So, now that I've been back from camp for, oh, about a month now, I figure I should probably re-post what I've done with Technomancy. So, without further ado, here it is:
Technomancy
Chapter 1: Enter Issac
The day began just as uneventful as any other for Issac Quimbelton. It began with school. Or, to be more accurate, it began with his waking up to a blaring alarm clock.
Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Issac rolled over and hit the OFF button. He dragged himself out of his bed, got tangled in the sheets, and fell flat on his face. Great, he thought, this is just what I need to start my day: a face full of floor. After disentangling himself from the errant sheets, Issac shlumped into the bathroom to shower. That's when he noticed it. A small mark, just below the first knuckle on his right thumb. It resembled nothing more than a splotch of black ink, yet no matter how hard he scrubbed, Issac couldn't get rid of it.
Hrrm. This is weird.
He noticed that as he tilted his hand, the spot seemed to change colors slightly; first a blackish-blue, then a blackish-red. Both colors appeared to be the same as those in his bathroom wall and curtain respectively, except for the fact that they were heavily tinted.
Well, whatever. It's just a stain, right? I mean, it's not like it's dangerous or anything. Besides, it looks kinda neat.
He couldn't have been further from the truth.
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Chapter 2: The Death of Issac
Looking at his watch, Issac saw that he had only a few minutes before his first class. Luckily, he lived not too far from the main campus. Jumping on his monocycle with backpack on back, he revved the engine, causing the large wheel encircling the driver's seat to spin. It had taken him a while to configure the gyroscopess on the home-made contraption, inspired by one of his favorite animes, but he thought the end result was worth it.
Unfortunately, he would not have much longer to enjoy it.
As he swerved out onto the main road, something caught Issac's attention: the splotch on his hand was moving! As he watched, startled and confused, the blackish substance slid off his thumb and coated the engine, which immediately began to pick up speed. Hanging on for dear life as the wind whipped through his firey-red hair, he could only watch as the monocycle seemed to wrest control from its rider. It spun around, and headed back the way it came - still at the same breakneck speed. A humble Sedan was approaching, unaware of what was about to occur.
There was a blinding light.
There was terrible silence.
Issac opened his eyes, then blinked. All around him was whiteness, far as the eye could see. He looked down, and was somewhat relieved to see that he appeared to be unharmed.
There is no way in the world I could have survived that, he thought.
"You'd be right," said a voice, toneless as a stone was grey, and seemingly coming from nowhere.
"What!? Am I dead, then?"
"No, you are merely... elsewhere."
" 'Elsewhere?' what is that supposed to mean?"
"This way..." came the reply. Suddenly, to Issac's surprise, there was a stone pathway at his feet. Seeing no other alternative, he walked along the path for a bit, but was unsure whether he was making progress or not. When he looked over his shoulder, he saw the path was disappearing behind him. "Oh, come ON!" snapped the voice, and a gust of sudden wind picked Issac off his feet and flew him down some more pathway to a strange triangular door without a knob.
He placed his hand on the door, and everything went white...
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Chapter 3: The Anomaly
When the light finally receded, Issac blinked in surprise to see himself in a fell-lit study. Standing opposite him was a man who appeared no older than his father, but seemed to be much, much older. He was wearing a monk's robe that was made of some sort of shimmering cloth, but that was not what was the most remarkable about him. His eyes were. One was emerald green, with no pupil to be seen. The other seemed to be made of glass, albeit very reflective glass.
A mirror...? he thought.
"No," said the man, "diamond."
Issac realized that his was the voice he had heard in the white space. "Where am I, and who are you?" he demanded.
"I go by many names, but you may call me Trinity. As to where you are, Let us call it... The Anomaly. In actuality, it is an extradimensional space; timeless, and unconnected to the rest of the multiverse. There are only three other spots like this in the whole of Existence."
"Oooo-kay," said Issac, "I only understood about half of that, but I'm just going to run with it. You said earlier that I'm not dead. If that's true, then how did I get here?"
"I brought you here at the last moment," said Trinity, "You were very lucky, you know, that I happened to be watching your sector when I was. Here, sit," he said, gesturing with his hand, and a comfortable-looking chair appeared behind Issac.
He sat. It was comfortable.
 Zil Samo · Tue Aug 12, 2008 @ 08:10pm · 0 Comments |
