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Hi.
I've got an absolutely enormous story in my head. It's been there, for a long, long time.
I really, however, need to get it out onto paper/topic. Writing it alone is difficult... but writing it out here is dangerous, because then the idea could be stolen. So I'm going to copyright all my entries into this topic, I hope SR don't mind... :0) Or, I'm going to at least try. :0D Could always ammend it later.
So, this topic is going to be a chapter based story, that I'm going to try and write in whenever I can. Please, please, please don't add to this... but comments will be fantastic, but make them in another topic, please. I just need to write, that's all... but it's going to be really, really difficult to write. Must do it though.
And you may recognise one or two characters in this... :0)
That's all. Ta. And now you get to know my name because I love this story so much. :0D
--poncy serious mode, but hey, could be worth it--
All ideas, stories, characters and entries into this topic by the Special Reserve forum user "Grix Thraves": © Darren Williams 2002
--end poncy serious mode--
Right, I'll start writing. :0)
I've got an absolutely enormous story in my head. It's been there, for a long, long time.
I really, however, need to get it out onto paper/topic. Writing it alone is difficult... but writing it out here is dangerous, because then the idea could be stolen. So I'm going to copyright all my entries into this topic, I hope SR don't mind... :0) Or, I'm going to at least try. :0D Could always ammend it later.
So, this topic is going to be a chapter based story, that I'm going to try and write in whenever I can. Please, please, please don't add to this... but comments will be fantastic, but make them in another topic, please. I just need to write, that's all... but it's going to be really, really difficult to write. Must do it though.
And you may recognise one or two characters in this... :0)
That's all. Ta. And now you get to know my name because I love this story so much. :0D
--poncy serious mode, but hey, could be worth it--
All ideas, stories, characters and entries into this topic by the Special Reserve forum user "Grix Thraves": © Darren Williams 2002
--end poncy serious mode--
Right, I'll start writing. :0)
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CHAPTER ELEVEN - The Diamondlands
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"I think I'm getting a cold." Grix said, soaked through from the constant rain... it wasn't pouring down... Christ, he could hardly feel it. But it just kept coming, from somewhere up in the dark cloudless sky... the moon still shone bright, lighting the whole forest up.
"Well, what the hell do you want me to do?" Leon said. "This is YOUR mind, make it go away or something."
"I can't. You told me I had no control..." Grix said, and then realised that Leon was still very much angry at him.
"Right, we're here anyway." Leon said, looking out past the trees.
Grix looked out, and gazed in wonder.
"It's a field." Grix said. "There's nothing there..." He turned to Leon. "This really isn't what I expected it to look like."
Thick grass seemed to stretch out in all directions, as if it went on forever... it was lit a pale grey/green in the gentle moonlight.
"Come on." Leon said, and walked out into the grass, pushing through it with his shoes. Grix followed, wading too.
It was odd really... not just WHAT was happening... but ever since he'd arrived, he had just kinda accepted everything that WAS happening... the little dancing dwarfs, the stairway that... and having to... Leon coming back to him... or, well, him coming back to Leon... it all just felt so normal... apart from that dark Grix thing, or whatever... he still didn't really understand that.
And now they were just wading through knee high grass, under the calm moonlight, with no real direction, and with nothing in sight. He was beginning to get a blocked nose, and was soaked through from the constant rain that came from nowhere. Grix was beginning to get a bit annoyed that he had lost his hat... least it would have kept his head warm, and hair dry.
Leon stopped in front of Grix... so he stopped too. Leon turned around, and walked back where they had came from.
"You lost?" Grix said, as he turned around.
A small camp site lay in front of them, little tents and badly built huts that stood in a small clearing in another giant forest that had appeared out of nowhere.
"Welcome to the Diamondlands." Leon said, not turning around. He walked over to one of the tents, opened it, and walked in. Grix followed a distance behind, and entered the tent too.
Grix came face to face with a gorilla wearing a tuxedo.
"Grix? What the hell are you doing here?" The gorilla said, in a deep voice. "We told you to never come back here."
"This isn't the bad Grix, Steve." Leon said, sitting down on a camping freezer box, and lighting up a cigarette. "This is our Grix."
Steve looked up and down Grix, and laughed. "You! Ha! You've come back to save us all, have you?"
"Actually..."
Steve turned around, and shouted at Leon.
"I told you not to smoke in here. If you want to smoke, go outside. I don't want your damn fumes filling up my tent."
"It's raining, I'm not f***ing smoking outside when it's raining."
"Then don't smoke at all." Steve replied.
Leon blew smoke into the gorilla's face. Grix watched them both.
"Guys, really, stop."
"Don't tell me what to do, you loser." The gorilla said. "Why the hell ARE you here, anyway?"
"There was an accident." Leon replied. "He lost his throne."
"AH!" Steve said, and laughed. "So you've come to us for help?"
"No... I've come to redeem myself." Grix found himself saying. That sounded weird.
"That sounded weird." Leon remarked. "Not like you to be honourable."
"Oh shut up." Grix said. "I want to find out what's happened here... Leon told me something was wrong, but I don't really understand."
Steve nodded, and chewed his lower lip. "We better sit down."
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"We lived pretty peacefully. All of us animals, living in trees, in huts, by the lakes... We had our little homes, our little hideaways... the whole of the Diamondlands were ours for the taking."
Grix nodded while Steve spoke."
"Then, one day, this town appeared, right out of nowhere. There were people in it, loads of people. We were interested, you know, about where they came from, all that. But they saw us, they saw what we all looked like, and they kinda freaked out. They couldn't accept us, and they drove us away... told us we were the devil's work, all that crap."
"It wasn't going too bad till one night a bakers in the town burnt down, and it was blamed on us." Leon said, butting in. "A good friend of mine got killed that night... all he was doing was trying to break up a fight."
"It's the humans..." Steve said. "They can't accept us, they WON'T accept us... and we really don't know what to do. It's driving us insane... we've been forced out of our homes, and we're holding altogether here, for safety, more than anything... there are still some though, that we have no idea if they're alive or dead, or whatever."
"Have you tried talking to them...?" Grix asked.
"Of course we have, don't be dense." Steve replied sharply. "They just don't want to listen. We're different, we have hair, long necks, we're animals for Christ's sake. They can't admit that we have feelings, that we think."
Grix didn't know what to do... how the hell could he help here?
"There must be something we can do..." Grix said.
"Well..." Steve said... and stopped, oddly. "Well, we better get some rest, no idea what time we'll have to get up tommorrow."
Steve looked around the tent. "Guess I'm moving out. Doesn't bother me, never liked the company anyway." He said, looking at Leon and smiling.
"Yeah yeah, up yours." Leon replied, and smiled.
Steve left the tent, leaving Leon and Grix alone again. "He'll be alright." Leon said, taking another drag from his cigarette.
"Where will he sleep?" Grix asked.
"A 600 pound gorilla? Anywhere he damn wants to, I expect." Leon replied... Leon checked his watch, to see what the time was. "Cool. The sun would be going down now, if you had walked across the stairway instead of monging about."
"Leon... I'm sorry, man, I'm really sorry." Grix said, sniffed and sighed, he looked at the floor. "You know damn well that I'm scared of heights."
"Yeah, thought you might of grown out of that though, you know, like everything else." Leon replied, pulling a quilt over him. "I've got no more to say to you tonight."
Grix lay back in the rug on the floor next to where Leon lay... he pulled another blanket over him. Leon reached up, and turned out the little lamp that lighted the tent.
"Leon?"
"Yeah, what?" A voice replied from the darkness.
"Where's Seiyo, and Renna?"
There was a silence.
"Seiyo's in the campsite with us."
More silence.
"So where's Renna?"
There was no movement. No noise. Only the small sound of Grix and Leon breathing through their noses.
"I don't know." Leon replied, at last.
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"I think I'm getting a cold." Grix said, soaked through from the constant rain... it wasn't pouring down... Christ, he could hardly feel it. But it just kept coming, from somewhere up in the dark cloudless sky... the moon still shone bright, lighting the whole forest up.
"Well, what the hell do you want me to do?" Leon said. "This is YOUR mind, make it go away or something."
"I can't. You told me I had no control..." Grix said, and then realised that Leon was still very much angry at him.
"Right, we're here anyway." Leon said, looking out past the trees.
Grix looked out, and gazed in wonder.
"It's a field." Grix said. "There's nothing there..." He turned to Leon. "This really isn't what I expected it to look like."
Thick grass seemed to stretch out in all directions, as if it went on forever... it was lit a pale grey/green in the gentle moonlight.
"Come on." Leon said, and walked out into the grass, pushing through it with his shoes. Grix followed, wading too.
It was odd really... not just WHAT was happening... but ever since he'd arrived, he had just kinda accepted everything that WAS happening... the little dancing dwarfs, the stairway that... and having to... Leon coming back to him... or, well, him coming back to Leon... it all just felt so normal... apart from that dark Grix thing, or whatever... he still didn't really understand that.
And now they were just wading through knee high grass, under the calm moonlight, with no real direction, and with nothing in sight. He was beginning to get a blocked nose, and was soaked through from the constant rain that came from nowhere. Grix was beginning to get a bit annoyed that he had lost his hat... least it would have kept his head warm, and hair dry.
Leon stopped in front of Grix... so he stopped too. Leon turned around, and walked back where they had came from.
"You lost?" Grix said, as he turned around.
A small camp site lay in front of them, little tents and badly built huts that stood in a small clearing in another giant forest that had appeared out of nowhere.
"Welcome to the Diamondlands." Leon said, not turning around. He walked over to one of the tents, opened it, and walked in. Grix followed a distance behind, and entered the tent too.
Grix came face to face with a gorilla wearing a tuxedo.
"Grix? What the hell are you doing here?" The gorilla said, in a deep voice. "We told you to never come back here."
"This isn't the bad Grix, Steve." Leon said, sitting down on a camping freezer box, and lighting up a cigarette. "This is our Grix."
Steve looked up and down Grix, and laughed. "You! Ha! You've come back to save us all, have you?"
"Actually..."
Steve turned around, and shouted at Leon.
"I told you not to smoke in here. If you want to smoke, go outside. I don't want your damn fumes filling up my tent."
"It's raining, I'm not f***ing smoking outside when it's raining."
"Then don't smoke at all." Steve replied.
Leon blew smoke into the gorilla's face. Grix watched them both.
"Guys, really, stop."
"Don't tell me what to do, you loser." The gorilla said. "Why the hell ARE you here, anyway?"
"There was an accident." Leon replied. "He lost his throne."
"AH!" Steve said, and laughed. "So you've come to us for help?"
"No... I've come to redeem myself." Grix found himself saying. That sounded weird.
"That sounded weird." Leon remarked. "Not like you to be honourable."
"Oh shut up." Grix said. "I want to find out what's happened here... Leon told me something was wrong, but I don't really understand."
Steve nodded, and chewed his lower lip. "We better sit down."
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"We lived pretty peacefully. All of us animals, living in trees, in huts, by the lakes... We had our little homes, our little hideaways... the whole of the Diamondlands were ours for the taking."
Grix nodded while Steve spoke."
"Then, one day, this town appeared, right out of nowhere. There were people in it, loads of people. We were interested, you know, about where they came from, all that. But they saw us, they saw what we all looked like, and they kinda freaked out. They couldn't accept us, and they drove us away... told us we were the devil's work, all that crap."
"It wasn't going too bad till one night a bakers in the town burnt down, and it was blamed on us." Leon said, butting in. "A good friend of mine got killed that night... all he was doing was trying to break up a fight."
"It's the humans..." Steve said. "They can't accept us, they WON'T accept us... and we really don't know what to do. It's driving us insane... we've been forced out of our homes, and we're holding altogether here, for safety, more than anything... there are still some though, that we have no idea if they're alive or dead, or whatever."
"Have you tried talking to them...?" Grix asked.
"Of course we have, don't be dense." Steve replied sharply. "They just don't want to listen. We're different, we have hair, long necks, we're animals for Christ's sake. They can't admit that we have feelings, that we think."
Grix didn't know what to do... how the hell could he help here?
"There must be something we can do..." Grix said.
"Well..." Steve said... and stopped, oddly. "Well, we better get some rest, no idea what time we'll have to get up tommorrow."
Steve looked around the tent. "Guess I'm moving out. Doesn't bother me, never liked the company anyway." He said, looking at Leon and smiling.
"Yeah yeah, up yours." Leon replied, and smiled.
Steve left the tent, leaving Leon and Grix alone again. "He'll be alright." Leon said, taking another drag from his cigarette.
"Where will he sleep?" Grix asked.
"A 600 pound gorilla? Anywhere he damn wants to, I expect." Leon replied... Leon checked his watch, to see what the time was. "Cool. The sun would be going down now, if you had walked across the stairway instead of monging about."
"Leon... I'm sorry, man, I'm really sorry." Grix said, sniffed and sighed, he looked at the floor. "You know damn well that I'm scared of heights."
"Yeah, thought you might of grown out of that though, you know, like everything else." Leon replied, pulling a quilt over him. "I've got no more to say to you tonight."
Grix lay back in the rug on the floor next to where Leon lay... he pulled another blanket over him. Leon reached up, and turned out the little lamp that lighted the tent.
"Leon?"
"Yeah, what?" A voice replied from the darkness.
"Where's Seiyo, and Renna?"
There was a silence.
"Seiyo's in the campsite with us."
More silence.
"So where's Renna?"
There was no movement. No noise. Only the small sound of Grix and Leon breathing through their noses.
"I don't know." Leon replied, at last.
CHAPTER TEN - Grix's Friends
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-THIRTEEN YEARS AGO-
Four sat around a small plastic table, playing cards.
"SNAP!" Renna shouted, clawing the pack of cards back with her white furred paws... "I love this game." She said, staring at Grix and smiling through her white teeth.
"Bloody hell." Leon said, watching Renna scoop up the pile. "You always win this..."
"Don't swear Leon." Grix said. "It's not nice to swear."
"Sorry." Leon replied. "Just... ugh."
"She DOES have the reflexs of a cat." Seiyo remarked, pulling himself back on his chair... Renna stuck out her tongue at him. Seiyo never really cared about cards, he just loved to play.
Grix knew them all so well. Renna, the beautiful white furred cat that sat in front of him, wearing a purple t-shirt and blue jeans... she loved playing too, but she loved winning more. Leon, the small sheep like creature that sat to his left... he was great, but he did get angry sometimes... he wore a green t-shirt and blue shorts... he had this cool blue baseball hat on, with little holes for his ears to go through.
And Seiyo. Seiyo had the grey head of a horse, and two grey legs of a horse... but very much like a human for the rest of him... he was always calm, always collected with himself... he just loved the company so much. He wore a yellow striped t-shirt and jeans. He didn't really like the t-shirt, but it was all he could find this morning.
Leon pulled himself closer to the table... "Right. The next pile is MINE." He lay his pack in one hand, and moved the fingers of his other hand. "You're going down, Renna."
Grix was always amazed at how mature they were for six year olds... they weren't like the others, the other kids... they seemed to know exactly what Grix wanted to do... they were so much fun.
"Miow." Renna said, and grinned at Leon. Leon narrowed his eyes, and glared at Renna. Seiyo just laughed and sighed... he looked at himself.
"I've really got to get myself some new clothes you know..." Seiyo said. "I hate this t-shirt."
"Oh darling shush." Renna said, shuffling her pile... "You look lovely."
Renna put the first card down... but her smiling face quickly faded.
There was shouting coming from the kitchen again. His parents were fighting.
They all stopped what they were doing... Grix looked out towards the kitchen, and then at the floor. The other three just watched him.
"Hey, Grix." Leon said. "It's ok... it'll be alright. They just get angry sometimes, that's all."
The others just smiled at Grix... Grix smiled back.
"Come on, let's play cards." Renna said, and smiled sweetly at Grix, taking eye contact for a few seconds, before looking back at the card pile, and smiling to herself again.
Grix loved his friends.
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-THIRTEEN YEARS AGO-
Four sat around a small plastic table, playing cards.
"SNAP!" Renna shouted, clawing the pack of cards back with her white furred paws... "I love this game." She said, staring at Grix and smiling through her white teeth.
"Bloody hell." Leon said, watching Renna scoop up the pile. "You always win this..."
"Don't swear Leon." Grix said. "It's not nice to swear."
"Sorry." Leon replied. "Just... ugh."
"She DOES have the reflexs of a cat." Seiyo remarked, pulling himself back on his chair... Renna stuck out her tongue at him. Seiyo never really cared about cards, he just loved to play.
Grix knew them all so well. Renna, the beautiful white furred cat that sat in front of him, wearing a purple t-shirt and blue jeans... she loved playing too, but she loved winning more. Leon, the small sheep like creature that sat to his left... he was great, but he did get angry sometimes... he wore a green t-shirt and blue shorts... he had this cool blue baseball hat on, with little holes for his ears to go through.
And Seiyo. Seiyo had the grey head of a horse, and two grey legs of a horse... but very much like a human for the rest of him... he was always calm, always collected with himself... he just loved the company so much. He wore a yellow striped t-shirt and jeans. He didn't really like the t-shirt, but it was all he could find this morning.
Leon pulled himself closer to the table... "Right. The next pile is MINE." He lay his pack in one hand, and moved the fingers of his other hand. "You're going down, Renna."
Grix was always amazed at how mature they were for six year olds... they weren't like the others, the other kids... they seemed to know exactly what Grix wanted to do... they were so much fun.
"Miow." Renna said, and grinned at Leon. Leon narrowed his eyes, and glared at Renna. Seiyo just laughed and sighed... he looked at himself.
"I've really got to get myself some new clothes you know..." Seiyo said. "I hate this t-shirt."
"Oh darling shush." Renna said, shuffling her pile... "You look lovely."
Renna put the first card down... but her smiling face quickly faded.
There was shouting coming from the kitchen again. His parents were fighting.
They all stopped what they were doing... Grix looked out towards the kitchen, and then at the floor. The other three just watched him.
"Hey, Grix." Leon said. "It's ok... it'll be alright. They just get angry sometimes, that's all."
The others just smiled at Grix... Grix smiled back.
"Come on, let's play cards." Renna said, and smiled sweetly at Grix, taking eye contact for a few seconds, before looking back at the card pile, and smiling to herself again.
Grix loved his friends.
CHAPTER NINE - The Last Sunset
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Grix followed behind Leon as he walked down to the beach... he had followed him through the rain, the trees... the twists and turns that all seemed to lead the same way...
The beach was completely empty. Nothing but sand in all directions... apart from the one side, where a cool blue ocean rippled gently, only disturbed by the constant rain. The only thing else was a single palm tree, which curved to the right slightly. Grix stopped and watched, as Leon sat to the right of the palm tree, the leaves hanging over him... as the sun moved more and more towards the horizon.
Grix walked across the sand, and sat down next to Leon.
He said nothing, and just watched the sun... the warm orange glow that echoed across the ripples of the sea.
"This may very easily be the last sunset you ever see." Leon said. "Don't f*** this up as well."
Grix winced, and watched as the sun began to dip into the ocean.
"Look... I'm sorry..." Grix said. "Isn't there anything we can do?"
"No." Leon replied, quickly... still staring at the sun.
"There must be something..."
"Look, you stupid f***." Leon said, still watching the sun. "We've messed up. There's no going back now. This is how it's always going to be... we had one chance, and we screwed it, we screwed it big time."
Grix watched the sun, and could almost feel Leon crying.
"So... I'm stuck here?"
"Yeah, get used to it. I have." He replied.
The sun touched the edge of the ocean... and the sky began to darken...
"You... you said the other one gathered power... the evil me, right?" Grix said.
"More power than you could even try to get." Leon replied.
Grix sighed... what the hell had just happened?... one minute he was walking along, then he was... he must have been hit by that damn bus...
Now, he's stuck in his... in his mind? What sort of dream was this... was he in a coma?
"There has to be a way." Grix said. "There's always a way."
Leon sighed. "You're naive. Just shut up and watch the sun. It's the last f***ing sunset, and you're just f***ing that up too."
Grix said nothing... just breathed out, tilted his head, and watched as the sun gently lowered beyond the horizon... the purple sky began to fade, drifting into a dark black...
Stars appeared all around, glowed for a few seconds, and then they faded away too. Only the moon remained, a small glow from that lighting the beach.
"That's it." Leon said. "That's the end."
Grix said nothing, just watched the dark water, and the reflection of the moon.
"There's nothing we can do." Leon said again... "I've lost everything, because you would never once f***ing listen to me."
"What?" Grix asked.
"You... why didn't you ever follow your heart?" Leon asked. "Why did you always expect everything to just fall into your lap?"
"...That's not fair." Grix said. "I do try to follow my heart."
"Hardly ever. How many times did you hold back? How many times did you never speak your mind?"
"You can't speak your mind all the time!" Grix said, his heart beating... "Somethings are best left unsaid, and unknown!"
"What? Like when you knocked the dog down?
"What?" Grix asked, his heart beating more.
"You know damn well what I'm on about, it haunts you, and don't tell me it doesn't, because I've been there." Leon said. "When you knocked the dog
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Grix followed behind Leon as he walked down to the beach... he had followed him through the rain, the trees... the twists and turns that all seemed to lead the same way...
The beach was completely empty. Nothing but sand in all directions... apart from the one side, where a cool blue ocean rippled gently, only disturbed by the constant rain. The only thing else was a single palm tree, which curved to the right slightly. Grix stopped and watched, as Leon sat to the right of the palm tree, the leaves hanging over him... as the sun moved more and more towards the horizon.
Grix walked across the sand, and sat down next to Leon.
He said nothing, and just watched the sun... the warm orange glow that echoed across the ripples of the sea.
"This may very easily be the last sunset you ever see." Leon said. "Don't f*** this up as well."
Grix winced, and watched as the sun began to dip into the ocean.
"Look... I'm sorry..." Grix said. "Isn't there anything we can do?"
"No." Leon replied, quickly... still staring at the sun.
"There must be something..."
"Look, you stupid f***." Leon said, still watching the sun. "We've messed up. There's no going back now. This is how it's always going to be... we had one chance, and we screwed it, we screwed it big time."
Grix watched the sun, and could almost feel Leon crying.
"So... I'm stuck here?"
"Yeah, get used to it. I have." He replied.
The sun touched the edge of the ocean... and the sky began to darken...
"You... you said the other one gathered power... the evil me, right?" Grix said.
"More power than you could even try to get." Leon replied.
Grix sighed... what the hell had just happened?... one minute he was walking along, then he was... he must have been hit by that damn bus...
Now, he's stuck in his... in his mind? What sort of dream was this... was he in a coma?
"There has to be a way." Grix said. "There's always a way."
Leon sighed. "You're naive. Just shut up and watch the sun. It's the last f***ing sunset, and you're just f***ing that up too."
Grix said nothing... just breathed out, tilted his head, and watched as the sun gently lowered beyond the horizon... the purple sky began to fade, drifting into a dark black...
Stars appeared all around, glowed for a few seconds, and then they faded away too. Only the moon remained, a small glow from that lighting the beach.
"That's it." Leon said. "That's the end."
Grix said nothing, just watched the dark water, and the reflection of the moon.
"There's nothing we can do." Leon said again... "I've lost everything, because you would never once f***ing listen to me."
"What?" Grix asked.
"You... why didn't you ever follow your heart?" Leon asked. "Why did you always expect everything to just fall into your lap?"
"...That's not fair." Grix said. "I do try to follow my heart."
"Hardly ever. How many times did you hold back? How many times did you never speak your mind?"
"You can't speak your mind all the time!" Grix said, his heart beating... "Somethings are best left unsaid, and unknown!"
"What? Like when you knocked the dog down?
"What?" Grix asked, his heart beating more.
"You know damn well what I'm on about, it haunts you, and don't tell me it doesn't, because I've been there." Leon said. "When you knocked the dog
CHAPTER SEVEN - Goodbye to Love
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Where he hell had the rain come from...?
"TASANAS!" Thera cried over the rain. "SHERIFF, TASANAS, MATHEIA!"
Thera stood in the centre of town, calling out in front of the Sheriff's office in the pouring rain.
And there stood Tasanas. Still dressed in black and white, from the tip of his hat, to the heel of his boot.
"I'VE COME FOR YOU, TASANAS!" Thera shouted, his tears hid in the rain. "YOU'RE NOT GOING TO LIVE THIS DOWN!"
The dark shadow of Tasanas peered down at him from the raised platform, and smiled... a black and white grin that punched Thera in the soul.
"Maybe not." Tasanas said.
A gunshot fired, and screamed through Thera's right elbow, and into his side... he collapsed in pain, the bones in his arm shattered...
Thera watched Tasanas step down from the platform, and another man appeared from the darkness, one of Tasanas' followers, holding a gun, still pointed at him... Tasanas walked over to Thera, and the last thing he saw was a boot flying towards his face.
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A gunshot was fired... Thera opened his eyes, and struggled to get up.
But he couldn't. He was strapped to a chair... and from the looks of it, it was bolted to the floor. His right arm, still blood stained and VERY much in pain, was strapped to the table in front of him.
He looked up, the light from a fire in the corner disturbing his eyes... the pain in his side was killing him... the bullet was probably still there...
Tasanas stood in the corner, two of his followers were in here with him... Thera watched as one aimed a gun at his head... he closed his eyes...
*BANG*
A glass shattered behind him, cutting the side of his face. It must have been balanced on the chair...
"That's enough." Tasanas said... "He's awake. Certainly original though."
Thera looked up again, Tasanas returned his stare, and smiled.
"Ok, you two, leave." He said.
"What are you going to do?" Asked one.
"I said leave." Tasanas repeated.
The two men left the hut, and Tasanas walked to the fire. "You haven't a clue, have you?"
Thera just watched him.
"Don't you ever wonder... don't you ever wonder what's outside this town? What would happen if you ever tried to leave?"
Thera said nothing, and just watched...
"Heh... you're nothing." Tasanas shook his head. "You haven't a clue after all. Ah well."
Tasanas reached into the fire, and withdrew a knife.
"I want you, to go home, and tell Sally you don't love her anymore. Tell her you can't live like this, that you hate it, you hate it all. Tell her, or I'll kill you."
Thera looked up, and looked Tasanas straight in the eye.
"Never. You can kill me. She'll never love you."
"Oh... she will." Tasanas said, and stabbed the knife through Thera's middle finger, cutting it off, clean.
The two men turned as they walked away, almost wincing at the scream.
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Where he hell had the rain come from...?
"TASANAS!" Thera cried over the rain. "SHERIFF, TASANAS, MATHEIA!"
Thera stood in the centre of town, calling out in front of the Sheriff's office in the pouring rain.
And there stood Tasanas. Still dressed in black and white, from the tip of his hat, to the heel of his boot.
"I'VE COME FOR YOU, TASANAS!" Thera shouted, his tears hid in the rain. "YOU'RE NOT GOING TO LIVE THIS DOWN!"
The dark shadow of Tasanas peered down at him from the raised platform, and smiled... a black and white grin that punched Thera in the soul.
"Maybe not." Tasanas said.
A gunshot fired, and screamed through Thera's right elbow, and into his side... he collapsed in pain, the bones in his arm shattered...
Thera watched Tasanas step down from the platform, and another man appeared from the darkness, one of Tasanas' followers, holding a gun, still pointed at him... Tasanas walked over to Thera, and the last thing he saw was a boot flying towards his face.
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A gunshot was fired... Thera opened his eyes, and struggled to get up.
But he couldn't. He was strapped to a chair... and from the looks of it, it was bolted to the floor. His right arm, still blood stained and VERY much in pain, was strapped to the table in front of him.
He looked up, the light from a fire in the corner disturbing his eyes... the pain in his side was killing him... the bullet was probably still there...
Tasanas stood in the corner, two of his followers were in here with him... Thera watched as one aimed a gun at his head... he closed his eyes...
*BANG*
A glass shattered behind him, cutting the side of his face. It must have been balanced on the chair...
"That's enough." Tasanas said... "He's awake. Certainly original though."
Thera looked up again, Tasanas returned his stare, and smiled.
"Ok, you two, leave." He said.
"What are you going to do?" Asked one.
"I said leave." Tasanas repeated.
The two men left the hut, and Tasanas walked to the fire. "You haven't a clue, have you?"
Thera just watched him.
"Don't you ever wonder... don't you ever wonder what's outside this town? What would happen if you ever tried to leave?"
Thera said nothing, and just watched...
"Heh... you're nothing." Tasanas shook his head. "You haven't a clue after all. Ah well."
Tasanas reached into the fire, and withdrew a knife.
"I want you, to go home, and tell Sally you don't love her anymore. Tell her you can't live like this, that you hate it, you hate it all. Tell her, or I'll kill you."
Thera looked up, and looked Tasanas straight in the eye.
"Never. You can kill me. She'll never love you."
"Oh... she will." Tasanas said, and stabbed the knife through Thera's middle finger, cutting it off, clean.
The two men turned as they walked away, almost wincing at the scream.
CHAPTER SIX - A Town Called Hope
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"He's asleep dear..." The young nurse told Claire. "You can go and sit with him if you like."
Claire nodded, and smiled. She didn't know why she smiled like that... it... it was like she was just trying to hide her emotions, without thinking.
But she was happy she could see him... that was at least true.
Claire sat at the side of the bed, smiled, and just stroked Grix's hair carefully. He opened his eyes, and she stared into his and smiled.
"Oh, it's you. What do you want?" Grix said.
"I... I just wanted to come and see you, that's all."
"You didn't have to wake me, you dozy cow."
Claire cracked. "What the HELL is wrong with you? I love you! I love you so much... I can't bare to see you like this, it's hurting me..."
"Like what? What am I doing?"
"You're confused, you're ill... just please, don't..."
"I'm not confused." Grix said. "This is the greatest I've felt in my entire life... my mind... my fantastic mind, it feels so perfect, so clear... I really am suprised though at how ugly you are... it's suprising really... he must... heh."
Claire closed her eyes, and took a deep breath... "Grix, don't... Please talk to me... we can get through this."
Grix looked at her, and hmmmed... "Hey, while you're here, fancy a shag?"
"WHAT?"
"What? Doesn't that work? You're my girlfriend, right?"
"No!" She said... "Look, until you get your head together, you're not going to see me at all."
"Oh, but darling, I love you!" Grix tried. "Come back."
Claire shook her head... "I... shut up. I can't love you, not like this. Leave me alone." She got up, starting to cry again, and stormed out.
"Women." Grix said to himself... the fat nurse walked in, Grix watched her... she obviously had little self confidence, the fat moo walked with her head low... probably still a virgin, the ugly thing.
"Hey cutie." Grix said, and smiled.
The fat nurse looked around. She was the only one in the room. "Erm... hi..." She said, and smiled back, then looked at the floor.
"Hey." Grix replied... "I can see why you were hired as a nurse... your cute face must bring hope to thousands."
The nurse laughed nervously... "Erm... well, no... I mean... thank you... I just needed two C's..."
"Still though... does get pretty depressing here... must be hard to cope?" Grix said.
"Well... yeah... sometimes... but it's pretty rewarding, you know?... seeing people recover, knowing you've done something special..." The nurse said, and smiled. "To be fair, we didn't think you'd pull through at all... they thought you'd be in a coma for a long, long time..."
"Heh, well, no waiting around for me..." Grix said. "Just wish there was a way of getting out of here... well... I need a few favours... and... well..."
"What kind of favours?" The nurse asked. "It's ok, we'll always try and make you feel as comfortable as possible." The nurse sat at the edge of Grix's bed and smiled. He felt the bed tip.
"Well..." Grix started.
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"He's asleep dear..." The young nurse told Claire. "You can go and sit with him if you like."
Claire nodded, and smiled. She didn't know why she smiled like that... it... it was like she was just trying to hide her emotions, without thinking.
But she was happy she could see him... that was at least true.
Claire sat at the side of the bed, smiled, and just stroked Grix's hair carefully. He opened his eyes, and she stared into his and smiled.
"Oh, it's you. What do you want?" Grix said.
"I... I just wanted to come and see you, that's all."
"You didn't have to wake me, you dozy cow."
Claire cracked. "What the HELL is wrong with you? I love you! I love you so much... I can't bare to see you like this, it's hurting me..."
"Like what? What am I doing?"
"You're confused, you're ill... just please, don't..."
"I'm not confused." Grix said. "This is the greatest I've felt in my entire life... my mind... my fantastic mind, it feels so perfect, so clear... I really am suprised though at how ugly you are... it's suprising really... he must... heh."
Claire closed her eyes, and took a deep breath... "Grix, don't... Please talk to me... we can get through this."
Grix looked at her, and hmmmed... "Hey, while you're here, fancy a shag?"
"WHAT?"
"What? Doesn't that work? You're my girlfriend, right?"
"No!" She said... "Look, until you get your head together, you're not going to see me at all."
"Oh, but darling, I love you!" Grix tried. "Come back."
Claire shook her head... "I... shut up. I can't love you, not like this. Leave me alone." She got up, starting to cry again, and stormed out.
"Women." Grix said to himself... the fat nurse walked in, Grix watched her... she obviously had little self confidence, the fat moo walked with her head low... probably still a virgin, the ugly thing.
"Hey cutie." Grix said, and smiled.
The fat nurse looked around. She was the only one in the room. "Erm... hi..." She said, and smiled back, then looked at the floor.
"Hey." Grix replied... "I can see why you were hired as a nurse... your cute face must bring hope to thousands."
The nurse laughed nervously... "Erm... well, no... I mean... thank you... I just needed two C's..."
"Still though... does get pretty depressing here... must be hard to cope?" Grix said.
"Well... yeah... sometimes... but it's pretty rewarding, you know?... seeing people recover, knowing you've done something special..." The nurse said, and smiled. "To be fair, we didn't think you'd pull through at all... they thought you'd be in a coma for a long, long time..."
"Heh, well, no waiting around for me..." Grix said. "Just wish there was a way of getting out of here... well... I need a few favours... and... well..."
"What kind of favours?" The nurse asked. "It's ok, we'll always try and make you feel as comfortable as possible." The nurse sat at the edge of Grix's bed and smiled. He felt the bed tip.
"Well..." Grix started.
CHAPTER FIVE - The Beginning
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"What the hell did you do that for?" Grix found himself saying, to the sheep like creature standing over him.
"For ignoring me, you bast**d." The sheep said. "But never mind that now, we haven't got much time. Get up."
"What? Who are you?"
"For Christ's sake, just get up. I'll explain later."
Grix got up, and stood across the dirty coloured tiles. "Where are we going?"
"You don't need to know. Just walk with me." The sheep walked off, and walked down a few steps to a smaller part of the little town, walked to an old rusty gate, kicked it, and it fell to the ground. He turned around and sighed. "You coming?"
Grix walked down the steps, and followed the sheep out of the town. Under normal circumstances, Grix would never, ever, follow a sheep anywhere. But for some reason he felt it was important to trust him...
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"Ok. Where am I?" Grix asked, walking along the muddy path, shielded from the rain by huge trees that leaned over from each side. Every now and again, there would be a puddle that they'd have to walk around, little gaps in the trees where the rain fell through.
"It's not so much where, but how." The sheep said... and sighed. "This is going to be difficult to explain. Especially to you."
Grix lowered his eyebrows.
"I don't completely understand it myself..." The sheep said, and took a breath. "When someone falls asleep, they enter this land, a land of dreams... this is when they're not really alive, and they're not dead either. You with me so far?"
"When I sleep, I dream. Right." Grix said.
"But not really. All you do, is enter your mind." The sheep said. "You become a living object in your subconcious... and you simply follow little adventures, or stupid things like going to school with no clothes on... or reliving past memories, or future desires."
Grix blinked. "So I don't dream?"
"No..." The sheep said, clenching his fists. "You DO dream. That's just what dreaming is. You live inside your mind... that's why you hardly remember your dreams, because it's just another section of your brain, doesn't affect the memory section... usually."
Grix narrowed his eyes... "Dreaming is about living in your mind."
"Excellent." The sheep said. "Now... when you wake up from a dream, all you do, is just return to your... well, throne, I suppose. The little you, that snaps back into life, and controls everything."
"Now I'm confused." Grix said.
The sheep sighed... "Look. Dreaming is about messing about in your mind, none of which you can really control... so to wake from it, you've just got to control your mind again."
"Ah... err... ok."
"You sure you understand?" The sheep asked.
"Yeah... well... what the hell is this all about anyway?"
"I'm trying to get to that."
"Ok. Sorry."
"So... what would happen, right... if while you were dreaming, someone ELSE in your mind decided to control your brain?"
"Wouldn't... how could that happen? Is this where I am, stuck in a dream? How many others are there in here?"
"Not so much a dream... no. This is all pretty real, it's been real for a long, long time..." The sheep said, looking up at the rain. "There are two of you. Completely, and utterly different... you see, the second you, as it were, gathered power, more power than you have in your mind yourself... and he's well, he's nicked your throne."
"Eh?"
The sheep sighed. "Look. A bad guy has taken over your mind. He's like you, but evil."
Grix squinted his eyes again. "Evil?"
"Yeah. Means he does bad things."
"Ok... right... so... I'm stuck in a dream, which isn't a dream... it's just my mind, because that's what dreams are, all in my mind... and... I can't wake up from it, because this evil person, who is like me but not, has taken over my mind, instead of me." Grix shook his head.
"Well, actually, not quite. He's NEARLY taken over it. This is why we have to hurry."
Grix blinked, and stepped over a puddle. "I'm still not completely... is this all my mind? This is my imagination creating all this?"
"Yeah." The sheep said, with a small amount of sadness. "This takes a long time to understand, believe me... but hopefully, you won't even have to try."
"So who are you?"
"I... I don't really have a name. You can call me Leon though."
Grix's body tensed. "Leon...? You're...?"
Leon looked at Grix. "Yeah. You bast**d."
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"What the hell did you do that for?" Grix found himself saying, to the sheep like creature standing over him.
"For ignoring me, you bast**d." The sheep said. "But never mind that now, we haven't got much time. Get up."
"What? Who are you?"
"For Christ's sake, just get up. I'll explain later."
Grix got up, and stood across the dirty coloured tiles. "Where are we going?"
"You don't need to know. Just walk with me." The sheep walked off, and walked down a few steps to a smaller part of the little town, walked to an old rusty gate, kicked it, and it fell to the ground. He turned around and sighed. "You coming?"
Grix walked down the steps, and followed the sheep out of the town. Under normal circumstances, Grix would never, ever, follow a sheep anywhere. But for some reason he felt it was important to trust him...
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"Ok. Where am I?" Grix asked, walking along the muddy path, shielded from the rain by huge trees that leaned over from each side. Every now and again, there would be a puddle that they'd have to walk around, little gaps in the trees where the rain fell through.
"It's not so much where, but how." The sheep said... and sighed. "This is going to be difficult to explain. Especially to you."
Grix lowered his eyebrows.
"I don't completely understand it myself..." The sheep said, and took a breath. "When someone falls asleep, they enter this land, a land of dreams... this is when they're not really alive, and they're not dead either. You with me so far?"
"When I sleep, I dream. Right." Grix said.
"But not really. All you do, is enter your mind." The sheep said. "You become a living object in your subconcious... and you simply follow little adventures, or stupid things like going to school with no clothes on... or reliving past memories, or future desires."
Grix blinked. "So I don't dream?"
"No..." The sheep said, clenching his fists. "You DO dream. That's just what dreaming is. You live inside your mind... that's why you hardly remember your dreams, because it's just another section of your brain, doesn't affect the memory section... usually."
Grix narrowed his eyes... "Dreaming is about living in your mind."
"Excellent." The sheep said. "Now... when you wake up from a dream, all you do, is just return to your... well, throne, I suppose. The little you, that snaps back into life, and controls everything."
"Now I'm confused." Grix said.
The sheep sighed... "Look. Dreaming is about messing about in your mind, none of which you can really control... so to wake from it, you've just got to control your mind again."
"Ah... err... ok."
"You sure you understand?" The sheep asked.
"Yeah... well... what the hell is this all about anyway?"
"I'm trying to get to that."
"Ok. Sorry."
"So... what would happen, right... if while you were dreaming, someone ELSE in your mind decided to control your brain?"
"Wouldn't... how could that happen? Is this where I am, stuck in a dream? How many others are there in here?"
"Not so much a dream... no. This is all pretty real, it's been real for a long, long time..." The sheep said, looking up at the rain. "There are two of you. Completely, and utterly different... you see, the second you, as it were, gathered power, more power than you have in your mind yourself... and he's well, he's nicked your throne."
"Eh?"
The sheep sighed. "Look. A bad guy has taken over your mind. He's like you, but evil."
Grix squinted his eyes again. "Evil?"
"Yeah. Means he does bad things."
"Ok... right... so... I'm stuck in a dream, which isn't a dream... it's just my mind, because that's what dreams are, all in my mind... and... I can't wake up from it, because this evil person, who is like me but not, has taken over my mind, instead of me." Grix shook his head.
"Well, actually, not quite. He's NEARLY taken over it. This is why we have to hurry."
Grix blinked, and stepped over a puddle. "I'm still not completely... is this all my mind? This is my imagination creating all this?"
"Yeah." The sheep said, with a small amount of sadness. "This takes a long time to understand, believe me... but hopefully, you won't even have to try."
"So who are you?"
"I... I don't really have a name. You can call me Leon though."
Grix's body tensed. "Leon...? You're...?"
Leon looked at Grix. "Yeah. You bast**d."
CHAPTER FOUR - Dying Love
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Thera Hodder sat and ate at the small table of his small house... they lived on a farm, they raised chickens, sold eggs to the town.
Outside, his son, Simon, fed the chickens... and watched into the distance.
It was him again.
Simon dropped the bucket of feed on the mud, and it tipped and fell over... the chickens all gathered around, while Simon ran back into the house.
"Dad! Dad! It's him! It's him!"
Thera shooed Simon upstairs, looked at the front doorway, and there he was. Standing.
Sheriff Tasanas Matheia. Dressed in black and white, like he always was. His gun was shoved into his trousers... wherever he really did find it quicker to draw from there, or if he was just using the image as a way of bringing fear into others... Thera didn't know.
What he did know, was that the man was standing in his doorway, and Sally, his wife, was upstairs.
"You know why I'm here." Tasanas said, at last.
"Yes. And she refuses to come down." Thera said, swallowing his food.
"So she's upstairs?" Tasanas said, smiling, and looking up.
Thera stood up, and pushed back his coat, revealing his own gun. "You're going to have to go through me first, you know that."
Tasanas knew too well how quick Thera was. He was neither stupid nor determined enough to even try and shoot him.
There were other ways, however.
Simon ran out, and stood in front of Tasanas. He screamed up and shouted... "DON'T SHOOT MY DAD! LEAVE HIM ALONE! GO AWAY!"
The boy started crying, and Tasanas looked at him and smiled.
"GET BACK UP THE STAIRS SIMON!" Thera shouted. "GET UP THERE NOW!"
Tasanas turned his attention back to Thera. "So, she won't speak to me?"
"Never. She will never go with you." Thera replied, anger in his voice.
"That's a shame. A real shame." Tasanas said. Thera hadn't realised he couldn't see where Tasanas hands were... Simon was in the way...
And when he did, it was too late. Simon dropped to the floor, dead. Tasanas held the smoking gun, pointed at Thera.
"I think you better rethink your situation." Tasanas said. Thera went to draw his own gun out, but Tasanas pulled back the hammer, and raised the gun higher, pointed it at his head.
Thera blinked and shook... he collapsed to the floor, and watched the blood of his son spread across the floor. Tasanas tipped the rim of his black hat, and walked out backwards. He got on his horse, and rode off.
Thera curled up on the floor, and started to cry. Sally ran down the stairs, saw Thera crying, and then saw Simon. She didn't scream. She just stared.
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Thera Hodder sat and ate at the small table of his small house... they lived on a farm, they raised chickens, sold eggs to the town.
Outside, his son, Simon, fed the chickens... and watched into the distance.
It was him again.
Simon dropped the bucket of feed on the mud, and it tipped and fell over... the chickens all gathered around, while Simon ran back into the house.
"Dad! Dad! It's him! It's him!"
Thera shooed Simon upstairs, looked at the front doorway, and there he was. Standing.
Sheriff Tasanas Matheia. Dressed in black and white, like he always was. His gun was shoved into his trousers... wherever he really did find it quicker to draw from there, or if he was just using the image as a way of bringing fear into others... Thera didn't know.
What he did know, was that the man was standing in his doorway, and Sally, his wife, was upstairs.
"You know why I'm here." Tasanas said, at last.
"Yes. And she refuses to come down." Thera said, swallowing his food.
"So she's upstairs?" Tasanas said, smiling, and looking up.
Thera stood up, and pushed back his coat, revealing his own gun. "You're going to have to go through me first, you know that."
Tasanas knew too well how quick Thera was. He was neither stupid nor determined enough to even try and shoot him.
There were other ways, however.
Simon ran out, and stood in front of Tasanas. He screamed up and shouted... "DON'T SHOOT MY DAD! LEAVE HIM ALONE! GO AWAY!"
The boy started crying, and Tasanas looked at him and smiled.
"GET BACK UP THE STAIRS SIMON!" Thera shouted. "GET UP THERE NOW!"
Tasanas turned his attention back to Thera. "So, she won't speak to me?"
"Never. She will never go with you." Thera replied, anger in his voice.
"That's a shame. A real shame." Tasanas said. Thera hadn't realised he couldn't see where Tasanas hands were... Simon was in the way...
And when he did, it was too late. Simon dropped to the floor, dead. Tasanas held the smoking gun, pointed at Thera.
"I think you better rethink your situation." Tasanas said. Thera went to draw his own gun out, but Tasanas pulled back the hammer, and raised the gun higher, pointed it at his head.
Thera blinked and shook... he collapsed to the floor, and watched the blood of his son spread across the floor. Tasanas tipped the rim of his black hat, and walked out backwards. He got on his horse, and rode off.
Thera curled up on the floor, and started to cry. Sally ran down the stairs, saw Thera crying, and then saw Simon. She didn't scream. She just stared.
CHAPTER THREE - Back to Reality
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"He's... he's in a coma, Claire." Chris said. "He was hit by a bus, he's in a bit of a state."
Claire closed her eyes and winced... she had tried phoning him, but kept getting the answering machine... it must have been crushed...
She began to cry... she could imagine what he looked like... the state... but she couldn't see him, she couldn't bare it.
Chris hugged her, and she cried some more. Chris had known Grix since primary school... always been a good friend, even if they had distanced themselves a little recently. He felt pretty bad about it really... Grix needed the strength at the moment, he needed all he could muster...
"What! What the hell!"
Claire jerked. "That was Grix's voice."
Claire and Chris ran in, Grix's mother was at his side.
"You were in an accident Grix..." His mother said.
"Grix! You're awake!" Claire shouted... he was bandaged up pretty bad, but he was alive, he was alive...
"Who the hell are you?" Grix said.
"What?"
"Who are you?" He repeated... "Are you the one..." Grix said, and then thought... "Oh! Ha!"
Claire was taken aback... "Grix... what's wrong?"
"I can't... I can't believe..." And then he just burst out laughing. "You're so ugly! I thought you would be much prettier than that!"
Claire couldn't speak, she just stared at Grix in his bandages, and her lower lip began to shake.
"Oh! You're not with him, are you?" Grix looked at Chris. "You look like you could be a couple."
"Grix, what the hell's the matter with you?" Chris said in defense... "You've been in an accident? Can't you remember?"
"Fantastic!" Grix said... and started pulling bandages off, ripping out all the needles. An alarm went off, and a nurse ran in, a few seconds later. She saw what Grix was doing, and ran up to him.
"Don't... no, what are you doing, please, please stay calm..."
"P**s off. I'm getting out of here. You, you're Claire, right?"
Claire didn't know what to do, so she just nodded.
"Help me, knock out the nurse."
"What?" Claire said, at last. The nurse just looked at them both.
"Knock her out!"
"No! Grix! Please!" She said, tears streaming down her face.
Grix tried to pull himself out of bed, but as soon as he put one foot on the floor, he screamed out in pain.
"Christ! This ain't easy!" He said through his teeth. He looked up, and grinned at Chris. "Monkey boy! Give me a hand!"
"Come on Claire... let's go, he's ill... it's ok..."
"What the... oi! Come back!" Claire walked out, tearful, looking straight ahead. Chris left, looked back to Grix and winced, then walked out too.
"Christ..." Grix said to himself, the pain in his legs was amazing. He turned around and looked at the woman that was sitting in the wheelchair next to him... "I can see why you cut off your legs, probably easier to get around like that, isn't it?"
Grix's mum started crying. More nurses came, held him down, and injected something into him.
"You're ill... it's ok... you just need some rest..."
"No!" Grix said... "I need to... I need to get out of here... and..."
Then Grix fell half asleep, and stuck his tongue out of his mouth. He picked up the remote control, and turned the tv on.
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"He's... he's in a coma, Claire." Chris said. "He was hit by a bus, he's in a bit of a state."
Claire closed her eyes and winced... she had tried phoning him, but kept getting the answering machine... it must have been crushed...
She began to cry... she could imagine what he looked like... the state... but she couldn't see him, she couldn't bare it.
Chris hugged her, and she cried some more. Chris had known Grix since primary school... always been a good friend, even if they had distanced themselves a little recently. He felt pretty bad about it really... Grix needed the strength at the moment, he needed all he could muster...
"What! What the hell!"
Claire jerked. "That was Grix's voice."
Claire and Chris ran in, Grix's mother was at his side.
"You were in an accident Grix..." His mother said.
"Grix! You're awake!" Claire shouted... he was bandaged up pretty bad, but he was alive, he was alive...
"Who the hell are you?" Grix said.
"What?"
"Who are you?" He repeated... "Are you the one..." Grix said, and then thought... "Oh! Ha!"
Claire was taken aback... "Grix... what's wrong?"
"I can't... I can't believe..." And then he just burst out laughing. "You're so ugly! I thought you would be much prettier than that!"
Claire couldn't speak, she just stared at Grix in his bandages, and her lower lip began to shake.
"Oh! You're not with him, are you?" Grix looked at Chris. "You look like you could be a couple."
"Grix, what the hell's the matter with you?" Chris said in defense... "You've been in an accident? Can't you remember?"
"Fantastic!" Grix said... and started pulling bandages off, ripping out all the needles. An alarm went off, and a nurse ran in, a few seconds later. She saw what Grix was doing, and ran up to him.
"Don't... no, what are you doing, please, please stay calm..."
"P**s off. I'm getting out of here. You, you're Claire, right?"
Claire didn't know what to do, so she just nodded.
"Help me, knock out the nurse."
"What?" Claire said, at last. The nurse just looked at them both.
"Knock her out!"
"No! Grix! Please!" She said, tears streaming down her face.
Grix tried to pull himself out of bed, but as soon as he put one foot on the floor, he screamed out in pain.
"Christ! This ain't easy!" He said through his teeth. He looked up, and grinned at Chris. "Monkey boy! Give me a hand!"
"Come on Claire... let's go, he's ill... it's ok..."
"What the... oi! Come back!" Claire walked out, tearful, looking straight ahead. Chris left, looked back to Grix and winced, then walked out too.
"Christ..." Grix said to himself, the pain in his legs was amazing. He turned around and looked at the woman that was sitting in the wheelchair next to him... "I can see why you cut off your legs, probably easier to get around like that, isn't it?"
Grix's mum started crying. More nurses came, held him down, and injected something into him.
"You're ill... it's ok... you just need some rest..."
"No!" Grix said... "I need to... I need to get out of here... and..."
Then Grix fell half asleep, and stuck his tongue out of his mouth. He picked up the remote control, and turned the tv on.
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