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 Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2007 10:29 pm
So, i was cleaning up my computer today and i found this here little story that i worked on like a year ago. The more i read of it the more i remembered everything i was going to do with it and the more i kinda wanted to put some more time into it. This isn't so much a fan fic as it is an original story but meh, so sue me. No idea what kinda reception this is gonna get but what the heck i'll throw it out there.
Sky Chapter 1.1
Reflection.
Trey Callow walked to the open window of his brother’s room and pulled it slowly shut stopping the snowy breeze that was invading the room. Trey brushed some of his dark blue hair out of his eyes and looked into the mirror gazing upon the 16 year old that stood before him which wasn’t a particularly odd exercise when you consider the fact that Trey was 16 and 16 year old boys are quite eager to impress there peers by what ever means possible. Some 16 year olds might try to impress those around them by learning a sport and becoming an amazing athlete. Some 16 year olds my try to impress with there powerful intellect and become very rich business men. But Trey Callow found him self with out amazing physical skills and no where in his genetically implanted instincts was he programmed to be a business man. In fact Trey Callow was completely average in every way. Trey was average in every since of the word. Average height, average weight, average grades, average everything. In fact the only thing that really set Trey apart from the rest of the world and made him odd in anyway was his living agreement. Ever since he had been a child the only person who was ever there for him was his brother Cruz. Cruz Callow was 2 years older then Trey but at 18 he had more life experience then most people past the age of 50. There parents had both passed away from a very odd illness, not unlike the one my good friends mother would eventually catch and die from which, if you fast forward 4 years from this day, isn’t odd at all. Cruz was only 5 and ever since then his one goal in life was to provide for his brother. Trey closed his eyes and flushed the memory of that day out of his mind. Even though he was only 3 at the time Trey remembered the exact shade of white the hospital walls were and despite the fact he was too young to grasp the fact that his life was changing for ever Trey could remember his brothers face when the doctor walked into the room and gave him the news. Trey was shaken out of the past by the sound of the front door opening and closing which wasn’t odd at all as it was 7:30 and his brother was now home. Trey bolted up and looked out into the world past the window one more time. The snow was really coming down but Trey could still make out the blue tint of the O-Gas flying up into the atmosphere from a huge factory that stood in the center of the nearest city which for the time wasn’t odd at all. The factories had to be huge to get the Ozone inducing gases high enough into the upper layers of the atmosphere. Each factory was jet black with a half dozen huge stacks that rose high into the air spewing there life giving gas into the air. From the base to the tallest stack each factory was well over 10 football fields high and no matter where you were on the planet you could always see one of them rising high into the sky. Trey always felt they ruined the scenery. Especially out in the middle of the country where his brother and he lived. Trey shrugged and walked out of the room closing the door behind him. The factories were a necessary part of life. With out them, every human on the planet would die of radiation from the sun. Trey smiled at the odd thought of the planet once having its own Ozone. His history teacher had told his class that once; the world was able to sustain its own Ozone to protect its inhabitants. But a long time ago man kind destroyed the Ozone layer and unleashed the sun’s wrath on the human race little by little. Soon it was crucial that humans learn how to create Ozone and implant it into the atmosphere. Trey chuckled to him self as he hopped down the first few steps on the stairs and took the rest of them one at a time. Trey just couldn’t imagine a world with out the factories. He couldn’t believe that once man kind didn’t have to create ozone and shoot it up into the air just to keep them selves alive. Much like the dinosaurs, the concept was just too far away to really grasp. Trey jumped down the last of his steps and stepped into the living room of his house. It wasn’t the biggest thing, but then again it wasn’t small by any stretch. Red carpet lined the floor from the stairs to the entrance of the kitchen on the other side of the room. Sitting in his favorite chair with his head in his hands, which was weird because back then he was a very cheerful and enjoyable person to be around, sat his brother Cruz Callow. Cruz had blue hair as well but instead of falling strait like Treys did, Cruz’s was spiky and uncoordinated. Trey stopped in his tracks and said “so, anything I need to know.” Cruz looked up and smiled. “No, not really, just a hard day at work on top of my 2 hours of sleep” Trey chose this moment to start up an ongoing argument that his brother and him engaged in almost every day. “You know, if you were to let me work you could…” Cruz suddenly stood up rising to his full height of 6 foot 5. He shook his head and said “No, you need to go to school, your education is important and we really don’t need the money, we still have almost a third of the money mom and Dad left us, were fine.” Trey didn’t want to look at his brother in the eyes. Trey knew that he had hit a spot and it was best not to push Cruz right not. Trey nodded and sat down on the couch. “That a boy.” Cruz said as he sat back down and stretched out. ‘Besides, what do we really have to complain about? Sure it’s a 2 hour drive to the factory, and sure my job isn’t exactly fun but hey. Look at the house it got us. I’m telling ya Trey, this is the life.” Cruz smiled to Trey and gave him thumbs up. Trey smiled back and stared at the dark television that was imbedded into the wall. Cruz was right, they were living the life. What did he have to complain about? Trey sighed feeling a little better as he watched the TV, along with the rest of the wall in front of him burst into flames which, to anyone else would be a very odd thing. In fact to Trey at the time it was very odd indeed. But remembering Trey Callow’s face as he recited these events to me and listening as Trey Callow’s life became odder by the minute, I can understand why a young man, now 20, can look back at his life and find the sudden explosion of his house not odd in the least.
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2007 10:59 pm
Chapter 1.2
Flames
I obtained this report from the first Officer on the scene that night. Luckily he was a good friend of my dad at the time. This report fell into my hands by chance after my father died, my mom, bless her heart, wanted to throw out all of his old reports but this one managed to escape a rather unfulfilling fate by slipping into a box of his old trinkets. Funny thing, police reports are. To the police man who writes it, a report is nothing more then a strange technicality causing him to stop and recall the events of the day. Which, when you think hard enough about it, is hard to do in your own regular life. Think about it. You get up every morning of your regular lives and do the same thing but if you’re asked to write a quick play by play of your life for the past hour you start forgetting stuff. Did you brush your teeth first or did you put in your contacts first. Little things like that can seem like they happened years ago. The same thing happens when writing a police report. You have to sit down and really think about what happened so the right story is written down. And even so, a police report (even one as weird and peculiar as this one) is nothing more then an annoying waste of time to the police man who wrote it. But to some one else it could be a gold mine. Some one who had to re open the case due to more evidence begin discovered, or someone who has a knack for figuring out things from other people’s point of view, or maybe some one trying to piece together the events that led up to a deadly virus being created and set loose on the human race by one young boy.
Report:
Officer Eric Hawking
Time: 7:32
Event: Suspected Arson
I arrived at the scene at 7:32 on the night of the 21st of December. The house was a large 2 story house on the edge of the old road. Officer Lansing and I pulled up the scene at the same time and saw that the house had seemingly burst into flames from the front. The front wall had collapsed inward and the fire was spreading fast. A Couple of seconds later the first of many fire trucks arrived on the scene and the firemen started putting out the fire. By then the whole building had caught and the fire didn’t want to go out. The first Fireman had just entered the building when I spotted them. 2 figures walking out of the building from the side pushing aside flaming wreckage as they went. One of the figures was holding up a Shieldgun which covered him and the second figure. The second figure had what seemed like someone asleep slung over his back. At first I thought they were with the fire department as they had the same Shieldgun that the firemen are often equipped with. But they cleared the house, and quickly vanished into the woods behind the house. A couple of seconds later one of the firemen returned back from the house with another body over his shoulder. He laid the body in the snow and said “He was the only one in there. He’s still alive, but only just.” I bent down and checked his wallet which identified him as one Cruz Callow. He had third degree burns on his face and arms a some very sever burns on his back. I told the fireman that there had been a second person in the house but the fireman claimed he didn’t see anyone. I told him the story of the two figures and he said the fire department he worked at didn’t issue Shieldguns. The firemen fought for the next hour to put out the fire and after a couple of minutes I was given the official cause of fire. It was a J-Bomb.
Quick Note: For those of you with no clue as to what a J-Bomb is I’ll explain. The J-Bomb was invented by underground crime lords who need a way to destroy targets with out them seeing it coming. A J-Bomb is very very small and untraceable by any means. It’s the most, or was the most dangerous weapon back then and used basic friction to ignite the 5 units of nitroglycerin it stored in its wings. The J-Bomb gets its name because it looks almost identical to a Jay Bird in almost every single way. The user can set how many times it wants it to flap its wings before it goes off and then runs the other way. The J-Bomb does the rest. J-Bombs were very expensive and only the wealthiest of people could even afford to have one made little alone hire a hit to use it, even though that wasn’t the case in this fire.
It was a J-Bomb. Which I thought was weird because that would mean that is was a hit because none of the lower tier criminals would have one. Some one really wanted this house to vanish off the face of the planet. At 9:30 I left the scene and headed back to HQ, the Paramedics took the boy and I guess I’ll have to file another report for his story.
Officer Hawking filed his report as usual not knowing that by in mentioning the two figures carrying off Trey Callow that he had sealed his fate as a police man, as well as a human being. He was found dead 3 days later dead in his apartment along with his 2 kids and wife after losing his position at the Police Station not a day earlier. After that information about the fire was lost in a sea of fear and murder until soon, everyone with in 100 miles of the house was afraid to even say the word ‘fire’. Trey Callow’s body was never found by the police or by those hoping he was dead. But then again it’s not all that surprising when you consider the fact that Trey Callow was alive, completely unconscious on the shoulders of a large man as he and his associate with the Shieldgun vanished off into the forest with supposed target in hand.
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