Just Some Ideas...

Just a few ideas that I may add into my story at one point. I haven’t uploaded in quite a while so I thought I’d post these. (They are in no particular order)

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I felt the cold from the floor seep through my clothes, and into my body, replacing what little hope I had left. I was locked up. Never too be found like everyone else in here. Eventually, I’d shrivel up and die, alone in a grey, dark cell.

“Gall I miss Claire,” I said out loud. I really truly did. The way her chestnut curls bounced as she walked. The way her blue eyes sparkled when we talked. Playing the piano, just the two of us. And her smell…

I heard a noise and quickly pulled myself out of my thoughts. I walked over to the cage door and pressed my face against its cold bars.

Nothing.

With the dim lights the only thing I could see was the girl caged opposite of me. She was staring at me with these hungry looking eyes. Eyes that were…red? She licked her dry, cracked lips and shakily stood up. She sort of limped over to her cage bars and began to squeeze out, keeping eye contact with me all the while.

An arm was out.

I backed up into the right corner of my cell, pressing myself to the wall, wishing I still had my powers. The girl was so skinny that getting through didn’t seem a big problem. Her pure white skin practically glowed in the dark. With her boney, dead looking face, and her long greasy black hair that clung to her face, she was the very image of death.

Half of her was out.

“Shit!” I thought. I looked around, hoping that maybe, just maybe, there might be a way out. But no, nothing…

Just one leg left.

Someone in the cell next to mine was shouting, yelling, “Come back! Come back! Please, take me with you!” I thought that odd, but ignored it. The girl was almost out. I didn’t know what was going to happen, just that I was screwed if she got to me. Then next thing I knew there was a hand on my shoulder and another covering my mouth, muffling my shout of surprise, but…I saw nothing. That smell though…so very…familiar…

Claire!

She removed her small petit hands from my mouth and shoulder and whispered, “Came to break you out jailbird,” in my ear, hugging me tightly.

“It’s times like these that really make me love having you as a friend,” I said hugging back. “Now, let’s get out of this hell hole!” she put her hand on my shoulder and we began walking backwards towards the wall.

But we were too slow. The red eyed girl was out of her cell and in mine. She lifted up one boney hand and pointed her finger right at Claire and me. We both went rigged, knowing we should move but feeling like deer in headlights. With a flick of her wrist warm blood spurted out of both of us, Claire’s splattering on my back, then going right through me. We collapsed.

My vision began to narrow and blur, but I could’ve sworn I say the pale girl gain color to her face. She smiled wickedly and went over to the next cage. The poor guy’s screams rang throughout the building.

“So this…is what the camp director…meant by some kids… being too…dangerous,” I whispered between breaths. I had lot too much blood. I was going to die. We both were.

“Hold on,” Claire said weakly. “I think I can get us out…”

She wiggled out from under me and got up on her hands and knees. She grabbed a hold of my shirt and dragged us through the wall, out to the forest. When we were all the way out she let go and laid down, breathing raggedly. The grass and dirt stuck to the blood that covered us, and thankfully we didn’t have to worry about wounds getting infected because whatever the hell that chick had done to us, it left no mark.

“Where’s Blake…When you need him…” We laughed breathlessly and then passed out.


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A letter? I grabbed my pocket knife from my bag, sat on my bunk, made sure my towel was tightly wrapped around my waist, and sliced the letter open. It said the following:

Dear Mr. Elliot,

We are sorry to inform you that the your mother has/have died in a flight on one of our planes. All belongings were brought back to residence. We are sorry for the inconvenience.

Our regards,
Faircrest Airlines

Time froze and I began to feel light headed. My mother was…dead? What? How was this possible? Why would it happen while I was away? Why now? Why at all? NO! It couldn’t be true…

When I was just about to break out in tears someone knocked on the cabin door. I knock usually meant a girl since guys usually just barge right on in. I tried as best I could to swallow the lump in my throat and, with a cracked voice, said, “Come in.”

It was a puffy-eyed, blotchy faced Claire clutching a crumpled up piece of paper. I got up off my bead and, tightly holding onto my towel, walked over and put a hand on her shoulder. “You okay Claire?”

“She took a deep breath and said, “Judy, the lady who ran my orphanage, died. She was in some sort of plane crash,” She looked up at me, “Michael, she was like a mom to me. My other mother…” She walked over to Blake’s cot and sat down. I sat down next to her.

Silence.

“Oh Michael!” She said finally. Her face fell onto my shoulder and she began sobbing uncontrollably. Shy, quiet, strong Claire was crying on my shoulder. Wrapped my arms around her and just let her get it all out. I felt a little bit self-conscious because I was only in a towel so of course my face was bright red.

She removed her face from me a while later, looking worse than she had when she first walked in.

“Was she on a Faircrest Airlines plane?” I asked, trying not to cry with her.


She just nodded, looking empty and broken.

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, my mom died on a Faircrest Airlines plane too. Here, look,” I handed her the letter.

“It won’t make me feel better. Vanessa’s parent’s died too on the same plane…” she took the letter from me.

“What?” I said, bewildered.

“Ya, her, Katharine, Stephenie, and a few others…” She blinked a few times and looked up from the letter, at me. A slight smile tugged at the corners of her lips. She grabbed my arm and bolted out the door, dragging me stumbling behind her.

“Where are we going?” I shouted to her as we passed the other cabins.

“To the mess hall! The other’s have to know about this. I thought it was a crazy coincidence at first but now I realize that it can’t be. There’s no chance in hell that everyone’s parents could’ve died on the same plane. How did I not realize this before! It’s so freakin’ obvious!”

“I dunno,” I was running out of breath and my feet were hurting like crazy. Little pebbles were getting stuck in my feet.

“I’m just so glad right now Mike! They might all still be alive! This could just be some sick joke, designed to distract us or something. Gall, for some silly reason I could just kiss you right now!” She laughed as she jumped over a tree root sticking out of the ground.


“Hehe…yeah. Um, Claire?” My towel that I had be desperately clutching onto had fallen off and now I felt a breeze where I’d rather not.

“Yes?”

“Don’t look back, but could you turn my lower half invisible? My towel sort of, er, fell off,” My ear were turning bright red with embarrassment.

“Oh! Um, ya sure,” She moved her wrist a fraction and everything below my naval turned invisible.

“Thanks…”

“Sure. Let’s just think of it as a repayment for letting my cry on your shoulder. Sorry you had to see that by the way,” She and I ducked underneath a tree branch.

“No problem. That’s what friends are for, right?”

“Oh yes Michael. Friends are there to have their shoulder’s cried on.” She snorted.

I sighed. “You know what I mean.”

“I do.”
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