This a short part of a story I'm working on called the Eccentric Files. It's basically about a group of kids with superpowers. Kind of like "Heroes" but not because it's mine.
I'd like feedback on this. What you didn't like, what could be better, what you actually did
like, etc...etc..so, uh, yeah. Here it is..
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This is the part where we run like hell..
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[DASH, REAGAN]
When Reagan was little she used to always run. She loved the feel of it, of the wind on her face and hair, how she felt like she was almost flying. It was amazing. While all the little girls were inside having tea parties and playing dress-up in their mother's heels, Reagan was outside with all the other little boys; stomping in the mud, rough-housing and racing. Reagan loved the races because she always won and really, who didn't like to win?
And then in middle school, Reagan made the decision to join the track team. Try-outs were extremely impressive. Her coach, the then twenty-six year old, Emma Jinks, was the first to see that Reagan was special. She decided to test her after-school, a lap around the outdoor track field. She timed her as the girl ran and her jaw completely dropped. Reagan had just run the whole four hundred meters in under six seconds. She'd just broken the Olympic records. It shouldn't have been humanly possible. Except apparently, it was.
?You're daughter has a gift,? Coach Jinks told Mr. and Mrs. Dash, ?She's special.? However the Dash's didn't want anyone else to know just how special their daughter was.
Reagan quit the track team the next day.
That didn't stop her from running though. She was gifted. Did her parents really expect her to just...stop?
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Reagan groaned, eyes blinking as she woke up at the sound of a very angry alarm clock. She was on the couch instead of her bed, controller on her stomach and arms over the side of the couch to where her roommate, Eli, slept in a sitting position on the floor. They'd stayed up too late playing Resident Evil.
That game was amazing and addictive. Reagan was very sure that she'd won too because she was Reagan-freakin'-Dash and she was the coolest thing since yoo-hoo in a box.
She sat up on the couch, running a hand through her messy black, green streaked hair and looked at the cable box. ?Eli!,? she exclaimed and hit the boy on the shoulder. He woke up and immediately clutched his shoulder. This girl and her monstrous strength. Seriously. ?Wha? Wha happened?? he said not completely awake yet.
?We're late for work! Andy's gonna fire us! Well maybe not me 'coz he loves me but if I'm late again he's gonna put me on kitchen duty,? she said and went into the other room, randomly grabbing clothes and putting them on. She used the hair tie on her wrist to pull her hair back into a quick ponytail. She skidded out of her bedroom and into the kitchen where she dragged Eli, half a strawberry poptart in his mouth, out, grabbed her keys and walked out the door.
They began jogging and then running and soon Reagan was full out sprinting and Eli was struggling to keep up. She pumped her arms, feeling the blood rushing and the world around her was a blur. She ran and ran and laughed because it felt good.
And when she skidded to a halt in front of FlapJack's, that was when she realized that the pavement beneath her had actually cracked. Um, oops?
That had never happened before though. ?What the hell?? she heard Eli's voice from behind her, slightly out of breath. She turned around and mirrored the confused look on his own face.
?I know I always joked about your freakishly monstrous strength, but this is just kind of ridiculous.?
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[BELL, CHARLOTTE]
Charlie Bell was what some would call weird. Not weird in the sense of colorful skinny jeans, raccoon eyes, and big rainbow hair. No, that was Good Weird, that was an acceptable kind of weird. Charlie was Bad Weird.
Charlie was the kind of weird that no one wanted to be around, that no one wanted to talk to and so she didn't talk to them either. She exuded some kind of bad weirdo vibe and people stayed away from her, far far away. Charlie was also dark; dark hair, dark eyes, dark clothes, dark thoughts and feelings dark, dark, dark and even though she was pretty enough (she considered herself pretty enough she didn't consider herself completely homely) no guys dared to approach her.
Charlie had never had a boyfriend, never had a best friend. All because she was different.
She was so lonely.
And you could see it in her eyes.
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She'd been walking to her car, a midnight blue mustang that she loved dearly, after leaving the library when it happened. She froze where she was, fingers barely touching the car handle as her normally gray (almost black) eyes burned blue under half-lidded eyes.
She stood there frozen as a vision came to her and oh how she hated the visions because they were usually always of death and someone dying and she could do absolutely nothing to prevent it. So really what good were they, aside from making her life lonely and miserable?
So there she was, having visions of a body, of a boy with messy light brown hair and the prettiest green eyes she'd ever seen, flying feet through the air and landing far away in a crumpled heap on the floor.
She hadn't noticed the silver sports car, spiraling out of control and headed straight for her.
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[ASTOR, JASON]
?I see dead people.?
That line right there, from that movie Sixth Sense, pretty much described Jason Astor's life for the past year. It happened a month ago, this seeing dead people thing. He was hanging out at the skating park alone and it was raining. It always seemed to rain on days like those.
Funeral days.
So there he was, all dressed up in black and trying to learn new tricks and busting his ass on concrete.
?Need a hand there mate?? someone had said from behind him and it nearly scared the crap out of him, because Jason could've sworn that there had been no one else in the skate park. So he stood up and dusted the dirt of his black jeans and turned around.
Jason almost peed his pants.
Alex Payne, his best friend was standing right in front of him, rope burns around his neck that were turning into purple-blue bruises and smiling like the happy-go-lucky guy he used to be, as if he hadn't committed suicide a week prior.
Not gonna lie. He screamed. It's not everyday you see a dead guy, right?
But that's not even the weirdest part.
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He was walking down the street when it happened, Alex trailing behind him and humming some obnoxious song he'd once heard on the radio. Jason was getting pretty annoyed with him but snapping at air would make him look like some kind of freak (pfft, like you aren't already right?), so he bit his tongue and kept on walking. His ears perked up at the screech of tires and screams from passerby.
He saw the dark-haired girl there, frozen next to her own car as if she was in some kind of trance and Jason wondered what was wrong with her and then he saw the car?sleek and shiny and silver?speeding towards her, out of control and the driver looked panicked?the brakes weren't working.
It was an impulsive move really, Jason had to learn to stop doing things on impulse or else he'd end up regretting it one day. But he didn't really have time to think about it, didn't really have to think about it because he was Jason and Jason was a Good Samaritan. Sometimes even a hero.
He ran and launched himself in front of the girl, pushing her out of the way.
A dull thud and a body flew.
The silver car drove away the driver in tears and the tires burning.
The girl with the dark hair, stood up shakily, a few feet across from where the car would have hit her, broken out of her trance only seconds before the car had reached the spot she'd stood in previously.
She felt a pang in her heart for the boy who'd just saved her life. Tears welled up in her eyes.
A boy with messy brown hair and the prettiest green eyes had died.
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Someone called an ambulance. People had crowded around him, watching as the ambulance tried to help him but it was no use. His heart had stopped. He was gone. The girl who's life he'd saved stood behind the EMT worker, looking down at the boy. It was a pity. He really was pretty and he'd saved her life, a complete stranger. An admirable feat. She only wished it hadn't ended like this.
The other EMT workers came, ready to cover the body and stopped short. There was a groan, the boy blinked a few times and sat up, holding his head. He took his hand away to find blood there. Everyone was too shocked to speak or to even move. Time stood still.
He blinked slowly, turning his (prettypretty) green eyes towards the girl. ?Are you okay?? he asked. She stared at him (wasn't he supposed to be dead?)
And then she screamed.
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[Nine, Elias]
Eli Nine was the best friend and roommate of Reagan Bolt. And that was it. He was only that and they had once tried the boyfriend/girlfriend thing but it didn't work out because they were too much like siblings rather than a couple and Eli didn't care what those crazy fangirls said, incest was not sexy. Like, at all.
He acted as an overprotective brother at that, so he didn't very much appreciate what the Hollister-wearing tool was saying about his as-close-to-real-as-it-gets sister. He wanted to punch the bleached boy's lights outs and protect the virtue of his dear Reagan.
But he didn't, for two reasons; Reagan hated when he got all over protective on her. She felt that she could take care of herself (and from what happened this morning he really couldn't argue). Second, the guy hadn't really said anything out loud as so much as think it. If Eli suddenly punched the guy in the face completely out of the blue, that wouldn't look too good. How'd he even begin to explain that? 'I hit him because he was making sexual remarks to my coworker except you wouldn't have heard him because he thought it and oh yeah, I'm a telepath.'
They'd make a call to the asylum before he could really explain. So Eli settled for glaring at the guy who only looked at him in confusion before glancing away nervously and sipping into his cup of coffee. Eli smirked triumphantly as Reagan passed by and raised an eyebrow at him.
?...totally insane, everyone thought he was dead!?
Eli's ears perked up at the interesting topic. People had been talking about it since this morning. It was all over the news; The Boy Who Lived. They were calling him a hero. A superhero. He'd saved a girl from getting hit by a car, ultimately getting hit himself and the boy had actually died. His heart had actually stopped for a full three minutes. He shouldn't have been alive.
Except he was.
And Eli wanted to know why.
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