Post by Stephen Paulinski on Jan 22, 2014 17:23:23 GMT -5
“D-do I have to get on that thing?”
Stephen wrung his hands as he eyed the boat nervously. Stephen did not like water. One might think it was because he had fire powers, but that was not the case. Stephen’s fire abilities had just manifested little over two months ago, and Stephen had a dislike of water ever since he was a toddler.
“Is there another way to get to Ashford?” Stephen timidly asked the suited government agent who was escorting him. The agent rolled his eyes. “There’s a helicopter,” he said in a dry voice, “We can take that if you’re too afraid of the water.”
Stephen felt a cold pit form in his stomach. He did not care if he was deathly afraid of water, he was not about to let on that he was a coward.
Besides, Stephen thought to himself, How bad could it be? I mean, if something goes wrong, I’m sure they have precautions.
But what if the precautions fail? he wondered. I could end up falling into the ocean, slowly dying because of my inability to swim. Stephen imagined this scenario. The ship had gotten into some terrible accident, destroying most of it. There was nothing for Stephen to do except cling to a piece of the boat as it slowly sunk into the icy, dark blue waters. Stephen imagined himself being slowly enveloped by the sea, his vision slowly turning dark blue. He imagined himself unable to breath, slowly suffocating in the liquid that was vital for human survival.
Stephen shook his head. His mind was made up. “Why don’t we take the helicopter?” he asked, feigning as much courage as his quivering form could muster.
The flight to the island was relatively quiet, save for the loud whir of the helicopter rotor. Stephen sat in his assigned seat, looking aimlessly around the small flight cabin. He noticed another teenager accompanied by an agent who looked similar to the one who was escorting Stephen. The teenage boy looked to be about Stephen’s age, so Stephen thought he could try to start up some conversation.
“Hey!” Stephen shouted over the helicopter’s noises. The boy did not respond. After a few seconds of silence, Stephen tried again. “How are you doing?” The boy looked up at this. Go to hell,” was his short reply before turning his back on Stephen. Okaaaaaay…, Stephen thought.
Stephen was beginning to feel bored. The kid did not want to talk, a fact that Stephen was let known under no uncertain terms. He thought about getting a graphic novel out of one of his suitcases, but he did not know which one contained his books, and he did not feel like expending the energy to look. So, Stephen did what he always did whenever a situation like this arose; he retreated into his imagination.
Ashford materialized in Stephen’s mind’s eye, at least, it materialized in the way he imagined it would look like. Stephen had never seen Ashford before. In fact, he did not really know much about it. He just knew that his father, who worked for the government, suggested Stephen go there, and whatever was good for his father was good enough for him.
In his imagination, Stephen saw himself training. He saw himself become the best he could be. He saw himself leaving Ashford, becoming a superhero and saving everyone that he could. Stephen convinced himself that once he was out of Ashford, he would be able to help everyone he came across. He would never let anyone be hurt. He would not let any innocent person be hurt…
Ashford melted away, replaced by an old building engulfed in raging fire. Stephen was inside the building, saving its occupants as best he could with his newly developed powers. Everything was fine, until the time for that fateful moment came around.
There was a man who looked to be about twenty years old. He was a trapped occupant within the building, just like the many others Stephen had saved. This man was the last one to be rescued. Stephen was feeling cocky; this was going to be an easy rescue. The wall behind the man crumbled, the debris threatening to fall on him. Stephen smiled slightly. This had happened before with the first person he saved. Stephen knew what to do.
No! Stephen thought to himself, trying to shake the images of what happened next. It was too late. Images flashed before Stephen like a paused movie stuck in fast forward. The fire launching from Stephen’s arm; the right side of the man’s face burning with red fire; the man writhing in pain on the ground, trying to pat out the fire; Stephen rushing over, picking up the man and extinguishing the flames; the man in Stephen’s arms, unconscious; the man’s face, melted and blackened on the right side.
Stephen shook his head, unable to think about what happened anymore. He was back in reality, the images in his head replaced by the inside of the helicopter. Stephen let out an unintentional shiver and hugged his knees. It’s okay, he thought, That’s why I agreed to go to Ashford. Stephen’s shivering intensified. It’ll never happen again, he reassured himself. Stephen repeated that phrase in his mind continuously even after the helicopter touched down on the island.
Stephen did not notice the helicopter landing. He was staring at the opposite wall, hugging his knees. No matter how many times he tried to reassure himself that everything was going to be okay, he could not calm down. In reality, he was getting more and more agitated as time went on.
Stephen’s arms started to feel warm; he knew what was going to happen, and he was not looking forward to it. Stephen moved his arms out of the way of anything flammable as his hands started to flicker with orange fire. He felt clammy and began to hyperventilate. Calm down, man, Stephen told himself, Calm down!
“Hey, kid!” the agent's voice came from outside the helicopter. The sudden shouting of the agent made Stephen forget about his agitation and the flames on his hands subsided. The agent stepped inside the helicopter. “Are you deaf or something?” he asked Stephen, “I’ve been calling you for the past minute.” “Sorry,” Stephen mumbled, his head still swimming.
Stephen unbuckled himself quietly, wincing when his burnt hands touched the cold metal buckle. The boy he was traveling with let out a small snicker when he saw how Stephen was acting. The boy’s laugh made Stephen’s blood boil. Stephen stood up and stared right at the boy. “Yo, man,” Stephen began, “What the hell is your problem?” His forearms began to flicker with yellow fire as his anger rose. “I was just trying to be nice to you earlier, and you tell me to go to hell. Now you’re laughing at me?” Stephen’s forearms erupted with yellow fire as he yelled, “What is your problem?!”
The boy moved forward, obviously wanting to start a fight. The two agents stepped between the two boys, holding what appeared to be tranquilizers in their hands. “Alright,” the agent that was watching over Stephen began, “that’s enough. One more move from either of you and you’ll both be taking a very long nap.”
Stephen did not hear the agent; his ears were ringing with anger. Stephen had enough of this kid. First the kid tells him to go to hell, then he has the audacity to laugh at him after Stephen was having a panic attack? Stephen took another step forward towards the boy, then his world went black.
When Stephen awoke, he was lying in a bed His suitcases were stacked next to the bed. and a uniform with a piece of paper taped on the shirt was lying on top of them. Stephen got out of the bed and took the paper off of the uniform. It was a note. It read:
Kid:
Don’t get into anymore fights. I won’t be around to break them up at Ashford. If you get hurt, we’re going to get an earful from your father.
I attached the note to your uniform. The sleeves have been cut off, per your father’s request.
Again, do not get into trouble at Ashford. Your father will have my ass on a silver platter if you do.
-Agent Mathis
Stephen crumpled up the note. “Aw,” he said sarcastically, “Glad to know he cares so much.”
Stephen put on the uniform and looked at himself in the mirror. If he cared about his appearance, he would have thought he looked ridiculous. The sleeves of the blazer and oxford shirt were both cut off so he would not burn them off in case his powers flared accidentally. His coarse, white hair was ruffled from laying down.
Stephen still felt groggy from the tranquilizer. He sat down on the bed and looked through his suitcases. He tossed the contents in each case on the floor until he found what he was looking for. He withdrew a graphic novel from the case and began to flip through it.
Stephen could not concentrate on the book. Maybe some fresh air will help me clear my head, Stephen thought.
Exiting the boys’ dormitory, Stephen began to wander with the graphic novel tucked under his arm. He walked around, taking in all the scenery. Ashford was not like anything he imagined; it was much bigger and beautiful.
Stephen continued to wander until he entered what appeared to be an outside rest area. There were many trees and flowers, and there were benches scattered throughout. “Perfect,” Stephen mumbled, smiling. He plopped down on a nearby bench and began to read.
Stephen was reading in absolute silence for a few minutes when he heard footsteps on the cobblestone path nearby. He raised his head and noticed a pretty girl with blue eyes and brown hair tied back in a ponytail.
Stephen put the graphic novel aside. “Hi,” Stephen said with a bright smile, trying once again to be nice and make friends, “How are you doing today?”
Stephen wrung his hands as he eyed the boat nervously. Stephen did not like water. One might think it was because he had fire powers, but that was not the case. Stephen’s fire abilities had just manifested little over two months ago, and Stephen had a dislike of water ever since he was a toddler.
“Is there another way to get to Ashford?” Stephen timidly asked the suited government agent who was escorting him. The agent rolled his eyes. “There’s a helicopter,” he said in a dry voice, “We can take that if you’re too afraid of the water.”
Stephen felt a cold pit form in his stomach. He did not care if he was deathly afraid of water, he was not about to let on that he was a coward.
Besides, Stephen thought to himself, How bad could it be? I mean, if something goes wrong, I’m sure they have precautions.
But what if the precautions fail? he wondered. I could end up falling into the ocean, slowly dying because of my inability to swim. Stephen imagined this scenario. The ship had gotten into some terrible accident, destroying most of it. There was nothing for Stephen to do except cling to a piece of the boat as it slowly sunk into the icy, dark blue waters. Stephen imagined himself being slowly enveloped by the sea, his vision slowly turning dark blue. He imagined himself unable to breath, slowly suffocating in the liquid that was vital for human survival.
Stephen shook his head. His mind was made up. “Why don’t we take the helicopter?” he asked, feigning as much courage as his quivering form could muster.
The flight to the island was relatively quiet, save for the loud whir of the helicopter rotor. Stephen sat in his assigned seat, looking aimlessly around the small flight cabin. He noticed another teenager accompanied by an agent who looked similar to the one who was escorting Stephen. The teenage boy looked to be about Stephen’s age, so Stephen thought he could try to start up some conversation.
“Hey!” Stephen shouted over the helicopter’s noises. The boy did not respond. After a few seconds of silence, Stephen tried again. “How are you doing?” The boy looked up at this. Go to hell,” was his short reply before turning his back on Stephen. Okaaaaaay…, Stephen thought.
Stephen was beginning to feel bored. The kid did not want to talk, a fact that Stephen was let known under no uncertain terms. He thought about getting a graphic novel out of one of his suitcases, but he did not know which one contained his books, and he did not feel like expending the energy to look. So, Stephen did what he always did whenever a situation like this arose; he retreated into his imagination.
Ashford materialized in Stephen’s mind’s eye, at least, it materialized in the way he imagined it would look like. Stephen had never seen Ashford before. In fact, he did not really know much about it. He just knew that his father, who worked for the government, suggested Stephen go there, and whatever was good for his father was good enough for him.
In his imagination, Stephen saw himself training. He saw himself become the best he could be. He saw himself leaving Ashford, becoming a superhero and saving everyone that he could. Stephen convinced himself that once he was out of Ashford, he would be able to help everyone he came across. He would never let anyone be hurt. He would not let any innocent person be hurt…
Ashford melted away, replaced by an old building engulfed in raging fire. Stephen was inside the building, saving its occupants as best he could with his newly developed powers. Everything was fine, until the time for that fateful moment came around.
There was a man who looked to be about twenty years old. He was a trapped occupant within the building, just like the many others Stephen had saved. This man was the last one to be rescued. Stephen was feeling cocky; this was going to be an easy rescue. The wall behind the man crumbled, the debris threatening to fall on him. Stephen smiled slightly. This had happened before with the first person he saved. Stephen knew what to do.
No! Stephen thought to himself, trying to shake the images of what happened next. It was too late. Images flashed before Stephen like a paused movie stuck in fast forward. The fire launching from Stephen’s arm; the right side of the man’s face burning with red fire; the man writhing in pain on the ground, trying to pat out the fire; Stephen rushing over, picking up the man and extinguishing the flames; the man in Stephen’s arms, unconscious; the man’s face, melted and blackened on the right side.
Stephen shook his head, unable to think about what happened anymore. He was back in reality, the images in his head replaced by the inside of the helicopter. Stephen let out an unintentional shiver and hugged his knees. It’s okay, he thought, That’s why I agreed to go to Ashford. Stephen’s shivering intensified. It’ll never happen again, he reassured himself. Stephen repeated that phrase in his mind continuously even after the helicopter touched down on the island.
Stephen did not notice the helicopter landing. He was staring at the opposite wall, hugging his knees. No matter how many times he tried to reassure himself that everything was going to be okay, he could not calm down. In reality, he was getting more and more agitated as time went on.
Stephen’s arms started to feel warm; he knew what was going to happen, and he was not looking forward to it. Stephen moved his arms out of the way of anything flammable as his hands started to flicker with orange fire. He felt clammy and began to hyperventilate. Calm down, man, Stephen told himself, Calm down!
“Hey, kid!” the agent's voice came from outside the helicopter. The sudden shouting of the agent made Stephen forget about his agitation and the flames on his hands subsided. The agent stepped inside the helicopter. “Are you deaf or something?” he asked Stephen, “I’ve been calling you for the past minute.” “Sorry,” Stephen mumbled, his head still swimming.
Stephen unbuckled himself quietly, wincing when his burnt hands touched the cold metal buckle. The boy he was traveling with let out a small snicker when he saw how Stephen was acting. The boy’s laugh made Stephen’s blood boil. Stephen stood up and stared right at the boy. “Yo, man,” Stephen began, “What the hell is your problem?” His forearms began to flicker with yellow fire as his anger rose. “I was just trying to be nice to you earlier, and you tell me to go to hell. Now you’re laughing at me?” Stephen’s forearms erupted with yellow fire as he yelled, “What is your problem?!”
The boy moved forward, obviously wanting to start a fight. The two agents stepped between the two boys, holding what appeared to be tranquilizers in their hands. “Alright,” the agent that was watching over Stephen began, “that’s enough. One more move from either of you and you’ll both be taking a very long nap.”
Stephen did not hear the agent; his ears were ringing with anger. Stephen had enough of this kid. First the kid tells him to go to hell, then he has the audacity to laugh at him after Stephen was having a panic attack? Stephen took another step forward towards the boy, then his world went black.
When Stephen awoke, he was lying in a bed His suitcases were stacked next to the bed. and a uniform with a piece of paper taped on the shirt was lying on top of them. Stephen got out of the bed and took the paper off of the uniform. It was a note. It read:
Kid:
Don’t get into anymore fights. I won’t be around to break them up at Ashford. If you get hurt, we’re going to get an earful from your father.
I attached the note to your uniform. The sleeves have been cut off, per your father’s request.
Again, do not get into trouble at Ashford. Your father will have my ass on a silver platter if you do.
-Agent Mathis
Stephen crumpled up the note. “Aw,” he said sarcastically, “Glad to know he cares so much.”
Stephen put on the uniform and looked at himself in the mirror. If he cared about his appearance, he would have thought he looked ridiculous. The sleeves of the blazer and oxford shirt were both cut off so he would not burn them off in case his powers flared accidentally. His coarse, white hair was ruffled from laying down.
Stephen still felt groggy from the tranquilizer. He sat down on the bed and looked through his suitcases. He tossed the contents in each case on the floor until he found what he was looking for. He withdrew a graphic novel from the case and began to flip through it.
Stephen could not concentrate on the book. Maybe some fresh air will help me clear my head, Stephen thought.
Exiting the boys’ dormitory, Stephen began to wander with the graphic novel tucked under his arm. He walked around, taking in all the scenery. Ashford was not like anything he imagined; it was much bigger and beautiful.
Stephen continued to wander until he entered what appeared to be an outside rest area. There were many trees and flowers, and there were benches scattered throughout. “Perfect,” Stephen mumbled, smiling. He plopped down on a nearby bench and began to read.
Stephen was reading in absolute silence for a few minutes when he heard footsteps on the cobblestone path nearby. He raised his head and noticed a pretty girl with blue eyes and brown hair tied back in a ponytail.
Stephen put the graphic novel aside. “Hi,” Stephen said with a bright smile, trying once again to be nice and make friends, “How are you doing today?”