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| PMD14 | Mar 29 2008, 09:37 PM Post #1 |
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Ok, so this is something I've done more recently and am trying to work on now. Times is hard (~ Sweeney Todd) so I don't get too much time to write anymore, but I'll do my best to update this one as it goes if anyone finds it worth while. Thanks. Again, didn't re-format for the forum so hop it's not too messy. ----------- The piercing sound filled the room, slapping Jason across the face like a cold wave of sea water. His eyes flew open, the sunlight that blazed through his bedroom window assaulting his eyes. Closing his eyes again, tightly now, Jason threw his hand clumsily onto the bed side table, smashing the alarm clock with more force than was needed. The screaming stopped. Sunlight warm on his face, a lone bed sheet scattered across his semi-naked body, Jason lay for a moment, still and silent. Outside, the chirp of birds echoed through the window and the whiz of morning traffic flooded in. Jason left his eyes closed, the flash of sunlight still throbbing under his eyelids. Rolling over, coming near the edge of the bed, Jason let his left eye open a slither, allowing a brief, blurry view of the room. It was messy, as always, and the door was still closed. The alarm clocked, despite coming near to destruction, was still working. The numbers on the digital screen screamed at Jason, a feeling worse even than the blinding sunlight. “Shit.” He swore under his breath, both eyes opening fully now. The light assaulted his eyes again, but Jason fought it. He climbed out of bed, practically rolling onto the floor, and pulled on a pair of jeans that were lying closest to him. Deciding that there was no real need for a shirt, he regained his footing, charging out the bedroom door. “Simon? You out of bed?” Jason called, his voice booming through the small apartment. He walked down the hall, bouncing from wall to wall, still half asleep. Arriving in the kitchen, he halted, leaning up against the door frame. “Oh…” “Just getting something to eat…” Simon said. The teenager, already dressed in his school uniform, a backpack sitting at the table, popped his head out from behind the fridge. He was handsome, for his age, with the same features as his dad. Blond hair, brown eyes. Jason, an older vision of his son, let out a silent sight of relief, shuffling across to the small kitchen table and taking a seat. He leant back, leaning across to the bench and hitting the kettle on, before arcing his back against the chair, yawning loudly. “Some parenting, huh?” Jason said, opening his eyes again as Simon took up a seat, a bowl of cereal in front of him. “Sure is.” Simon replied, taking a mouthful of milk and grains. He stopped for a minute, unable to chew, before walking calmly to the sink and spitting the stuff back out, emptying his entire bowl into the sink. “What the hell is that?” “Your mother thought it was a nice touch. Healthy start to the day and all that. Don’t look at me.” Jason said with a shrug and a smile, the kettle beginning to whistle behind him. He leant back over, balancing the rigid chair on its back legs, pouring a cup of boiling water. Landing back on all four legs, he let the mug hit the table, leaning across to the middle and grabbing the coffee. “So what? Now she gets to choose what I eat when I’m at your house too?” Simon said with mock disgust, sitting back down with a can of Coke he’d pulled from the fridge. Jason just stared at the can for a moment, then turned back to his mug of water, hurling in a few spoons of coffee. “Looks like.” Jason said with another shrug. He heaped a few more spoons into the mug, now of sugar, and then gave it a stir. “I can’t just let you eat junk.” Jason said, taking a sip of coffee as his son grabbed a half empty bag of potato chips from the bench to accompany his coke. The kitchen window, also open, let the noise from the street downstairs flow into the apartment. As the minutes ticked by, the traffic increased, an occasional bus or truck roaring past every now and then. The small apartment, one of many on that tiny block of land, was situated in the heart of Sydney, Australia. The building was old, most of the rooves cracked with crumbling walls in some of the rooms. The rent was cheap which, for someone like Jason, made life a little easier until things were on track. His apartment was three floors up, well above the main street, though the noise managed to float up with ease, no matter the time of day. “Now…” Jason started, dropping the last mouthful of coffee down his throat as he stood from the table. “Don’t you have some education thing to go to? School, I believe?” He nodded to the door, looking at his son. Simon was in his tenth year in High School, the last compulsory grade in Australia. At the end of the school year, a few months away, he’d need to decide whether or not he’d be staying at school for the next two years, doing his Higher School Certificate, or if he’d leave school all together and start his adult life. Despite the daunting decision, Simon hadn’t given too much thought on the subject. “Think you’re right.” He said, standing up from the table, the last few dregs of Coke splashing down his throat. The two stood there. Jason, in his thirties, was on one side of the table. His eyes were a dark brown, his hair a sandy, messy blond, his build fair strong and muscular. Opposite, Simon stood. He was a splitting image of his young father. Fifteen years on, with his father’s hair, Simon had lighter eyes, though still brown, and a fairly stable build. If he had been a few years older, and his father a few years younger, one could easily mistake them for brothers. Simon just nodded, the everyday goodbye, and threw his school bag up over his shoulders, heading for the hallway again. Returning the nod, Jason turned, watching his son walk down the hall and out the front door. All of a sudden, despite the continuing traffic just outside, the apartment seemed quiet. Jason stared at the closed front door for a moment more, before grabbing his empty coffee mug, letting it drop into the sink. Walking back down the hall, the kitchen clock ticking over the eight o’clock mark, Jason unzipped his jeans and let them fall to the messy bedroom floor, kicking the door shut behind him. He crossed the room, wearing nothing but his briefs, and slammed the window shut, drawing the curtains. The room grew slightly darker, though the sun still managed to throw beams in, the noise of the traffic rattling at the closed window frame. Jason shrugged, diving from the window across the room, bouncing onto his bed. His eyes instantly closed, the man reached across, pulling a sheet over himself. A minute later, he was asleep. *** The bell rang moments after Simon placed his foot from the bus, his sneakers crunching down on the dry grass near the front of the school. The school, providing for a population of over a thousand students, was fairly massive. It was made up of five main buildings, each with three floors, along with a large gymnasium and sports oval near the rear of the property. To one side of the grounds were shops and the like, leading into a residential area, while on the other side was a large, public reserve, a popular hang-out zone for the students after school. Waiting near the front gate, another student gave a welcoming wave and smile, walking through the bus crowds over to Simon. He was taller than Simon, if only by a few inches, and had dark skin. His hair was long and stuck out in all odd directions, a pair of stylish spectacles planted on his nose, with thick, black rims. “Simo. Not late again, are ya?” He called, walking up to Simon as they half shook, half slapped each others hands in greeting. “Not my fault the buses aren’t on time, Ran.” Simon grinned, the two walking with the crowd now, towards the main buildings. Randal Thomas, or Ran to his friends, had only arrived at the school a few years earlier. He’d been friends with Simon since then, the pair known by all the teachers for causing trouble whenever they could. They were good kids, but school just wasn’t in their interests at the time. As the pair got caught up in the rushing crowds, chatting among themselves, the school day officially began. The students began masses towards the four main buildings, the fifth being home to the admin office and staff room. The day had begun like any other. As far as average went, though, that was as far as it was going to go. *** His alarm clock flipping over to ten thirty, Jason was still fast asleep. He had rolled off the bed, though, practically sleeping vertical, with his legs sticking up against the bed’s side, his torso flat on the ground. All of a sudden, there came a loud knocking from the front door. Just two knocks, then silence. The outside traffic was still there, though with the morning rush over, it had subsided, leaving the apartment relatively quiet. Stirring a little, Jason rolled over, his legs sliding off the bed with a thump. The noise woke him, his eyes opening slowly, as he straightened out his body. The room was darker now, on account of a few clouds moving across the sky outside. Jason slowly moved, sitting upright against the side of his bed. He thought there had been a banging from the front door, but he’d been sleeping deeply. Wondering if it was just part of his imagination, Jason just sat there, silent for a moment. Nothing happened. Shaking his head, he stood up, picking up the jeans again and sliding them on. This time, he also grabbed a nearby shirt and through it on, not bothering to button it up as he moved across the room to the door. There came another knocking from the apartment’s front door, and Jason nodded, sure he’d heard it this time. However, as he arrived at the bedroom door, about to step into the hall, there came a small grinding sound from his bedroom. Turning around, the sound continuing in small bursts, Jason’s eyes scanned the room quickly. His mobile phone, resting on his bedside table, was vibrating, dancing around the table a little with each surge. With a pause, Jason looked back down the hall, the front door in sight. Then, looking back to his phone, he sighed. Walking briskly across the room, he reached down for his phone. Little did he know, the decision had saved his life. The small phone continued to vibrate in his hand, the screen lit up. In the middle of the small screen, along with the image of a telephone, was the word: Jed. Tristan grinned, as if he’d forgotten about the knock at the door. He flipped the phone open, holding it up to his ear. “Jed, old buddy. Long time no call.” He said, keeping his voice quiet so that anyone outside wouldn’t hear that he was ignoring them. The reply from the phone wiped the grin off Jason’s face. Four words. It sounded like an old man, a thick Taiwanese accent hanging in his voice. Nevertheless, his English was clear. Crystal clear. “They’re coming for you.” Jason nodded, as if the man on the other end of the phone could see, closing the mobile and slipping it into the back pocket of his jeans. There came another knock from the front door. Jason looked towards the hall, his head snapping around quickly. This was insane. “What the f*ck?” |
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