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Post by Guest on November 25th 2009, 6:36 pm

Chapter 1

The door slammed closed, squeaking on its aging hinges. Alex
immediately slumped back onto the shut door and sighed deeply. Today,
June 5, 2009 had been his last day of school for this semester. There
was no denying that he was glad of this according to the sound of his
He turned to his mountain bike over in the corner of the
foyer and smiled. The weather outside was sunny and pleasant for a
change, and maybe head over to Morganstown or so. There, he and some
friends would probably ride their mountain bikes for the evening or so.
However, he would have to wait until they picked him up – he was only
fifteen, and not old enough, let alone unlicensed, for driving.
Thankfully, there was plenty of time for waiting, as it wouldn’t be
dark until around 10 pm that night.

Good thing for now was, at
least he was alone. His aunt Julia wouldn’t be returning for several
hours for an educational seminar in Bristol, while cousins Colin and
Andrew were busy doing voluntary service with their neighbor. It looked
like this mid-term break was starting off to a good start…
He had
plans too on bugging his cousins too. Especially after hearing Colin
singing in his room without him noticing. Especially after Andrew had
dirtied his sandals while wetting the ground in the backyard with their
hose. He, Alex, wanted revenge for all the times they had picked on
him. Shoot – maybe he could do so well as to get them on each other.

He took off his brown sneakers with black soles and set them down right
in front of the door. He walked into the half-bathroom right across
from him and looked at himself in the mirror. While his hair was mainly
brown, a small streak of white hair rain above and along his right ear.
At first, he couldn’t stand this streak of white hair, thinking maybe
he had a gene mutation or something, (which now he thought it probably
was) but he now liked the fact that it was there. Maybe it was because
he had been complimented again and again for having it…
He opened
the cabinet and pulled out a tube of toothpaste and a green brush from
the wooden interior and turned on the water. He brushed his teeth and
rinsed four times before leaving the bathroom. He didn’t know why, but
every time the school bus passed through central Cardiff, something in
the air left a bad taste in his mouth.

He immediately went back
into the foyer and walked up the staircase flanking the left wall of
the hallway. At the top, he turned right and entered his room, closing
the door behind him.

The walls would’ve been white, but they
were dotted with all the posters of various music bands he liked. Many
were just posters of the band and its respective members. Others,
however, were advertisement replicas of tours the bands were doing
through town and beyond. His bed lay in the far right corner from the
door, topped with a couple of scattered pillows, an unorganized
bed-sheet, a rolled-up poster, and his biking helmet. To the left of
the bed was a large window that would overlook the Cardiff Bay, and
beyond to the Bristol Channel, had the shades not been pulled down.
Opposite the window was a set of white drawers filled with a mix of
clothing, CDs, and their respective cases. To the right of the window
was a computer desk. A computer sat on the far corner of the desk
opposite a wooden chair. On the corner nearest the door was a stereo
with even more CD’s cluttering the area around it.

He didn’t
really care about the mess. Of course not! That was part of being
fifteen. He changed from his school uniform and into casual clothing,
placing knee and shoulder-pads where they were needed. Now, all he
wanted to do was turn on the computer and the stereo, and play some
games on the computer while listening to music. Top it off with some
pizza, and there was paradise!
Which, as he had remembered, there
was still some of in the refrigerator. However, slouched on his chair,
listening to music and starting up a strategy game, he didn’t feel like
getting any right now. He wasn’t hungry enough to justify leaving the
seat. – It wasn’t long, though, until he lost track of time, and soon
realized it was six that evening.

He recognized the yelling
downstairs soon enough. Colin and Andrew had been returned by their
neighbor to the household. Taking his biking helmet with him, Alex
turned off the stereo and computer speakers and walked to his door,
creaked it open, snuck out, and stooped over the stair-rail to listen
to both of them.

“Shut up, you asshole!” Colin screamed, Alex picturing just how much arm waving his cousin must’ve been doing in his rage.
“No, you shut up!” Andrew, Colin’s brother shouted back. “I wasn’t the
one who took a fancy to jumping into piles of plastic bottles!”
“You dare me to do it! You even said no one was watching!”

“Did you have to listen to me, dumbass?! Of course you didn’t have to!
You’re the one who made us lose that volunteer job, so now we have to
find another one to complete our fifty hours of stupid volunteer work!”
“I don’t give a shit!” Colin retorted. “I wasn’t the one who made up the stupid law of 50 hours of volunteer work!”
“That’s what makes you such a stupidass!”
“You hate it too!”

“So what? At least I want to get it over with!” Andrew replied.
“So you can sit on your lazy arse all day watching TV and getting fat?”
“You know what, Colin? Just shut the **** up.”
“How about you both shut up?”
Both of the brothers looked down the foyer hallway to see Alex descending the staircase.
“Who invited you, Morry?” demanded Colin.
“Myself,” Alex replied.

“Oh really? Do you fancy us?”
Alex froze for a second then replied. “Well, if I do, at least I don’t fancy dresses.”
Andrew roared with laughter.
“You look like a total douche with that helmet on, Morry,” Colin said.
“Is it to try and hide that stupid streak of old man on your ear? What
about those shoulder and knee-pads? Are they…?”

“No,” Alex replied, interrupting Colin. “It’s to make sure I have something strong to head-butt you with if you lose yourself.”
Andrew continued laughing, all the way left to the living area and exited the scene.
Colin and Alex looked at each other coldly. Alex had been through this
before. Last time he turned his back on Colin, he had stamped a
“Dumbass” tag on his back. The time before that, he had nearly been
tripped from behind. And even before that, scared half out of his life
with a shrill roar Colin had made. The best thing to do was to not turn
his back on Colin. At all…

Immediately, Colin dashed out of
Alex’s sight and into the living room to the left. Instinctively, Alex
immediately went after him, expecting for him to do something
mischievous, like rearrange Aunt Julia’s china set and blame it on him,
Alex – or worse.
Dammit! Alex thought.
He had disappeared.
“Where did Colin go, Andrew?” Alex ordered, an angry expression on his
face, while Andrew stared half-emptily into the flashing lights of the
television monitor.

“Uh, Colin?” Andrew didn’t bother looking
away from the television monitor. “I haven’t seen him since you two
started fighting with each other.”
Alex shook his head. “You’re a real help, you know that?”
“Do you fancy people stepping in your room while you listen to that
crap you like?” Andrew was beginning to get annoyed, even though his
face never left the direction of the television.

Alex sighed
and continued the search. Colin was bound to be either in hiding, or
doing something, which could be either naughty, to possibly
unspeakable. He had to find Colin before Aunt Julia returned.

He walked into the nearby bathroom. Colin was quite small for a
thirteen-year-old, and could fit into any of the cabinets with little
effort. Maybe he was laying flat in the bathtub, as it was deep.
However, curtains were halfway open, so maybe not there.
He looked
anyway. Nothing was in the bathtub as he had expected. He then opened
the cabinets under the sink. Nothing there either except for a stack of
toilet paper, shampoo, soap and other bathroom necessities. He wasn’t
in this room.
Alex immediately turned around, remembering that
keeping his back to Colin was a bad idea. Nothing behind him either it
seemed. He looked beyond to see that his aunt’s china collection was
intact. Andrew was still staring at the television, being completely
unaware by this point Alex was still looking for Colin.

walked left to the door leading to their backyard. It was locked in
place, so Colin wouldn’t be out there. He wasn’t stupid enough to lock
himself out, and plus, it had rained a lot recently, and it was bright
and sunny now. Alex would see Colin’s footprints in the muddy ground,
if he had been out.

Suddenly, Alex knew where he was. How could
he have not realized it before then? Colin was in his very own room by
now. Just waiting for Alex to be distracted by something and then
running to his room. What he was doing there and why he went there,
Alex didn’t know. He didn’t hear Colin go upstairs, but small and light
as he was, Colin could probably sneak up there anyway making no sound
without much trouble.
Alex headed up there immediately. All this
moving around with his helmet on was hurting his neck, but Alex really
didn’t care right now. In seconds, he was at and pounding on Colin’s
door, right across from his own room.
“Open up!” he ordered, not caring at the fact the wall itself was shaking with the force he put in.
No response.

He turned the door knob and let the door fly open with a creaking sound
to follow its movement. He looked under the messy bed, in the tiny
clothes closet, and even under Colin’s personal desk. He wasn’t
anywhere to be found in here. Alex pretty much gave up at this point.
Suddenly the front door opened and shut closed downstairs. Aunt Julia
was home! Alex didn’t know what to do nor what would happen at this
point. Colin must’ve planned it this way all along!

“I’m home, lads!” she announced, producing heavy walking sounds under her boots.
“Mum!” Colin’s voice echoed out of nowhere. “Mum! Alex has been threatening to kill me if I don’t ‘get out of his sight’!”
Aunt Julia sighed. “Alexander Morrison,” she called, looking up the staircase with the innate impression he was upstairs.
Lying asshole! Alex’s mind screamed, with the fire of anger building up
inside of him. All he could hope on now was his aunt’s justness.
Nevertheless, while Aunt Julia was a generally fair and just person,
willing to listen to both sides, Colin still won his case quite a few
times before. Smart mouth. Maybe he wouldn’t this time though. Just

Alex walked down reluctantly, hoping for the best. If he
weren’t to try and at least defend his case, he knew Colin would win
for sure. Soon, he and Colin were face to face with Julia. Andrew
reluctantly pulled away from his television after he too had been
summoned by his mother.
Alex always felt uneasy in some sort of way
whenever all four of them got together. While in this instance it was
mainly because they were being “tried” (as one might say), most of the
time it was because he looked nothing like his aunt and cousins. He,
Alex, was Irish, brown-haired and blue-eyed with green borders along
his pupils. His aunt and cousins on the other hand, were English,
golden-haired, and green-eyed – all three of them. He always felt
different in some sort of way. Living in Wales certainly didn’t help
his case either.

“You first, Colin,” Aunt Julia instructed,
turning expressionlessly toward Colin. “You were the one who first
presented the case.”
“Yes mum,” Colin began. “Well it started off
with Alex saying that I fancy dresses really. I told him that I don’t
and he kept insisting that I do. I was protecting myself! He kept going
on with it though. Eventually he must’ve gotten tired or something with
me defending myself. Then, he started chasing me around the house,
threatening to kill me if he found me! Honestly, Mum! I don’t know
what’s wrong with him!”
Alex was on the verge of exploding, until he saw the look of distrust on his aunt’s face. She doubted something for sure.
“Andrew, what did you see?” Aunt Julia asked. “How true is this?”

“I didn’t see nothing, Mum,” Andrew replied. “All I heard was a lot of running around, but I can’t say it was Alex or Colin.”
“You’re a great help, you know that Andrew, you asshole?!” Colin shouted, staring angrily at his brother.
“What? I’m not lying! I saw none of the stuff you guys were going on
about! I was just watching my stuff, while you and Alex were playing
tag with one another or whatever.”
“Liar! You know exactly what happened, asshole!”
“You’re the asshole!”

“Boys, please,” Aunt Julia announced just barely over her sons’ yells.
Alex could barely keep himself from laughing at this point. Colin had
done himself in with his rage of anger this time. Fate had treated him
well this time. He was home-free. Or so he thought.

Aunt Julia got her sons to calm down. That was when she turned to Alex
himself. He suddenly felt his spine shake and the smile hiding his
laughter vanished from his face.

“What’s your part of the
story, Alex?” she asked him, seemingly staring straight through his
mind and into his soul. That serious stare of hers could seemingly
penetrate through metal walls, according to Alex.

“Um…” Alex
was unable to think for a bit. “Um… Actually, I have nothing to add.
Colin’s right.” He turned to Colin. “I’m sorry for threatening you with
your life, Colin. I will never do it again.”

Colin smiled.
Seemingly innocent, but Alex knew the meanness behind it. He wondered
if Aunt Julia noticed it too. “I just hope those aren’t empty words.”
“They aren’t,” Alex assured him. “I won’t ever do that again.”

Aunt Julia gestured her kids back to their activities. “Alex, could I speak with you in the kitchen?”
Alex sighed. “Yes, Aunt Julia,” he replied, following her to the
kitchen. They settled down in a bar table, sitting on two black bar
stools directly across from one another. Her gaze was no longer
intimidating. Rather, it was more of a milder, pleasant look. She
didn’t believe Colin. Alex knew it.
“I don’t believe you were
threatening my son, Alex,” she immediately stated, staring directly at
Alex. “I noticed that there was some sort story of sorts on Colin’s
story. His voice wasn’t very honest – I could hear it.
“Alex? Is there anything you’d like to tell me?”

Alex sat there, half unaware of what was going on now. He returned to
reality once Aunt Julia patted him lightly on the shoulder, lightly
urging him to return.

“Uh, no,” he replied. “Nothing.”
“Why are you wearing your biking helmet, Alex?”
Alex tapped the top of his head and felt the heavy mass of solid
plastic still resting there, half-ignored on his head. He didn’t even
realize that it was still on.

“I was going out on my bike. Maybe meet with my friends.”
“It’s a bit late, Alex,” Julia responded. “Six-thirty. I know the sun
won’t set for another three hours, but I know that… your mum would’ve
worried for you.”

“Mum’s dead,” Alex replied. “Both of my
parents are. We all know that. Both killed by an asshole knife-wielding
maniac who’s still on the run.”
“Your mother was a good person, and
good sister. Loved you with all her soul. Gave you and your brother
everything you wanted and needed. And your father… He always strived to
make things better for you, your mother, and your older brother. Never
stopped working to keep the family together and the bills paid. Great
people, your family. . I’m sorry you’ve had to go through this. I know
sometimes you stay up at night wishing you could just find and kill
that bastard, but don’t. Don’t think like that, Alex. He’ll get what he
deserves eventually.”
“I know,” Alex sighed, looking back toward
the window unconsciously, and then looking back toward his aunt. “Could
I get going on my bike ride now, Aunt Julia?”

“Once you clean up your room,” she replied.
“I can’t be arsed,” he replied back.
They both laughed lightly for a few seconds. Soon, Aunt Julia patted
him on the shoulder. “Feel free to take your time out. I trust you’ll
care for yourself. Though do take a few coins just in case you need to
call back and you’re near a phone booth. Can you do that for me?”
“Okay, I will.”

Aunt Julia pecked him on the forehead and left for the living room
after pushing the bar chair back in place. Alex left the room and too
pushed his chair in. He headed to the front door and picked up his bike
and his filled canteen of water. He opened the door, dragging the bike
out with him and place it on the ground on the sidewalk in front of the
house. He looked up the sky toward the west opposite the house. The
weather was still perfect. Hopefully, this would be a great ride. He
got right onto the bike and pedaled forward down the asphalt streets
lined with houses like his own. Onward to Morganstown. But first, there
was the distance issue…

Chapter 2

From southern Grangetown in the south of Cardiff County to Morganstown
would take around an hour to get to by bicycle. He knew of a bus
station in nearby Riverside that would allow him to bring his bicycle
along. It ran from Adamsdown, through central Cardiff and Castle, to
Riverside, northwest to Victoria Park, north from there to Radyr, and
finally arriving at Morganstown and back.

It took him about
fifteen minutes to arrive at the bus-stop in Riverside. Another fifteen
for it to arrive. When it finally did, it was a few minutes past seven.
While the sun was still shining brightly, time was passing rapidly. He
sat in the back of the bus right next to the spot where he rested his
bike. Little traffic throughout town was a bit of a relief though. It
took around fifteen minutes for the bus to arrive, when normally it
took over half-an-hour.

He paid the bus ride fee and stepped
out, securely carrying his black and blue bike with both hands. Now he
was at Morganstown. All he had to do was ride another five minutes
north through town and he would be on the walking and biking path. It
ran across the hills and through the forests that topped them off.

On this path, first he would get a glimpse of a few tunnels which led
to iron mines that had been used many years before and were now
exhausted of resources and sealed to the public. Sometime after that,
he’d get a pleasant view from these hills of Castell Coch, or the “Red
Castle”. This part was his favorite. He didn’t know why, but something
about it was intriguing.

An overhead view of the town “Taff’s
Well” would follow a few minutes later, and the Taff River running
through its center. This marked the beginning of the second half of the
trip. After passing over the town, he’d pass the quarry in the middle
of the hills and several farms on the rolling hills off to the side.
The trip ended with a great view of the entire county and allowed him
to spot the center of the city of Cardiff in the distance. Once done,
he’d head straight home.

And then he’d watch television until
sunrise. Since he was on break and this was Friday evening, he didn’t
have anything to wake up to or care about. That’s just what teenagers

He immediately began to ride up the pathway and up toward
the top of the hills. It was seven-thirty – the sun still bright in the
sky, but the evening hours got cool pretty fast. He didn’t mind the
coolness. It was when it got colder in the winter when he felt a jacket
was necessary. The cool air, followed by a breeze helped lessen the
effects of the heat that built up on his back as the sun continued
blazing on the earth and him. This bike ride was the first serious one
he had since his birthday in early April, having been on break then as
well. It was a relief to be biking again for more than 30 minutes.

When he reached the top of the hill, he reached an intersection. One
led east toward Castell Coch, and the other led west to a series of the
block-off mine tunnels. He decided to head down the western path for
now, just to see some of the tunnels.

A canopy of thick
treetops covered the pathway from most of the sunlight. Nevertheless,
there was still enough light in the day to see exactly where he was
headed to. Some of the tunnels off down pathways were caved in
entirely, and this was evident from their exterior. Others were merely
sealed off with caution signs stamped all over the entrances. Quite
unnecessary, Alex thought. They were already locked with huge steel
locks. The keys were probably even missing themselves. There’d be
nothing of interest anyway, so why would anyone try and go in period?
They were long exhausted.

Besides this, Alex enjoyed this part
of the trip second to that of viewing the Red Castle. There was
something relaxing about passing through here on a cool clear evening
and thinking about how this may have been decades or even just years
before – A busy workplace crowded with workers working as hard as bees
do. What conditions might they have been working in? Whatever the case,
Alex was glad to himself that he wasn’t involved in the mining that
went on here.

He continued forward, toward the end of the path.
The canopy of trees let up in places and allowed a bit more of the
golden light in to the forest pathway. Soon he reached the end of the
path. It was another one of the blocked-off tunnels that prevented him
from going any further. Here, he got off his bike and rested it along
the side of the cliff to ensure it didn’t tip over and potentially get
damaged. He then approached this sealed tunnel at the end of the path.

This particular tunnel intrigued him. It was probably the only tunnel
left that still had a light on inside of it. Maybe some people still
were using the tunnels for whatever reason. Maybe there was a dig going
on or something. Whatever the case, it was interesting in some
mysterious way. Looking in, he could see a faintly-lit passageway lead
down further into the hillside. It seemed to go on forever and ever
inside the earth. He wondered what might be down there still if
anything after the mining operations had finished.

In a few
minutes, he was tired of looking down the tunnel and returned to his
bike. He headed back down the path and toward Castell Coch. He wanted
to enjoy himself originally, but now it was a race against time. 7:45
in the evening and the sun was teasing its way down toward the horizon.

In about 7 minutes, he had reached the overlooking point above
the Taff River and the valley below. On the other end of the valley
situated in the opposite hills was the Castell Coch itself.

The view was great. He wished he had his camera at this point. The
castle-top shined brightly in the sun’s orange light this evening, even
though its turrets were faded blue and the rest of the castle was a
rusty-red color. It rose just barely over the canopy of trees and
looked down over the towns of outer Cardiff.

However, this
beauty was the last thing on his mind when he remembered that he had
forgotten! Forgotten about calling his friends to let them know he was
going. Dammit!

No turning back now to call them. It was
already eight that evening and in an hour, the sun would be resting on
the horizon. He just decided to finish the trip by himself, wondering
how on earth he had forgotten to call them.
It was hard to enjoy
the biking ride as much now that the thought of his friends and having
not called them dominated his mind right now. The view of the town of
Taff’s Well from the top of the hill around 100 meters from above was
impressive yes, but he didn’t really look at it. He just looked at it
for a few seconds and then went on to riding. He was now reaching the
portion of the ride where the quarry would be on his left and the farms
and forests to his right.

This part was where he’d enjoy an
overhead view of the quarry and see what remained of the mining
operations here, and then see rows of wheat and corn dominate the
farms. Industrial mining meets agricultural. The thought in itself was
intriguing to him, but like with the panorama of Taff’s Well, his mind
was too distracted to truly enjoy them.

Eight-twenty: He was
halfway through passing the remnants of the quarry mining center and
the rows of farms. The sunlight was no longer bright yellow – It was
turning golden as the sun approached the horizon. A dusty wind
seemingly originating from the quarry itself brushed past Alex,
chilling the air. A wave of clouds was moving in from the southwest and
began clogging up large portions of the sky.

Alex was descending the gradual slope of the hill and re-approaching
the small suburban town of Morganstown. He was quite tired of
continuous riding at this point, and streams of sweat ran along his
temples and down his neck. Feeling quite dehydrated at this point, he
temporarily stopped his bike on a flatter portion of the slope and
pulled out his canteen.

Eight-forty-five: After feeling
relieved enough to move on, and having drank enough water, Alex
continued down the slope. It was pretty cool by this point – in the
afternoon it had been around 20 degrees Celsius (68 degrees
Fahrenheit). However, now it must’ve been around 15 degrees Celsius (59
degrees Fahrenheit). To him, this was a pretty sudden drop in
temperature, which in response led to him shivering. That, combined
with the fact that he was sweating at the same time, made this a rather
uncomfortable dilemma.

Eight-fifty: The sun was near the
horizon’s edge – about thirty minutes till sunset. His sweating and
shivering was getting to be a little more than enough, as he began
reaching the end of this slope. That was also when the thought of
having to call his friends returning. The three of them combined put
overwhelming stress on his thought-process, and he did not notice the
approaching plastic bottle someone had carelessly dropped.

the time he knew what had happened, Alex lay on the floor,
half-conscious of anything. Everything seemed to fade in and out, fuzzy
sometimes and not fuzzy the rest of the time. The only two things he
could hear at this rate were his pounding, rushing heartbeat and his
sharp, sudden breathing. His whole body seemed numb, although he knew
that he must’ve at least scraped his arms or something, having worn
short sleeves. He did nothing but rest there in partial shock and
partial lack of completely consciousness for around ten minutes. Still
lying on the ground, he looked off to the right to see his canteen
shattered completely, with a black stain on the pavement where the
water had splattered.

He looked then left to his bike. At least
there was one thing to be thankful for. It remained completely intact,
at least from what it seemed. Hopefully there wasn’t much if anything
in need of fixing. He certainly hoped not – he had just replaced the
spokes on them a mere month ago.
Unwillingly, but knowing it was
necessary, Alex managed to get the strength to get up. Every part of
his body ached in doing this, but he had to get home. Staying here for
the night in the middle of what was turning into countryside wasn’t an
option. His aunt would hound him when he returned if so. A few bones
snapped in their joints, but nothing was more painful than the burning
sensation he got from having scraped his arms against the pavement
during the fall.

He didn’t bother looking at the scrapes –
common sense told him there would be a lot of blood. He also knew that
the back of his clothes would be covered in a mix of dust and dirt. The
most he could hope for when he returned to the bus was that it was
mainly, if not completely empty. He began to examine his bike.

Everything seemed truly was alright with it – except for one loose
screw that supported the seat. It happened to be on the side of the
bike that hit the ground. He hoped that was all there was. Using his
blood-stained left hand, he screwed it back in most of the way.

He wished there was a creek nearby at least where he could’ve at least
rinsed his hands. Best not to pity himself though, and just get the
necessary attention later at his aunt’s. He had been through a similar
incident like this a year earlier, so it really wasn’t that big of a
deal. He continued and finished reaching the end of the slope and rode
painfully to the bus stop again, unable to wait for his return home,
even if he had to deal with Colin’s nonsense again. He just wanted to
be fixed up now.

It was nine-fifteen when he got back on the
bus again. The sun was disappearing slowly behind the horizon, glowing
a vibrant orange-red color in the indigo sky. It stained the clouds
various shades of red, orange, pink, indigo and yellow. The fact it
wasn’t dark yet gave Alex enough relief that he had finished before
sunset’s end.

The bus driver gave him a quick star, but knew
better than to continue looking at the evidence of Alex’s accident. The
bus driver merely took the money Alex gave him for the trip and began
to head back to Cardiff. He’d be back home by around ten that night,
planning to do nothing tonight except shower and sleep.

Thankfully, there was no one else on the bus at this hour except for he
and the bus driver. The last thing he wanted was people to look at him
in his current condition. As he approached Cardiff, the sun moved lower
and lower down the horizon. By the time he arrived at Riverside and was
dropped off, it was nine-forty. The dying light and the streetlights
were all that remained to guide his way back home.

he got on his bike one last time and rode the rest of the way back
home. Each cycle made by the wheels pained his scarred legs and arms.
It seemed like hours till Alex finally arrived home, but it was merely
ten that night. By this point, the sun had set, and only a few rays of
the dusk period remained.

Using his keys, he opened the door
silently to his house and entered inside. Thankfully, no one was around
to see him this way. He quietly climbed up the stairs and headed
straight to his room. After getting a change of clothes ready for after
showering, he took those clean clothes with him and headed to the
upstairs bathroom. Right before he entered though, he heard a familiar

“What the **** happened to you, Morry? You look as if a
truck hit you. Or as if you fell off your bike? Did you fight with one
of your mates?”
Alex turned around to directly face Colin. He smirked to Alex, and Alex smirked back.
“No,” Alex replied. “It’s just your mind.”

He slammed the bathroom door in Colin’s face, who walked away a short time later.
Later that evening in a fresh set of clothing, Alex went to the kitchen
where the medical supplies were held. Aunt Julia had went to sleep
about thirty minutes before he had arrived from his biking trip, so to
avoid a waking a grumbling aunt, he decided to patch himself up alone.

The shower had washed away all of the blood he had on him so now all he
really needed to do was bandage himself up. A long gash ran up his
right arm right below his elbow to his wrist. Two smaller gashes ran on
his left arm. A final gash ran on his left calf from the initial
By the time he was done, he had used a whole box of
bandages and half a tube of antibodies. He knew his aunt would notice
by tomorrow, but right now he was too tired and weak to care. He
completely even ignored the food his aunt had prepared that evening and
just moved on from the room.

He walked into the living room
briefly. Andrew had seemingly not moved an inch from being in front of
the television monitor. Colin was in the nearby recliner with
headphones on, apparently listening to music or something. Out of
curiosity, Alex approached the living room more closely.
when he realized both of them had fallen asleep in their activities.
Apparently, everyone just wanted to rest tonight. Alex thought it best
to merely join them and headed upstairs to his room. Carelessly
knocking off a few pillows and the poster and lay down, slowly falling
asleep to the sound of the ocean breeze outside.

I am not going to post anymore of the story for spoilers' sake. You're
going to have to buy the full version when it is out.

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Post by norih on November 25th 2009, 6:42 pm

I don't get it?

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Post by Amber on November 25th 2009, 6:48 pm

I think its really good!

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Post by norih on November 25th 2009, 6:54 pm

I don't get the FYI message!
Do you?

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Post by Guest on November 25th 2009, 8:37 pm

I just mean that I won't reveal any more of the story until it is published (which it will be sometime).

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Post by norih on November 25th 2009, 8:49 pm

Is it already getting partly published?

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Post by sillybung on November 26th 2009, 7:09 pm

good story so far
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Post by norih on November 26th 2009, 7:16 pm

I know!

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Post by Guest on November 27th 2009, 12:44 am

norih wrote:Is it already getting partly published?
It's only halfway written at the moment, so not yet. I've found a publisher though

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Post by norih on November 27th 2009, 11:42 am

Which publisher?

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Post by Guest on November 28th 2009, 1:00 pm

Nice I like it

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Post by kreativeflow on December 3rd 2009, 4:44 pm

Wow very nice and inspirational grin

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Post by cooltwig on January 8th 2010, 5:28 pm

nice one
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Post by Cyclone on January 9th 2010, 4:15 am

You posted this on, it's very good.
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