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String - Turbulence 3.4

Rain pelted my bedroom window with occasional flashes of lightning. I always liked the sound of rain. It relaxed me and helped me focus, especially on days like this.

Lucy had sent me a list of things to cover for our assignment that was due on Friday and I was steadily working my way through it but every now and then, my mind would drift to Sam and contemplate what I needed to do to ensure our upcoming operation would run smoothly.

I leaned back in my chair and kicked my feet up ...

String - Turbulence 3.3

“I’m getting the impression you’re upset with me.”

Alice hadn’t said a word since we had started driving and with me behind the wheel, it was beginning to make me anxious. So far, Sam struck me as a talkative person so hearing her sit in complete silence was unnerving to some degree.

“What gives you that idea?”

Even her reply was sharp.

“The silent treatment, for one,” I said. “This isn’t the first time a girl has been upset with me so I’ve lear...

String - Turbulence 3.2

It took a lot of blood, sweat, and tears, but I was finally allowed to drive my own damn car.

Alice had insisted that she was the best driver out of the two of us and while I was inclined to agree, I wasn’t about to let her play with the new toy I had created before me. As far as I was concerned, the maker had first dibs. If she wanted to drive a mechatech car so badly, she could make her own.

Thankfully, it lived up to everything I had hoped it’d be. The interior was...

String - Turbulence 3.1

After the week I had, having an entire weekend to relax was pure bliss.

Sam and I decided to low over seeing as we had kicked the hornet's nest. I woke up at her place early and freshened up a bit before heading home and focusing on the equipment I wanted to enhance. My armor, pistol, Sam’s costume, and the car were my top priority with tools for my eventual workshop coming later.

Saturday and Sunday drifted harmlessly by and gave me the time to mess with my gear. Seein...

String - Interlude 2.A

Tick. Tick. Tick.

The silence made the incessant ticking a stream of unending annoyance.

He could hardly hear himself think. Looking up from the floor, he glared at the clock across the room. Time continued to tick on, even as he was forced to sit there and bear with it. Despite the air-conditioned room, he felt uncomfortably warm.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

The boy grunted, his leg beginning to bounce. How long could this meeting possibly go on for? It should...

String - Framework 2.6

I collapsed back into one of Sam’s sofa chairs before running a hand through my hair.

Two in the morning.

The clock on her kitchen oven was unfortunately correct and it had taken some time to patch Sam up once we had gotten back to her place. The wound in her shoulder was ugly and needed extensive cleaning as well as stitches, all of which I hadn’t the first clue how to do. Luckily, Gold was able to run me through the steps while I operated on her. Overall, I think I ...

String - Framework 2.5

To say our scouting night had gone pear-shaped would be a colossal understatement.

When Sam had asked if I wanted to join her tonight for some scouting, I had assumed we’d be doing just that; scouting. It was the moment we heard screeching tires echo from outside the store that I realized we had been overzealous in our decision to break in.

Now the jig was up and we needed to get the hell out.

Gold was quick to make the first move and head toward the door while I ...

String - Framework 2.4

I wonder what it would have been like to be in their shoes.

Just like Alice had said, there were two watching TV, while another three were playing a game of poker. The fourth player had briefly paused the game to head to the kitchen when the door to the room flew off its hinges and collided with him hard enough to break several bones.

Startled, they all reached for their guns only for a blur to zip into the room and steal every firearm from them before they could so much as lay a ...

String - Framework 2.3

I stood in the alleyway between Dax’s Pizza Parlor and a dry cleaner shop, dressed for the occasion.

I had thrown on my usual padded jacket over my gear to keep out the cold. My armored suit was surprisingly comfortable but I had completely neglected to add pockets or any way to carry anything with me, so that was another reason to wear the jacket over top. My helmet was also just as comfy, its sphere of protection covering everything till just below my chin. Initially, I had...

String - Framework 2.2

“You just had to go and get your car stolen, didn’t you?”

“Stop complaining. We used to take the bus to school all the time, it’s not that bad.”

Lucy had been stingy and taken the window seat before I could. Sitting next to the aisle wasn’t exactly ideal but I couldn’t find it within me to care this morning. I had woken up to a dull headache and stiff limbs.

On my way out I decided to check the messages I had received last night and it turned out the...

String - Framework 2.1

Getting home had been an ordeal.

First, I had to come to terms with leaving my car behind. There was a giant gash in the side along with a dozen dents. Besides, the police were going to be looking for it. So the first thing I did after I finished my conversation with Sam was to report my car had been stolen. I needed to keep up appearances after all.

The next problem was actually getting home.

Groves Den was the closest thing Bayside had to a slum, so walking home w...

String - Foundation 1.7

My whole body ached as we climbed the stairs to her apartment.

The entire complex was a health hazard as far as I was concerned. Trash littered the stairwell, spiderwebs dominated every corner, and cockroaches skittered around on every surface. This building hadn’t been maintained properly for years but it was par for the course in a place like Groves Den. It was a side of the city the council just neglected.

“In here,” Sam unlocked a door at the end of the fourth floor.

String - Foundation 1.6

When we finally burst out the door to the roof, my legs started to burn in protest.

Sam was moving around in my peripherals while I was busy trying to catch my breath. I heard the loud squealing of tearing metal and looked over to see she had ripped several air conditioning units right out of the ground and stacked them up against the door. The immense strength gave me pause. First the Mentalist bullshit, then super speed, and now this? What other powers was she hiding up her sleeve? 2023-02-03 08:37:01 +0000 UTC View Post

String - Foundation 1.5

I parked my car in the Downtown Mall’s parking lot before heading off to join the stream of people trying to get inside.

I had convinced myself I needed weapons if I was going to protect myself against the Cains and maybe get back what they had taken from me but now that I was actually here, I could feel my stomach churning. The mall was massive, easily a couple of blocks wide and a dozen stories high.

As I approached the entrance, I found myself observing the various m...

String - Foundation 1.3 & 1.4

It was unfortunate, but expected, to discover the wound on my face hadn’t gotten better overnight. The swelling made my eye difficult to open and seemed to come bundled with a throbbing headache. Not the best way to start the day.

“It’s not looking so good is it?”

Mom cringed, handing me some eggs and bacon as I flipped the knobs on the stovetop. “You aren’t winning any beauty contests, I’m afraid.”

“That’s fine with me. You had your chance with Alex.”<...

String - Foundation 1.2

I flinched and pulled away. “Ow.”

My late-night emergency doctor sat back and sighed, one hand holding bloodied tissues and the other rubbing alcohol. Apparently, the guy had hit me harder than I had realized. I had been about halfway home when I noticed my face felt wet and something had been dripping into my eye.

I knew head wounds bleed more than others – I just never understood how much of a difference it was until I saw how small the cut was.

“Sit still.”

String - Foundation 1.1

Under the light of two full moons, anticipation ate away at me like a parasite.

I found myself flicking the safety of my enhanced taser on and off, while my foot bounced in front of the brake and accelerator. My nerves were starting to get the better of me as I stared at the house across the street. It had Victorian-era architecture while the foundation and exterior sported some modern touches to keep it from looking too weathered. The blinds on the curtains were shut and the lights in ...