. I suggest you stay with us, and we can teach you to use your gift properly. If you choose to leave, then you may be in constant danger, as other parties might force you to join them, using whatever means they can, including harming you and your family. The choice is yours.”
PJ was faced with this enormous choice, and he looked around the room, as if searching for an answer. Whilst contemplating his choice, PJ got a good look of the room. After his little speech, Dante stalked off and sat on one of the three armchairs in the room, and faced a warm fire that crackled in a nearby hearth. Between the fire and the chairs, a small table stood, with a small stack of books on it, and a chess board which seemed to be in the middle of a game. On the wall was a bookcase packed with interesting looking books, and there was a door on one side of the room, which was closed. On another wall, the door to the kitchen stood.
PJ considered Dante’s terms. He could stay, and use his gift for good. Or he could go, and be in danger. According to Dante, that is. He seemed to be the kind of person who would manipulate you as easy as he did breathe. He wondered briefly if Dante and Antenora where gifted, Ennui, it seems, was, but PJ did not know with what. He considered his family, whom he might never see again. Although he loved his family, he sensed that he wouldn’t really miss them much. This made him sad, and he wondered if he was cold hearted. He tried to imagine that he would be doing this for good, but he knew his family would be greatly saddened by his disappearance. He would miss his old friends, and his old books, but the latter could easily be obtained. He was in a library after all.
He pondered this for a few minutes, whilst Dante, Antenora and Ennui sipped their tea. No one spoke. Antenora and Ennui where watching him, judging him. They wondered if taking on this kid was a good idea after all. Of course, they where almost kids themselves, but what the difference between them and PJ was, that they had lived through a whole lot more. Dante sat facing the opposite direction, and stared intently into the fire, thinking god knows what. After a while, PJ decided he would stay. This is what he had always wanted, he told himself. It was for the good of the people. But he couldn’t help thinking that he was letting his family down. On the other side, however, he might be placing them in danger by continuing to live with them with his gift. “I’ll do it,” He said finally. “Good.” Dante said and he stood up. “We would have probably killed you had you disagreed.”
“Let us take you on a tour first. This is the living room. This is where we sit and read and think.” Antenora waved her hand at the room. She walked off into the kitchen and PJ followed. “This is the kitchen.” She said simply. It was rather small, and had the basic elements of all kitchens: Toaster, fridge, microwave, oven, lots of drawers and compartments and a pantry. “Ennui’s parents left him quite a large sum of money when they died. We use it to fund our projects and to buy our food. We each take turns cooking, except for Dante, who prefers to wash up.” She walked back out of the kitchen and opened the other door in the living room. Dante and Ennui where sitting on the chairs, their heads together. PJ suspected they where talking about him. The door led to a dark, cold staircase. They descended. “We are now below the library,” Antenora said.
The door at the other end was opened, and PJ entered the next room. It was slightly larger than the living room above and there where three beds placed around the room. Two large cupboards lent against walls. A solitary computer sat at a desk. There where three other doors in this room, not counting the one they had just come in through. On the wall was a dusty looking plaque that read: “Volunteers Fighting Crime: The World is Safe here.” PJ smiled. The resemblance to the VFD (Volunteer Fire Department) and the VFD motto (the world is quiet here) in Lemony Snicket’s tales was obvious. “Volunteers Fighting Crime? That’s kind of a lame name…” Antenora sighed. “Yes, it sort of is, but we couldn’t think of anything better. And carving those words into that plaque was the most exhausting thing I have ever done. I’d hate to have to do it again.” “This is the bedroom. We have little space, so we all sleep here.” She opened the door on the left wall and turned on the light, to reveal a mass of junk spread out evenly across the room. “This is the supply room, where we keep all our stuff.” She reached down under a pile of old books that probably didn’t fit on the bookcase upstairs and pulled out a dusty hammock. “You’ll be sleeping on this until we can find you a bed. I’ll string it up for you.” PJ took a good look around. There where emergency rations, bottles of water and orange juice, a folded up table tennis table. In one corner stood a washing machine. A washing line was strung between the two brick walls, and a few articles of clothing hung from it. He was also alarmed to see a gun and one rifle, although they where covered in dust. I would describe more of the objects in the room, but they are hardly relevant at this time, and I am far too lazy anyways.
The light was turned off and Antenora led him towards the door on the right side of the room. It turned out to be a bathroom. “This is our bathroom. I think we have a spare toothbrush and towel somewhere, so you should be fine.” There was a toilet, a shower, a bath and a sink in there. Antenora thought for a moment and then said “We shall have to get you some clothes…” Antenora led him back into the bedroom and opened the last door. All was dark. She turned on the lights and PJ was surprised to see a large white van parked there, with tinted windows. “Ennui drives that. It’s his baby. He’s added lots of stuff to it. It hasn’t really got an official name, but we call it the Smart Mobile. Ennui claims it’s bullet proof, but we haven’t tested it yet.” PJ wondered how it got out of the basement, as there was no other garage door, but he didn’t ask.
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Post by PJ on Mar 18, 2005 17:40:51 GMT -5
Part III continued:
They went back to the bedroom and Antenora started to smile. “Now I’ll show you something special.” She closed her eyes and snapped her finger. The hammock, still on the floor where she had left it, twitched. Then it leapt up, and began to hang itself up! PJ stepped back, freaked out. The hammock settled into place, and Antenora opened her eyes once more. “We all have a special gift, and mine is called Telekinesis. I can move objects with my mind. It is incredibly with almost everything.” She grinned once more and PJ also grinned. He was slightly shaken, but he still said “How cool is that! I wish I had telekinesis…” Antenora lost her smile and patted him on the back. “Your gift is an incredible one. With your power, we can see into the future! We can obtain knowledge that no one else can! We can prevent disasters from happening and stop criminals before they even think of breaking the law! Your gift is great! It will be very valuable to our work here.”
“So now you know what my gift is, I think it’s time to introduce Ennui’s. Ennui is telepathic. Which means he can speak to you in your mind, can read your mind, and can possess people who aren’t too bright. He can’t read the mind of people with gifts, though. Why? We have no idea. But he can still speak to you. And you can speak to him. Just speak in your mind, and Ennui might be able to hear you. People who are intelligent are more receptive to his mind-talk, so he can tell whether people are intelligent or not simply by talking to them, mentally. So go on, speak with your mind, and concentrate on Ennui. With some practice, you can talk to him over great distances. It’s pretty handy.” PJ raised an eyebrow, but decided to give it a try. He looked up, where he figured Ennui was sitting, and shouted, in his mind “ENNUI!” No response. He concentrated harder upon the person upstairs. Then he heard a voice.
“….sure he can be trusted. He has a gift, which is good, but I cannot read his mind, which is bad. Do you….” The voices faded away, as PJ’s concentration faltered. Then he tried again. “…tenora, what? He’s trying to contact me now? PJ? Are you there?” PJ shouted “YES!” Upwards. “No need to shout,” came the reply, entirely within PJ’s head. “How cool is this!” He thought back up. There was a moment of silence as if he was talking to someone else, until Ennui said: “Yes, it is pretty cool. You seem to be unusually gifted with mind-speak. You aren’t telepathic, are you?” “Not that I know of.” He considered the conversation he had overheard before. He was certain it was about him. He wondered how he had been able to listen in. He was sure that Ennui hadn’t wanted him to hear that part, and yet he had. Why? He wasn’t also telepathic, was he?
Antenora smiled and said “You seem to have gotten the hang of it. Go upstairs and Dante will show you what he can do.” PJ nodded and wandered over to the door and was surprised when it opened and Ennui came down. “Hello.” He said and held the door open for PJ. It was clear he wanted PJ to leave the room. PJ obliged and hurried upstairs, whilst thinking Ennui the way up there. “….amazing, for a moment, I could have sworn he had listened in on me and Dante.” Then he opened the door and found Dante glaring at him. He felt guilty and stopped thinking of Ennui. He hoped Dante wasn’t telepathic too. “Hello.” PJ said, meekly. “I suppose Antenora has shown you the house and has explained her gift. And Ennui’s. Well, my gift is much easier to show than to explain, so I will show you now.” He walked over to the fire. “For one, I can do this.” He reached in and grabbed a red-hot piece of coal. PJ winced, but Dante simply lifted it up, and looked at it. He didn’t seem to be in any pain at all. Then, with a flick of his wrist, the coal piece flew back into the fire. There wasn’t a mark on Dante’s hand. “Cool, how did you do that?” PJ asked, slightly freaked out, but interested. It was cool. A grin came across Dante’s face, and for some reason, PJ realized that something was going to happen. Something that he wouldn’t enjoy.
Dante grinned, and snapped his fingers. What happened next stayed with PJ forever. Dante, simply put, burst into flames! PJ yelled and literally leapt backwards. Dante laughed, a burning pillar of fire. He laughed! The fire coursed up and down his body, and he laughed. With another snap of his fingers, the flames instantly dispersed. PJ had backed into the wall and was staring in horror at Dante. The fiery-haired boy laughed and said “I’m a pyromancer! I can do pyrokinetics. I can summon and manipulate fire.” To demonstrate, a tiny flame appeared between his fingers, and the fire coursed down his arm, then through his hair, then to his other arm. “I am the muscle of this operation. I burn criminals and their houses down.” He laughed once more. PJ was very creeped out. Seems his co-worker was a murderous pyromaniac with the means to burn whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted.
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Post by Antenora on Mar 18, 2005 18:25:19 GMT -5
It rawks indeed. I like my powers quite a lot.
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Post by PJ on Mar 18, 2005 18:55:18 GMT -5
Indeed. Part IV shall be more action packed, and shall involve PJ's first crime stopping/people saving venture. I should probably start on it..... After that, Part V should involve trickery and perhaps PJ learns of the "true" bad guy, and what involvement he had with the...uh.. "venture" in Part IV. And that's as far as i've thought.
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Post by Amber on Mar 19, 2005 8:16:19 GMT -5
T'is very good. I like it all, I don't have anything more to say except: Next part?
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Post by PJ on Mar 19, 2005 8:18:42 GMT -5
I had already written Part IV, but I was waiting for more people to read Part III, cos it seemed like I was choking you guys.... Part IV is the action-packiest yet.
Part IV
Antenora and Ennui came upstairs at that moment, apparently having finished their conversation. “We think it’s time we took you on a patrol. You can see what kind of work we do.” PJ seemed surprised. “What? Already? Don’t I get some kind of special training? Don’t you teach me how to develop my second sight?” Dante laughed. “Nope. What is there to train? We use our powers, get in there, do what we have to do, then get out. Easy.” Antenora frowned. “It isn’t quite that simple. First of all, we use Ennui to track down the crime.” She pulled up a chair and Ennui sat down, and closed his eyes. “He’s expanding his telepathic field, so he can pick up more thoughts.” Antenora whispered. You see, Ennui had developed his telepathic powers quite a bit. You should imagine it like a spotlight, which Ennui moved around town, trying to pick up panic thoughts, or people in danger. It was quite effective. And within ten minutes, he had found something. He began to twitch slightly, and PJ laid a hand on his shoulder. “You alright?” He managed to ask, before his vision went blurry once more, announcing a vision. He swayed on his feet, and Dante rushed forwards to catch him. PJ felt heat…intense heat. Fire flickered on the sides of his vision, and there was smoke everywhere. He saw a metal staircase attached to the side of a house. With an enormous crash, it fell down and struck the floor. PJ was now trapped. There was no way he could escape the house now! Then his vision returned to normal. Everyone was staring at him strangely. PJ looked into Ennui’s eyes. They both simultaneously said: “Let’s go.”
Everyone moved down the stairs and into the Smart Mobile as fast as they could. Ennui seemed to have stumbled upon something urgent. “It’s a little girl, she seems to be in horrific danger. She was screaming and screaming…” He looked pale. “I don’t know what it is, except that we should hurry.” He jumped into the van and strapped on the seat-belt. “It was a fire. I saw a fire in a house, and then a metal staircase collapsed in front of my eyes. I was trapped…” Antenora glanced at Dante who also seemed pale. “A fire…” He seemed worried. PJ found this rather strange. He thought Dante would be overjoyed with a fire. Antenora sat up front and Dante and PJ sat in the back. PJ didn’t know how good Ennui was at driving, but he was merely 16, so he put on the seatbelt swiftly. The van started, and a button was pressed. The brick wall split into two and revealed a dark passageway that led upwards. The van started forwards, and another button was pressed. The back of the library wall opened, and the van sped out of its secret hiding place.
Ennui drove past some bushes that obscured the wall and found the road. He instantly began to drive west. Darkness had fallen. PJ was surprised. He hadn’t thought he had spent so much time in the headquarters of the VFC. His headquarters, he realized. He was one of them now. “How do you know where to go?” PJ asked. Antenora replied: “He can pinpoint the exact location of the mind and he can head towards it. He knows these streets well, so he can usually find the quickest way there.” Ennui was driving, but PJ could feel that he was still connected with the girl. His face grew paler and he looked ill. “She’s unconscious…” He said. PJ wondered what effect it had on Ennui, when he was connected to their mind. Did he feel what they felt? The van drove faster. In the dim light PJ began to see a large cloud of smoke up ahead. He felt ill.
Dante reached back and withdrew three coats. He handed them to Antenora, Ennui, and then put one on himself. He looked back and rummaged around, then produced a fourth coat, which looked rather tatty. “Wear this,” He said. “It will make you seem inconspicuous.” Up ahead, PJ saw the lights of a fire truck, and he was somewhat relieved. Perhaps they wouldn’t have to save the girl themselves…. the van stopped before the house, and the four volunteers jumped out. A woman in a nightgown was standing beside a fireman, staring horrified at the house. “My husband and my little girl are in there!” She shrieked hysterically.
Antenora and Dante rushed forwards, and then stood stock still, standing side by side. Both had closed their eyes. Antenora sent her telekinetic energy forth, into the house, where it flowed into the beams and walls and ceilings and held the house together. She would keep it from collapsing as long as she could. Dante however, had another job. He was stopping the fire, and it was quite a strain. “He normally starts fires, not stops them…he’s never tried something this big before.” “So what do we do?” PJ asked. Ennui looked deep into his eyes and said “We go in and find that kid.” He set off towards the house, hiding in the shadows, so the firemen wouldn’t spot him.
“What about the husband?” PJ asked, as they where behind the house, and out of view of the firemen. “He’s dead.” Ennui answered simply. Ennui tried the backdoor, and found it locked. With a surprising display of strength, he stepped back, then ran and kicked the door down. “Let’s go.” He said and the two volunteers charged up the stairs, smoke billowing around them. PJ eyed the house and was alarmed to find that several walls where cracked. Even with Antenora’s help, the house wouldn’t last long. “Where’s the kid?” PJ shouted as they reached the top of the house. “I don’t know! Just look everywhere!” He shouted and dashed off into a bedroom. PJ ran into another bedroom, and found it empty.
He began to sweat. It was getting hot in here. Remembering something he had heard he shouted “Stay near the ground! It’s not as hot and easier to breathe!” He crouched down and opened another door to find it was a bathroom. Coming out, he realized that there where no other bedrooms upstairs. He was about go downstairs when he heard a large ripping noise. PJ stopped and a large section of the ceiling collapsed and landed onto the stairs, smashing them completely. PJ turned to see Ennui holding a little unconscious girl in his arms. “You found her.” PJ said and Ennui frantically looked around. “We’re trapped!” PJ shouted, realizing suddenly. Ennui rushed back into the bedroom. PJ turned back. The stair was blocked. “No! I’ve found a way down!” Ennui shouted and a feeling of dread entered PJ. He charged into the room Ennui had gone into and found him standing beside a metal staircase leading down. “No!” PJ shouted and grabbed Ennui by the cloak. Ennui was yanked back just as the stairs collapsed.
Ennui was breathing hard and he turned to PJ, gratitude in his eyes. “How are we going to get down?” PJ asked, as a large cracking noise came from the room which led to the stairs. He could see the hellish glow of fire, and he backed away. “We have to get down now! We have to jump, it’s the only way!” Ennui nodded. “Follow my lead!” He shouted and leapt out the door and into the space where the metal staircase had previously been. PJ followed and jumped down after him. Later on, he realized that he wasn’t even thinking of Ennui, but he still heard what he was saying. “ANTENORA!” He shouted with his telepathy, as he tumbled downwards. PJ also discovered, on the way down, that he would surely break his neck. He had misjudged the height greatly. Suddenly he stopped. He stopped falling. He slowly drifted downwards, just as the house behind collapsed with an enormous crash! He hit the ground softly. Ennui carried the girl out from behind the house. “I caught her as she jumped from the window!” He shouted, and returned her to the woman. PJ stayed in the shadows and circled back to the van, where Antenora and Dante where sitting.
They both looked pale, and tired. Dante was frowning, obviously troubled, and Antenora was smiling. PJ remembered his odd fall and he realized that it was her power that had saved them. She had saved them, but it had cost the house. He laughed and smiled. “Thanks, Antenora.” Dante glared at him, and PJ smiled back. “Thanks, Dante.” He said. Dante’s frown lessened, and PJ was about to make a smart comment when the door opened and Ennui jumped in. He had ash on his face and he smelt of smoke. His cloak was dirty and his hair messed up. PJ realized that he must look the same. He brushed some ash out of his hair as Ennui said “Let’s get out of here before someone asks me why I was behind the house.” He stepped on the gas pedal, and the van was gone.
PJ felt good. He had helped save the life of a little girl. When they returned home, everyone had a smile on their face, even Dante. This was a good choice, PJ decided, after a moment of thinking. He was glad he had chosen to help the community. Whilst Antenora took a shower to get rid of the ash in her hair, and Dante had gone wherever Dantes go, Ennui approached PJ. “Thanks for saving my life back there. Before I had my doubts about you, but you’ve proven them wrong. As a reward, I’ll do your cooking chores.” “For this week.” He added with a grin. PJ smiled and said “Thank you.”
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Antenora
Detriment Deleter
Fiendish Philologist
Put down that harpoon gun, in the name of these wonderful birds!
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Post by Antenora on Mar 19, 2005 8:26:09 GMT -5
This was a good chapter. Thanks for giving me such cool powers.
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Post by Amber on Mar 19, 2005 8:34:50 GMT -5
Wow. There are so many things I would like to say to you but I don't know how. Look at my amazing use of Oasis lyrics.
That is just one cool story.
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