Post by Macy Deltine on Nov 6, 2007 19:50:43 GMT
Macy ran down the corridor, looking in every room for Steve. She had asked three people if they knew where he was, but they all didn't. Finally someone told her that he was in his room, painting. She found his room, number 11, and knocked on the door. A black haired boy answered it, and seeing that it was Macy, his hair changed green.
"Macy, what is it?" Steve asked her, walking out into the corridor and closing the door behind him.
"Steve, I don't know how to say this, but," She lowered her voice into a whisper, "I think there might be a microchip in my head. Like, my dreams last night where haunted by this voice, and it sounded like a radio playing, and when I woke up, it was still playing, and I heard from Kira that the person from the enemy armies, when they interrogated her, something in her head killed her when she had said too much information, and I thought, what if, when I was taken, they put something in my head, too? What if I've been giving the enemies information? What if I'm a traitor?"
"No, Macy, you're not a traitor." His hair was beginning to fade. "Why are you telling me this?"
"I'm telling you this, because you're the only person who'll believe me, I trust you. So, please, can you do me a favour?"
He nodded, but giving her a strange look. "What is it?"
"I want you to electrocute me. Look, I've marked out the points in my head, so that it'll be safe to do it, but it'll turn off the chip. Please, please do this." She said, lifting up her hair, showing two big x's behind her ear. "I want a strong shock, but not too strong."
"No, Macy, I'm not doing it." His hair turned a bluey-black colour now.
"Please, Steve." she said, her eyes filling up with tears, "I need you to do it."
"No, I'm not doing it, stop asking me."
Frustration came over Macy, and without realising it, she slapped him, It wasn't too hard, but hard enough to get the point. "Steve, do it!" She shouted, and he still refused. She was still getting really angry at him, and had to do her only choice left. She grabbed him, and kissed him on the lips. It wasn't a very romantic kiss, but when she let go, his hair was a very strange white, and he had gone pale.
"Do it." She said in a low whisper. He lifted his hands, and placed them on her head, his forefingers on the x's. A strong shock went though her body, and without thinking, she collapsed in a heap.
"Macy? Macy?" Steve bent down, asking her, trying to look in her closed eyes. Tears began to ran down his face, his hair a mix of black, blue and white. "Macy?"
Steve stood over Macy's body, shaking her shoulders. "Macy?" He kept saying. He looked around him, and heard someone coming. Panicking, he opened his bedroom door, and dragged her body into the dorm. It wouldn't look that good, finding a boy with the nickname 'Bonkers from Yonkers', standing over the passed-out head of the Academics in the middle of the corridor.
He lifted her on his bed, and then realised. Macy, who had just slapped him, then kissed him, was lying unconscious on his bed. What on earth was he meant to do now?
He sat down at his desk, and looked down at the painting he had been doing. It was off his mother, in the same pose as all of his other pictures of her, that were littered around his bed. Beside his bed was a photograph in a frame, of his mother, looking into the camera. She wasn't smiling, she was just staring. But he loved that picture.
Steve looked over at Macy, who hadn't moved. What had he done? What if he had electrocuted her in the wrong place, or too hard? She was still breathing, which was good. He leaned on his chair, wondering what he could do. He couldn't leave her. He gazed out the window, and then over the dorm. Caleb's stuff sat in the corner bed. It was so untidy, which really agitated Steve. He looked away, and back over to his desk. He picked up with sketch book, and a pencil, and turned round to Macy. She still hadn't moved.
He got up, went over, and sat on the edge of his bed, looking at Macy. She was frowning, and her eye lids where blotted, from her mascara, when she was crying. Without thinking, Steve found himself starting to sketch her face.
About an hour later, Macy began to wake up. Her head ached from where Steve had electrocuted her. But the talking had stopped. She was sure that he had done it. She slowly opened her eyes, and a strong smell filled her head. It was a strange smell. She realised that she was in an alien environment, and it smelt of...guy.
"Where am I?" She asked, her voice weak. "Steve?" She tried to get up, but her body was sore. She hoisted herself up, and realised that she was in a boy's dorm. She saw Steve sitting at his desk. "Steve?" She said louder. He jumped slightly and turned around.
"Macy! You're awake!" He ran over to her, and sat down on his bed.
"What are you drawing?" She asked, seeing the sketch book and pencil at his desk, and she could slightly see a picture of a girl. Steve went pale, not as pale as before, and a loud bang went off. The sketch book was now hundreds of shreds of paper, falling to the ground.
"I'm not drawing anything. How do you feel?"
"I'm okay, I think it worked. I don't hear anything that I could hear before. Thank you." She got up, and kissed him on his cheek. His hair went a bit white again, and Macy couldn't help but laugh to herself. He tried to say something, but no words could come out. This was the first time that she had seen him speechless.
She stood up, and looked at the pictures of the same woman around his bed. She smiled at him, and walked out of the dorm, saying nothing.
"Macy, what is it?" Steve asked her, walking out into the corridor and closing the door behind him.
"Steve, I don't know how to say this, but," She lowered her voice into a whisper, "I think there might be a microchip in my head. Like, my dreams last night where haunted by this voice, and it sounded like a radio playing, and when I woke up, it was still playing, and I heard from Kira that the person from the enemy armies, when they interrogated her, something in her head killed her when she had said too much information, and I thought, what if, when I was taken, they put something in my head, too? What if I've been giving the enemies information? What if I'm a traitor?"
"No, Macy, you're not a traitor." His hair was beginning to fade. "Why are you telling me this?"
"I'm telling you this, because you're the only person who'll believe me, I trust you. So, please, can you do me a favour?"
He nodded, but giving her a strange look. "What is it?"
"I want you to electrocute me. Look, I've marked out the points in my head, so that it'll be safe to do it, but it'll turn off the chip. Please, please do this." She said, lifting up her hair, showing two big x's behind her ear. "I want a strong shock, but not too strong."
"No, Macy, I'm not doing it." His hair turned a bluey-black colour now.
"Please, Steve." she said, her eyes filling up with tears, "I need you to do it."
"No, I'm not doing it, stop asking me."
Frustration came over Macy, and without realising it, she slapped him, It wasn't too hard, but hard enough to get the point. "Steve, do it!" She shouted, and he still refused. She was still getting really angry at him, and had to do her only choice left. She grabbed him, and kissed him on the lips. It wasn't a very romantic kiss, but when she let go, his hair was a very strange white, and he had gone pale.
"Do it." She said in a low whisper. He lifted his hands, and placed them on her head, his forefingers on the x's. A strong shock went though her body, and without thinking, she collapsed in a heap.
"Macy? Macy?" Steve bent down, asking her, trying to look in her closed eyes. Tears began to ran down his face, his hair a mix of black, blue and white. "Macy?"
Steve stood over Macy's body, shaking her shoulders. "Macy?" He kept saying. He looked around him, and heard someone coming. Panicking, he opened his bedroom door, and dragged her body into the dorm. It wouldn't look that good, finding a boy with the nickname 'Bonkers from Yonkers', standing over the passed-out head of the Academics in the middle of the corridor.
He lifted her on his bed, and then realised. Macy, who had just slapped him, then kissed him, was lying unconscious on his bed. What on earth was he meant to do now?
He sat down at his desk, and looked down at the painting he had been doing. It was off his mother, in the same pose as all of his other pictures of her, that were littered around his bed. Beside his bed was a photograph in a frame, of his mother, looking into the camera. She wasn't smiling, she was just staring. But he loved that picture.
Steve looked over at Macy, who hadn't moved. What had he done? What if he had electrocuted her in the wrong place, or too hard? She was still breathing, which was good. He leaned on his chair, wondering what he could do. He couldn't leave her. He gazed out the window, and then over the dorm. Caleb's stuff sat in the corner bed. It was so untidy, which really agitated Steve. He looked away, and back over to his desk. He picked up with sketch book, and a pencil, and turned round to Macy. She still hadn't moved.
He got up, went over, and sat on the edge of his bed, looking at Macy. She was frowning, and her eye lids where blotted, from her mascara, when she was crying. Without thinking, Steve found himself starting to sketch her face.
About an hour later, Macy began to wake up. Her head ached from where Steve had electrocuted her. But the talking had stopped. She was sure that he had done it. She slowly opened her eyes, and a strong smell filled her head. It was a strange smell. She realised that she was in an alien environment, and it smelt of...guy.
"Where am I?" She asked, her voice weak. "Steve?" She tried to get up, but her body was sore. She hoisted herself up, and realised that she was in a boy's dorm. She saw Steve sitting at his desk. "Steve?" She said louder. He jumped slightly and turned around.
"Macy! You're awake!" He ran over to her, and sat down on his bed.
"What are you drawing?" She asked, seeing the sketch book and pencil at his desk, and she could slightly see a picture of a girl. Steve went pale, not as pale as before, and a loud bang went off. The sketch book was now hundreds of shreds of paper, falling to the ground.
"I'm not drawing anything. How do you feel?"
"I'm okay, I think it worked. I don't hear anything that I could hear before. Thank you." She got up, and kissed him on his cheek. His hair went a bit white again, and Macy couldn't help but laugh to herself. He tried to say something, but no words could come out. This was the first time that she had seen him speechless.
She stood up, and looked at the pictures of the same woman around his bed. She smiled at him, and walked out of the dorm, saying nothing.
