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The Taken	By : oneswish Category: A through F > Ender's Game Views: 2940 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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a/n noo worries i no dead.
Hi again, t'is higan. sorry it took me a little bit to get it up. hope u faithful few like it. its mostly just plot laying down. we need an antagonist to the story.. anyways.. lemme know what u all think.
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~Interrogation room D~
Smith looked at his nephew with pure disgust. “How can you be so selfish? I gave you the easiest job. I was going to transfer you to Test Town. All you would have to do is read the fucking newspaper, you little shit!” The last part of his sentence came out in a hiss of anger. He was at a stage in his life when all he felt towards this human being was pure, hot malice. “You sold me and this company out Stevens, excuse me, Todd! You fucking pansy. How much did you get?” He kicked Todd in his already broken ribs, The tender pieces of calcium began to crunch and pop. Some happiness returned when his nephew screamed like a little girl. “God, you make me sick. Marv has more balls than you. You fucking waste of sperm and egg.”
Todd looked up. Blood leaking out of his nose and mouth. Cuts on his temples, blood covering his freckles. Some going into his eyes and burning. His glasses long forgotten. Broken on the floor from the second punch his uncle gave him that night. Slowly, as to know have his Uncle Smith notice, he reached in his pocket and waited. Just one moment is all Tod would need. His blond hair now dirty and matted with blood, looked like a brown mass on his head. He saw his reflection in the one way mirror and smiled, he looked insane. His breathing came out in wheezy gasps. Just hold on Todd-stir, rapture is just a button push away. Still smiling his insane smile, he looked at his uncle.
Smith saw this look and began to shake. He moved his glasses back on his beakish nose and wiped the sweat off of his brows. Slowly, slowly he moved back towards the door. He reached backwards for the doorknob, never taking his eyes off of his delusional nephew. “ Oh Todd, what have you done?” He looked sad and betrayed. He turned the cool stainless steal knob and gave Todd one last soul shattering look and sighed.
“I, Uncle, have found rapture. My true calling in life. And God has told me that the 'abominitation' must go back to hell from where he was spawned. SO dear uncle, because of your precious Marv, I have failed God. Fear not uncle, I wont be gone too long.” Todd engaged the button and rose to his shaky, wobbly feet. Smith slammed the door shut and asked for someone to lock the door. A guard with jet black hair came over.
Too late. The explosion knocked the door off of its hinges. Than they heard a loud thunder clap and than nothing. They were swept off their feet and slammed into the far wall. They couldn't hear anything but a high pitched ringing. Smith was yelling, nothing coherent. Just yelling. When the rubble stilled Smith rushed into the room and scanned the top layer of rock. He found no blood on the ground or up turned cement where Todd had laded. Nothing that said Todd Stevens was here. Than he noticed in the corner of the room, a bloody hand print on a chunk of cement, than underneath that he found a VHS tape with one word on the top in red sharpie : Ben.
Smith moved until he bumped into a piece of upturned rock, tripped and fell. “Get a demo crew in here. Warn Marv. And for the love of God someone call Thomas.” An EMT was next to Smith in an instant handing him his glasses. He didn't even know they fell off. He looked out the big gaping hole in the wall, it showed a great view, of Test Town. “Double up security on Test Town. No one leaves or goes in with out my say so.”
His hearing slowly started to come back as he stared at the achievement of his life, Test Town. He told the EMT to leave him alone at least thirteen times, there was other people that needed help way more than he. The demo crew worked around him, mostly because they knew not to bother Smith when a crisis has occurred. He couldn't find the Guard, with the jet black hair, that tried to help him with the door. Smith remembered his name though, Phillips. He was twenty seven years old, still a fricken kid for Gods' sake. The EMT came back again with Phillips' name badge, blood splattered on his name and rank. The EMT casted his eyes down and shook his head.
“Someone get me a VCR and a TV. I have a home movie to watch.” Smith slowly rose, all of his muscles screamed in protest. He decided that he would like to take a nap before he would have to take action on his nephew's production. Slowly, he started to walk out of the interrogation room, side stepping rubble and debris as he made it to where the door once was. He walked down the hallway to the elevator to take him back down to the meeting room. There he will be able to take a nap and watch the movie, in peace. He looked for a demo crew member and flagged him down. “Please bring the VCR and TV to my meeting room. Oh, and some coffee please?”
The man looked at Smith, like he grew a third head, with his mouth agape. “Y-yes sir. Right away sir.” He saluted and walked away.
Smith subconsciously started to rub the VHS tape in his pocket Todd, he thought as he heard his shoe's echo off the wall, what on earth have you done?
By the time Smith knew it he was staring at the huge solid oak doors. With almost all his adrenaline gone he sluggishly opened the doors and squeezed through, they closed by themselves from so much weight. He walked to the table, and pushed everything off. He sighed one last time an went to the cabinets in front of the table near the doors. He opened one side and dug around, than he smiled. Pulling out the Yankees blanket and walked back to the table. He climbed on top of the table and used the blanket as a pillow and fell into a light doze.
He had some time, Smith always has some time.
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yes, no?? likie, no likie??? kinda.. a little.. its kinda out there but sometimes one must listen to their muse. even though its still kinda dusty and smelly.
again.. if it doesnt fit lemme know.. i can change it.. but i think it only help in the long run..
but critisim is always welcome.. minus the flamage.
k??
ooo..... :: totally for got conversation ::
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