Post by Courier6ix on Jan 4, 2014 2:16:22 GMT -6
Author's note: To understand this story you'll need to know my main offline friends. They include mainly, but are by no means limited to, the following: two senior boys, both 18, both tall, one has lots of acne with sandy brown hair and is my theatre buddy and really my big brother--his name is Nathan or "Nate" for short, the other is has long shaggy dirty blonde hair, he's the funny trouble maker. The girls are, of course, Cassie as well as Grace, Elizabeth, and Rachel. Cassie is a sweet chubbier girl though a woman in mind and at heart, Grace is a short thin brown haired, dark eye'd girl and also Nick's girlfriend, Rachel is much the same except tubbier in the face and while Grace is tan Rachel is pale like mineself. Elizabeth is a short girl as well, with light skin, fire red hair, and is Nate's girlfriend.
The time is the present, a snowy day in December. We were shopping at the mall having lots of fun, trying out stuff, looking at the new awesome shit on display, mocking weird stuff and the losers who would get kicked out. This repeats for sometime before we head to the bottom store of the mall which was some girl's clothing/perfume parlour. (upon reflection I'm certain I've been there and that it's a real mall) The girls are, naturally, indulging and we boys are bored out of our wits. Nathan is teasing me and then he and Nick begin chasing me around with perfume bottles, trying to spray me. We, well they, just get caught and are being lectured by a worker when a man comes in and has a gun. He shouts and lots of stuff, we see the girls manage to make it out of the store and obviously want us to follow. We ALMOST make it when Nathan's phone goes off. He's right in the middle of two displays with Nick and I behind the ones on either side. The man quickly aims the gun straight at him and can tell we're trying to get out. Now this isn't very far from all the action, a good twenty feet. The only reason he didn't see us is that he was too preoccupied. Well obviously us escaping doesn't bode well with him so he gets ready to pull the trigger. Being the blundering idiot I am I stand up and shove Nate out of the way right before I hear two shots ring out. I stagger back, feeling everything and nothing. My vision is slightly blurred from shock, but when I look down at my hands and my shirt, they're no longer white. There are wholes in the shirt and it's become red instead of cream as have my hands which had instinctively covered the wounds. The shots had hit me right dead centre in the stomach, and in my right lung. I look over and see Nate lying there, wide eyed. I barely get his name out, "Nate..." before falling, him catching me shouting "OH MY GOD, LEVI!". Nick can't believe it either, he's freaking out then suddenly full of rage. I hear his knife click into open position, him scream, then the man grunting and screaming. The slight sound of something sinking into flesh was recognised, I hear the sound of a gun dropping in the distance, Nathan laying me down to run over and tackle the man, Nick assisting him. Together they manage to beat the shit out of him, removing the knife that was sunk into his shoulder which had caused him to drop the pistol. I was fairly certain I could hear a frantic worker on the phone with 911. By this point the sound of shots had been heard and the girls ran back, Rachel, Elizabeth, and Grace screaming at the sight of me whilst Cassie goes protective sister, medic mode, administering pressure to my wounds although it's of little use as I've got holes in my back as well, and they're bigger than the ones on my front. She shouts over to the workers but in a calm voice doing so, "Have you called 911?" the worker nods a "Yes". By this time Nick and Nate had returned. Seeing me only made Nick more angry but Nathan was extremely concerned. He took me from Cassie, cradling me whilst Nick and Cassie get my shirt off and wrap it around one of the wounds, Nick taking his shirt off and putting his jacket on to wrap his shirt around the other wounds. Cassie instructs Elizabeth to go wait for the ambulance. Nathan is softly whispering softly to me, "I'm so sorry this is all my fault..." he can barely say anything other than that and other apologies, tears staining is face. I try to reassure him it wasn't his fault, but when I try to talk I end up coughing up blood. He tells me not to say anything and just breath. The scene continues with me slowly fading out of conciousness, finally blacking out when the EMT stands over me.
I wake up in a hospital bed, completely dazed and confused. Nathan sits in the chair wide awake staring at me, then coming over when he realises I'm awake. He sits on the edge of the bed, by my abdomen area. He begins his apologies again though I'm to drugged to get most of it. I manage out "It's ok." with him smiling tears dripping down his face. He goes out to get the others and they enter though I don't remember much of it and I suppose I wasn't meant to. I then black back out again.
The dream then does that weird bit where it shifts to some odd shit that had nothing to do with the story for awhile before shifting back.
I'm stitched up and back at school. End of the day, I'm at my locker putting my books away no one else in the hallway, at least when I arrive. I don't hear them coming up but it's my enemies. They do the stereotypical bully talk before punching me, in the back, right behind the lung, the worse of the two injuries. I collapse slightly blacking out but not fully. This goes on, them kicking me, saying I should have died. I'm in too much pain to cry out but Nate comes down the hallway. He was going to walk me down to the theatre room to work on our act. He sees the scene and begins running to the others, again beating the shit out of them. He then goes back to me, picks me up and I assume I go to the hospital.
Final scene (long ass dream right? It seemed much shorter) I'm standing by Rachel's locker. She's getting her coat on and yes, Nate's with me. He's guarding me. I get the idea that he has been and that this is a few weeks after what happened in the hallway. The kids who did it walk by,glare at me, then see Nate and scurry off. The dream ends with him hugging me from behind, lightly, saying, "Don't worry Little Bro, they're not going to do that again."
The time is the present, a snowy day in December. We were shopping at the mall having lots of fun, trying out stuff, looking at the new awesome shit on display, mocking weird stuff and the losers who would get kicked out. This repeats for sometime before we head to the bottom store of the mall which was some girl's clothing/perfume parlour. (upon reflection I'm certain I've been there and that it's a real mall) The girls are, naturally, indulging and we boys are bored out of our wits. Nathan is teasing me and then he and Nick begin chasing me around with perfume bottles, trying to spray me. We, well they, just get caught and are being lectured by a worker when a man comes in and has a gun. He shouts and lots of stuff, we see the girls manage to make it out of the store and obviously want us to follow. We ALMOST make it when Nathan's phone goes off. He's right in the middle of two displays with Nick and I behind the ones on either side. The man quickly aims the gun straight at him and can tell we're trying to get out. Now this isn't very far from all the action, a good twenty feet. The only reason he didn't see us is that he was too preoccupied. Well obviously us escaping doesn't bode well with him so he gets ready to pull the trigger. Being the blundering idiot I am I stand up and shove Nate out of the way right before I hear two shots ring out. I stagger back, feeling everything and nothing. My vision is slightly blurred from shock, but when I look down at my hands and my shirt, they're no longer white. There are wholes in the shirt and it's become red instead of cream as have my hands which had instinctively covered the wounds. The shots had hit me right dead centre in the stomach, and in my right lung. I look over and see Nate lying there, wide eyed. I barely get his name out, "Nate..." before falling, him catching me shouting "OH MY GOD, LEVI!". Nick can't believe it either, he's freaking out then suddenly full of rage. I hear his knife click into open position, him scream, then the man grunting and screaming. The slight sound of something sinking into flesh was recognised, I hear the sound of a gun dropping in the distance, Nathan laying me down to run over and tackle the man, Nick assisting him. Together they manage to beat the shit out of him, removing the knife that was sunk into his shoulder which had caused him to drop the pistol. I was fairly certain I could hear a frantic worker on the phone with 911. By this point the sound of shots had been heard and the girls ran back, Rachel, Elizabeth, and Grace screaming at the sight of me whilst Cassie goes protective sister, medic mode, administering pressure to my wounds although it's of little use as I've got holes in my back as well, and they're bigger than the ones on my front. She shouts over to the workers but in a calm voice doing so, "Have you called 911?" the worker nods a "Yes". By this time Nick and Nate had returned. Seeing me only made Nick more angry but Nathan was extremely concerned. He took me from Cassie, cradling me whilst Nick and Cassie get my shirt off and wrap it around one of the wounds, Nick taking his shirt off and putting his jacket on to wrap his shirt around the other wounds. Cassie instructs Elizabeth to go wait for the ambulance. Nathan is softly whispering softly to me, "I'm so sorry this is all my fault..." he can barely say anything other than that and other apologies, tears staining is face. I try to reassure him it wasn't his fault, but when I try to talk I end up coughing up blood. He tells me not to say anything and just breath. The scene continues with me slowly fading out of conciousness, finally blacking out when the EMT stands over me.
I wake up in a hospital bed, completely dazed and confused. Nathan sits in the chair wide awake staring at me, then coming over when he realises I'm awake. He sits on the edge of the bed, by my abdomen area. He begins his apologies again though I'm to drugged to get most of it. I manage out "It's ok." with him smiling tears dripping down his face. He goes out to get the others and they enter though I don't remember much of it and I suppose I wasn't meant to. I then black back out again.
The dream then does that weird bit where it shifts to some odd shit that had nothing to do with the story for awhile before shifting back.
I'm stitched up and back at school. End of the day, I'm at my locker putting my books away no one else in the hallway, at least when I arrive. I don't hear them coming up but it's my enemies. They do the stereotypical bully talk before punching me, in the back, right behind the lung, the worse of the two injuries. I collapse slightly blacking out but not fully. This goes on, them kicking me, saying I should have died. I'm in too much pain to cry out but Nate comes down the hallway. He was going to walk me down to the theatre room to work on our act. He sees the scene and begins running to the others, again beating the shit out of them. He then goes back to me, picks me up and I assume I go to the hospital.
Final scene (long ass dream right? It seemed much shorter) I'm standing by Rachel's locker. She's getting her coat on and yes, Nate's with me. He's guarding me. I get the idea that he has been and that this is a few weeks after what happened in the hallway. The kids who did it walk by,glare at me, then see Nate and scurry off. The dream ends with him hugging me from behind, lightly, saying, "Don't worry Little Bro, they're not going to do that again."