Post by Flabbulous on Jul 7, 2006 15:33:19 GMT -5
This story is Untitled right now...oh well...your reviews decide the future of the story, so let me know what you think
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The sky was grey and dull, with sheets of water falling from the storm clouds. Every once in a while a flash of sheet lighting would light up the sky or the sound of thunder would echo forebodingly throughout Charterville.
It was a flash storm; no one had expected it to be coming much less so severe, especially a small group of teenagers. Devon, Matt, Kali, Heather, and Drew rode along the road with their bicycles, each becoming soaked instantly. The whipping wind didn’t make the situation easier to stand…not by a long shot.
“The storm is getting really bad,” Devon called back, “I don’t think we can make it back in time.”
Kali thought for a moment, “The old Hill Hurst place is up ahead, let’s stop there till it lets up.”
The entire group nodded in agreement…all except Drew.
The last time he’d been there, he’d been there with Roland and Jo. It seemed so long ago…
After the Crustaceans had mysteriously disappeared, the Beetleborgs hadn’t been needed. In fact, the three of them had woken up one morning to discover their powers gone...just like that, vanish, kaput…just gone.
It had taken them a long time before they accepted it and went on with their lives. Roland ended up going to a different school then Drew and Jo. Sadly, though they tried to stay friends, without the Beetleborgs to hold them together, they just became too busy to keep in contact and be as close as they had been.
Roland had become a star varsity basketball player, Drew had gone out for a soccer team, and Jo played Volleyball and debated. The combination of their schedules made it hard, and eventually Roland became more of an “acquaintance” than best friend to the two McCormicks.
They were all to blame for that.
Drew and Roland had ended up going to the same high school where they currently attended, but Drew was in grade 11 and Roland in grade 12, they didn’t really talk except for “hello” and occasionally eating lunch together. They each had gotten a new group of friends that were opposites, tugging them away before they really got a chance to talk.
Jo had made a whole new group of friends as well, and though her and Drew lived together, they were never as close as they had been before. The age difference between her and Roland had once seemed tiny…now it felt so huge the two barely attempted to talk.
“Drew? You agree?”
Heather’s voice snapped him out of memory lane and back to the present. The wind blew his blonde hair in front of his eyes and chilled him to the bone, whether it was the though of entering that house or the cold that made him more nervous…he wasn’t sure.
“Yeah, whatever”
It was cold, it was raining, what else was he going to say?
The group arrived at the house and left their bikes at the front before running into the old house, Drew lagged behind.
Drew hopped off his bike, allowing it to fall to the ground. A bit of mud splashed up as it hit, but Drew ignored it as he slowly walked towards the front steps, shivering.
Had it really been four years since he’d been here?
After the Beetleborgs, Hill Hurst had also been reduced to memories and a victim of scheduling. Jo visited it every once in a while…maybe Roland too, he wasn’t sure. But Drew hadn’t set foot back into that house since the day he lost his powers.
It still looked old and spooky, and the warmth he’d once felt for that house had been replaced with something else...fear perhaps?
“Yo! Drew! You coming?”
Drew looked over to Matt who had his arms over his head as if it would help him stay dry.
Drew nodded weakly and entered the old house, for the first time, in a long time.
It smelt of age, and a thin blanket of dust coated the floor with a few foot and paw prints making small indentations in the dust. There were barely any lights, and the roof was leaking slightly, causing water drops to seep through.
“Shit this place is creepy,” Devon remarked rubbing his arms to keep warm, “well come on, let’s go find a place to keep warm.”
Drew watched as the others followed Devon. He missed that, he missed being the leader. He wasn’t sure when his self esteem issue had started, but he had become a follower, something he’d hoped to never be.
Devon was the leader of their “group”, Kali was his girlfriend, Matt was his best friend, and Morgan was one of Kali’s friends. They’d met at school, and through their “connections” they’d started hanging out together on weekends and after school. Drew wasn’t even sure where he fit into the group other than being an acquaintance of Matt and a friend of Heather. Yet even though they hung out more often, Drew really didn’t feel as though he and Heather were close friends…in this group he felt utterly alone.
“What’s this?” he heard Heather ask curiously
“Looks like a pipe organ.”
Drew followed a trail of dust footprints to discover the group was in the parlor staring at the old pipe organ.
“You know I heard this place was haunted,” Matt remarked putting the top part of his shirt over his face pretending he was a vampire like something out of Abbot and Costello meet Frankenstein, “scary stuff, no?”
Morgan rolled her eyes, “No, look, I eat scary movies for lunch.”
Drew sat down on the grubby couch and looked around. He began to recall some memories with Flabber and…
That’s when it hit him. When he entered the house there hadn’t been any screams, or barking, or growls…or even a voice reprimanding anyone. There had been no Flabber, or Wolfie, or Frankenbeans…
Where in the world were the house monsters?
Drew watched the group of teenagers plunk away at the old pipe organ to pass the time, while Matt tried desperately to spook Morgan by jumping up behind her. It didn’t really work and earned Matt a bonk in the nose.
“What was that for?”
Morgan rolled her eyes at Matt before turning to Drew, “Come over here,, don’t just sit there…you look…I don’t know depressing or something, come on.”
Like he was a puppet on a string Drew stood up and hobbled over to where the others were. Memories of his first experience with that pipe organ flew back to him and he had to look away to keep himself from looking too worried when the blue phasm didn’t appear to tell them to quit it or “show them how it was done”.
There wasn’t even a “Flabber has entered the building.”
The whole situation was creepy…even for Hill Hurst and Drew silently prayed that he was just being paranoid and that everything was really alright and the house monsters were on vacation or something like that…even though Flabber couldn’t leave the house and Count Fangula would get a nasty sunburn…
But a tiny voice in the back of his head told him there was a lot more going on here and the Hill Hurst/Beetleborgs part of his life might not be as over as he thought it was.
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The sky was grey and dull, with sheets of water falling from the storm clouds. Every once in a while a flash of sheet lighting would light up the sky or the sound of thunder would echo forebodingly throughout Charterville.
It was a flash storm; no one had expected it to be coming much less so severe, especially a small group of teenagers. Devon, Matt, Kali, Heather, and Drew rode along the road with their bicycles, each becoming soaked instantly. The whipping wind didn’t make the situation easier to stand…not by a long shot.
“The storm is getting really bad,” Devon called back, “I don’t think we can make it back in time.”
Kali thought for a moment, “The old Hill Hurst place is up ahead, let’s stop there till it lets up.”
The entire group nodded in agreement…all except Drew.
The last time he’d been there, he’d been there with Roland and Jo. It seemed so long ago…
After the Crustaceans had mysteriously disappeared, the Beetleborgs hadn’t been needed. In fact, the three of them had woken up one morning to discover their powers gone...just like that, vanish, kaput…just gone.
It had taken them a long time before they accepted it and went on with their lives. Roland ended up going to a different school then Drew and Jo. Sadly, though they tried to stay friends, without the Beetleborgs to hold them together, they just became too busy to keep in contact and be as close as they had been.
Roland had become a star varsity basketball player, Drew had gone out for a soccer team, and Jo played Volleyball and debated. The combination of their schedules made it hard, and eventually Roland became more of an “acquaintance” than best friend to the two McCormicks.
They were all to blame for that.
Drew and Roland had ended up going to the same high school where they currently attended, but Drew was in grade 11 and Roland in grade 12, they didn’t really talk except for “hello” and occasionally eating lunch together. They each had gotten a new group of friends that were opposites, tugging them away before they really got a chance to talk.
Jo had made a whole new group of friends as well, and though her and Drew lived together, they were never as close as they had been before. The age difference between her and Roland had once seemed tiny…now it felt so huge the two barely attempted to talk.
“Drew? You agree?”
Heather’s voice snapped him out of memory lane and back to the present. The wind blew his blonde hair in front of his eyes and chilled him to the bone, whether it was the though of entering that house or the cold that made him more nervous…he wasn’t sure.
“Yeah, whatever”
It was cold, it was raining, what else was he going to say?
The group arrived at the house and left their bikes at the front before running into the old house, Drew lagged behind.
Drew hopped off his bike, allowing it to fall to the ground. A bit of mud splashed up as it hit, but Drew ignored it as he slowly walked towards the front steps, shivering.
Had it really been four years since he’d been here?
After the Beetleborgs, Hill Hurst had also been reduced to memories and a victim of scheduling. Jo visited it every once in a while…maybe Roland too, he wasn’t sure. But Drew hadn’t set foot back into that house since the day he lost his powers.
It still looked old and spooky, and the warmth he’d once felt for that house had been replaced with something else...fear perhaps?
“Yo! Drew! You coming?”
Drew looked over to Matt who had his arms over his head as if it would help him stay dry.
Drew nodded weakly and entered the old house, for the first time, in a long time.
It smelt of age, and a thin blanket of dust coated the floor with a few foot and paw prints making small indentations in the dust. There were barely any lights, and the roof was leaking slightly, causing water drops to seep through.
“Shit this place is creepy,” Devon remarked rubbing his arms to keep warm, “well come on, let’s go find a place to keep warm.”
Drew watched as the others followed Devon. He missed that, he missed being the leader. He wasn’t sure when his self esteem issue had started, but he had become a follower, something he’d hoped to never be.
Devon was the leader of their “group”, Kali was his girlfriend, Matt was his best friend, and Morgan was one of Kali’s friends. They’d met at school, and through their “connections” they’d started hanging out together on weekends and after school. Drew wasn’t even sure where he fit into the group other than being an acquaintance of Matt and a friend of Heather. Yet even though they hung out more often, Drew really didn’t feel as though he and Heather were close friends…in this group he felt utterly alone.
“What’s this?” he heard Heather ask curiously
“Looks like a pipe organ.”
Drew followed a trail of dust footprints to discover the group was in the parlor staring at the old pipe organ.
“You know I heard this place was haunted,” Matt remarked putting the top part of his shirt over his face pretending he was a vampire like something out of Abbot and Costello meet Frankenstein, “scary stuff, no?”
Morgan rolled her eyes, “No, look, I eat scary movies for lunch.”
Drew sat down on the grubby couch and looked around. He began to recall some memories with Flabber and…
That’s when it hit him. When he entered the house there hadn’t been any screams, or barking, or growls…or even a voice reprimanding anyone. There had been no Flabber, or Wolfie, or Frankenbeans…
Where in the world were the house monsters?
Drew watched the group of teenagers plunk away at the old pipe organ to pass the time, while Matt tried desperately to spook Morgan by jumping up behind her. It didn’t really work and earned Matt a bonk in the nose.
“What was that for?”
Morgan rolled her eyes at Matt before turning to Drew, “Come over here,, don’t just sit there…you look…I don’t know depressing or something, come on.”
Like he was a puppet on a string Drew stood up and hobbled over to where the others were. Memories of his first experience with that pipe organ flew back to him and he had to look away to keep himself from looking too worried when the blue phasm didn’t appear to tell them to quit it or “show them how it was done”.
There wasn’t even a “Flabber has entered the building.”
The whole situation was creepy…even for Hill Hurst and Drew silently prayed that he was just being paranoid and that everything was really alright and the house monsters were on vacation or something like that…even though Flabber couldn’t leave the house and Count Fangula would get a nasty sunburn…
But a tiny voice in the back of his head told him there was a lot more going on here and the Hill Hurst/Beetleborgs part of his life might not be as over as he thought it was.
