Gettin' Down With My Boys

Chapter 9

Heyyyyyz:) I would like to apologize for my lateness, but this is really only up because i was inspired by a book called "Defect". If you have read the book, no, i am not makeing any of the characters bat mutants. I just took the idea of seizures. never had one, so i dont know what their like. Oh well, i'll stop rambling!!!! FAN-COMMENT-VOTE!

Love,

         Viza<3

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I sat in my truck, moping, while Greg searched through Shanes bag,

“See it yet?” I asked. My head turned to look at him,

“Nope, not yet...” His voice was smothered by disappointment, and I laughed.

I really liked Greg. He always knew how to make people cheer up, and he could make serious people be less-serious. Maybe it was his big smile that rarely disappeared, but you could never be mad at him for long. Then his voice broke the silence,

“I really, REALLY, hope he didn’t lose it...”

I was hoping just the opposite. I REALLY didn’t want to see the pictures. I didn’t want to see proof of my craziness. I mean, seriously, I hate anything to that lingers, and this was lingering in the back of my mind like a spider caught in its own web.

Greg walked around the corner, tilting his head in an odd manner. The light hit his face, and he grinned,

“I think I know where it is...” His eyes looked from left, to right, to left again, making sure no one was listening.

His whole body shifted, and he leaned in closer,

“I bet he has it... We're gonna steal it tonight.”

I took a quick look at his face.

I didn’t want to find the camera, but I had my own plans, and sneaking around sounded fun,

“You're an insane maniac... I like it!” I smirked, and we bumped our fists together.

Greg and I started planning on what we would do, but we didn’t get very far,

“Lets just come up with stuff as we go.” He suggested.

He was laying down in the trucks passenger seat, his limbs sprawled out in the limited space of the cab,

“Maybe he'll just give it to us?” I said, hugging my knees, back laying against the driver side door.

Greg looked appalled,

“Whats the fun in that!?” His arms whipped up into a 'what the hell' gesture, whacking me on the way up,

“Sorry...” He muttered, putting his arms down gently.

I laughed,

“T'sokay.” The words got jumbled together. Purple-ish lights started surrounding Gregs face, and my head felt airy,

“Greg? Why are you... Nevermind...”

I touched my head, hoping the colors would fade away, now that the whole rainbow was seeping in through the window. Gregs face suddenly got blotchy. Dark spots covering half his face, and soon enogh he turned into a shadow,

“Char? Char! Oh my god!” He yelled.

The truck door opened then shut, and the faint beeps of a cell phone followed. Then silence. I was in a pitch black thing of nothingness. I couldnt think, I couldnt hear, see, or talk. I didnt even know what was going on.

Light pushed through my barely open eyelids. Another faint beep reached my ears, but this was a steady, pulse like beep.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

The only other noise I could recognize, was the calm sound of someone breathing. It relaxed me, too, but it also made me curious as to who was doing the breathing.

I struggled to open up my eyes, like there were weights holding each one shut.

My first thought as to where I was took me to the answer. The room was white with pale blue stripes, like cold water on a mountainside. The furniture was an awkward tan color that just put the room out of place, and the breathing was coming from behind a curtain that hung next to me.

I was in a hospital.