Xidwen
03-31-2014, 05:50 PM
This is only a test idea, still in progress.
The Dark Avenger
The analog clock on the wall ticked; it was the only sound in the room. In a way, you could call it annoying; however, I prefer to call it peaceful and calm. The entire room was pitch black dark seldom the small amount of moonlight shining through the clouds into my room. It annoyed me; I preferred to be in full dark, it’s the only place I can test out my gift. In the darkness, I smiled and lifted my hand in front of me, palm facing towards a soda can I finished off a minute ago. I concentrated on my arm, and the darkness, and as it had time and time again, black dust formed out of nothingness and wrapped around my hand and forearm. The more I concentrated, the more dust appeared, and the more power I could fell possessing me. When I felt it necessary, I focused my aim at the can, and released the tense power in my arm. The combined mass of dust-like shadows shot across the dark room, flying through the wind without a sound, and struck the can’s middle. The power blasted through the outside of the can, then straight through to the other side. “Good” I thought, “I’m able to break through aluminum now. It seems to be getting stronger; I barely charged up.” I was hardly surprised, though; this power was quite predictable after these long years of using it.
It happened when I was 9, about seven years ago; I was a pretty weird kid. I tried to set a good example though, since my family has been known as renowned scientists, but at times it was difficult to uphold the Evenhill name. As cheery and happy as most kids were, I would always keep to myself, only confiding in three people. I was walking home from school; it had been quite an exciting day that day, so I was a bit happier than usual. The late spring air blew across my face as I walked down the all too familiar streets of San Francisco. At the time, my entire family was happy; my sister was about to finish out her first year of school, while I was heading into 5th grade. However, on that day, in the warm San Francisco air, I would lose all of it, but gain something great and unknown.
When I reached our Villa, I wasn't startled by the random machinery and equipment being moved around; this was common in our house. What did surprise me was the fact that my sister, Elena, was home as well. She was meant to be at after school today, since they had some last minute preparations to make for the kindergarten graduation. But, to my surprise, she was sitting on the couch; she didn't have the T.V on, and this I found quite odd. As I approached her, I noticed a bored expression on her face. “Elena, what are you doing here?”
“Mom pulled me out of school,” she answered briskly, “She said she and Dad need to talk to us.”
“Then why not turn on the T.V?”
“The cords for it are in the lab for some reason, and we don’t have spares.” She knew we weren't allowed in the lab without our parents: smart girl.
“Are they in there now?”
“Yeah, but they said they’re busy.” Just then, my father, Caleb, walked through the door leading to our basement lab. He was covered in grease stains, and was wearing some sort of protective gear I’d never seen before.
“Ah, Nathaniel, your home; come now, both of you.” I had no time to ask why, before he started leading us into the lab. There were large tubes and beakers full of strange colored liquids. This was all normal, all except for a large machine that looked like a dentist’s chair, connected with more beakers and tubes leading God knows where. The chair had straps for the arms, legs, and head; it reminded me of the electric chair in those old prison movies. Our mother was wearing similar garb, and was standing at the control panel of the machine, typing on it. “Now, you two know we don’t usually want you down here, but this is extremely important, and we’ve been working on this for a long time.”
“That’s right, Nathaniel, I know you know what we’re talking about.” I did; as a child, I was diagnosed with Turrets and it’s has been affecting my grades as well as my ability to make friends. Now, all my parents cared about was my academics, but I just wanted to be rid of the ticks and twitches. “This device, if we did this right, should cure your disease, as well as end the disease itself.”
“How does it work,” I asked enthusiastically. My sister stood next to me and just stared at the device.
“You don’t need to worry about that, son” my father answered, “Just know that after this, you’ll be a new man, Nathan.” He signaled me to enter the chair, and I did so without hesitation. The chair was very large, built for someone of adult size, but even so my parents were able to get my arms and legs strapped onto it. I was about to tell Elena to go upstairs, because I wasn’t sure if she’d want to see her only brother strapped to some chair, but I didn't; God I was I had.
My parents put safety goggles on and walked over to the console, mumbling some sort of calculation I didn't understand, and then turned to me. “Are you ready, son?” I nodded, and closed my eyes. “Okay, get ready,” my mother warned, and I heard a beep.
That’s where it all went downhill.
The second after I heard the beep, the chair began to shake; I was terrified, but I didn't want to show it. Elena was standing right next to my parents; I knew she was, so I didn’t want to show her I was afraid. However, the shaking became more and more violent. I opened my eyes, my vision was not any better than the shaking. With a scared and altered voice, I asked, “What’s going on?”
My parents, despite being large, vibrating blurs in my vision, were frantic. They were turning knobs on the machine, typing into the console, and telling me that everything was fine. After about 2 minutes of the shaking, a wave of power surged from the chair, breaking the long, hanging light bulbs. The room was completely pitch black dark. Even the glowing buttons and strange substances were all pure black. I heard my entire family scream, and then, in the pure darkness, I saw a strange dust. It was darker than the darkness itself. It weaved around my entire body; it felt cold and....surprisingly comforting.
The dust reached out and cut through the strap on my right arm, almost like a knife through butter, and slid itself into my open hand. At first I was afraid of it; it seemed to be some sort of creature; but on the other hand, I thought it would help my find my family. I was a kid, so I thought darkness could help me see in the dark, right? I grabbed the stream of dust with all the strength I had to muster; the one small strand of dark dust turned into a large expansive cloud of dark dust. The dust rushed to my body, and forced itself into my mouth and nose, as well as enveloped my entire body. It burned my throat and nose as a constant stream of darkness entered my small body; it seemed almost endless. I was terrified, I wanted my parents to come and help me get rid of this, but I couldn’t even make a sound with all the dust.
After the dust settled after another 10 seconds, I felt very strange, like I was about to explode or be sick or both. I screamed at the top of my lungs, and then I felt the presence of the power that was in the dust, and grasped the power inside, and then with a mental push, I released the power. The area around me erupted in the dark dust; I could hear crashing and panic again, and the pure darkness around me began to clear. What I saw, though, horrified me and today continues to haunt me.
My parents were both covered in blood, most likely from the light bulbs, and all around there were shards of glass. The glass was everywhere seldom where I was, still sitting in the chair, where a large circle of bare ground was under my feet. At first I thought “Thank God we’re all okay, now we gotta grab Elena and,” And then it hit me, “Oh God, Elena!” I frantically ran off of the chair and towards my parents; they assumed I was concerned about my sister.
“She’s unconscious, the blast of whatever-that-was hit her head on and she fell. Nathan, what in the Hell just happened.”
“I…I just…” I tried to say I had no idea, but passed out before I could even form any sort of sentence. While I was blacked out though, I said to myself, “Well, I thought I could trust the dark dust I came into contact with. God, what have I done, I've destroyed everything.” I found no answer when I asked God why things had happened, but this time, a voice in my head, an altered form of my own, responded. “Nathan, this power did nothing of any bad omen. It was your will and your strength that caused the destruction of everything.”
I couldn't accept the voice at the time, but now, I know that voice was right.
The Dark Avenger
The analog clock on the wall ticked; it was the only sound in the room. In a way, you could call it annoying; however, I prefer to call it peaceful and calm. The entire room was pitch black dark seldom the small amount of moonlight shining through the clouds into my room. It annoyed me; I preferred to be in full dark, it’s the only place I can test out my gift. In the darkness, I smiled and lifted my hand in front of me, palm facing towards a soda can I finished off a minute ago. I concentrated on my arm, and the darkness, and as it had time and time again, black dust formed out of nothingness and wrapped around my hand and forearm. The more I concentrated, the more dust appeared, and the more power I could fell possessing me. When I felt it necessary, I focused my aim at the can, and released the tense power in my arm. The combined mass of dust-like shadows shot across the dark room, flying through the wind without a sound, and struck the can’s middle. The power blasted through the outside of the can, then straight through to the other side. “Good” I thought, “I’m able to break through aluminum now. It seems to be getting stronger; I barely charged up.” I was hardly surprised, though; this power was quite predictable after these long years of using it.
It happened when I was 9, about seven years ago; I was a pretty weird kid. I tried to set a good example though, since my family has been known as renowned scientists, but at times it was difficult to uphold the Evenhill name. As cheery and happy as most kids were, I would always keep to myself, only confiding in three people. I was walking home from school; it had been quite an exciting day that day, so I was a bit happier than usual. The late spring air blew across my face as I walked down the all too familiar streets of San Francisco. At the time, my entire family was happy; my sister was about to finish out her first year of school, while I was heading into 5th grade. However, on that day, in the warm San Francisco air, I would lose all of it, but gain something great and unknown.
When I reached our Villa, I wasn't startled by the random machinery and equipment being moved around; this was common in our house. What did surprise me was the fact that my sister, Elena, was home as well. She was meant to be at after school today, since they had some last minute preparations to make for the kindergarten graduation. But, to my surprise, she was sitting on the couch; she didn't have the T.V on, and this I found quite odd. As I approached her, I noticed a bored expression on her face. “Elena, what are you doing here?”
“Mom pulled me out of school,” she answered briskly, “She said she and Dad need to talk to us.”
“Then why not turn on the T.V?”
“The cords for it are in the lab for some reason, and we don’t have spares.” She knew we weren't allowed in the lab without our parents: smart girl.
“Are they in there now?”
“Yeah, but they said they’re busy.” Just then, my father, Caleb, walked through the door leading to our basement lab. He was covered in grease stains, and was wearing some sort of protective gear I’d never seen before.
“Ah, Nathaniel, your home; come now, both of you.” I had no time to ask why, before he started leading us into the lab. There were large tubes and beakers full of strange colored liquids. This was all normal, all except for a large machine that looked like a dentist’s chair, connected with more beakers and tubes leading God knows where. The chair had straps for the arms, legs, and head; it reminded me of the electric chair in those old prison movies. Our mother was wearing similar garb, and was standing at the control panel of the machine, typing on it. “Now, you two know we don’t usually want you down here, but this is extremely important, and we’ve been working on this for a long time.”
“That’s right, Nathaniel, I know you know what we’re talking about.” I did; as a child, I was diagnosed with Turrets and it’s has been affecting my grades as well as my ability to make friends. Now, all my parents cared about was my academics, but I just wanted to be rid of the ticks and twitches. “This device, if we did this right, should cure your disease, as well as end the disease itself.”
“How does it work,” I asked enthusiastically. My sister stood next to me and just stared at the device.
“You don’t need to worry about that, son” my father answered, “Just know that after this, you’ll be a new man, Nathan.” He signaled me to enter the chair, and I did so without hesitation. The chair was very large, built for someone of adult size, but even so my parents were able to get my arms and legs strapped onto it. I was about to tell Elena to go upstairs, because I wasn’t sure if she’d want to see her only brother strapped to some chair, but I didn't; God I was I had.
My parents put safety goggles on and walked over to the console, mumbling some sort of calculation I didn't understand, and then turned to me. “Are you ready, son?” I nodded, and closed my eyes. “Okay, get ready,” my mother warned, and I heard a beep.
That’s where it all went downhill.
The second after I heard the beep, the chair began to shake; I was terrified, but I didn't want to show it. Elena was standing right next to my parents; I knew she was, so I didn’t want to show her I was afraid. However, the shaking became more and more violent. I opened my eyes, my vision was not any better than the shaking. With a scared and altered voice, I asked, “What’s going on?”
My parents, despite being large, vibrating blurs in my vision, were frantic. They were turning knobs on the machine, typing into the console, and telling me that everything was fine. After about 2 minutes of the shaking, a wave of power surged from the chair, breaking the long, hanging light bulbs. The room was completely pitch black dark. Even the glowing buttons and strange substances were all pure black. I heard my entire family scream, and then, in the pure darkness, I saw a strange dust. It was darker than the darkness itself. It weaved around my entire body; it felt cold and....surprisingly comforting.
The dust reached out and cut through the strap on my right arm, almost like a knife through butter, and slid itself into my open hand. At first I was afraid of it; it seemed to be some sort of creature; but on the other hand, I thought it would help my find my family. I was a kid, so I thought darkness could help me see in the dark, right? I grabbed the stream of dust with all the strength I had to muster; the one small strand of dark dust turned into a large expansive cloud of dark dust. The dust rushed to my body, and forced itself into my mouth and nose, as well as enveloped my entire body. It burned my throat and nose as a constant stream of darkness entered my small body; it seemed almost endless. I was terrified, I wanted my parents to come and help me get rid of this, but I couldn’t even make a sound with all the dust.
After the dust settled after another 10 seconds, I felt very strange, like I was about to explode or be sick or both. I screamed at the top of my lungs, and then I felt the presence of the power that was in the dust, and grasped the power inside, and then with a mental push, I released the power. The area around me erupted in the dark dust; I could hear crashing and panic again, and the pure darkness around me began to clear. What I saw, though, horrified me and today continues to haunt me.
My parents were both covered in blood, most likely from the light bulbs, and all around there were shards of glass. The glass was everywhere seldom where I was, still sitting in the chair, where a large circle of bare ground was under my feet. At first I thought “Thank God we’re all okay, now we gotta grab Elena and,” And then it hit me, “Oh God, Elena!” I frantically ran off of the chair and towards my parents; they assumed I was concerned about my sister.
“She’s unconscious, the blast of whatever-that-was hit her head on and she fell. Nathan, what in the Hell just happened.”
“I…I just…” I tried to say I had no idea, but passed out before I could even form any sort of sentence. While I was blacked out though, I said to myself, “Well, I thought I could trust the dark dust I came into contact with. God, what have I done, I've destroyed everything.” I found no answer when I asked God why things had happened, but this time, a voice in my head, an altered form of my own, responded. “Nathan, this power did nothing of any bad omen. It was your will and your strength that caused the destruction of everything.”
I couldn't accept the voice at the time, but now, I know that voice was right.