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| A Walk into Flames part 1 right version | | | Author: | | | IP: | cache-ntXXXX | | Date: | 05/29/04 01:05 | | Game Type: | Starcraft | | Labels: | none | | Report Rating: , # of Ratings: 1, Max: 6, Min: 6
Lifetime Rating for Munro: 6.0000 |  | He couldn’t turn backwards. But he felt it chasing him, creeping closer. Down, down his spine the tickle rose. The fire rose to his chest, the fire of fear. He tried to turn his head but couldn’t. He seemed to have no control over what his body did.
Everything seemed to get blacker and blacker. He thought the abyss must be upon him. Suddenly a flash of white. And then again. A tickle on his arm, then a poke. The feeling of pain spread from a point, to a circle, to across his entire arm. It was on him; his arm was engulfed. The fire burned his face now, the fear was upon him. He tried to run, but was stuck. He tried to smell, but only a sour odor was apparent, so pungent it stung his nose. He cringed and checked to see if his sinuses were bleeding. He felt the burn, the flame.
The fear spoke to him, “wek chrissst”.
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“Wake up, Chris,” nudged a small boy in an ice blue shirt. “Wake up.” Chris immediately recognized the boy as his friend, Mike. “The movie is over, I think Mr. Kraus saw you sleeping.”
Chris quickly forced himself back into reality with a quiet grunt. He had fallen asleep in his Social Studies class again. Middle school history seemed useless to him. The ex-marine teacher spouted knowledge that Chris had picked up from TV or other sources years ago. He wanted to vomit every time Mr. Kraus said some commonly known fact that impressed the highly unintelligent students around him. Even worse were the girls who knew the teacher was a moron, and still acted amazed.
“Bah, what was the movie about?” Chris asked out of necessity rather than interest. He looked around to see everyone else wide awake. The classroom was full of Mr. Kraus’s history posters, as well as his military posters. Chris had figured out the military posters there to remind the students that Mr. Kraus deserved everyone’s respect solely based on the fact he served in the Marines. “What an idiot,” Chris giggled to himself.
“What?” Mike questioned. Mike was an athletic boy who excelled in school as well as with the ladies. They found his extroverted personality couple with his shining smile to be irresistible.
“Nothing, anyways, what happen…” began Chris.
“CHRIS! GET UP HERE RIGHT NOW!” shouted Mr. Kraus. “Now I know you slept through that whole movie. You aren’t going to learn anything if you don’t pay attention. You have brains, so don’t waste them!”
More brains then you’ll ever know, Chris thought to himself. There was one thing he couldn’t stand, and that was teachers who thought they were more intelligent then he. To him, age gave a man nothing unless the time was used well. Mr. Kraus could live a millennium and still be an idiot. Chris looked Mr. Kraus straight in the eye, and Mr. Kraus fell back a step. Chris’s green eyes had a way of seeing right through someone. Chris knew no one understood him, and therefore saw nothing of him when looking into his eyes. He had nothing to fear.
“You are right Mr. Kraus, I’m sorry. My brother was sick all last night and I couldn’t sleep because I heard him running back and forth to the bathroom.” His statement got a short laugh from a few of his fellow students. Chris hated to be outgoing or the center of attention, like his friend Mike was. Unfortunately, he was beginning to learn that being so helped in every facet of his life.
The bell rang with a loud beep. The bell system was broken again, and the highly equipped school was forced to use a phone push key to make the bell sound. Chris
cursed at the school officials everytime it rang.
“Cya Chris.”
“Cya Mike.” One more week of eighth grade. Then he would be out of this shit hole. Perhaps teachers at the high school, Golden Woods High, would be able to challenge him. He slowly walked to his bus, pondering things in his head as usual. Suddenly a girl he had never seen before crossed his vision. Her blonde hair trickled across her shoulders, and glistened like a rising sun across a divine sea. She wore blue jeans and a black shirt. He squinted but couldn’t make out any more. He took a deep breath, and his nose began to burn. He pressed his nose with his fingers to alleviate the sharp pain.
“Damn allergies,” Chris grumbled. The girl was gone, so he continued on to his bus. He found bus 768, hopped on and headed to the back.
He sat in his own seat because he didn’t feel like getting loud with the other kids today. Who was this girl, and why couldn’t he get her off his mind? He had never even liked a blonde girl before. In fact, all seven previous crushes had been brunettes. He couldn’t put his finger on it. As he thought about her, the sun beat down on him, and his cheeks grew warm.
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As it fell, a gust of wind grabbed it and sent it on a new path. Its red and orange color contrasted with the gray, smoky sky. The wisps of clouds framed the streaking fire. A branch grew nearer and nearer. It ducked below and streaked through the sky like a fireball. It hit the ground with silence.
“Hit him!” The crowd cheered as a red leaf fell next to Chris’s head. Joey had tackled him at full speed and sat on top of him laughing. Chris lay with eyes narrowed intently. His cheeks felt cool, and his hands were ice. Not a drop of fear was inside of him.
“You skinny little shit, don’t ever talk back to me,” said Joey, a very overweight boy. He was about two inches taller than Chris, but at least twice the weight. Chris’s lips tightened and his head lunged upwards. His forward landed a blow on Joey nose and a small cracking sound was heard.
Joey fell backward as his hands rushed to his nose. Before Joey had even rolled onto his back, Chris was on top of him. Like a cheetah to its prey, Chris wasted no time. He was quick, and he used this to his advantage. He straddled Joey now, with his knees on top of Joey’s arms. He flung one punch at his chin then another to his eye. Joey lay there in shock, and whimpered like a baby.
Chris felt a cool breeze brush his against his air. He spit next to Joey’s head and got up. He turned to see the bulky PE teacher racing to the scene. He immediately dropped on a knee to take notice of the bleeding Joey. Chris looked once, and saw the swirl of blood. He knew he should have felt bad, but could only feel happier and happier each moment he thought of what had just transpired.
“Joey, you’ll have to come to the office with me.” Mr. Eckstein said loudly. “Chris you can go to your next class.”
Chris casually walked away with a smirk on his face. He was quickly barraged by cheers and questions as he walked away from the scene.
“Yeah Chris,” shouted one student. “You kicked his ass!”
“Why don’t they take you to the office?” Asked Mike.
“Look at him, look at me. Its obvious who started the fight.” Chris informed. He continued walking as if it were a normal day. But it was not. Not only had be been in a fight, but it was the last day in his middle school career.
He spent the rest of the day pleasing other students with the story of his fight and how he pulled off the victory against such a large kid. Usually all the forced attention would bother him, but it he considered it better than most of the usual last day scenes. Scenes such as girls crying, last minute yearbook signings, and a little vandalism.
“BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!” The final school bell rang. It came as quite a shock, he didn’t think the day had gone by that quick. Gravity seemed to push him into the ground; it was the last day. His head spun as he tried to remember if did everything he had to do. He reminded himself all tests were finished the day before and he didn’t have anything else to worry about.
His stomach dropped, his heart fluttered to a slower rhythm, and his sweaty cheeks suddenly felt the cool breeze. The breeze blew gently through the school. He would miss the soft breeze at Golden Straw High. But that is all he would miss.
He walked out of the class and saw his childhood friend Bobby Jellows talking to a girl. He couldn’t make out the girl's face, because her back was almost directly towards him. But somehow he knew it was her, her. The sun beat down hotter than he remembered it beating that day. His forehead started to sweat as his cheeks burned. He felt like his face was frying.
He reminded himself that he was afraid of no one, and decided to go talk to Bobby to say goodbye, and to possibly meet this girl of course. He concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other. Right, then left, then right. He coughed as his sinuses burned. As he got closer he began to notice the young girls body. She was very thin, and her golden hair bounced at her shoulders.
As he approached, the unknown girl suddenly turned around. Bobby hadn’t looked over, so there was no reason for her to notice him. But she had. Her crisp eyes first shined a winter green, only to turn blue as he looked straight into them. He felt as if she was actually seeing him. No one ever had before. His face was on fire, his hair singed and his ears nothing but charcoal. He quickly turned and walked towards his bus. It was several minutes before his face cooled and he could think straight.
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His summer passed as most do. A week or two of vacation, the rest of the time either alone or with friends. They all seemed the same to him. At first he thought often of her, but then he realized she probably would even go to his high school.
There were two high schools in Golden County, Golden Woods High and Golden Heights High. He was going to Golden Woods High.
He also realized he never learned her name. He could not track her, and why would he want to? Yet, although she seemed to be the only person he feared, she was the only person he had any urge to see.
As his days began to be filled with sibling arguments, mass deletions of porn email advertisements, and lazy days at the beach, he let her drift from his mind. She drifted from his thoughts, but never too far. She was always on the horizon, never past it. A memory of her could be triggered, but it never was. He had no memories with her. But she was still there, on the edge of his thoughts. Whether he knew it or not, she was always there.
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