Post by Tunder28 on Jan 17, 2005 8:09:23 GMT -5
title:GOOD vs EVIL 6
Summary:Brennan has a flash of the past.
warning:none.
author: tunder28
disclaimer: Dont own them
rating: teens
Brennan’s nerves jumped about, like a child trying to play a piano. His hands repeatedly kept brushing against his trousers, wiping away the sweat.
He couldn’t bar to look into Adam’s eyes, and see the…the pity. He didn’t want their pity, all he wanted was to be trusted, and gain that in return.
But some thing lingered, hidden in the dark in his mind. It was her face.
Why would he hide her face, the only kind face that he had looked apon for the few years he was at Genomex. Why would he block her out.
A slight presence in his mind told him he was not alone. Anger soon flared and he jumped up out his seat, storming to his room, before any one else could invaid his mind.
He slammed his door as hard as he could, the walls rumbled a bit, no dout getting every ones attention. He went to the bathroom and caked his face with water.
He watched as it slowed to dribble down his face, and drip off his chin.
Images flashed as he sore the water fall, taking him back to a distant memory.
Just like the water that dripped, blood dripped from his mouth. He was 8, and fighting off some men, at Genomex. They all ran at him, carrying weapons of all kinds.
A voice repeating over and over in the back ground ‘stand and fight’. So he did, he made a habit of dodging the weapons but sadly not the fists of feet.
He would repeatedly be knocked down, but getting up.
His arm felt twisted in the socket, and as he tried to ease, the pain, the attack would continue.
He grabbed the metal pole, finally having enough, and shot electricity down it. The man seemed to go into a fit for a second before dropping with a deep thud.
His friends advanced onto him, not giving him time to rest. So again he was beaten down.
He lay on the floor, clutching his ribs, small tears in his eyes….she was there. She was rocking him, saying he would be ok.
He remembered her face, the slight scratch down the side from earlier fights. Then the face come up behind her and yank her away from him. Letting his body crash back to the floor, making him release a soft cry.
His mind jolted as realisation hit him, if he didn’t fight now, he would lose her, and they were taking her away.
He rolled over, gritting his teeth against the pain and rose. The men, smiling at his stubbornness. He started to gather his electricity, and that’s when he sore it.
The figures shadow flowed over him, until finally, he was standing in front of him. His body stiffened as if expecting a fist to strike him. But no, nothing happened.
He remembered looking back in her direction, and seeing her limp form being carried out the door, Every thing jumped to a new level in him, making him move to help her.
In slow motion he felt him self move forwards, unaware as to the man who had lifted both his hands together in the air. Hands tight together he struck him on the neck, knocking him to the floor, and the energy dieing.
When Brennan blinked again, he sore him self, back in the mirror of the bath room. He looked down to see his hands had gripped the sink, and were holding so tight, his fingers were almost white.
He released the sink and immediately electricity began to run along his hand. He shiver, realising in him self that he was scared.
Scared of remembering all the things that happened to him and others at genomex.
He finished his wash and went to lie down, praying, no more memories would come with his sleep.
Before he could get the chance, some one knocked. He closed his eyes in annoyance trying to ignore the other knocks that followed.
“ Brennan?”
His eyes opened at her voice.
“ Brennan…are you in?”
Now an urge to open the door was threatening to overtake his need for her not to see him.
Sighing he got to the door and opened it, sticking his head round.
“ Hey Shal”.
She was smiling slightly at him being in. Her eyes drifted to the lower part of his face
“ Brennan…what happened”.
He looked at her confused, so she pointed, tapping his chin, “ Has some one punched you?”.
Fear rose again. He darted to the bathroom and sore the fear increase ten folds. His mouth was bleeding, blood coming down the corner of his mouth.
Shalimar walked into the bathroom after him, “ Brennan, what’s going on?”
He looked back at her and then to the mirror.
She lent over his back, as he bent over, “ Wash your face, Brennan, have you been scrapping with your self in here. If you wanted to let your anger out, do it in the simulation room, not on your self”.
He smiled, “ I must have fell of the bed and banged my head.
She snorted, “ How many times did you fall”.
He just shook his head, “ What’s up”. She laughed after giving his back side a quick tap to make him hurry up. “Adam said he wants to talk to you”.
She smacked him in the rib and lucky for him she ran out the room. Thanking god she didn’t hear his hiss of pain.
He straightened up and walked towards the door, hoping Adam wouldn’t comment on the cut on his lip and the slight limp in his walk.
want it continued.
Tunder28
Summary:Brennan has a flash of the past.
warning:none.
author: tunder28
disclaimer: Dont own them
rating: teens
Brennan’s nerves jumped about, like a child trying to play a piano. His hands repeatedly kept brushing against his trousers, wiping away the sweat.
He couldn’t bar to look into Adam’s eyes, and see the…the pity. He didn’t want their pity, all he wanted was to be trusted, and gain that in return.
But some thing lingered, hidden in the dark in his mind. It was her face.
Why would he hide her face, the only kind face that he had looked apon for the few years he was at Genomex. Why would he block her out.
A slight presence in his mind told him he was not alone. Anger soon flared and he jumped up out his seat, storming to his room, before any one else could invaid his mind.
He slammed his door as hard as he could, the walls rumbled a bit, no dout getting every ones attention. He went to the bathroom and caked his face with water.
He watched as it slowed to dribble down his face, and drip off his chin.
Images flashed as he sore the water fall, taking him back to a distant memory.
Just like the water that dripped, blood dripped from his mouth. He was 8, and fighting off some men, at Genomex. They all ran at him, carrying weapons of all kinds.
A voice repeating over and over in the back ground ‘stand and fight’. So he did, he made a habit of dodging the weapons but sadly not the fists of feet.
He would repeatedly be knocked down, but getting up.
His arm felt twisted in the socket, and as he tried to ease, the pain, the attack would continue.
He grabbed the metal pole, finally having enough, and shot electricity down it. The man seemed to go into a fit for a second before dropping with a deep thud.
His friends advanced onto him, not giving him time to rest. So again he was beaten down.
He lay on the floor, clutching his ribs, small tears in his eyes….she was there. She was rocking him, saying he would be ok.
He remembered her face, the slight scratch down the side from earlier fights. Then the face come up behind her and yank her away from him. Letting his body crash back to the floor, making him release a soft cry.
His mind jolted as realisation hit him, if he didn’t fight now, he would lose her, and they were taking her away.
He rolled over, gritting his teeth against the pain and rose. The men, smiling at his stubbornness. He started to gather his electricity, and that’s when he sore it.
The figures shadow flowed over him, until finally, he was standing in front of him. His body stiffened as if expecting a fist to strike him. But no, nothing happened.
He remembered looking back in her direction, and seeing her limp form being carried out the door, Every thing jumped to a new level in him, making him move to help her.
In slow motion he felt him self move forwards, unaware as to the man who had lifted both his hands together in the air. Hands tight together he struck him on the neck, knocking him to the floor, and the energy dieing.
When Brennan blinked again, he sore him self, back in the mirror of the bath room. He looked down to see his hands had gripped the sink, and were holding so tight, his fingers were almost white.
He released the sink and immediately electricity began to run along his hand. He shiver, realising in him self that he was scared.
Scared of remembering all the things that happened to him and others at genomex.
He finished his wash and went to lie down, praying, no more memories would come with his sleep.
Before he could get the chance, some one knocked. He closed his eyes in annoyance trying to ignore the other knocks that followed.
“ Brennan?”
His eyes opened at her voice.
“ Brennan…are you in?”
Now an urge to open the door was threatening to overtake his need for her not to see him.
Sighing he got to the door and opened it, sticking his head round.
“ Hey Shal”.
She was smiling slightly at him being in. Her eyes drifted to the lower part of his face
“ Brennan…what happened”.
He looked at her confused, so she pointed, tapping his chin, “ Has some one punched you?”.
Fear rose again. He darted to the bathroom and sore the fear increase ten folds. His mouth was bleeding, blood coming down the corner of his mouth.
Shalimar walked into the bathroom after him, “ Brennan, what’s going on?”
He looked back at her and then to the mirror.
She lent over his back, as he bent over, “ Wash your face, Brennan, have you been scrapping with your self in here. If you wanted to let your anger out, do it in the simulation room, not on your self”.
He smiled, “ I must have fell of the bed and banged my head.
She snorted, “ How many times did you fall”.
He just shook his head, “ What’s up”. She laughed after giving his back side a quick tap to make him hurry up. “Adam said he wants to talk to you”.
She smacked him in the rib and lucky for him she ran out the room. Thanking god she didn’t hear his hiss of pain.
He straightened up and walked towards the door, hoping Adam wouldn’t comment on the cut on his lip and the slight limp in his walk.
want it continued.
Tunder28
