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Smudger · Joined: 11 Jul 2006 Posts: 382 Location: Writers Block R Us

I'm not Special...Am I?

"Spots."

"Feelings."

"Girls."

"Unseemingly body hair in the most awkward of places."

"Girls."

"Exams."

"Girls."

"And...GIRLS!"

That sums up a guy's teenage life. Or a normal one anyway. But when was life ever meant to be normal?! You had your Average Joe walking down the street that epitomizes normal, but that's a stereotype, he's probably just as screwed up as the rest of us losers.

Let me introduce myself. I'm Greg Anders, a sixteen year old kid with a heap of problems. Life at home sucked. My dad and mum were having a legal battle over who was at fault for their disastrous relationship and who should get which kid of the five they had to choose from. A sixth was on the way. Exams were just around the corner and I had scraped through all of them, an achievement for me as I'm not the brightest. My kid sister was turning to alcohol to answer her life questions. Smart move. Not. My brother was trying to hold us together. All props to him, he was doing a damned good job with what he had to do. My friends were all getting into relationships and were all happy. Sickening. And they all acted so understanding, their parents hadn't gone through a divorce for Christ's sake, how are they meant to understand? Teachers kept blaming my grades on my home life. Newsflash! I suck at school, end of. And to top it all off. The girl I think I'm in love with is in a relationship with a guy I hate. Can life SUCK any Goddamn more?!

"Hey Greg, how's things?" asked Eddy, my friend of four years.

"Fine, you?"I answered.

"You don't look fine, you sure your ok?" Eddy pestered.

"Mate, I'm not suicidal or anything, I'm tired, stressed and sick of this shithole that we get our education from. There, better?" I snapped back.

"Ummmm..."

"The answer your looking for is no, so we'll stick with fine ok?" I answered for him.

"Yeah, fair does. I'm good, me and Lily are going out tonight. Can't wait. You know when I'm around her I feel so..."

And there we have it folks. The relationship thing I was talking about. God it drives me nuts! What made it worse was they always told me. Not trying to rub it in but they thought I cared. I know that sounds selfish but come on people. If you had six guys blubbering about how much they loved a girl every day then you would be rather pissed too. I mean, sure be happy, no problem with that, by all means but keep the reasons to yourself.

"So what do you think?" Eddy asked.

"You need to think it through totally," I drawled, not having a clue what he'd asked.

"Yeah, if I can just clear my head and think it through. That's good advice mate, thanks. Your a great friend," with that Eddy rushed off to his next class.

Pillock. Well, that's a wee bit harsh. Loved up tool is more appropriate. I wandered down the corridor heading to my next class. Administration. Oh the joys...

"Your late Greg," stated Mrs Buchanan.

"Uh-uh," I replied as I headed to my seat up the back with Marc.

"Greg your seat has been changed, your down here with Natalie now," she pointed to where I was meant to be.

In the words of the great American general MacArthur...Nuts. Natalie was the girl I had feelings for. We were good friends. We always done drama together. Always. We hadn't really talked before, our brothers knew each other. Then we took all the same subjects. Every test we told each other what to do for them. It was the highlight of the year. Except now, like everyone had got the hint that I liked her. She probably knew too. I hadn't said anything. Why bother. She was going out with someone. They were in love. So I had to play the chivalrous friend that she could tell anything too if she wanted. Hear about what they done at the weekend. Help her decide what to get him for special days. Listen to her happiness while I stewed in my self pity and screwed up life, wanting to, wanting to so badly tell her my feelings. But I didn't. I'm yellow.

"Hey Greg! Drama time?" she grinned at me.

"You are a bloody pain in the neck!" I put on my Irish accent as we went through our lines giggling like little children and getting glares off the teacher. A good thing but and all but it just brought up those feelings. Which pissed me off because there was this little voice which went on and on. Ask her. No. Tell her how you feel. Get lost. It can't get any worse. Lose the friendship and get even more depressed. Fine don't then you coward. Screw you. I'm mucked up in the head, I'm arguing with myself.

"So who do you like Greg? You can tell me you know," Natalie asked innocently.

Perfect chance.Take it!

"Ah...No one, can't be bothered with a girlfriend with the way my life's like at the moment," I lied. Made me feel really guilty.

Guilt was the only thing I needed. Sorry that I'm a rather depressing guy. I can't help it everything just seems to blow. Badly.

"Awww poor baby. What you doing at the weekend?" the change of subject threw me off a little.

"Ummm...Nothing I guess." Wrong bloody answer.

"Awwww! You can come out with me and John, and Rachel and al the others! It'll be great!" Natalie was getting rather excited about the notion.

"Eh-"

"Its decided then, seven o'clock at the Smoothie Bar at the centre," with that the matter was settled.

Why argue? Better than sitting at home listening to my sister and mum tear into each other, my brother calming them down then me being moaned at for not helping. Or staying at my dad's and him going on about how he wants me there permanently because he loves my company. Liar. He wanted one over my mum. Asshole.

"Sure, I'll be there."

The period flew by. Now it was something or other. The day just zoomed in. A blur. I was finding that a common occurrence nowadays. Everything was just, not important. Crap attitude I know but I'm a teenager, sue me.

I walked home, in a daydream with Linkin Park blazing full blast on my Zen. I know, depressing music filled with hate and anger but it sounds so good. I ended up walking straight into some randomer. I apologized then the idiot grabbed my arm.

"Greg, listen to me your special. You need to come with me-"

I interrupted him," Blow me you weirdo!"

I pulled away from him and rushed home. He freaked me out. The long cloak. Dark sunken eyes. Me, special? Sure...

I studied myself in the mirror. Nope, definetly not special. Just a normal teenager. I sat on my bed in my dingy room. History homework to do. With that I forgot about the guy that had scared me. I got engrossed in the debate over Hitler's mistakes in the Second World War. What did you expect him to do? He was stark raving mad, he had sipholis(sp), was developing Parkinson's Disease and his country were getting mauled from three directions. He done things too quick and without enough planning. Give the guy a break. He's the world's most hated man, quite right too but we already knew all this. That was basically my attitude to all my homework, I knew it. Wasn't good as my teachers then thought I was lazy and unmotivated . Well, they were right.

The days flew by with not much happening. Before I knew it, it was Saturday. I threw on some nice threads. A pretty good shirt, black, long-sleeved with a burning star motif on the left side. A pair of slashed jeans, a bit faded but just added to the look. Gelled my hair, slicked it back, thought better of it and put it into spikes. Over used nowadays but man did it look good. Some aftershave, quick wash of the face and scrub of the nashers and there I was...Ready.

I wandered towards the centre. Half an hour, plenty of time to get there. I thought of those going tonight. Natalie, her boyfriend John, her best friend Rachel, Alice, Ulrika, Jess and whoever else she invited. What other guys will be going? I better not be stuck with the lovebirds, please. I arrived at the centre and made my way to the Smoothie Bar. It was garish, orange, pink and purple everywhere. What made it worse was that I despise smoothies. I prefer something that will go down smoothly, and a smoothie were a thick goo that got stuck in your throat. I'm a picky guy. Very picky. I didn't even know what we were doing tonight. Better not be drinking. I know many will be saying, drinking at sixteen is expected but I've seen what it does to people, my sister for one so I'm a strict soft drinks guy.

Anyway back to me making my slow way to meeting with whoever the hell was going. I got on the escalator heading up and hummed away to myself. I was nervous. God I'm an emotional guy if you've noticed. I really am. And I say God a lot, and hell. Sidetracked again. People were standing talking. Natalie waved. God she looked good. Blond wavy hair, clear blue eyes, a radiant smile, a little black dress on with high heels and a wee black handbag to match the dress...And John's arm draped over her. That ruined the picture a bit. I cancelled that part from my mental image of that. Replaced it with my arm. Ah, better.

"Hey Greg! You look great!" Natalie said as she hugged me.

"Cheers, you look really good too Natalie," I replied.

"Thanks hun, that's us all here now," she turned to John and the rest started heading to the escalator.

Two guys with seven girls. Hey, maybe I'll get lucky. Well, I can always dream. I positioned myself on the outskirts of the group and kept quiet most of the time. John and Natalie fell back to canoodle. I increased my speed. I didn't want to see that. So I dropped in beside Rachel.

"Hi Greg. Not wanting to see that?" she inclined her head back to the couple.

"Too smoochy for me. I'll just slip in here if you don't mind?" I asked.

"No problem," She sidestepped to let me in beside her. Rachel was nice, hadn't ever really talked to her but I spent my time with her that night. I had a good time, we wandered around our small hometown. It's a town of eight thousand people, called West Lake. Funny thing is we weren't West and we didn't have a lake neither. The name was a misnomer. Or that was what our teachers said it was, more like the idiots that founded it were compassless and dumb. Why name it after a lake when there's no fricking lake?!

Well, as I said we wandered. Good laugh, except they decided alcohol was a must. So I was dragged into a liquor store and made to put on a gruff voice. Somehow I got it easily. Maybe it was my height. I was six foot four inches tall. Anyway they got their drink and it got rowdier. Soon people were falling over and nearly crying from laughter.

But all good things must come to an end, as is want to happen. John and Natalie had snuck away, so I was left with six merry girls to look after as I was the only near sober one among them. My drinking policy had gone awry here I'm sorry to say. I gave in. I was mucking about when they came. Jocks. A group of them, from another school.

"Hey look at this guy! Wanna spread your girls about mate?" one of them swaggered up.

Arseholes,"They aren't mine, I don't exactly tell them what to do," I replied looking down at my feet.

"Oh so you wouldn't mind us just taking them then?" He grabbed Rachel.

Something inside me just snapped. I can't explain it. Like everyone has thresholds. Mine was women getting tossed about by drunk jocks. Jocks always annoyed me, probably due to them being idolized and all that bull.

"Hey lay off mate, will you?" I took his hand off of Rachel.

"What if I don't, eh wimp?" He pushed me.

"Girls go find John and Natalie ok?" I asked them, more of a command really.

"Greg there are four of them!" Rachel whispered while tugging on my sleeve.

"Why the hell do you think I'm asking you to get help?" I pulled away from her grip, straightened my collar like in the movies and prepared to get my ass well and truly kicked. Corny I know!

"Think your a tough guy?" one of them laughed.

Suddenly I felt this feeling wash over me. I looked at my hand. Or where my hand should be, it was a a bear outline I had to squint at to see. I was...gone.

"Where did he go?!"

"He faded away!"

"What the Fu-Argh!"

That's the one I punched. It hurt my hand but God did it feel good! I kicked the next. Tripped another. The other one screamed and ran straight into me. Unlucky for him his nose was at my chin level and he ran full force into it. There was a sickening squelch and I was thrown back. I stumbled to my feet and looked at myself. I was becoming visible again. I turned to see someone staring at me...

Who is the person?!

Natalie his hopeful girlfriend of the future?
John his hated rival?
Rachel his new found friend?
The stranger that told him he was special?

Lilith · Joined: 10 Feb 2007 Posts: 1099

Very nice! I like it, Smudge! It made me laugh here and there because it sounds like a normal teens life. Well, until that last bit.

Hmmm..... Anyhoot, I think that the person is the freaky strange person who told him he was special. That's a gimme!

Crunchyfrog · Joined: 12 Dec 2006 Posts: 2315

I think it is Natalie. Greg suddenly has her attention...

Great writing! I enjoyed reading that.

It was a totally unexpected end to the chapter, I didn't see it coming (excuse the pun!)

:D

Argonaut · Joined: 11 May 2006 Posts: 345 Location: California

Very nice Smudger, fantastic main character. I'm usually not a fan of people getting special powers but this is really well done.

Now let's see, if the mystery man is there he can explain what's going on, but that seems a little too quick. maybe Rachel should have decided to turn back and help him just in time to see everyone on the ground, but not in time to see him turn invisible. Maybe she'll get a case of hero worship for him.

Chinaren · Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 6:24 pm Post subject:

No, too easy. It has to be Nat's boyfriend, who really hates him. He can then make him steal things for him or he will tell.

Nice Smudgey, liked it!
:D

Tarsonas Majere · Guest

i wish i had some pie ooo or maybe some pickles ill be right back.

:lol: fear me mmwwwaaahahahahahah

Chinaren · Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 6:30 pm Post subject:

Tarsonas Majere wrote: i wish i had some pie ooo or maybe some pickles ill be right back.

:lol: fear me mmwwwaaahahahahahah

:blink:

Welcome to IF Tarry Maj. Please comment on the story and make some (relevent) suggestions! :)

LordoftheNight · Guest Joined: 11 Aug 2005 Posts: 5241 Location: Hell

I thought having Nat herself standing there would be interesting.

(And Smudge, you're a Builder aren't you?)

Good story though.

D-Lotus · Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 7:52 pm Post subject:

Nice, smudger. I always enjoy highschool stories. Well, maybe because I am in highschool.

What if it's a different stranger? Someone else who's fighting for your attention. He wants you to join his side before you join the other stranger's side.

Smudger · Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2007 1:14 am Post subject: re

Thanks for the comments and very nice idea D!

@ Lordy: Am I a builder? I thought I lost SGotM so I wasn't a builder :?

Christalnightshade · Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2007 11:23 am Post subject:

The stranger that told him he was special? , That would be cool. But I say it would be rachel. She would help out. the boyfriend would be pissed off- somehow and then your new friend helps out after everyone departs the stranger apprears and then shouts wait, while your trying to run. :D

Sunburst · Guest

A very enjoyable read Smudger. A little bit of insight into your mind I believe. Guess what I found there... girls! Just to be awkward because mainly I don't know what could happen next. I'm gonna vote for the random stranger!

Guest · Guest

I'm goin' with sunburt on that one, random stranger!

Christalnightshade · Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2007 11:09 pm Post subject:

I went for random stranger. jipee it won it won jump with me. :D *jumps*
Still the others would maybe see him, then he says the all are specail and they should learn to live and co-operate with each other. that is a good plot isn't? :D

nightshade

Mastermind · Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2007 4:39 am Post subject:

Quote: Tht ruined the picture a bit.
That

Smudger · Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2007 2:03 pm Post subject: re

The polls are close! :D thanks all for reading, will leave polling up until monday and get started then. I thought Natalie was a given! The awkwardness of the scene...I would love to write it! But, it seems you are more leaning towards the development of Greg's powers. Intriguing! ;)

Smudger · Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2007 6:43 am Post subject: re

I felt panic rush into me as a darkened figure stepped forward. I had never seen this guy in my whole life. He had shadow covering half his face, the other half was pock marked and I could see a single sky blue eye. I looked around to make sure no one else was here. What the hell had I just done? You kicked the crap out of four guys. I hardly touched them. Then why aren't they getting up? Shit!

"They aren't getting up as I have frozen time so we can speak in private Greg. Man to man," hissed a voice from under the hooded cloak he had on.

"What do you want with me?" I asked in a quavery voice shaking with fear.

As I said earlier I'm yellow. He began to speak and I bolted. Plain and simple I ran as fast as my long legs could take me in the opposite direction of the scary guy. I wasn't too bothered of looking like a coward, I'm not too big on the whole macho side of being a man. Heck I'm still a boy.

Anyway I was running away. Then everything just sorta...Stopped. I looked down-felt like it took an hour- to see that my body was going no where. I was trying to move it but it just wouldn't budge. I started panicking. Why couldn't I move?!

"Well I expected you would run. I done the same thing when I first found out about my gift," said the approaching voice.

I followed the sound of his footsteps until they stopped in front of me. Again it took an eternity for my eyes to look up. He stood in front of me tapping his foot off the curb. I was crapping myself. Being helpless I was used to, in the metaphorical sense. In the physical sense never. It was a new and terrifiying experience.

"I won't hurt you. I'm here to help you reach your fullest potential, use your gift to its greatest extent and to further your future," he explained while I was frozen in place.

Now if he had asid this to me without freezing me I would most likely have been curious, no, intrigued by this offer. However with him having me stuck like this I was more fearful than curious. I wanted to run, just bolt and never see this stranger's face again. It was a disgusting face, not saying mine is wonderful but his was awful. They weren't just pockmarks they were scars and burns, his mouth was just a gash and his nose was half chewed from the looks of it. It made you want to puke. It really did.

"...I'll leave you my address and phone number on this card for you to get in contact with me. I'm sure I will see you in the near future Greg," he finished as he walked away.

What the hell did he say? He had put his card in my shirt pocket and I was frozen for what seemed an age before I felt the restraint lift off me. I knew as I stumbled and fell over. Cracked me head off the pavement. I have really slow reactions so that probably explains that. Anyway I lay there holding my bleeding head and groaning. It hurt.

I heard footsteps rushing towards me and I rolled over and looked to see Rachel, Natalie and John run around the corner to find me lying there. Rachel was down on her knees beside me instantly and helping me up. She must of got the impression the jocks had done this to me. Really it was just me being a clumsy idiot but you know, why would I say otherwise?

"Greg! Are you ok? Your bleeding!" Rachel asked, in a high-pitched voice.

"Eh, I'm fine, just a bit dazed-"

"We better get you to a hospital, you might be concussed!" Rachel butted in before I could finish. I struggled meekly againat the girls dragging me away as the rest of the group came along to. John kept giving me suspicious glances as if he knew something was up. I didn't worry about that jackass but. I was sorta enjoying the attention.

Anyway I got a check up with the doctor at the hospital and he said I was fine. I got some stitches for my head and I only found out there that I'd banged up my knee too. So I had that cleaned up by a rather nice looking nurse. The girls had me down as a battered war hero or something the way they kept going on about it. Especially Rachel. At first I thought it was a good thing but when school came round on Monday...

"Hey Greg heard you took out seven guys on Friday single-handedly!"

"It was actually four-"

"Hear this?! Modest man! You should join the wrestling team with skills like that!"

"Nah it was a one off."

"Heard you tackled one of them and cracked all his ribs? Think you'll take up linebacker for the football team on Sunday?"

"No I didn'-"

"Cos we need a beast like you!"

All day was the same. I was like a cult hero at school. Randomers I've never met before asking me all thses questions about it. I'm a quiet guy for Christ's sake! Leave me alone! And the frequent talking of what I done and how it happened kept bringing back the memory of the stranger. His card, and the other one who had told me that I was special before hand. Life was screwed up now.

"Hey Greg!"

Jesus not another one...I sped up a bit so I wouldn't have to tell the story again.

"Greg! Wait up!"

I only realised then it was Natalie, so I turned and waited for her to come alongside me.

"Sorry Nat, I thought you were another one of those freshmen looking to here my story, little idiots," I apologized to her.

"Everyone knows the story by now anyway. How's the head?" she asked.

"Fine, doesn't hurt at all, just my knee twinges every once in awhile," I answered.

We didn't talk for what seemed an age, just walked with each other. I didn't know if it was awkwardness or just contentment but it just kept going on and on. I didn't mind, why would I?

"Look Greg, about the other night," Natalie began.

"Jesus Nat, just leave it ok? You were there you saw what happened," I said in exasperation.

"No I wasn't there and I don't know what happened," she snapped back.

"I fought four guys that's it," I replied to the unasked question.

"Greg no offence or anything but two of those guys would of killed you and I've never seen you fight once, your more of a thinker than a doer."

She had hit the nail on the head with that one. I was a thinker. Actually doing physical activities never appealed to me. Ever. I could live in books, sit and watch T.V and relax by talking to my friends. Not all that running about, getting drunk, playing sports active crap. Never interested me at all. Fighting I abhorred. My old best friend when I'd lived in Memphis awhile back, his parents had taken us fishing up North during the summer. They had had a huge argument, my friend, Kyle, his dad was drunk and he had beaten his mum. Ever since then I had hated the thought of violence. Thinking back on hearing that jock's nose crunch made me want to throw up.

"Oh so I'm a coward now? Useless as a guy then? Couldn't fight out of a wet paperbag?" I was shocked I'd said that. So was Natalie.

"Greg! I never said that! How could you think I meant that?" I saw tears in her eyes.

"Nat, don't cry..."I should of said I was sorry. I'm worthless when people cry.

"Just go away!" she ran away. I saw the trail of tears on the pavement. I'm an asshole sometimes.

I made my way home. I couldn't face admin now. Not after that display. Depression set in. I welcomed it like a long lost friend. I trudged along, with the weight of the teenage world on my shoulders.Teenagers live stressful lives.Well, I do anyway. I was thinking how I could apologize to her. Would she forgive me? Could I really say I'm sorry for something I actually meant? What about my power?

I got to my door and went in. I'd just say I was ill. Sore head. I just told my mum I'd fell and hit my head. She believed me, she trusted me. Which is a shock for a teenager to actually be trusted by their parents. Guess I was too much of a goody-goody to worry about. Unlike my sister.

"Greg! There's a man here to see you! He says he's a councillor, he's in the garden," my mum called from the kitchen.

Councillor? I didn't need no freaking councillor. They were all idiots anyway. Like they could help me. I threw off my schoolbag, took of my jacket and went to see what he wanted. Turned out it was a she. A young she. A stunning she. I was taken aback just a bit. Well, a lot. She was blonde, a rather revealing top on hich put emphasis on her cleavage which was considerable anyway. Ice blue eyes and a shy smile on her face. She was my age. She couldn't be a councillor.

"Greg Anderson?" sheasked in a sweet childish voice.

"It's Anders, no on at the end," I answered, I was in love.

"Hi I'm Megan, and I'm here to offer you your future," she went on.

This struck me as odd. "Offer" me my future? What the heck did that mean? Anyway, I sat there to listen, I wasn't going to interrupt.

"You are an especially gifted individual who we would love to have in our employ. Your talents have been noted and we believe that our offer would benefit you in particular.," she evaluated further.

Benefit me? What the hell was happening? Random guy molests me in the street. Guy freezes me to offer me an "opportunity" and now some really hot chick is giving me a job offer. What was up with me!

"Megan, I knew you would be here," interrupted a voice from behind me.

"Time, I knew you would show up sooner or later," sighed the hot blonde.

It was the ugly guy. I didn't know his name so I had to improvise. Ugly guy seemed apt. Anyway the two stared each other down, until there was the distinctive sound of someone clearing their throat, to get everyone else's attention. With that I turned to see it was the first stranger.

"Greg has potential to do great things to help a great amount of people. You two should leave him be," he muttered.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!" I screamed. These guys were creeping me out.

"Let me explain Greg," said the first stranger.

"You were born with a gift, a gift which did not manifest itself until you had reached manhood as you have now. With your body changing the power was released and it could be used by yourself. Now there are many like you but with other powers, it is a sign of our species natural want to evolve and discover new ways to get past obstacles that have restricted us in the past. You seem to have developed powers that will make you less coherent to the human eye. A very useful power that could help many groups, some good, some bad. My group try and help those gifted to develop their powers in safety and seclusion," he told me.

"The group I am part of want you to embrace your power as part of you and use it to your fullest advantage. Its your power, your gift, its not your fault that others are not as special as you are. Use it however you wish, we simply ask for your loyalty to our tasks that we assign you to do," said ugly man.

"I represent the HERO organisation which works closely with the government to implement the new evolutionary species of our race in society through research and by letting them assist society through community service and by helping recruit more gifted and showing people that we are just as norml as they are," Megan explained her organisation.

Well Greg has his choice.

Safety and seclusion

Selfishness

Government

And...Go on his own!

Lilith · Guest Joined: 10 Feb 2007 Posts: 1099

Go on his own! He would be so much better off that way.. no ties that bind nor contracts that obligate.... He can discover the extent of his abilities on his own... and he really should tell them off for entering the peace and privacy of his own home.. he's had a long day and needs rest.. :) Nice chappy, Smudge!

LordoftheNight · Guest Joined: 11 Aug 2005 Posts: 5241 Location: Hell

Personally, I'm swinging towards the government work. Think about it - if he just turns her down, then the government has the power to actually hurt him. Or if not him, then his friends/family.

Plus, the woman's hot. And it's a 16 year old kid.

Chinaren · Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2007 4:40 pm Post subject:

Everyone knows hot chicks are trouble, plus she works for the government man! I mean, how far can you trust them? Go with the ugly dude.

Crunchyfrog · Guest Joined: 12 Dec 2006 Posts: 2315

This reminds me of an old TV programme called 'The Tomorrow People'.

In the TV series they were a group of teenagers who discovered they had special powers on reaching a certain age, as they were the next step in human evolution. They formed their own exclusive space-age group, and usually saved the world every episode.

I like the idea of going on his own. He'll be permanently hunted by the various groups that want his skills, as well as trying to lead a double life. It could open up the story as he gradually finds out more about each group. This way all doors still remain open, he could even play one group against the other in certain events.

Going on his own could put him in a position of great negotiating power, but at the same time be quite vulnerable.

Just my 2cents...

When we going to have a poll?

:D

Smudger · Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2007 8:58 am Post subject: re

Now, its been a week. Thanks every one ;)

Masterweaver · Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2007 6:46 pm Post subject:

Personally I would feel go it himself. No hero work, no gove work, just get it all worked out before he decides anything...

Kang · Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2007 6:51 am Post subject:

This kinda has a look of Xmen in the making or somethinng like Jake 2.0 lol jk Overall the read is great as for the DP I would want to know more about the physical alterations so go to a doc freak the poor sucker out then weigh the options

Liana · Guest Joined: 04 Mar 2007 Posts: 134 Location: Insanity.

I think safety and selcusion would sound good to him, especially if he is a wuss like he apparently is.

Kang · Posted: Wed May 09, 2007 7:43 am Post subject:

Well he can't be that much off a wuss for what he has done but who knows its your story smudge just don't keep us waiting

Smudger · Posted: Wed May 09, 2007 7:48 am Post subject: re

Got my Higher exams right now so after I fail my English exam, I have a week for history which I'm confident in so it should be out soon...Hopefully :D

Smudger · Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 11:59 am Post subject: re

Chapter 3 Finally :D

I looked at each of them. They looked back expectantly. What should I do? Go with the safest option? Personal gain? Helping the average Joe on the street?

"Screw it..." I whispered and disappeared.

Well given my options I thought running seemed good. Cowards have a saying. Run away to fight another day, or some bull like that. But anyway, where was I? Oh running like a girl. I bolted for the door, threw it open and decided to sprint down the street. At that point Megan, who showed a rather good burst of pace followed me but when fear is making you run you find speed you never thought you had. I soon outpaced her and she dropped back to whip out her cell phone. The thing that got me was...How could she see me? This thought soon fled my mind as an SUV whipped round the corner and out popped a SWAT team. This I thought was just a tad over the top. Me, a spotty, lanky, scared of his own shadow teenager with a penchant for disappearing. A goddamn SWAT team with GUNS! This made me turn and hop a pretty high fence. I'm far from athletic so this caused me to sorta pause for a moment and marvel at the fact that fear can make you do some crazy stuff. Then Megan screamed that I was over the fence. A shot was fired. I nearly soiled myself.

The rest is pretty fuzzy, lots of running, lots of SWAT teams chasing. Tranquilisers seemed to barely miss me every time. This fact made me think my luck was changing. Well that thought was ruined when I remembered that I left my wallet in my other jacket and had no money on me. I'm sure I could here somebody laughing at me. God sucked. He could give me a break ya know? I mean being a freak wasn't bad enough, no, I had to be gigantically tall, have no muscle and be a bumbling fool in the company of women too. I pondered and wallowed on self pity as I wandered further into the city. Bad move, a suburban momma's boy like me heading straight into the ghetto. Especially me being white. I was so out of lace I might as well have been painted red and carrying a sign saying "shoot me". Now I turned the corner of one of the run down streets and there you go, a gang of youths. Looking pretty discontented. I sighed and thought "Why can't I be like them so they can just walk on by?"

Funny thing happened. As I thought this I glanced at my reflection in a cornershop window. I was dark. I looked like a Black kid. My eyes widened. My colour started changing but then I focused and it was back. I could not only turn invisiblish(I could still be seen sorta) I could also change my colour. This new power left me sort of astounded. I stared at myself in the shop window and the gang walked past.

"Nice threads dude," one of them commented, while another discreetly tried to pick-pocket me. At first I was a little angry, then grinned to myself when I knew they would get squat from me. I was possesionless so no opint robbing me.

I walked on, receiving a strange glance from the shop owner who I saw fingering a handgun and mobile in the other hand. Guess I was acting weird.

With my new found ability to change colour also, I strolled with relative comfort through the city. I could be Black, I could be Hispanic or White. However I stopped using Hispanic when someone spoke to me in Spanish and I told him I didn't understand. So I played mute most of the time.

Later that night I found myself in an abandoned house filled with rats. Real classy you know. Moth-eaten curtains, rat droppings everywhere, lice-infested bed and rotten furniture. Home. Funny how I cast off my house, where my family was so easily. Maybe it held too many bad memories. Maybe I just never liked it. Who cares right? It's not like I can change running from those crackpots. Ha! Maybe someone out there can shift through time...

I had fallen asleep in the driest corner of the house I could, taking the least decrepit blankets I could find. I had a really uneasy sleep. Some weird girl kept interrupting it. I was getting pretty pissed.

"You again? Stop getting in my head!" I screamed at her.

She was kinda cute, dirty blonde hair, dimpled cheeks and startling blue eyes. God I needed a girl to stop me analysing every bit of skirt I saw.

"Hey! It's you buddy who keeps getting in my dreams. And who are you anyway? Some freakoid loser to ugly to get a girlfriend so you start trying to get them while their sleeping?!" She bit back nastily.

That stung, that last bit. I flet anger boil up inside me.

"Yeah well you little brat, I might be a freak but one thing I don't do is go in people's dreams. I just disappear and stuff. You better look closer to home on this one. And another thing..."

That's as far as I got in my retort before she melted away. When I woke up the only thing on my mind was food, a workable toilet and some ointment to get rid of fleas...

So I found the workable toilet. A public park. Whoopee. The food and ointment on the other hand was a different matter. I itched all over and my belly growled with hunger. The dream girl was far from my mind when I saw her. A private school girl. Figures. Rich and bitchy. I then glanced at myself, I was the opposite. Somehow yesterday I got covered in mud, and ripped the knees in my rather cheap jeans. I quite frankly looked like a hobo. Figures.

I started heading towards her. Why again I don't know. What would I say?

*Crappy DP I know but introducing a new character so let's get some possible situations here people*

Crunchyfrog · Guest Joined: 12 Dec 2006 Posts: 2315

Wow, that was fast action!

For the DP - Say nothing, wait for her reaction first.

Cyberworm · Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2007 12:32 pm Post subject:

Hey there Smudgey, I finally caught up. Good job, I really enjoyed reading the chaps. :clap:

I f5 CF, wait for her reaction. After all it was her entering his dream (if I understood correctly).

And there IS another option... he could go with an explosive intro like "remember me?" or something like that. Although he would look and act like a weirdo (especially if the girl is not alone, but with other classy girls) I think it would be the best course of action to gather more information. Her reaction to that intro would reveal a lot to him, but only if he catches her alone.

She would be a valuable ally, since she obviously has a way to attain information... FROM THE INSIDE! Mwahahahaha.... :lol: :grin:

Smudger · Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2007 12:48 pm Post subject: re

:D thanks for reading Cyber! I'll put the poll up tomorrow so we can vote.

The White Blacksmith · Guest Joined: 02 Apr 2006 Posts: 2477

I say he doesn't say anything, just shadows her around. If she remembers him she'll approach him, if she doesn't she won't. I'm sure he can do something so only she can see him, or the others can see him but he just... doesn't register. Like when you're looking for something and it's on the table, but your eyes don't see it.

Cyberworm · Posted: Sun Nov 04, 2007 4:23 am Post subject:

Hey Smudgey!

When is that poll going to come up? I'm going to forget what was in the last two chapters if you continue like this! ;)

Crunchyfrog · Guest Joined: 12 Dec 2006 Posts: 2315

hehe, and as if by magic, a poll appears. *gets the first vote in*

Glad to see that this one's still alive, Smudge.

:)

Smudger · Posted: Mon Nov 05, 2007 2:05 pm Post subject: re

Well I still have a tiny wee link to here ;) can't just stop can I?