It's been awhile since we've shared local teen writing on here so I'm passing along a story submitted by Bridget K. to complete a RIGHT BRAIN challenge for the teen summer reading program! It's part of a book she's working on - hope we'll hear more from her soon!
The Elevator Adventures
It had seemed as if this pudgy lady has been following Martin for days. He saw her on the street and the hall to the apartment complex. Plus every time on the elevator she was there. He even broke his leg trying to get away, so now he was trapped, forced to ride the elevator to the third floor with his crutches and all. His father didn’t believe him, but he knew he was right.
On his way home it happened again. She was right there, in the elevator with this peculiar smile on her face. Then, once they were between floors she pressed the “STOP” button. Martin face went as white as a ghost. She gave a slight snort-ish chuckle as she did it, which made him even more anxious. He went into pure panic inside, but on the outside, frozen. Martin wanted to scream and bang the walls, but couldn't move. He was a statue.
A little while later the wall to the elevator, the one directly across from the door opened. He thought that was a wallpaper line beforehand. Actually it was the Person Protection Program's Headquarters.
"Sorry that I kind of laughed, I knew you would panic. That was mean of me. You may be wondering why you’re here. Oh, I'm agent M., your mother."
"My mother?" Martin asked shocked, almost queasy. His dad would only say that his mother died and needed to.
"Yes, I know it's a shock but you need to come into the room. I will explain everything once we're inside and you’re safe." The room was, dizzying to Martin, since the quick announcement. In the room computers, technology, and other gadgets filled it. It was a computer geek heaven.
He hobbled into the hidden office. His leg ached, his head ached as well. "I need to sit down," Martin exclaimed.
"Go ahead. Martin, you need to listen now, you are in great danger. I was in the elevator to protect you."
"Elevators are not safe. You could get trapped with a member of SCT, Special Children torturers. You are on their list of victims."
"Oh my, why would they want me?" Martin wondered, "Why am I so special?"
"Because you’re smart. You have a lot of things they want. They know your powers, but you don't,"
"Powers?" Martin said truly confused.
"You can do stuff. You’re special. We just don't know what yet."
Martin thought the room was spinning. He breathed heavily. Then, blank! He passed out.
"Martin, Martin" agent M. said as he woke up in a white doctor like room.
"The other girl on the list, Amy, heeled your leg. She found her powers, after we found her, luckily. Try walking."
He cautiously went off the bed, shocked on how well his leg was.
"H, h, how, how," Martin asked speechless.
"She's special, like you."
"Then, what about me? What can I do?"
"We'll know soon Martin, soon" as she patted him on the head and walked away. Then Martin started to slowly drift away into a deep sleep. Martin’s dreams are always strange; he sometimes tries to forget them and never succeeds.
Then Martin was suddenly waked up, being shaken. "We're under attack!" A woman whispered in a panicky kind of way, "I'm Amy, nice to meet you, wish it didn't have to be in this way. We have to get out. Once we get to the streets try to blend in," Amy was a beautiful straight blondie with sapphire blue eyes. Skinny, yet tough.
"Ummmm, How do we? We're in the middle of the building, no windows, elevator blocked!" Martin started to panic, again.
"Don't panic, we have to stay calm. Hmmmm... we’ll go through the vent." She said staring at the ceiling.
"How do we get up? The ceiling is super high."
"Think 'high' and jump"
He did what she said as he followed her lead. The ground was like being on a super bouncy trampoline. They yanked it off in one, and went through on two.
They crawled through carefully, trying not to make a loud bang. Then, saws came through the vent floor circling around them. They must have been a tiny bit too loud. It was the SCT...
Bang! They hit the ground hard and immediately bags went over their heads creating total darkness. As they kicked and squirmed, the SCT dragged them along. They did until Amy kicked one in the face, knocking one of them out. She crawled out of the bag, tripped one by sweeping her leg then popped up and started to really fight.
There was a hole in Martins sack, so he watched her elegantly knock them out and beat them up. Then the one carrying Martin let go of his bag, trying to fight Amy. Amy knocked him out just by punching him once. 'Wow!' Martin thought.
"Come on, quickly," she said egging him on.
"Okay," he said impressed.
They walked to the door and went out into the street. Amy started talking about homework.
"What?" Martin said
"What do you have for homework?" Amy said as Martin caught on.
"It's the weekend, silly" he exclaimed as he played along.
"Oh, right, silly me... So, if you could pick what would you want your name to be?" Amy asked Martin knew that she was talking in code.
"Max. How about you?"
"Cool!" Martin said in awe, what a beautiful name for such a beautiful girl.
"So, Max," Amy said as she winked, "What do you want to do while we're out of the house?"
"I'm not sure... What do you want to do?"
"Let's go to the ice cream parlor"
"I want my 15 cents back" Amy said suddenly irritated.
"What did you order, mam"
"Two super peanut butter clusters."
"Come with me to the manager’s office and he will settle it for you," the ice cream man said calm and cool. He led them through a series of doorways. One was a locked wooden door with pitch black windows that lead to a safe door with a keyboard.
"Passcode Amy," she typed it in, Martin totally not understanding any of this.
"We are safe, for now." Amy said.
"What about finding my powers? How are we going to do that?"
"We'll know when the world wants us to know."
"I hope that's soon. I need to defend myself somehow."
"I hope so to Martin," they waited for what to do next, but no one came. Where are they...
Amy and Martin searched the perimeters and where shocked at what they found.
As they ventured back behind the waiting room, they found it ripped up, literally.
First thing, there's a big gaping hole in the wall, looking out into the city, people looking in disbelief.
"How in the world did they know?" Martin said appalled
"I, I have no clue," Amy said stunned. All the sudden, she notice agent M. Lying on the floor underneath the rubble, "Agent M!" she exclaimed.
"Amy, Martin," she replied sounding weak. Amy rushed over and Martin did as well.
"I've never healed someone this injured! What, what do I do?" she stuttered.
"You try," Martin said trying to have full confidence in her.
"I just can't have the 'norms' watching. I, I just can't" she said sounding manic.
Martin started to try to pick up a slab of cement ruble to use as a barrier, also trying to find his power. It didn't work. He got angry "Why. why can't I do anything! I, I have to do this!" He growled and kicked the stone. Even with his skinned body and rubbery muscles, it flew into pieces. "What? What!" now he was determined and picked another large cement slab. "There. Go!" He said picking it up with ease. Amy stared as he knew she would.
"Martin," she said all giddy, like she was going to hug him.
"Go! She needs to be happy, given hugs, and have health, not me,"
Amy started right there and then, with a huge, sweet smile on her face, almost blushing. Martin didn't notice that blushing part though, to preoccupied on picking up a heavy cement slab. As she did her thing, Martin felt his strength deteriorating as he got more and more like 'I'm the best' and 'You’re the guy' kind of self centered thoughts. He panicked, 'what' he thought and got the 'have to, trying to save a life and the world here' thoughts. Then it was all good again. 'Hmm' he thought, trying not to make a big deal out of it, but still a little confused.
When Amy was done, Martin could no longer see any gashes, even scars on agent M. She no longer looked in pain. For some reason he could not call her 'Mom,' apparently it was dangerous. Martin did not understand that, but still did as he was told.
"Agent M. How do you feel?" Amy asked
"As good as new," She replied, as Amy helped her to her feet.
"Good," Amy and Martin said in unison.
"Where do we go now? Definitely not the safe house, nor the headquarters, and now we're exposed!" Martin said running out of options.
"Martin, now it is the time for you and Amy to save yourselves and the world from the SCT" agent M. said trying to calm him, a little, but let him see the volume of this situation as well.
"But, but we're just kids, well Amy does have some moves, but I have no experience whatsoever. I, I have to emit, my strength did go up and down, I don't know why, I just don't want to mess it up. And,"
"Whoa, Martin, did you say your strength went up and down, what do you mean by that?" Amy said quite concerned.
"I mean I was weak than strong, then somewhat weak, then strong again, Why do you ask?"
"Martin, try... try turning invisible," Amy said trying to see what this is.
"I can't!" he exclaimed
"Martin, that's a member of SCT! Turn invisible now, you have to!"
"What!" Martin panicked, turning invisible on the spot.
"I knew it!" Amy said figuring it out.
"What?" Martin said not catching on, as he turned visible again.
"Martin, you have something very, very, very special, very rare," Amy explained, getting excited.
"So, you, Martin, can do any type of power, for good, important, reasons. The downside is, you cannot do use them whenever you want, only when it's for the greater good."
"Wait, what? So, you’re saying I can do anything?" Martin said getting excited.
"Yes, but only when it's truly needed, and when you don't think highly of yourself," Amy exclaimed making sure he understood.
"They only really bad part is," agent M. said worryingly, "is that the SCT will want to execute you even more."
"Lovely," Martin said being sarcastic.
"Martin!" Amy gasped hugging him. She was worried, she needed him, in a friend that saves your life kind of way, "I can't let them take you, I love you," The ‘I love you’ part kind of slipped out.
He was staring blankly when it registered, "What?"
"Sorry, I, I, didn't..."
"Sort of," she said shyly.
He kissed her on the forehead saying, "Me to, Amy, me to," embracing the hug. They stood there for a while in the rubble, forgetting about agent M.
Last month I shared a short story written by Silvio, an avid teen writer and a Hub regular. well, it's time for another installment of Made in the Hub! This month I'm sharing the continuation of Silvio's short story "Brother and Sister." There's an excerpt below and the full text can be found online. Of course, you can always come to the Hub to read it too!
If you're interested in having your work featured in the Hub, stop in to chat!
Julia walked the city for miles and miles more, yet neither travel nor time unending quenched her tears or ceased her fears, yet she walked till she reached the sea, and then traversed the shore.
Young children played with sand as the sentinel sun shined upon them. Their parents leisurely basked in the light, reading and passively talking as time flowed in a constant stream that met the sea.
Most interesting to her were the young couples leisurely dancing in the waves. They appeared so free, careless of their nakedness, without any shame or pride. It seemed so natural, so familiar to her.
For a moment she thought of coming to the beach with Maria, yet the thought was quickly turned away. There would be too much scandal in that. She thought to herself.
Soon she passed the beach and came to upon the grand open gardens. While surrounded by evergreens her mind became calm yet her worries did not depart. Julia slowly lowered herself under the tree canopy, laying on the ground and not caring about her dress anymore.
Again she began to shed tears and softly cry. The wind rustled the leaves and the grass, like an invisible animal of massive bulk that rubbed its pelt upon all that it encountered. The warm salty blow of sea air hurt her already reddened eyes, like fire upon exposed flesh, forcing them to firmly shut. I taunted her, it made this all seem like a game, as if the wind had any better to do than play games and fight. Yet she ignored its rustling noise and its animal touch.
It's been awhile since we've featured local teen writing so I thought I'd bring back Made in the Hub. Avid writer and Hub regular Silvio provided this short story, "The Crippled Jackal." Beware: this one isn't for the faint of heart! There's an excerpt below and the full text can be found online. Of course, you can always come to the Hub to read it too!
We're always making things in the Hub, from crafts and doodles on the drawing pad tables to good times over films on Fridays and Karaoke Koncerts. If you're interested in having your work featured in the Hub or want to know what we're up to, stop in to chat!
Even the darkness was marked with fear, as shadows joined it in its fright. There was no wind, and not a single tear fell from the sky, though tormented streams scarred the night air. For them, all the forces of nature and all spirits took pity, as much as any spirit can. Though the darkness endured, as did the screams of the tortured, resonating in the marble walls of ancient halls. Following the screams came the trickling of blood as it stained the milk white steps of ancient stairs. A pleasure palace bathed in blood. Though even when every marble step had been stained red, screams persisted to sound in the dark even as a new sound was heard. A faint but cruel laughter, light but sadistic in its origin emerged out of the horror, even more terrifying than the painful howling of all the other victims.
The assailants pressed him with pain, though he dealt them only laughter, and so they spared him for last, making him watch as they extinguished his friends one by one. Finally when it was his turn to die, they cut off a limb and bludgeoned the rest, but again the main was returned in equal measure by laughter, not screaming, but sadistic laughter.
Thinking that their victim was enjoying his torture, the assailants silenced his laughter forever and mutilated his eyes for good measure.
Thinking the task had been completed; the perpetrators departed with in stealth, just as quickly as they had appeared, leaving behind only corpses, and one tattered, broken body of a man with only a single eye.
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