Post by spyder on May 12, 2007 0:06:52 GMT -5
This is a fic I've been meaning to write for a long time, but didn't really get round to until recently. It's a fic written about my OC Lewis (Spyder).
I may include other OCs in it, so if you want your character to be included in this story PM/IM etc me with details or simply review this story. If you review this story you can freely request for you character to be included (unless of course you don't want it to)
Anyway, I hope you guys like it. Here's the prologue, I'll try to get the first chapter up soon.
Characters Included So Far:
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Night had fallen, and darkness had clouded over the forlorn, broken sky which was now ravishing with the mysterious beauty that was the stars scattering across it, like sparkling diamonds cascading gracefully over a dark, stretching plain. The mysteries of night, the lonely shadows lurking amongst the peaceful wind’s caress, looking for a soul to trail behind gloomily.
It seemed like the perfect night, and had dropped to a cool temperature amongst the innocent, undisturbed suburbs of Gosford, Australia leaving the area’s citizens to lay quietly upon their beds, with the windows open as they sunk back into a deep sleep.
Their clocks above them, lining their shelves and end tables ticked quietly, second after second melting away to never return, as a cooling breeze passing over their motionless bodies. The road outside was perfectly still, embers of the street lights burning alongside it, like fireflies.
Then, the silence was broken, as a voice called out helplessly, followed by an ear piercing screech of agony. The quiet and peaceful night suddenly fell into a rush of terror as the screams continued, shrieking in a bone chilling tone.
The sound in the persons voice was unforgettable, a cry for help, when it was already too late. A few heads were raised in shock, while others struggled out of bed and glanced out their window still half asleep and trying to figure out what was going on. But before anyone could even begin to contemplate what was going on, it disappeared.
The quiet of the night had returned again, as the cries for help were suddenly silenced and faded away amongst the tossing of the wind. What had happened here? No one knew. It was the dead of the night and few people had woken fast enough to even get a good glimpse of what was going on. In a state of panic, they feared for the worst, grabbing phones and calling Police in fear that a murder had just occurred, others double checking burglar alarms or alerting pet dogs and standing them at the front door.
There was no relapse in the screaming, and no signs of anyone trying to run off leaving a mangled, lifeless body lying behind them.
Confused, and still in a state of shock, the suburbanites tried to return to bed and not loss sleep over what occurred, many of which were unsuccessful. Will they rest stayed up, perching themselves upon armchairs, or bed edges and glanced out the window curiously, still trying to contemplate what had just occurred here.
Seconds melted into minutes as they continued to wait, though t it wasn’t much longer before the night was drowned out once again which more piercing shrieks. But this time, the screams were not human. What had was been an uncontrollable scream of terror was now a low, long and desperate calling. A sound that told everyone of the time of urgency that was now being faced. A time of life or death, a time when failure was not an option, a time when a life hung loosely in the balance.
The Ambulance flew down the street at an incredible speed for a vehicle of such size and weight, crashing through the calming breeze and lonely shadows of the night, for now there was no time to stop and breathe in the atmosphere and darkest of mysteries that surrounded them. Every second was vital and counted towards survival.
The Paramedic stared upon the boy that lay before him, almost in fear. He was far too young to have to die now, but he didn't want to let the thought of death enter his mind. The boy couldn't have been any older then 16 and had thick, jet black hair that was falling loosely over his tightly shut eyes as blood trickled thickly from his forearm, spilling down the rest of his arm and onto his clothes, staining the fabric.
His heart was rushing at an incredible rate, as the hairs upon his body still seemed to be sticking up in shock after what had happened. The Paramedic couldn’t let it continue, if he did, the venom of a deadly red back spider would be pumped through his veins and soon his entire body.
"Quickly," he broke out to the driver "If we don’t get there soon the venom’s going to pump straight to his heart!"
"I’m going as fast as I can!" he replied, desperately pressing his foot harder against the pedal, trying to get the vehicle moving at an even greater speed.
The paramedic turned back to the teenager, immediately grabbing at his shirt and tearing a large part of it off, wrapping the material tightly around his arm, just above where it had been bitten, hoping to cut off the circulation and prevent the flow of tainted blood passing through the boy’s body. There wasn’t much more he could do after that, just sit, wait and hope that they could make it to a hospital for the boy to receive proper medical treatment, before it was too late.
He carefully whipped a thick patch of sweat from the boy’s forehead with a damp cloth and held an ice pack against his wrist where it was swollen; staring upon his limp body, which still lay contorted in fear.
His eyes suddenly broke away from the image of the lifeless body lying across from him as he felt the rugged vehicle slowly screeching to a halt and both men burst the Emergency Vehicle’s rear door open, loading the boy gently onto a stretcher before rushing him inside, swinging the doors open and wheeling him through.
The nearest major hospital was in Wyong, close to half an hour away from where they were now, half an hour too long in their minds. In that time the boys life could’ve been lost, and he was already running on thin chances, they’d had no choice but to take him to a much smaller medical facility, just on the outskirts of West Gosford.
A third man came out to assist them as they lead him down the hall and into a small operating room, carrying him off of the stretcher and onto the operating table.
"Okay," the second paramedic said "What’s the problem?"
"16 year old male, red back spider bite on right forearm," the first one state "I’ve managed to cut off the circulation in his arm though."
"It seems to be doing the trick," the second paramedic said “But we should still do something about his heart rate, it’s much too fast.”
"I noticed," the first continued, before grabbing a hold of a small syringe and filling it with a serum.
"This should do it," he added, as he injected it into the boy’s arm, while the second and third paramedic held him still. It was a serum used to relax nerves and muscles in the body, and would calm him down.
The two medics stared across at the boy’s heart rate displayed on the screen across from them and breathed a sigh of relief as it slowly began to return to a much more relaxed and constant rate.
"Good," the first said "I just hope we’re not too late."
"Was there any evidence of him being in a state of panic after receiving the bite?" the second asked
"Yes," the first replied, his voice suddenly starting to lose hope "He’d been found by his neighbours, who woke up after hearing him screaming, and not only that, but while he was in the ambulance he was sweating, almost uncontrollable, and every hair on his body seemed to sticking up."
"He was in a state of shock, no doubt," said the second "Have you got the antidote?"
"Yes," the first replied, after leaving the boy momentarily to produce it from a small medicine cabinet.
He took the small bottle of liquid and carefully measured out the right dose into a new syringe, ready to inject it into the boy’s body. Once again, the first and second paramedics held the boy still as the first medic carefully pierced the boy’s skin and let the needle dig through his nerve and into his system.
"Okay," the first paramedic said as he carefully removed the needle from the young boy's arm "Hopefully, we're just in time."
The two men glanced across at the screen displaying the boys heart race once again. They watched the flow on the chart slowly drop down, slowly decreasing.
Little...
Less...
Nothing...
A long harsh, screech filled the air. A sound that made hairs raise and hearts skip a beat. The sound of a lifeline reaching its end...
"Oh my god," the second paramedic breathed, while the first stared at the screen in shock. His mouth hanging upon in horror.
He was frozen for what felt like hours in the next few passing secnods, before suddenly feeling a jolt of adrenaline gushing through his body.
Quickly, he grabbed the defibrillator that lay across from them in his hands and stared over the boy's limp body in shock, his heart racing.
"Clear," he said warming the two chargers against each other and the pressing them against the boy's chest. The impact was harsh, shocking every nerve in the boy's body with a force that threw him off balance slightly. But was still not enough to revive the lifeless heart within him.
He stared down upon his limp, frail body, before looking back at the chart. There was still no response. There was still no pulse in his body.
"Clear," the paramedic repeated, once again warming the chargers and plunging them heavily against the boy's body.
But still there was no response, absolutely nothing.
The first paramedic continued to look down upon him in shock, still with the defibrillator in his hands. He raised the two charges again, trying to bring them together and warm them for a third time, but a hand was placed on his shoulder from behind.
"John," the second paramedic’s voice rung behind him "He’s gone."
"Yeah..." the first paramedic, John, replied with a dull sadened tone in his voice. Before rolling up his sleeve and staring at his wrist watch.
"Time of death, 2:13..." he said, with a long low sigh. He couldn't believe it; he had failed. This was a young boy not even halfway through his life who had parents, friends and maybe even a girlfriend, who knew? And his life had just been cut short... All because of one stupid mistake.
He carefully placed down the defibrillator upon the cold operation table the boy lay upon and removed his gloves, cradling his face in his hands.
The sad truth of life... Not all of them end happily. Not all of them are fulfilled.
These thoughts plagued John's mind as he heard the sound of his partner, moving around in the background. Reaching for a telephone. About to alert the boy's parents of the bad news. A cold teardrop sinking from his left eye, sliding down the pores of his check and crashing gently against his fingertips as he gazed up slightly, glancing upon the screen once more.
But then suddenly, something impossible happened... There was a slight change in the environment around them that made both of the medics freeze completely in there tracks.
The high pitched screehing that had echoed through the room for almost several minutes now had suddenly stopped completely. The signs of all hope, and life for that matter, being lost seemed to have completely vanished in thin air at a completely unexpected time.
But now suddenly as John slowly pulled himself back up to his feet he could see that the heart rate of the boy had somehow returned.
It was not raging in fear or anguish but gently pumping against his skin as the boy slowly opened his mouth, his chest raising up and down with each lost breathe that returned to his body.
"I don’t believe it," John, exclaimed in disbelief as the paramedic behind him lost his grip on the phone and in fell crashing to the ground; and John glanced around in shock his heart stopping at the sight that he could've sworn was simple deceit of his own eyes.
Lying against the floor, his eyes rolled into the back of his head was his partner, the second paramedic. His hand clenched and outstretched in a stiff
"What the...? John exclaimed in confusion, running to his partner's aid on the floor across from him. He clenched his hand firmly around his wrist and then around his neck, struggling to find a pulse... Nothing. He was stone cold dead.
He glanced back across at the boy in fear, wondering what was going on.
The boy's heart was still beating... He hadn't died afterall. But now the paramedic, who had been fine. Perfectly fit until now, was suddenly dead.
John glanced around the room almost as if trying to find an assassin lurking within the corners, fleeing the scene of the crime. But there was nothing.
This boy however, had cheated death...
Moments ago, his life had been hanging in the balance but now, from what it seemed he was perfectly fine.
It had taken a lot from him, but what it took was even close to enough to do away with him; and whatever can’t kill you, can only make you stronger; and it was on that night that the boy felt strength inside of him he’d never known before. For the venom with in his tainted blood had flown straight to his heart, and taken over a small part of it.
"Time of death..." John said swallowing as he lay across from his partner's deah body "2:18..."
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Ahh John, don't I use such uncommon, unique names? :P XD
Anyway, yeah, not much but it's just the prologue. I'll try to get some more up soon.
Until then please R&R and I'd appreciate as many requests for OCs as possible. If their aren't enough requests I won't be including OCs at all, as it would be pretty pointless if I only had say 1 or 2.
If you'd like your character to be in this story just PM me and ask for details, and yeah, I'll get working on the first chapter.
FYI, unlike my others, this fic will be done predominantly through 3rd Person. I will write through POVs occasionally as well though.
References:
- 'Little... Less... Nothing' is symbolism of a heartbeat slowly growing slower and weaker until it is no longer and is used by a famous Australian poet Robert Frost in his poem "Out-Out".
I may include other OCs in it, so if you want your character to be included in this story PM/IM etc me with details or simply review this story. If you review this story you can freely request for you character to be included (unless of course you don't want it to)
Anyway, I hope you guys like it. Here's the prologue, I'll try to get the first chapter up soon.
Characters Included So Far:
- Lewis (spyder)
- Ash (.nightmare™)
- Ariana (Rakuen)
- Emi (Liftromancememo)
- Veronika (superdoglac)
- Liam (lildevil92) Cause this'd be nothing without the 'Queer Trio' XDD
- Sam (Zodiac)
- Kevin (YFWE)
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Prologue - A World So Cold
Why does everyone feel like my enemy?
Don't want any part of depression or
Darkness, I've had enough
sick and tired, bring the sun, or I'm gone,
Or I'm gone
"World So Cold" - Mudvayne
Don't want any part of depression or
Darkness, I've had enough
sick and tired, bring the sun, or I'm gone,
Or I'm gone
"World So Cold" - Mudvayne
Night had fallen, and darkness had clouded over the forlorn, broken sky which was now ravishing with the mysterious beauty that was the stars scattering across it, like sparkling diamonds cascading gracefully over a dark, stretching plain. The mysteries of night, the lonely shadows lurking amongst the peaceful wind’s caress, looking for a soul to trail behind gloomily.
It seemed like the perfect night, and had dropped to a cool temperature amongst the innocent, undisturbed suburbs of Gosford, Australia leaving the area’s citizens to lay quietly upon their beds, with the windows open as they sunk back into a deep sleep.
Their clocks above them, lining their shelves and end tables ticked quietly, second after second melting away to never return, as a cooling breeze passing over their motionless bodies. The road outside was perfectly still, embers of the street lights burning alongside it, like fireflies.
Then, the silence was broken, as a voice called out helplessly, followed by an ear piercing screech of agony. The quiet and peaceful night suddenly fell into a rush of terror as the screams continued, shrieking in a bone chilling tone.
The sound in the persons voice was unforgettable, a cry for help, when it was already too late. A few heads were raised in shock, while others struggled out of bed and glanced out their window still half asleep and trying to figure out what was going on. But before anyone could even begin to contemplate what was going on, it disappeared.
The quiet of the night had returned again, as the cries for help were suddenly silenced and faded away amongst the tossing of the wind. What had happened here? No one knew. It was the dead of the night and few people had woken fast enough to even get a good glimpse of what was going on. In a state of panic, they feared for the worst, grabbing phones and calling Police in fear that a murder had just occurred, others double checking burglar alarms or alerting pet dogs and standing them at the front door.
There was no relapse in the screaming, and no signs of anyone trying to run off leaving a mangled, lifeless body lying behind them.
Confused, and still in a state of shock, the suburbanites tried to return to bed and not loss sleep over what occurred, many of which were unsuccessful. Will they rest stayed up, perching themselves upon armchairs, or bed edges and glanced out the window curiously, still trying to contemplate what had just occurred here.
Seconds melted into minutes as they continued to wait, though t it wasn’t much longer before the night was drowned out once again which more piercing shrieks. But this time, the screams were not human. What had was been an uncontrollable scream of terror was now a low, long and desperate calling. A sound that told everyone of the time of urgency that was now being faced. A time of life or death, a time when failure was not an option, a time when a life hung loosely in the balance.
The Ambulance flew down the street at an incredible speed for a vehicle of such size and weight, crashing through the calming breeze and lonely shadows of the night, for now there was no time to stop and breathe in the atmosphere and darkest of mysteries that surrounded them. Every second was vital and counted towards survival.
The Paramedic stared upon the boy that lay before him, almost in fear. He was far too young to have to die now, but he didn't want to let the thought of death enter his mind. The boy couldn't have been any older then 16 and had thick, jet black hair that was falling loosely over his tightly shut eyes as blood trickled thickly from his forearm, spilling down the rest of his arm and onto his clothes, staining the fabric.
His heart was rushing at an incredible rate, as the hairs upon his body still seemed to be sticking up in shock after what had happened. The Paramedic couldn’t let it continue, if he did, the venom of a deadly red back spider would be pumped through his veins and soon his entire body.
"Quickly," he broke out to the driver "If we don’t get there soon the venom’s going to pump straight to his heart!"
"I’m going as fast as I can!" he replied, desperately pressing his foot harder against the pedal, trying to get the vehicle moving at an even greater speed.
The paramedic turned back to the teenager, immediately grabbing at his shirt and tearing a large part of it off, wrapping the material tightly around his arm, just above where it had been bitten, hoping to cut off the circulation and prevent the flow of tainted blood passing through the boy’s body. There wasn’t much more he could do after that, just sit, wait and hope that they could make it to a hospital for the boy to receive proper medical treatment, before it was too late.
He carefully whipped a thick patch of sweat from the boy’s forehead with a damp cloth and held an ice pack against his wrist where it was swollen; staring upon his limp body, which still lay contorted in fear.
His eyes suddenly broke away from the image of the lifeless body lying across from him as he felt the rugged vehicle slowly screeching to a halt and both men burst the Emergency Vehicle’s rear door open, loading the boy gently onto a stretcher before rushing him inside, swinging the doors open and wheeling him through.
The nearest major hospital was in Wyong, close to half an hour away from where they were now, half an hour too long in their minds. In that time the boys life could’ve been lost, and he was already running on thin chances, they’d had no choice but to take him to a much smaller medical facility, just on the outskirts of West Gosford.
A third man came out to assist them as they lead him down the hall and into a small operating room, carrying him off of the stretcher and onto the operating table.
"Okay," the second paramedic said "What’s the problem?"
"16 year old male, red back spider bite on right forearm," the first one state "I’ve managed to cut off the circulation in his arm though."
"It seems to be doing the trick," the second paramedic said “But we should still do something about his heart rate, it’s much too fast.”
"I noticed," the first continued, before grabbing a hold of a small syringe and filling it with a serum.
"This should do it," he added, as he injected it into the boy’s arm, while the second and third paramedic held him still. It was a serum used to relax nerves and muscles in the body, and would calm him down.
The two medics stared across at the boy’s heart rate displayed on the screen across from them and breathed a sigh of relief as it slowly began to return to a much more relaxed and constant rate.
"Good," the first said "I just hope we’re not too late."
"Was there any evidence of him being in a state of panic after receiving the bite?" the second asked
"Yes," the first replied, his voice suddenly starting to lose hope "He’d been found by his neighbours, who woke up after hearing him screaming, and not only that, but while he was in the ambulance he was sweating, almost uncontrollable, and every hair on his body seemed to sticking up."
"He was in a state of shock, no doubt," said the second "Have you got the antidote?"
"Yes," the first replied, after leaving the boy momentarily to produce it from a small medicine cabinet.
He took the small bottle of liquid and carefully measured out the right dose into a new syringe, ready to inject it into the boy’s body. Once again, the first and second paramedics held the boy still as the first medic carefully pierced the boy’s skin and let the needle dig through his nerve and into his system.
"Okay," the first paramedic said as he carefully removed the needle from the young boy's arm "Hopefully, we're just in time."
The two men glanced across at the screen displaying the boys heart race once again. They watched the flow on the chart slowly drop down, slowly decreasing.
Little...
Less...
Nothing...
A long harsh, screech filled the air. A sound that made hairs raise and hearts skip a beat. The sound of a lifeline reaching its end...
"Oh my god," the second paramedic breathed, while the first stared at the screen in shock. His mouth hanging upon in horror.
He was frozen for what felt like hours in the next few passing secnods, before suddenly feeling a jolt of adrenaline gushing through his body.
Quickly, he grabbed the defibrillator that lay across from them in his hands and stared over the boy's limp body in shock, his heart racing.
"Clear," he said warming the two chargers against each other and the pressing them against the boy's chest. The impact was harsh, shocking every nerve in the boy's body with a force that threw him off balance slightly. But was still not enough to revive the lifeless heart within him.
He stared down upon his limp, frail body, before looking back at the chart. There was still no response. There was still no pulse in his body.
"Clear," the paramedic repeated, once again warming the chargers and plunging them heavily against the boy's body.
But still there was no response, absolutely nothing.
The first paramedic continued to look down upon him in shock, still with the defibrillator in his hands. He raised the two charges again, trying to bring them together and warm them for a third time, but a hand was placed on his shoulder from behind.
"John," the second paramedic’s voice rung behind him "He’s gone."
"Yeah..." the first paramedic, John, replied with a dull sadened tone in his voice. Before rolling up his sleeve and staring at his wrist watch.
"Time of death, 2:13..." he said, with a long low sigh. He couldn't believe it; he had failed. This was a young boy not even halfway through his life who had parents, friends and maybe even a girlfriend, who knew? And his life had just been cut short... All because of one stupid mistake.
He carefully placed down the defibrillator upon the cold operation table the boy lay upon and removed his gloves, cradling his face in his hands.
The sad truth of life... Not all of them end happily. Not all of them are fulfilled.
These thoughts plagued John's mind as he heard the sound of his partner, moving around in the background. Reaching for a telephone. About to alert the boy's parents of the bad news. A cold teardrop sinking from his left eye, sliding down the pores of his check and crashing gently against his fingertips as he gazed up slightly, glancing upon the screen once more.
But then suddenly, something impossible happened... There was a slight change in the environment around them that made both of the medics freeze completely in there tracks.
The high pitched screehing that had echoed through the room for almost several minutes now had suddenly stopped completely. The signs of all hope, and life for that matter, being lost seemed to have completely vanished in thin air at a completely unexpected time.
But now suddenly as John slowly pulled himself back up to his feet he could see that the heart rate of the boy had somehow returned.
It was not raging in fear or anguish but gently pumping against his skin as the boy slowly opened his mouth, his chest raising up and down with each lost breathe that returned to his body.
"I don’t believe it," John, exclaimed in disbelief as the paramedic behind him lost his grip on the phone and in fell crashing to the ground; and John glanced around in shock his heart stopping at the sight that he could've sworn was simple deceit of his own eyes.
Lying against the floor, his eyes rolled into the back of his head was his partner, the second paramedic. His hand clenched and outstretched in a stiff
"What the...? John exclaimed in confusion, running to his partner's aid on the floor across from him. He clenched his hand firmly around his wrist and then around his neck, struggling to find a pulse... Nothing. He was stone cold dead.
He glanced back across at the boy in fear, wondering what was going on.
The boy's heart was still beating... He hadn't died afterall. But now the paramedic, who had been fine. Perfectly fit until now, was suddenly dead.
John glanced around the room almost as if trying to find an assassin lurking within the corners, fleeing the scene of the crime. But there was nothing.
This boy however, had cheated death...
Moments ago, his life had been hanging in the balance but now, from what it seemed he was perfectly fine.
It had taken a lot from him, but what it took was even close to enough to do away with him; and whatever can’t kill you, can only make you stronger; and it was on that night that the boy felt strength inside of him he’d never known before. For the venom with in his tainted blood had flown straight to his heart, and taken over a small part of it.
"Time of death..." John said swallowing as he lay across from his partner's deah body "2:18..."
The circumstances of a world so cold
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Ahh John, don't I use such uncommon, unique names? :P XD
Anyway, yeah, not much but it's just the prologue. I'll try to get some more up soon.
Until then please R&R and I'd appreciate as many requests for OCs as possible. If their aren't enough requests I won't be including OCs at all, as it would be pretty pointless if I only had say 1 or 2.
If you'd like your character to be in this story just PM me and ask for details, and yeah, I'll get working on the first chapter.
FYI, unlike my others, this fic will be done predominantly through 3rd Person. I will write through POVs occasionally as well though.
References:
- 'Little... Less... Nothing' is symbolism of a heartbeat slowly growing slower and weaker until it is no longer and is used by a famous Australian poet Robert Frost in his poem "Out-Out".