Soaring To Life
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"Yo my Nazi bitch! Guess what I just got!" A low moan crackled through the worn out receiver of my I-phone, followed by the distinct words "I'm not a Nazi, you fucking whore."
"Fine, you freaking Hitler's spawn" I grinned as the voice sighed, defeated.
I win.
"What the hell do you want Alice? It fucking one o' clock at night, and unlike some people, I actually have a job to go to in the morning." I stare at my phone with wide eyes, One o' clock already, damn, I'm so failing that biology exam tomorrow. Oh well, back to the Nazi "Oh really? I do to!"
"You got a job?" I pictured his blond eyebrows raising ever so slightly.
I smirked, tugging my key out of my pocket. "Correct, Jew killer"
"... Is it legal?"
Shit.
"Well, if I said yes then I'd be lying, and we both know that its wrong to lie, Blakey-boy."
"Doesn't stop you."
I paused, the phone balanced ever so skillfully between my shoulder and my ear "...Touche, Blake."
"Now really, what do you want?" Blake mumbles, his voice growing tired. I grinned toothy "I saw Bob today"
"Ah, the hobo on the corner of 12th street?"
"Pshaw, He moved to 13th street last Monday." I unlocked the door to my one room apartment and kicked it open. My hand reaching for the light switch, while the other cradled the precious package to my chest, damn this thing was heavy...
"Oh whatever, you saw Bob and...?
"Anyway, I saw Bob after I escaped the fuzz. Guess what he had?"
I could see him rolling his blue eyes to the ceiling of his trendy little condo in Manhattan "A shopping cart full of crap?"
"Well...yes. But guess what else he had?!" I dropped the package onto my couch, before plopping down next to it and setting my feet on the coffee table.
"I give up."
" PS3." I heard a slight shuffle and I knew I had obtained his attention "What the fuck was the hobo doing with a PS3?!"
"I don't know, but I bought it off him for twenty bucks and a sandwich" a ham sandwich to be more precise.
"Alice, I don't trust it" Blake muttered through the phone connection. I felt my eyebrows pull together "Why? Is it because I bought it from Bob?"
"......yes and I have a bad feeling about that PS3"
"Uh-huh. Oh be sure to bring all your games when you come over." I stood up and shuffled to the small kitchen. Reaching into the cabinet, I pull out a pink glass and filled it with tap water. I heard the sound of Blake cussing in German. "But who said that I was coming over?"
"Me." I answered as I returned to my living room, setting the glass down on the coffee table, and taking the PS3 out of the bag I carried it in.
"And I would listen to you, why?"
"...Because I luv you"
Silence.
"... Fine, I'll come. I guess I can call in sick" I smiled has I heard the creaking of the bed and him getting up and walking over to that ridiculously huge closet of his.
"Thank you Blakey!"
"I'll be there in twenty minutes."
"Hurry!... Hmm, wonder where this goes.... maybe.... in....here.....OUCH! FUCK! …..my finger!..."
"Alice can you do me a favor.... don't touch anything- ANYTHING!- until I get there, ok?" I put my throbbing finger into my mouth and sucked the pain away, before reaching for the glass on the table.
"Will do" I reply, my hand gripping the glass, then, being as graceful as I am, I dropped it to the floor where it shattered into many tiny little pieces.
"Oh fuc-" I hissed jumping out of the way of flying shards.
"Alice...what was that?"
"Uh nothing! See you later!" I quickly tapped the END CALL button to avoid any of his probing questions. The less he knows the better.
I stepped around the pile of shatter glass and headed to the closet by the door where I kept most of my cleaning supplies. I reached for the broom and dusting pan and grumbled as I began to sweep up the remains of my drinking glass.
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ClearTech Industries~
Angry faces glared down a young man around the age of twenty of so. He fiddled with the buttons of his jacket as a man in a rather expensive suit emerged and sat at the head of a long conference table. The man clasped his hands together and sent an icy stare to the young man. We can all tell that the young man didn't have long to live.
"Mr. Jefferson." The young man jumped slightly as the older man spoke. "Y-y-e-es sir?"
"It is too my understanding that you discarded something improperly today. Do you care to explain?"
"Y-yes, I was told to get ride of the machine because it had malfunctioned and was no longer usable, I thought they meant to throw it away, and I... tossed it in the dumpster outside of the building... I didn't know that it still worked!"
"Idiot!" One of the other men hissed "That machine was a mistake of the company, but it needed to be destroyed! Now some person probably has their hands on it!" The others sitting at the conference table nodded in agreement.
The head of the table still stared icily down at the young man. "Mr. Jefferson, do you understand the severity of your actions?"
The young man glanced down nervously "Frankly sir, I don't"
The sound of palms hitting face filled the room "Moron!"
The young man, bit his lip, nearly drawing blood. The head of the table stood up, muttering under his labored breath. "Mr. Jefferson, you do know what this company produces, right?"
"Yeah, its the head in virtual technology in the country."
"Correct. Now you know we also produce new technology adaptable to things such as a... PS3 for example."
"Well... yes."
"Then you must know that we've been working on ways to enhance a players experience in games, to feel, to taste, to see. The height of virtual graphics."
"I do sir."
"Now what you do not know, was that we succeeded in just that."
The young man's head shot up and his dark eyes widened "Really!?"
"Yes, but not without its drawbacks." The head man moved around the table, inching closer and closer to the terrified employee. "You see, there was a tiny mistake when manufacturing the device, a small radioactive chip had been misplaced and now has a dangerous effect on the player."
"And that would be?"
"Instead of putting the player into the game virtually, its actually puts the player in the game literally."
"Huh?"
"The person playing the game will be zapped into the game." One of the men replied, standing up as well.
"I-i-mpossible!" the young man stuttered and the head man chuckled darkly "No, unfortunately its all true. And now someone it going to be zapped into a video game, and unlike any video game, that person only has one life!" The head man voice raised to a yell and the young man flinched away. His face scrunched up in fear.
The head man glared, but then his shoulders sagged and he held the bridge of his nose with his fingers "Morgian. How much time do we have left?"
"Three hours is what the timer had before the chip begins the synchronization" The man wearing a white coat and large bottle cap glasses informed.
"Well then, Mister Jefferson. I'd get searching..."
The young man was out the door before his boss even finished.
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I had finished cleaning up my mess and was now sitting on the couch, when Blake stumbled through the door. I grinned as the sight of uncombed shaggy blond hair and tired ocean blue eyes. Awesome, I succeeded in making him hook up my new toy and in annoying the hell out of him.
"Alice." Blake hissed in our usual greeting. I smiled sweetly as he walked in and stood beside the couch, his hand outstretched "Give me the console."
I reached over and picked up the package and dropped it in his hands. He sighed as he set his favorite backpack on the ground and went to my plasma screen TV, otherwise known as the most expensive piece of shit in my apartment.
He reached around the back of the TV, turning it slightly so that his face wasn't pressed against the wall. He held out his hand expectedly "Hand me the composition cords."
I stare at him.
"The black string with rainbow heads."
"Ah why didn't you say that before?" I placed the cable in his hand and he set to work attaching them to the plugs in the back of my TV, sometimes its good to have a Tech-y as your best buddy.
He pulled away from the TV and hooked another black cable into the back of the console, then he turned around and plug that into a nearby outlet.
"Ok done, give me the controller." I handed him what he asked for and he worked his magic, pushing the button on the PS3, the TV brightened up my dimly lit living room. I grinned even more when Blake said "I brought the most bloody games I owned, pick what you want."
I nodded and reached into his backpack and pulled out different games. Each one looking more bloody then the last. How fun.
"Hmm lets see, bloody with bazooka, bloody ninjas, football, uh zombies, guy with awesome blades.... hey a guy with awesome bloody blades! I wanna play this!" I held out the game and he looked it over approvingly "Assassins Creed II, nice choice." He took the case and and knelt before the PS3, he took the disk out and pushed it into the console.
"Ok. Then now we let it download to the console and then you can kill as many people as you want, but first I'm getting a sandwich" Blake pushed his thin reading glasses back on his nose and disappeared into the kitchen. The sound of clanking jars soon following.
I watch anxiously for the game to load, why does it have to be so damn slow!
Finally the game finished doing whatever the hell it needed to do and the game menu pix-elated onto the screen, yay I can kill people now!
Blake walked in, chomping on a sandwich just as soon as I was free to move around in the game, a man around my age of twenty-one or so wearing a white hoody stood in a large white room, with silver threads shooting up and down.
" -owe woer" Blake motioned for me to scoot to the left, making room for him on the couch. I did, my green eyes focused solely on the screen parallel to me.
" I bet a hundred dollars that you're going to fail in life." Blake commented, and I shot him the finger without a second glance. I hear a small chuckle and I smirk.
I started playing, and before I knew it, an hour had passed and Blake had fallen asleep next to me, his face buried into a pillow and I sat in front of the couch,my head laid back against his chest.
No. We are not dating. And to you this may seem like something is going on between us but, no. He and I have been best friends since kindergarten. Its not the first time he crashed at my place, or the last time I crash at his.
Anyway, I had been playing for a long time and I felt my eyes grow dry from sitting in front of the television for more then an hour in a dark room, I'm going to be blind in the future. After I delivered a letter that monkey man ( I can never remember whats-his-face's name) that his father had given him. I finally took a fifteen minute break and made me a BTL sandwich and grabbed a bottle of beer from my fridge. I carried the plate into the room and munched on my snack as I watched the events unfold.
The fat guy with the weird hat gave monkey man a dirty look. I don't trust that man at all. The father shooed monkey man out and I narrowed my eyes, something wasn't right.
I watch as I continued to complete more mission, then something unexpected happened. I walk into the family home, my hands started to numb. I stare down at them and wiggle my fingers, trying to get rid of the strange feeling, but by the time I looked up, I saw a glass vase swing down "Oh FUCK! TRIANGLE!!" I smashed the buttons quickly, but I was too late. The vase shattered against monkey man's head and he groaned in pain...
Oops.
Well shit.
Monkey man's sister appeared and collapsed in monkey man's arms, crying in hysterics about how the father and the little brothers had been arrested for treason.
It took another thirty minutes to finally reach the father in the high tower above the city, the father told monkey man about some kind of secret room in his office. I drove monkey man quickly to the office and thats when I finally got the cape.
And then the father died for treason.
"WHAT THE FUCK! I KNEW THE FAT BASTARD WAS UP TO NO GOOD! FUCKING HELL!" I cussed even more at the screen.
Blake mumbled something incoherent and flomped over so that his nose was pressed into the back of the couch, I was slightly amazed that he slept through my freak out.
I cursed angrily, as my eyes slide over to the digital clock on the wall, 4:58, I've been playing for almost three hours, I sighed and stood up, and shuffled over to the console.
The numbness in my hand hadn't gone away at all, in truth it had spread up across my arm.
But that didn't stop the sudden bolt of pain when the tips of my fingers pressed the power button "OW!" I screeched as I whipped my hand back. I stared, shocked as the tips over my fingers began to glow a weird silvery color and spreading up too my body, then slowly, they started to become transparent. My skin turned milky white and the numbing feeling increased and increased until it actually hurt, the feeling of small needles pierced my skin and I moaned in pain.
It took a moment for me to realize that my hand was see through.
"Holy FUCK!" I screamed as the pain over-rided my body. I fell to my knees and wince. Trying to force the pain out of my mind I crawl over to Blake and shook his shoulder as hard as I could "BLAKE! BLAKE! BITCH WAKE UP! PLEASE!"
He muttered under his breath and open his eyes with a fiery glare, but that look quickly fleeted before a look of shock and confusion crossed his features. "A-alice?"
I bit my tongue as another wave of pain washed over me, making me scrunch up in agony, what the hell was happening to me!?
Blake reached out for me with a scared expression, his fingertips barely brushing my arm before his fingers went through my bone.
I screamed again as the pain double as I saw my feet crumble away into a silvery light.
The look of complete distress on Blake's face was the last thing I saw before I fell into the dark.
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End Chapter One.
Next Chapter: Meet Leonardo.