Post by lell on Mar 7, 2008 2:31:03 GMT 1
It was cold out. Not goose bumps cold, but cold. The wind was breezing quietly. No one else was out on the sidewalks. A few cars rushed across the streets. A cat scrounged around in a pile of garbage, searching for a morsel of food. No one would notice the strange girl walking half on the sidewalk half on the gravel. If anyone did see her chances are they would think something was wrong with her. They would ignore her and make themselves feel better about not caring by saying to themselves ‘crap happens’. The girl would be oblivious to all this.
Buri walked swiftly. The cold nipped at her bare toes. She looked like the mess she was. Her hair was long and matted, when you were in a coma people didn’t brush your hair. She was wearing a hospital gown with the open back. All that kept is closed was a tie in the back. It was blue and nasty. She had on also a pair of hospital pants. They were the same blue. Her face was pale like that of someone who had been sleeping for months, which she had.
Bruised hands clutched a piece of crumpled paper. The paper had blood on it from were Buri’s hand had bled on it from when she punched the door open. She had woken in the hospital a day ago. It had been night and no one had been around. She was stuck in a white room attached to machines. She had no idea were she was. She still had no idea what was going on. She had punched the door open out of her room and ripped the cast off her arm. Her arm hurt now. She could hardly move it. If she had been paying more attention to it she would have noticed the stitches that went almost the entire way around her arm. If only she had known, it had been most of the way ripped off in the explosion.
The piece of paper was ripped from the phone book. On it were various names, one of them was circled. ‘Maxamilion’ no last name. Buri could only find his name. Of all the people she had known he was the only one she had been able to find. He and her hadn’t exactly been friends, but they both had an understanding, they both had a need for power. Buri had thought about that maybe he had changed, but she doubted it.
Buri came across the apartment. She walked inside. She went to the front desk and asked for his room number. The man gave her a funny look and then told her reluctantly. Buri thought about taking the elevator. No, too slow. Buri ran up the long staircase. Luckily the coma hadn’t affected her body. She was still much stronger than any other human young woman. Buri went over to the door and knocked.
Buri walked swiftly. The cold nipped at her bare toes. She looked like the mess she was. Her hair was long and matted, when you were in a coma people didn’t brush your hair. She was wearing a hospital gown with the open back. All that kept is closed was a tie in the back. It was blue and nasty. She had on also a pair of hospital pants. They were the same blue. Her face was pale like that of someone who had been sleeping for months, which she had.
Bruised hands clutched a piece of crumpled paper. The paper had blood on it from were Buri’s hand had bled on it from when she punched the door open. She had woken in the hospital a day ago. It had been night and no one had been around. She was stuck in a white room attached to machines. She had no idea were she was. She still had no idea what was going on. She had punched the door open out of her room and ripped the cast off her arm. Her arm hurt now. She could hardly move it. If she had been paying more attention to it she would have noticed the stitches that went almost the entire way around her arm. If only she had known, it had been most of the way ripped off in the explosion.
The piece of paper was ripped from the phone book. On it were various names, one of them was circled. ‘Maxamilion’ no last name. Buri could only find his name. Of all the people she had known he was the only one she had been able to find. He and her hadn’t exactly been friends, but they both had an understanding, they both had a need for power. Buri had thought about that maybe he had changed, but she doubted it.
Buri came across the apartment. She walked inside. She went to the front desk and asked for his room number. The man gave her a funny look and then told her reluctantly. Buri thought about taking the elevator. No, too slow. Buri ran up the long staircase. Luckily the coma hadn’t affected her body. She was still much stronger than any other human young woman. Buri went over to the door and knocked.