They had superpowers. All four of them. And Joan had just used hers. Elisa still couldn't quite believe it. She was startled out of her trance when a loud howl sounded, which was followed by a series of roars, shrieks, and cries coming from beyond the natural staircase. They all sounded dangerously close. Elisa turned to face Sage, who had just turned to face the Wolf-Fallen. Or, what was left of it. "Seriously? It survived?!", said Sage, who was both shocked and frustrated. The Wolf-Fallen had lost the left side of its head, as well as its right paw, left leg, and parts of its torso. Right now, it was a weeping mess (although, technically, it didn't weep). It howled again, and this time more monsters answered it. In fact, Elisa realised that some of those calls came from the area to their right. She looked to her right, but couldn't spot any Fallen approaching them. Sage took it one step further, and extended his neck upwards by at least a metre, giving him a better view of the lan
Ms. Walker was running late. The bell for class rang over five minutes ago, yet here she was, rush-walking down the hall to get to her class. Normally, she was always right on time, but then the light had started flikering all over the building. She and a few other teacher had gone to see the headmaster to ask what was going on. Afetr a quick discussion, he decided to send Jack the maintenance man to the generator building to see what was wrong. About two minutes later, Jack calls the headmaster and asks him to come to the building. When he went, he asked the teachers to go to their respective classes and check on the students. As Ms. Walker rushed to her class, she met one of her students playing truant; Janet Taylor. She came to an abrupt stop and said, "JANET! What are you doing here? You should be in class!" Janet grinned sheepishly and replied, "Umm, well, you see, its....the lights started going crazy in the classroom, and everyone paniced, and then we all just left the classroom
"Umm, now?", asked a nervous Wendy. "Right now?" Jack nodded and turned, saying, "Yes, now. Follow me. An' no funny business from any of ya, understan. I'm in no mood for that." He started walking and looked over his shoulder to see if the children were following him. To his chagrin, they were still standing in the exact same spot as they were a second ago. He stopped and beckoned to them to start moving. Elisa then spoke up, asking, "Can't we see the headmaster a little later? Like, say, after break?" Joan was covertly shaking her head and tugging Elisa's arm, but was ignored. Jack gave Elisa a hard look and snorted, startling her. "Sure. If you wanna see him after break, that's fine. I'll just pick ye up at teatime. That sound good to you?" Elisa, who was still thinking about the wonderful snort he gave earlier, which sounded like a truck engine, was snapped out of her reverie and quickly shook her head, saying, "No, it's okay. We'll see him now." The others nodded in agreement. J
Mr Rothwell was sitting behind his desk, his fingers interlaced, and a grave look on his face. He stared intimidatingly at the four kids who’d just entered the office. Once they were all inside, and the door was closed, he spoke. “Thank you for coming. Now, I know you children have some questions for me, but before that, I have some questions of my own.” He began by asking how they’d discovered the machine, and also asked who turned on the digitizer. Elisa swallowed, and (mentally) winced with pain. She had go through this whole ordeal again?! Hadn’t she suffered enough in the dark music room? Well, she couldn’t avoid answering the headmaster, because one of the other three, probably Joan, would tell him that she was the culprit. So, whether she liked it or not, she had to talk. She told him everything that she told the other three, with Joseph and Joan jumping in to explain how they’d discovered her sneaking into the machine room, and then how they’d all gone into Nirvana. During Joa
It was beautiful. The sun was shining overheard in the clear blue sky, its light filtered through the thick canopy of leaves. The trees were tall, thick and strong, unmoving against the gentle breeze that rustled the leaves and grass. Song birds and butterflies flew to and from the trees, a beautiful diversion from the flowers and leaves on the forest floor. A natural path wound between the trees towards a clearing bathed in sunlight, and on this path was a little girl. She was about 7 years of age, a small child with long, straight, jet-black hair that reached her shoulders, eyes as red as the brightest rubies, a cute little button nose, and a pale face with the loveliest smile. The dress she wore was as black as her hair, with white frills, reaching past her knees towards her knee-length socks. It was simple yet elegant, perfectly complementing her beauty. She was running on the winding path towards the clearing, laughing as she held out her arms at her sides like an airplane. As
Elisa looked up at her ceiling, then at the alarm clock on her bedside table. It was eight a.m. in the morning. No wonder her mother's been shouting for her; she overslept! She sighed, then proceeded to get up from bed. She was still tired from last night's event and wanted nothing more than to crawl back under the covers, but she knew her mother would simply come up to the room and throw off her covers if she did. Best to just get up for the day. "Elisa!" "I'm awake, OK! I'll be down in a few minutes!" She yelled back at her mother after opening her door, closing it almost immediately after she was done yelling. She let out a frustrated sigh, then turned and walked to a dresser on the other side of her room. As she reached for her hairbrush, she looked at the bedraggled girl clad in striped dark blue pajamas, who stared back at her from the mirror on the dresser as she combed her hair. Looking at her reflection, she could see the effects of last night's party on her tired face a
Elisa stayed in her room for nearly thirty minutes, still exhausted from last night's party. She passed the time mostly by reading through a few of her favourite books, and taking a small nap. She ate a few granola bars she'd hidden in her room to make up for not finishing her breakfast. The Rogers open their doors to visitors at about 8:30 am. Since Elisa had woken up at 7:30, thirty minutes later than usual, she had over an hour before her mother called her down to deliver the dishes back to the Rogers (half an hour after taking the time to relax). That gave her some time to calm down and think. First there was Harry. Even if he doesn't tell her her, he would still pester her to keep the promise she made last night. And the more pestering he did, the more of a pest he becomes. It also meant that mother would get involved, and since Harry is a terrible liar, she could easily get the truth out of him. And then Elisa would really be in trouble, the kind that her grandparents can't save
Elisa stepped into the Rogers' home, looking around in awe. No matter how many times she came here, the art and beauty always took her breath away.The Rogers family were all natural born artists, although, their art was rather....unconventional. Still, it was stunning and had a lot of charm.On either side of the front door hung a canvas of a bullseye target, one being made out of confetti, the other being made out of drinking straws.On the wall next to the stairs hung three more canvases, each depicting a flower. One was made out of candy wrappers, the second was made out of various seeds, and the third one was made out of bottle caps.On the opposite wall hung three more canvases, these ones having a more traditional touch, but still unconventional nonetheless. One was a painting of what appeared to be a swirling galaxy of colours, but looking closely, it was actually a bunch of mathematical figures and formulas. The next one appeared to be a pencil sketch with tiny splatters of p