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Post by kyle on Jul 21, 2009 22:20:59 GMT -5
Kyle went to his friends even though he didn’t want to go to them. However he thought that it would probably be for the best. He needed them to not talk about her and he felt that if he was by them that they wouldn’t talk about her. However he was wrong. Very wrong indeed.
They were annoying him with their terrible words about her. She didn’t seem like that to him yet here was his friends telling him otherwise. He just frowned and the conversation turned to someone getting more beer.
He wanted to do that, but his friends insisted that they would do that and it ended up being crazy. They were flirting with her and it just annoyed him and he didn’t know why. He really didn’t know why it annoyed him.
Much to his dismay his friends came back annoyed that she wouldn’t even speak to them. Well she did speak to them but she wasn’t like she was around him and his friends got jealous and they started to go on about how annoyed and jealous they were that he could get women to talk and not them. It seemed as if it went on forever in his mind.
Then all of sudden a man came in and he couldn’t help, but watch what was going on. He was ignoring his friends as they were still talking about him. He just rolled his eyes at them and then finally got up. He had a feeling that this guy was going to cause trouble and it seemed no one was around. He went over thinking on getting a water or something.
“Hey Lana can I get a Hurricane please?” He asked as he walked up to the barkey, annoying his friends voices. “And not that isn’t of my bloody business but is this guy messing with you?”
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Post by lana on Jul 21, 2009 23:29:28 GMT -5
As John's hand wrapped tighter and tighter around her wrist, tears began forming in Lana's eyes. He made her cry. He was one of the only men to ever make her cry. As he twisted her arm so it almost cracked, she felt that same sharp, burning pain that was all so familiar. Tears filled her sparkling blue eyes, and all of a sudden she was overcome with fear... just like the past. It was happening all over again, and no-one would stop it. That was until the soft, familiar face of Kyle appeared at the bar. A wave of relief overcame her, yet tears still fell down her face. John was dangerous, a dodgy cop in the New York Police Department. He could have Kyle arrested within minutes if he wanted too. Lana wouldn't allow it... that's if her mind could focus long enough to get into her ex's mind.
"A Hurricane?" She asked, not getting it quite yet. Then she remembered, a drink. Yes... but John hadn't yet let go of her wrist. He had stopped twisting it, luckily it hadn't fractured or broken yet... but it wasn't far off. Then Kyle risked it all, asking if 'this guy' was messing with her. Lana gulped, noting that fact John moved his jacket back to reveal his cop badge. "Kyle..." She hissed, not wanting him to get hurt. John looked at her and finally twisted her wrist more, eventually slamming it on the bar onto a glass, cutting her wrist in several places. She yelped out in pain and blood began pouring out. "So you her new boyfriend then bub?" John asked, placing his hands on his hips.
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Post by kyle on Jul 22, 2009 22:04:48 GMT -5
Kyle could sense that something was wrong in this area and that he was concerned about it. He just hated to see people do that. Though that was just part of him that really didn’t care. He was just a lab tech and didn’t care expect his job and hanging with friends. However when women were hurt or about to get hurt. He hated to witness it. It was emotional for his job, though he was emotionless at work, but outside work he was a different person. And he was going to protect Lana. He had a semi-crush if you would call it that.
He then marched up to the barkey and had the guts to order a drink. A Hurricane to be exact. It was something that he thought when take a bit longer for her to make. However he was unsure what was going to happen. He then asked Lana if the man was messing with Lana and then the man showed him his badge. He rolled his eyes. He then took out his badge from his back pocket. It said, ‘US Marshall’. He then watched as the man twist Lana’s arm and watched everything crash. He then saw blood. Then the man asked him if he was her boyfriend. He decided to play along. “Yeah, I’m her boyfriend got a problem with that?” he asked as his eyes narrowed at him.
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Post by lana on Jul 23, 2009 18:03:26 GMT -5
Lana's wrist poured with blood, she quickly grabbed one of the table cloths and wrapped it around her arm, stopping the blood from pouring out. It was a sharp pain, one she hadn't experienced before. She looked at Kyle nervously, noticing him confront her ex. It wasn't a good idea, dodgy cops had sources all over, nasty, vicious people with no fear in killing or doing whatever they wanted. She tied a knot in the table cloth and winced as it tightened. Then she looked back at Kyle, watching him as he defended her. He said he was her boyfriend. Lana's eyes widened, still filled with tears. She concentrated all of a sudden, looking at John, 'Don't hurt him, don't you dare hurt him.' He was one of the only people she couldn't tell what to do because she was so scared of him. But she could put her own thoughts in his head. He stared at her, "You fucking freak. Don't go in my head again or I'll break it next time." She cowered away, watching Kyle. "Kyle, just go... you don't know what you're getting yourself into."
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Post by kyle on Jul 24, 2009 8:09:13 GMT -5
Kyle was assuming that he was doing the right thing. However it seemed to be not the good thing. He was trying to be the hero and yet here he was being a jerk or trying to be a bad ass but to be honest he wasn’t a bad ass. He really needed to be the bad ass. He thought that if he took on this guy that it would boost his self esteem. However it seemed to prove him wrong because Lana was in pain and the next thing he knew the man was calling Lana a freak. So she was a Telepathic. He just blinked as she told him to get out. Like hell he was. He was going to scare the guy off, but how? The next thing he knew without warning his ability kicked in and all of sudden the man’s gun came flying towards his left hand merging with his left hand as if he was like the Terminator.
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Post by lana on Jul 24, 2009 22:49:46 GMT -5
Lana watched as John's gun suddenly flew into Kyle's hands. Her eyes widened, he... he had an ability too? She had only met a couple of others, but with nothing as special as this. Of course she didn't know what it was yet, but without thought she looked at him, her left eye squinting slightly as the club music played in the background. 'Technopathy, gun, Lana, asshole.' She hid the smirk wanting to appear on her face, no one had ever stuck up for her like this and quite frankly, she loved it. Her arm was throbbing though, and the blood wouldn't stop pouring out.
"John..." All of a sudden she got a fierce boost, something she hadn't had with John before. She looked straight into his hard, blue eyes and began speaking to him, with her head tilted to the side. "You will leave this bar, never to return. You never knew someone called Lana Fenix, she's something of a distant memory. Kyle will hand you a gun, your own and you'll fire two shots up in the air, harming no-one. You will then be fired, and lose everything." Evil you ask? Of course it wasn't. Lana went through ten times more than that physically and emotionally. She gulped, having never used that much force before. She was weak anyway, but this just made her weaker and she fell... fell down to the ground behind the bar with her eyes tightly shut.
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Post by kyle on Jul 25, 2009 8:13:00 GMT -5
Okay, so Kyle was trying to play hero and that was probably the most stupidest thing he was ever going to do and he never thought that his ability would be able to let him with a gun. That was kind of crazy. All he knew with his ability was he could make machines run without him even touching it. It was just kind of creepy and yet here he was now merging with a piece of technology.
Kyle had no clue what he was going to plan and do with the gun that was now merged into his arm. He blinked as all of sudden
Lana was shouting or shouting as it seemed to him. He just glanced at Lana and nodded as he unmerged the gun from his arm and handed it to John. The next thing he knew Lana was on the ground. He just blinked slightly and jumped over the bar to help Lana.
He kneeled down next to her and called out her name. “Lana…” he said as he trailed off as all of sudden John fired two shots in the air and left. “Lana…” He said again as he was in a panic mood. He didn’t know what to do. He then decided that he could do CPR. He tilted her head back into the standard position and proceeded with the procedure. After a few moment he was giving her month to month, hoping for the best.
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Post by lana on Jul 27, 2009 20:16:31 GMT -5
Lana had only just noticed the gun merging with Kyle's hand. It was like something out of Terminator, his arm turning into a gun. Her eyes widened, watching him. As she shouted at him and John telling them both specific instructions, that's when the dizzyness happened. She knew it would be a fit, she hadn't had one in so long now. First the dizzyness, then the blind spots, then the fainting. Sometimes they were worse than others, sometimes they lasted for ten minutes, others for one. It depended, the lights became heavier and her eyes suddenly went.
She was shaking uncontrollably, her eyes rolling back into her head. She could hear someone call her name, but she couldn't figure out who it was. The lights continued to flash, her mind becoming a blur. Lana couldn't control it, nothing was clear. Then everything stopped, her mind, her heart. After a few minutes her eyes shot open, and she felt a weight on top of her. "Kyle..." She said smiling. Then the sharp pain of her cut up arm hit her, "I think I need a doctor..."
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Post by kyle on Jul 27, 2009 23:11:46 GMT -5
Kyle had no clue what was going on and just tried not to panic. He wasn’t going to panic. He wasn’t. He was going to be a strong man and not panic over something stupid like some of kids in his college classes back when he tasking courses. He did the CPR thinking that would be the only way to get to her to come back before he called 911. Though he should have called 911 or something before doing this, but he was kind of preoccupied in playing hero today it would seem to him.
A few moments later, she came back to him and he was overjoyed. “Thank god,” he said excitedly. However the excitement exceeded a bit as she said that she needed a doctor. “Okay…a doctor…” he said trailing off as he grabbed his cellphone and finally called 911. After a few minutes on the phone, “I got an ambulance on it’s way”
{lmao hope that okay.}
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Post by lana on Jul 29, 2009 20:41:08 GMT -5
As Lana awoke, she felt weaker and weaker, wanting to shut her eyes again. In fact, she didn't feel like being saved. What was there to be saved for nowadays? There was nothing to look forward too, nothing to love. She couldn't help but smile when Kyle started panicking however, she could hear it in his voice. What a sweetie. Maybe he was something to look forward too... Oh who was she kidding, he would be gone after tonight. Just like the others. Like Marcus.
Kyle soon rushed back to her, after phoning for an ambulance. She smiled at him, "That's if they get here in time." Her eyes glanced down to her arm, which was still pouring with blood. Her eyes began half shutting again, and she laid down fully, her legs curled up into her chest. She shut her eyes this time. "Thank you." She said, just barely. Her skin was awfully pale now, turning a ghostly white colour. Maybe they were too late.
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Post by kyle on Jul 30, 2009 8:13:24 GMT -5
This evening wasn’t going as planned. He was usually the one mopping around as if he didn’t want to be here and yet for the first time in a long time. He finally was enjoying his time and yet he had to play hero. Then all of sudden this happen. Why the hell did this happen to him? He didn’t want this and he certainly didn’t want to whatever the hell was going on with Lana to happen. That was just so wrong on many ways.
He then saw that she was now awfully pale. “God damn firefighters,” he muttered as all of sudden they came bursting in. Kyle stepped back as he let the firefighters do their job. They administered oxygen to her and the next thing he knew he was being bombarded with questions and she was being strapped to a grungy. He then decided that he would tagalong and followed them out.
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Post by lana on Aug 3, 2009 21:27:41 GMT -5
Lana lay motionless. Never had it been a pretty sight when she had one of her epilepsy fits. In fact it was usually disturbing to watch. You just wouldn't expect someone so beautiful, so fragile to fit uncontrollably. Nor would you expect to see perfect blue eyes turn bloodshot and dark. The worst incident was a couple of years ago now, when Lana used her power to such an extent to stop a car crash from happening that she ended up going into shock and fitting worse than ever before. Her pupils were fixed and dilated, not responding the the paramedics torches or anything. That's when she realised, that very memory that she had no-one. When the doctors asked her to call a family member or friend, she couldn't. There was no-one.
As the firefighters arrived, and several police officers, they put an oxygen mask to Lana's face, and she was strapped to a stretcher. The paramedics were outside, waiting to respond. The police officers, friends of John stopped the young man following her then saw the gun lying just next to the entrance of the club. Lana had told John what would happen to him, and it all started slotting into place. But there was still little or no reaction from the girl at all. The paramedics switched on the sirens and waited for whoever it was coming with her to get in.
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Post by kyle on Aug 4, 2009 9:00:56 GMT -5
Kyle watched in horror as Lana was strapped to a stretcher and taken away. He had no clue what to do. He grabbed his phone and didn’t bother texting as he had his ability do the texting for him telling his friends that he was going to the hospital. He was going make sure that the barmaid was okay. It was the only thing he could think that would help her and he hoped that it would help her get well.
He followed the paramedics outside and climbed into the ambulance with them. He sat right next to her holding her hand stroking it as the ambulance’s doors were shut and the ambulance made its way towards the hospital. The ambulance dodge in and out of traffic in New York, New York was a dangerous place but it was life…they arrived at the hospital a few moments later.
{End?}
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