Post by Hadley Chase on Jun 14, 2006 8:19:08 GMT -4
Gushing. The word itself made her stomach go all out on the gymnastics routine. She could practically hear the applause. Never before had a body part done so many flips in a row. A hand instantly went to her stomach. Hadley hoped what little breakfast she had had, half a bagel and a coffee, three shots, would stay down.
“I don’t like blood.”
SHe sounded slow, half-witted but her eyes remained transfixed on the crimson that stained his skin. Hadley had been the first to reach Ely. The rest of the family had dribbled from the house as the first shout was chased from her lips by the second scream. The helpless feeling ran through her veins. What did you do in a situation like this? When one child lay bleeding on the side of the rode and the other stood screaming just next to him. With one hand she had reached for Otter, the soothing words she intended for comfort never left her lips. And all the while her head thumped. It had been William who had released the phone from Hadley’s grip, William at age fifteen had mastered the hysteria with such an ease she had almost been fooled. Upon hanging up the phone he placed a hand on her shoulder and the pair had stood back as their mother and father had taken charge over the twins. The driver of the red car had stood on the path watching in disbelief. Hadley had the urge to sock him but she knew that it wasn’t his fault but her own.
That night William was left in charge until their aunt arrived the next morning with an update. Hadley had been unable to sleep, to find peace that she was so undeserving of. Instead she had sat outside the rooms of her siblings, moving from door to door, tucking them in and listening to the their breathing. In the end she had wound up curled beside Otter in his new ‘big boys bed.’ Hadley had curled against him, her eyes resting closed. She couldn’t keep them open for every time she glimpsed her brothers sleeping form, she thought of Ely and the blood that had run so fast from the cuts on his body that shouldn’t of been there. At three am se had fallen asleep to sounds of his screaming.
Hadley blinked, dazed. At the mention of her hair she reached a hand to her red mane and tugged on a curl just like the little ones used to when they were babies.
“Is that a….good thing?”
Hadley had never-minded her hair colour until fifth grade. Fifth grade was the dawning of the inner bitch within every female. It emerged from the nicest of souls and the prettiest of faces and through fights over the monkey bars, it consumed them. No matter how nice you were or how hard you tried there was always something to be used in means of teasing. For Hadley it had been her hair colour. It stood out as unusual and in the year where conforming was a necessity she was a warrior. All the other girls were blonde or brunette. They all had straight hair and straight noses with tanned skin and thin legs sticking out from shrinking skirts. Hadley was pale with cheeks that flushed in the wind and heat. She had red locks that cascaded down the plane of her back but she was skinny with a quick tongue and a sense of congratulatory humour. She fought well against the school social values and ideals.
Nowadays she didn’t let the comments bother her. She knew for every finger you pointed three pointed back at you. [Like seriously, try it! Point and then the other three fingers point in your direction. Rad.] For every fault you found with a person it reflected back to your insecurities. Hadley was bigger than that to care. And still she found herself asking the question. Perhaps she just wanted to know where Ni stood in this superficial world.
Ah. Shape-shifting. Hadley had always been proud of her power but she had always wondered if your power reflected your personality. Wynne’s power was invisibility and amongst the snobs and beauty queens she was so quiet, not plain, in fact she was rather pretty, just quiet. She also seemed to suffer from insecurities and her power gave her a way to just disappear. For Hadley it was shape-shifting, perhaps her own insecurities with her looks had triggered it. When she just didn’t want to be herself she could be anyone. Who knew what caused the powers?
“Just people but there’s a boy at the school, Connor who can shape-shift into objects. I suppose that would be pretty useful but I’d prefer to look like a person than a bin.”
Hadley had every intention of returning the question and asking his power but there was no need for it. One minute she was sitting on the step outside the Front Building with a short boy called Ni sitting beside her and the next minute she was sitting on the step outside the front building with nothing but the trees and their shadows. At first she was taken aback figuring that his power was to transport himself but then she heard his voice from the same spot beside her. Invisibility, like Wynne. But that would mean he had either not gained control over his power like her or that she was mistaken for his voice was projected through visible teeth that shone so white. It was then she noticed how they pointed.
“I…ah-wow. You’re-”
What exactly? He had completely vanished except his mouth, which became visible as he spoke. It was then it clicked and things fell into place.
“A shadow.”
Hadley smiled, her eyes slightly wide in disbelief. So his power wasn’t a lets-wreck-havoc-on-the-world-and-kick-major-ass it was still pretty nifty. Imagine all the things you could do as a shadow, imagine or the things you could listen in on or watch. In a way it was like shape-shifting except he shifted into shadows. Shadow-shifting. It was then she wondered; if her theory was correct would that mean that Ni had always felt he was in the shadow on someone else, living in the shadow of someone else’s dream.
But then again, didn’t everyone feel that way sometimes.
“I don’t like blood.”
SHe sounded slow, half-witted but her eyes remained transfixed on the crimson that stained his skin. Hadley had been the first to reach Ely. The rest of the family had dribbled from the house as the first shout was chased from her lips by the second scream. The helpless feeling ran through her veins. What did you do in a situation like this? When one child lay bleeding on the side of the rode and the other stood screaming just next to him. With one hand she had reached for Otter, the soothing words she intended for comfort never left her lips. And all the while her head thumped. It had been William who had released the phone from Hadley’s grip, William at age fifteen had mastered the hysteria with such an ease she had almost been fooled. Upon hanging up the phone he placed a hand on her shoulder and the pair had stood back as their mother and father had taken charge over the twins. The driver of the red car had stood on the path watching in disbelief. Hadley had the urge to sock him but she knew that it wasn’t his fault but her own.
That night William was left in charge until their aunt arrived the next morning with an update. Hadley had been unable to sleep, to find peace that she was so undeserving of. Instead she had sat outside the rooms of her siblings, moving from door to door, tucking them in and listening to the their breathing. In the end she had wound up curled beside Otter in his new ‘big boys bed.’ Hadley had curled against him, her eyes resting closed. She couldn’t keep them open for every time she glimpsed her brothers sleeping form, she thought of Ely and the blood that had run so fast from the cuts on his body that shouldn’t of been there. At three am se had fallen asleep to sounds of his screaming.
Hadley blinked, dazed. At the mention of her hair she reached a hand to her red mane and tugged on a curl just like the little ones used to when they were babies.
“Is that a….good thing?”
Hadley had never-minded her hair colour until fifth grade. Fifth grade was the dawning of the inner bitch within every female. It emerged from the nicest of souls and the prettiest of faces and through fights over the monkey bars, it consumed them. No matter how nice you were or how hard you tried there was always something to be used in means of teasing. For Hadley it had been her hair colour. It stood out as unusual and in the year where conforming was a necessity she was a warrior. All the other girls were blonde or brunette. They all had straight hair and straight noses with tanned skin and thin legs sticking out from shrinking skirts. Hadley was pale with cheeks that flushed in the wind and heat. She had red locks that cascaded down the plane of her back but she was skinny with a quick tongue and a sense of congratulatory humour. She fought well against the school social values and ideals.
Nowadays she didn’t let the comments bother her. She knew for every finger you pointed three pointed back at you. [Like seriously, try it! Point and then the other three fingers point in your direction. Rad.] For every fault you found with a person it reflected back to your insecurities. Hadley was bigger than that to care. And still she found herself asking the question. Perhaps she just wanted to know where Ni stood in this superficial world.
Ah. Shape-shifting. Hadley had always been proud of her power but she had always wondered if your power reflected your personality. Wynne’s power was invisibility and amongst the snobs and beauty queens she was so quiet, not plain, in fact she was rather pretty, just quiet. She also seemed to suffer from insecurities and her power gave her a way to just disappear. For Hadley it was shape-shifting, perhaps her own insecurities with her looks had triggered it. When she just didn’t want to be herself she could be anyone. Who knew what caused the powers?
“Just people but there’s a boy at the school, Connor who can shape-shift into objects. I suppose that would be pretty useful but I’d prefer to look like a person than a bin.”
Hadley had every intention of returning the question and asking his power but there was no need for it. One minute she was sitting on the step outside the Front Building with a short boy called Ni sitting beside her and the next minute she was sitting on the step outside the front building with nothing but the trees and their shadows. At first she was taken aback figuring that his power was to transport himself but then she heard his voice from the same spot beside her. Invisibility, like Wynne. But that would mean he had either not gained control over his power like her or that she was mistaken for his voice was projected through visible teeth that shone so white. It was then she noticed how they pointed.
“I…ah-wow. You’re-”
What exactly? He had completely vanished except his mouth, which became visible as he spoke. It was then it clicked and things fell into place.
“A shadow.”
Hadley smiled, her eyes slightly wide in disbelief. So his power wasn’t a lets-wreck-havoc-on-the-world-and-kick-major-ass it was still pretty nifty. Imagine all the things you could do as a shadow, imagine or the things you could listen in on or watch. In a way it was like shape-shifting except he shifted into shadows. Shadow-shifting. It was then she wondered; if her theory was correct would that mean that Ni had always felt he was in the shadow on someone else, living in the shadow of someone else’s dream.
But then again, didn’t everyone feel that way sometimes.