Famer's Story-Writing Debate Round #2 Sans_the_Ander vs. TUF

Chapter 2 Extrasensory The dark man draws closer to door, as he walks down the black, obsolete, and cold hallway. His cape drags against the black stone floor, though the end of his cape his pretty torn, worn and aged already. He arrives at the big black door and proceeds to open it carefully. It squeals loudly as it opens. Inside the room, is a big black chair, faced with an enormous slick hologram screen, displaying tons of different information, on various and rather unrelated things.That chair is occupied, by.... something. Dark wisps of mist emanate from the being. It is a physical being, yet dark, and almost invisible. It is best defined as a silhouette.The man speaks. "Master, we have found one of the 15."The chair turns slowly.Soon the entity faces the man entirely. 'Faces' being used hypothetically, as it technically had no face. Darkness emanated off of the body. " We know..." It replied in a deathly voice. The voice was like a thousand shrieking infants, only hushed, and whispering."Hisssssss name isssss Adam Knight."Even the dark man with the cape, shudders at the voice of his master."Find and kill him.... And the othersssss....."The man doesn't hesitate to respond. "Yes master, as you wish." He bows, and turns to leave. As he closes the black door behind him the caped man suddenly starts to melt. His once human like body, now has melted into a blob. The blob starts to form an animal. Finally a black crow is formed, it's beady black eyes looking obtruse. The bird flies away._______________________________ I am in a room. It is dark. There is something familiar about this room. The smell, the feel. I have been here before, but something is different. I... Feel.... different. I see a dim red light in the corner of my eye. I turn to see that the red light displays numbers. Specifically a time. It reads 7:34 am.I feel confused. Then it hits me. I am in my room. But something is different now. No not with the room. Everything is exactly how I left it. Messy bed, band posters on the wall, open video game case on the floor, and a box of half eaten pizza sitting on my drawer. No, it wasn't my room that was different. It was me. I felt... Weird. I get up, and walk over to the light switch, and turn it on. Light instantly floods the room. Suddenly I feel nauseous. As the light turns on, I feel my eyes are lying to me. Everything is more colorful. The red's are redder, the blues are bluer. I even notice colors I have never seen or heard of before. It is almost as if I had been wearing sun glasses for a very long time, and only just took them off. The light seemed brighter, and I felt almost as if it were piercing through my soul as it radiated brilliantly; More brilliantly than it ever had in this room in the past.My body feels different too. I feel strong as if I had been running marathons, and weightlifting my whole life. Yeah right, you couldn't get me to do that for a million dollars. Yet the feeling remained. I felt.... perfect.What a weird dream that was..... Then I remember. "Cocoa?"I hear a responsive growl from my bed, and see Cocoa perk her ears up in recognition of her name.I breathed a sigh of relief. It was all just a dream.I sink back down into my bed. I look at my alarm clock. Oh crap! School started almost 40 minutes ago! I am dressed in my usual night wear, a pair of basketball shorts, and a plain white V neck T-shirt. I quickly change out of them, and into a pair of faded denim jeans, and grab a brown polo from my closet. I slip my worn sneakers on, and rush out the door on my way to school. I arrive at the school. It is now about 8:20. I drop my bike off in the bike rack, and chain it up. I start running to my class. Generally I would take B hall to get to Mr. Franklin's class, but this time I take the the back way, as it is faster. No one ever takes the back way though. That's where Mitchell, and his stoner buddies hung out. Mitchell was a senior. He was a drugged up moron, and a bully. He never hesitated to pick fights with anyone, no matter how big they were, or how innocent they were. I run quickly through the courtyard. Sure enough, Mitchell, and three of his buddies are hanging around out side, smoke forming where they were obviously smoking weed. I ignore them and keep running. "Hey you. Stop for a second."I stop. Dammit. Mitchell and his buddies approach me."Hey you know it costs a fee to come this way!"I turn and try to look un- bothered by this. " I am sorry Mitch, I don't have any money. Now if you'll excuse me, I have-"He cuts me off." HAHA relax bro, I'm just messin with ya, no need to get your panties all up in a bunch!"Almost as if on Cue, his buddies start to laugh at this, thinking it is funnier than it actually is. I fake a smile, and start to turn back towards the business building. A hand plops on my shoulder before I can."What's the rush buddy? Need some help with those books? Here I'll help you with those." He grabs my books from me. He takes a step and then pretends to "accidentally" drop them on the ground, right in a puddle of dirty gutter water. "oops." He says. His friends start laughing. Suddenly I am angry. This guy is bigger than me, and is definitely going to clobber me, but I don't care. My pride is practically swelling at this point. I throw a punch right at Mitchell's face, and it lands square in the jaw. Then I close my eyes, as I expect a return punch, and brace myself. But it doesn't come.I open my eyes. It's unbelievable. Mitchell is lying 15 feet away on the ground face down, knocked out with blood gushing out of his busted lip, and broken nose. Mitchell's friends are all staring down at him, with open mouth's wondering what just happened. I am too. I didn't even put that much force into the punch... He had to be faking it...Finally one of his friends spoke. "Is... Is he dead?!""No he is not dead numb nuts!" Said the second friend. He turns and points to me. "You! What... What did you do?"I don't respond but just stand there dumbfounded, and appalled. Finally my senses return. I run back towards class trying to forget about the incident.Nearby on the tip of a flagpole, a Black Crow caws. It flies away into the bright summer day._________________________The whole day at school felt like I was on ecstasy. Everything was surreal. Normally I would fall asleep during lectures, and generally be bored out of my mind. But not today. Everything that the teachers said, seemed to make complete sense to me for once. I actually took good notes, for the first time in what seemed like ages. Every time a teacher would ask the class a question, my hand would be the first to pop up, and I would answer the question. Ms. Rose assigns us a pop quiz. I ace it. I seem to remember every Spanish word she has taught us, though I was tuned out for that stuff most of the time. It was like someone had entered my brain, and flipped a switch from "off" to "on".How could nothing make sense, yet everything make sense at the same time?Finally school ends. As I leave the building, I see Mitchell and his three buddies, among a crowd of my peers, all talking. Suddenly as I pass, everyone goes quiet. Mitchell's eyes fill with fright as he sees me, and tries his hardest to remain unseen behind a crowd of high schooler's. His face is messed up badly. It's extremely awkward to have everyone staring at me, so I quickly make my way over to my bike, un lock it, and start my ride home. What a weird day this was becoming.. First the weird dream, Then all this Extra-sensory stuff that was going on with my body? Something seriously was messed up here.I try to forget about it all, and focus on what I care about most... How much fun I was going to have playing my new game, when I got home. Suddenly a big black crow, flies right in front of me. I slam on my brakes, and it sends me flying to the ground. I wince as I expect to be scraped up badly, but am unharmed surprisingly.The crow suddenly starts to mutate, until it is shaped like a man.