Bolt Saga Redux

Chapter 1: Who is Bolt?

It had been a long time since he had woken up. Possibly years, millenia, maybe even longer. No dreams, no nothing, just sheer darkness in his eyes. As he felt every second that had passed his cruel death. Stabbed by a face he could not see, blood all over his face, as it covered his very eyes so that he couldn’t even see those who were talking around him. He couldn’t even see the eyes of his love when he was told that he was being cheated on. It was almost like a whip had cracked before he died, and that he couldn’t even comment on it, as he had died just then. He had finally woken up, free from that damned state of blindness, or was he? The area he was in was a pure and vibrant white, with nothing else except for a blur of red static that formed a humanoid shape, along with two pointy ears on top of his head. He touched the red static, but his hand just passed right through it. The red static tried to touch him back, but simply couldn’t, as his body passed right through his. The red static moved his head as if the static were trying to talk, but nothing came out of his mouth. The static ran in circles putting ts hands over its head showing clear frustration by how tense it seemed. Eventually the static gave up trying to communicate with him, and sat down with its legs crossed.

“Are you trying to communicate with me red static?” He asked. The red static could do nothing but nod what appeared to be a head.

“What were you trying to say?” This line of speech only served to enrage the red static again, and it was decided that it was best not to ask questions not answerable by the nod of a head.

“My name is Bolt. Bolt Halfway to be exact. I won’t ask you your name for a fairly obvious reason, but would you like to be called a man or a woman? Nod yes for man, no for woman.

The red static nodded his head up and down, enjoying the idea that there was at least some way for Bolt to identify him as other than red static. The name red static did not please the man, and simply being called man or dude appealed to him to a much greater magnitude than red static. The two men decided to sit down, and sit quietly, as almost all topics were impossible to discuss.

A young man with rather flat blonde hair had been just been sitting in school on the very same day that Bolt had woken up. The man sat down in his desk talking to his lady friend as they were being confined in a  beige room with bumpy walls and a rather grotesque green ceiling. The floor didn’t match the beige walls either as the floor was covered in an ugly green carpet that would make you shock someone if you touched them after walking for long enough. Things could get rather shocking as there were quite a handful of people inside of the room, and everybody had to move at some point or another. Breath could be seen from a mile away, and almost everybody was shivering as they waited for the heaters to come on. In fact, that was exactly what the man was talking about with his lady friend, he was talking about how god damn cold it was in this room.

“Hey Mary. Why do you think the heaters aren’t working properly today anyhow? They were working just fine when I left school at 9 o'clock the other day when I was attempting to tutor the transfer student Yough.”

“I don't know,” Mary responded, “I think our school mechanic might have gotten sick or something. Probably with that pandoric flu that can transfer to you from somebodies sheer body heat. I’m not even sure if it’s legal to walk outside when you have pandoric.”

“Do we even have a second mechanic or at least a student that knows how to run a heater. You think at least some of the students have experience with heaters somehow.”

“They do teach grade 12 mechanic students to run all of the school machines just in case, but all of them are out on that field trip to go see somebody fix the hubble telescope.”