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shoulder
and looks at me with great concern in his eyes.
“You, okay?” Chris asks me as I rub the right
side of my jaw.
“I’ll be okay, jaw still hurts.” I remark as
I gingerly take a bite to eat. I wince while taking the bite, but
the taste of the solid food is so good. I’m glad that I am no
longer on a liquid diet.
As each of us finishes eating we toss our
plates, cups, and utensils into the trash can in the utility room
just off the kitchen. I am the last one to finish and Chris waits
for me. As I start to get from the table after finishing breakfast,
the lights in our rental house goes out.
Chapter One: Strange Weather
9:56 AM
WE, THEN, hear the wind outside whipping
around really wildly. But something in my gut says something is not
right. I place my cup, utensils, and plate back onto the table. I,
then, race across the room from the Breakfast Nook into the Living
Room towards the window. With the power being out, I manage to run
into the couch and, then, the coffee table as I make my way over to
the window. Chris uses his electrostatic power to create a small
light in his hand. However, the light does not cover a great enough
area. We walk over to the living room window across the apartment
from us. As we walk, I run my left knee into, first, the couch and,
then, the coffee table. I am hopping in pain as we reach the
window.
I look out the window. It looks pitch black
like the dead of night. Oh, my God. There is no way this is
normal.
"Chris, look, the clouds." I say.
"I see them." He says in disbelief. "But
where did they come from. There was hardly a cloud in the sky when
I came down for breakfast."
"I don't know." I say softly to Jim as I put
my head on his chest. He begins stroking my hair. I smile.
I, then, begin to hear a low growling coming
from deep inside Chris. I look up at his eyes. Something's not
right.
I step backwards not knowing what to expect
when an area between to the couch and the dining table distort.
Chris turns to face this direction in a crouch.
All the sudden, in our minds we hear a
shouting voice, Michelle.
- Wait! -
We do as she asks as a short female with
curly brunette locks emerges from the distortion. At first, we only
see the person's silhouette. As the person enlarges, it is clear
who it is that is arriving here.
My eyes open wide as I recognize the person
emerging from the distortion. It is none other than Elise
Matthews!
"Elise!" I say as I run to her. Immediately,
I trip over the coffee table and fall flat on my face. Ow.
That’s was a wonderful thing to do.
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and looks at me with great concern in his eyes.
“You, okay?” Chris asks me as I rub the right
side of my jaw.
“I’ll be okay, jaw still hurts.” I remark as
I gingerly take a bite to eat. I wince while taking the bite, but
the taste of the solid food is so good. I’m glad that I am no
longer on a liquid diet.
As each of us finishes eating we toss our
plates, cups, and utensils into the trash can in the utility room
just off the kitchen. I am the last one to finish and Chris waits
for me. As I start to get from the table after finishing breakfast,
the lights in our rental house goes out.
Chapter One: Strange Weather
9:56 AM
WE, THEN, hear the wind outside whipping
around really wildly. But something in my gut says something is not
right. I place my cup, utensils, and plate back onto the table. I,
then, race across the room from the Breakfast Nook into the Living
Room towards the window. With the power being out, I manage to run
into the couch and, then, the coffee table as I make my way over to
the window. Chris uses his electrostatic power to create a small
light in his hand. However, the light does not cover a great enough
area. We walk over to the living room window across the apartment
from us. As we walk, I run my left knee into, first, the couch and,
then, the coffee table. I am hopping in pain as we reach the
window.
I look out the window. It looks pitch black
like the dead of night. Oh, my God. There is no way this is
normal.
"Chris, look, the clouds." I say.
"I see them." He says in disbelief. "But
where did they come from. There was hardly a cloud in the sky when
I came down for breakfast."
"I don't know." I say softly to Jim as I put
my head on his chest. He begins stroking my hair. I smile.
I, then, begin to hear a low growling coming
from deep inside Chris. I look up at his eyes. Something's not
right.
I step backwards not knowing what to expect
when an area between to the couch and the dining table distort.
Chris turns to face this direction in a crouch.
All the sudden, in our minds we hear a
shouting voice, Michelle.
- Wait! -
We do as she asks as a short female with
curly brunette locks emerges from the distortion. At first, we only
see the person's silhouette. As the person enlarges, it is clear
who it is that is arriving here.
My eyes open wide as I recognize the person
emerging from the distortion. It is none other than Elise
Matthews!
"Elise!" I say as I run to her. Immediately,
I trip over the coffee table and fall flat on my face. Ow.
That’s was a wonderful thing to do.
Where to
find us on the web :
http://destinyphoenixsaga.weebly.com/
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