Matt was on a stairway... shattered in his thoughts in complexity and serenity. He was alone, with no signs of life. It was all dark and lonely... and cold. There was a door on the top of the last step, that seemed to breathe with life. He pounded up to the top step, nearly tripping. He felt weak and dizzy at the same time. He opened the door and fell into darkness, reappearing on the stairway again. Instead of climbing to the top, Matt just fell off from the balistray, only appearing in the same place yet again. "Where am I?" Matt cried. He couldn't think nor speak.
He ran to the top and opened the door. This time there was a garden, with flowers and plants everywhere. He jumped out and came to the picture. Bees and pollen were flying around, causing Matt to sneeze. He could barely hear his own breath. Matt closed his eyes and found himself next to a woman Matt never saw before. The more he stared at her, the clearer she became. She does look familiar...
"Bonette..." Matt said, taking in a breath. The oldest lightning bender in the world, and daughter to the lighting man who died hundreds of years ago. The lady was still not responding but looking straight ahead. Matt turned in her direction and saw another door that appeared out of no where. Matt rushed to it and came to a labratory. He looked at himself and saw that he looked older. More mature. A second later he was back to normal. Matt fell and sobbed bitterly.
That did it. He woke up and found himself on a hard uncomfortable couch. He was dreaming this whole time. Where was he now. Matt explored his environment and saw to his dismay that he was not home, but in a laboratory. Test tubes were everywhere, containing samples of liquid Matt didn't even want to look at. A huge electric beam was holding Matt into place do he could not move. A plate with aged cheese was next to him, for food probably. He was hungry, so he took a nibble. A spasm instantly hit him. Hunger. He ate faster until he was full.
Matt then saw shadows on the other side of the doorway. Matt quickly hid under the blanket that kept him warm. Additionally, he pretended to sleep, making snoring sounds and occasional grunts. The door barged open and a man appeared, dressed in a black robe. He looked familiar in looks...
The idiot is still asleep." The thing said with a hoarse whisper. Matt instantly knew who it was. The thing that took me. Fred, or Greg. Fred or Greg made a quick examination on Matt and closed the door behind him, leaving Matt once again in the darkness. As Matt moved his legs to make himself confortable, he touched a sharp object. "Ah." Matt said, forgetting to whisper. Silence again. Matt, relieved, bent to touch the object. It was a rubber band with a peice of metal on it. Matt looked at the electric beam and smiled. Rubber and electricity don't go together...
Matt was free from the beam. After stretching for 10 seconds, he placed a few objects under the blanket so it looked like he hadn't moved. Matt crept to the door and looked through the small window on the top. Matt was at the end of the hallway, and it seemed to turn left to something else. No other rooms were next to him. Matt opened the door. Locked. Matt attempted to use his lighting power, but it didn't work. "What?' He tried a few more times. Nothing.
Matt then tried some of his other attacks. Nothing worked at all. He had no electric powers. Matt was forced to find another way out, but finding none, he slouched on the couch. What was he supposed to do now? An idea him. The lock was locked, but not the door. He rushed up to the door and slid his fingers along the hinges. The door fell to the floor with a soft clang. Matt walked briskly down the long hallway until it was time to make the left turn. Peering around the edge, he saw that there was another hallway proceeded with a left turn yet again. Again, he couldn't fly. Furious, Matt ran to the end and looked over to the left. There, is where he saw the exit... guarded by Fred and Greg. He could now tell the difference. They each had necklaces with their names on it. Fred was talking to Greg when his eyes met Matt's.
Fred roared, "Sieze the enemy!" Guards ran through the exit with MP4's in their hands. However, they were loaded with rocket launchers. Matt gulped. "If you don't comprimise, we'll open fire." Greg said, edging foreward to the spot Matt stood. Matt raised his hands in the sign of mercy. Without his lightning, he was hopeless. The guards seized his arms, gun aimed at his neck. Matt looked over and saw a sword in the hand of an enemy. Matt quickly used his muscles and broke free. He took the sword and slashed at the enemy. It died in a gasp of sweat. Greg and Fred disappeared, leaving Matt with a hundred guards armed. "OPEN FIRE!" Greg roared through the speaker.
Matt ran back the way he came, his attackers close on pursuit. When Matt turned the right, he threw the sword behind, slitting 5 in the mouth. Matt took the door and threw it behind him. Now he was trapped. The guards nudged one into capturing Matt. The rocket launchers equipped on each one looked deadly. Matt groaned and followed them, head low. He wasn't going home today...
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Saturday, February 9, 2008
Sunday, July 8, 2007
Chapter Nine - The Final Battle
Matt woke with a lousy groan, for he had woken up yet again at night. It was 3 in the morning, and he was just too excited to sleep. He had just rescued Blake the other day, but because of all the fighting that happened at the haunted mansion, Matt was too preoccupied. He twisted and turned in his bed. Perhaps, maybe he was hungry.
He crept downstairs to the kitchen, and with caution, avoided the two squeaky steps. He adjusted to the dark and once he did, he crept to the pantry. Marveled with the overwhelming food, Matt took a cookie and poured himself a glass of hot milk, to soothe him. After eating his late midnight snack, Matt turned and walked back up.
It had been a while before Matt started to snooze again. He finally went to sleep, by counting sheep, a very boring thing to do. It did work, however, Matt was at 2,000 when he started to fall into slumber.
Sunlight streaked through his window around 7 in the morning. Matt woke with a whine, “Stupid sunlight,” he murmured.
He felt like punching the sun away from earth, so the heat and the light will be gone. Frustrated, he tossed himself out of the bed. He felt like throwing up. Maybe I’m sick or something.
He looked at the mirror. In his reflection, he looked perfectly normal. No green, no cuts, or bruises. Matt walked downstairs two at a time. He searched in the kitchen for some breakfast. Bingo! He found a humongous chocolate chip bagel. After scooping some cream cheese and some jam, Matt took a bite. He was savoring the moment. Just then, the doorbell rang.
Matt knew that his parents were sleeping, so he himself would need to answer. He rushed to the door but before he could stop his running feet, he just slammed onto the door “Who is it?” Matt fumbled.
“Um…um… mail message delivery. I um… got a gift from your aunt.”
Matt smiled. It was one of aunt Cathy’s gifts. He opened the door with an eager expression, but it was cut short when he saw the “mail delivery guy.” Though he had clothes, Matt could see that he was that creature from the haunted mansion. Matt closed the door on his face. He waited if he would barge through the door. He didn’t.
Matt peeped through the curtain and saw that the creature was gone. He breathed a sigh of relief. He went out in the front to make sure that no one was there. He was about to turn back into the house, when he spied a small piece of paper. He picked it up. It showed weird designs and pictures. For some reason, he thought the paper drawing looked like a war setup. The pictures were next to a house. Matt gasped. It looked like the Haunted Mansion! Something is happening at the Haunted Mansion! Matt turned over the other side of the page. It said,
He crept downstairs to the kitchen, and with caution, avoided the two squeaky steps. He adjusted to the dark and once he did, he crept to the pantry. Marveled with the overwhelming food, Matt took a cookie and poured himself a glass of hot milk, to soothe him. After eating his late midnight snack, Matt turned and walked back up.
It had been a while before Matt started to snooze again. He finally went to sleep, by counting sheep, a very boring thing to do. It did work, however, Matt was at 2,000 when he started to fall into slumber.
Sunlight streaked through his window around 7 in the morning. Matt woke with a whine, “Stupid sunlight,” he murmured.
He felt like punching the sun away from earth, so the heat and the light will be gone. Frustrated, he tossed himself out of the bed. He felt like throwing up. Maybe I’m sick or something.
He looked at the mirror. In his reflection, he looked perfectly normal. No green, no cuts, or bruises. Matt walked downstairs two at a time. He searched in the kitchen for some breakfast. Bingo! He found a humongous chocolate chip bagel. After scooping some cream cheese and some jam, Matt took a bite. He was savoring the moment. Just then, the doorbell rang.
Matt knew that his parents were sleeping, so he himself would need to answer. He rushed to the door but before he could stop his running feet, he just slammed onto the door “Who is it?” Matt fumbled.
“Um…um… mail message delivery. I um… got a gift from your aunt.”
Matt smiled. It was one of aunt Cathy’s gifts. He opened the door with an eager expression, but it was cut short when he saw the “mail delivery guy.” Though he had clothes, Matt could see that he was that creature from the haunted mansion. Matt closed the door on his face. He waited if he would barge through the door. He didn’t.
Matt peeped through the curtain and saw that the creature was gone. He breathed a sigh of relief. He went out in the front to make sure that no one was there. He was about to turn back into the house, when he spied a small piece of paper. He picked it up. It showed weird designs and pictures. For some reason, he thought the paper drawing looked like a war setup. The pictures were next to a house. Matt gasped. It looked like the Haunted Mansion! Something is happening at the Haunted Mansion! Matt turned over the other side of the page. It said,
“Happening on the following Wednesday.”
Today was Tuesday! Tomorrow something evil is happening, Matt thought. Matt looked back at the drawings. For some reason, all the “soldiers” were targeted on a single victim. The victim kinda looks like ….. Matt said, “ME!”
He understood. The creatures from the mansion are lining up in a military fashion. They will walk like soldiers to my house, and then will kill me. Uh-oh! He looked back on the other page in entirety:
“Happening on the following Wednesday."
at 4:00 p.m
at 4:00 p.m
4:00 p.m.! Matt said “Guud!” He quickly wrote a note to his parents saying that he was going for a refreshing bike ride. He went upstairs and grabbed his newly constructed lightning helmet. It easily fit on to his head, but the best part is that no one could tell the secret identity of him while he’s flying.
He started to fly off. It felt great to be in the sunshine, but Matt knew that evil will be awaiting at his destination. Matt could now see the tiny blur of the Haunted Mansion coming up. He lurched forward. He flew under the rooftop. Sure enough, he could see that the creatures were lining up for their plan. Matt gasped. There, on the top of a somewhat chair, sat a long creature. It had red eyes, sharp nails, and tons of spikes on his back. He also had a crown, the symbol of kingship over the race of creatures. Matt could see that the creatures had guns, bazookas and whips. One had a giant ball in its hands - bombs! The king was menacing by himself, but with his pack of creatures armed with deadly weapons, this was the most menacing of all sights. Just when things could not get any better, Matt saw a fifty-feet giant armed with a club, and with ferocious teeth - the giant seemed like hell itself.
Matt, exhausted, sneezed for the dust under the roof was clogging his nose.
They saw him. The hideous looking “things” had spied him. Immediately, they started speaking. Matt could not decipher their language; he had no idea what they were talking. Finally, one of the leading creatures brandished his whip around and around, until he had enough momentum to swing the whip at Matt’s legs. He jerked the whip back, and Matt, helpless, fell to the ground. All the creatures gathered around him.
Matt screamed, “Lightning Powers On!” He flew in the air, leaving the creatures behind.
The creatures, however, had a plan. They took their bows and arrows and started firing at Matt. Matt avoided one, but got hit by another. The impact sent him spiraling down to the ground. He got up, immediately. He shot a bolt at a creature, who blocked it with a shield.
“Damn, there are too many!” Matt yelled.
The king motioned all the creatures to move aside. He walked to Matt. Matt volt-tackled the king, but he dodged the attack. The king shot a fireball at Matt, who was sent hurling into the bricks. Matt stood, and with concentration, shot an eye beam. It hit the king, making him fall back. Taking advantage, Matt shot a paralyze beam. The king dodged the attack, and the beam hit a creature.
The king got frustrated. He stood up, but Matt tackled him down. Blood gushed out of the king’s back. The king stood, once more. He summoned a dragon, who appeared out of nowhere. The king pulled the dragon’s back, making the dragon blow a mass of fire.
The fire ball hit Matt, making him crash to the wall. His hand was bleeding, heavily. Suddenly Matt had an idea. “The king can shoot fire, so perhaps he is vulnerable to water?” Matt flew to the fountain at the entrance, and gathered water into a bucket. He threw the bucket full of water at the king.
The king got hit. He screamed. Blood oozed out of his chest. The king was dying. Matt jumped onto the dragon’s back. He commanded the dragon to fly. The dragon then shot a fire blast at the king’s minions. They burned to ashes. The only creature left was the king. The king turned back to see all of the creatures dead.
He turned and shot a fire ball at Matt. Instead, the dragon took the damage. The dragon, groaning with third degree burns, fainted.
Matt shot an eye beam, but the king deflected it. Matt took another bucket of water, but the king evaporated it. The king focused and shot a ball at the ground. All of a sudden, fire started to erupt out of the ground. It burned everything in sight.
Matt dodged all the fire from the ground, but failed to see a fire ball hurling at him. The impact was too strong. Matt felt as if he was being sizzled alive. The burn was too intense for Matt. He fainted.
The entire mansion was burned. There was fire everywhere. The king chuckled and walked to the unconscious Matt. He put his boot on Matt’s chest. He was about to smack the shoe on Matt’s chest, when a small stream of water smacked his behind.
The king groaned, and started coughing. He looked to see who shot the stream of water. There, stood Blake. His eyes were fixed on Matt. Blake took out his water gun, and shot another stream. The king fell, unconscious. Matt stirred and woke. He saw the king fainted, and Blake holding a water gun. “Thanks Blake.”
“No problemo.” Blake said. Together, they walked to the king. Matt felt blood trickling down his back. The king was still breathing. “He’s alive,” Blake said.
“Come on, let’s put water on him to kill him.”
And they did. Soon, the king was dead, never to see the light again.
As Blake and Matt flew back home, they both failed to see that someone was watching them. Someone with a long tail. Someone who was sad to see its master, the king, dead. Someone that would soon become the biggest enemy Matt will ever face…
And as Matt and Blake flew away, they both thought that their world was now evil-less. Or was it…
He started to fly off. It felt great to be in the sunshine, but Matt knew that evil will be awaiting at his destination. Matt could now see the tiny blur of the Haunted Mansion coming up. He lurched forward. He flew under the rooftop. Sure enough, he could see that the creatures were lining up for their plan. Matt gasped. There, on the top of a somewhat chair, sat a long creature. It had red eyes, sharp nails, and tons of spikes on his back. He also had a crown, the symbol of kingship over the race of creatures. Matt could see that the creatures had guns, bazookas and whips. One had a giant ball in its hands - bombs! The king was menacing by himself, but with his pack of creatures armed with deadly weapons, this was the most menacing of all sights. Just when things could not get any better, Matt saw a fifty-feet giant armed with a club, and with ferocious teeth - the giant seemed like hell itself.
Matt, exhausted, sneezed for the dust under the roof was clogging his nose.
They saw him. The hideous looking “things” had spied him. Immediately, they started speaking. Matt could not decipher their language; he had no idea what they were talking. Finally, one of the leading creatures brandished his whip around and around, until he had enough momentum to swing the whip at Matt’s legs. He jerked the whip back, and Matt, helpless, fell to the ground. All the creatures gathered around him.
Matt screamed, “Lightning Powers On!” He flew in the air, leaving the creatures behind.
The creatures, however, had a plan. They took their bows and arrows and started firing at Matt. Matt avoided one, but got hit by another. The impact sent him spiraling down to the ground. He got up, immediately. He shot a bolt at a creature, who blocked it with a shield.
“Damn, there are too many!” Matt yelled.
The king motioned all the creatures to move aside. He walked to Matt. Matt volt-tackled the king, but he dodged the attack. The king shot a fireball at Matt, who was sent hurling into the bricks. Matt stood, and with concentration, shot an eye beam. It hit the king, making him fall back. Taking advantage, Matt shot a paralyze beam. The king dodged the attack, and the beam hit a creature.
The king got frustrated. He stood up, but Matt tackled him down. Blood gushed out of the king’s back. The king stood, once more. He summoned a dragon, who appeared out of nowhere. The king pulled the dragon’s back, making the dragon blow a mass of fire.
The fire ball hit Matt, making him crash to the wall. His hand was bleeding, heavily. Suddenly Matt had an idea. “The king can shoot fire, so perhaps he is vulnerable to water?” Matt flew to the fountain at the entrance, and gathered water into a bucket. He threw the bucket full of water at the king.
The king got hit. He screamed. Blood oozed out of his chest. The king was dying. Matt jumped onto the dragon’s back. He commanded the dragon to fly. The dragon then shot a fire blast at the king’s minions. They burned to ashes. The only creature left was the king. The king turned back to see all of the creatures dead.
He turned and shot a fire ball at Matt. Instead, the dragon took the damage. The dragon, groaning with third degree burns, fainted.
Matt shot an eye beam, but the king deflected it. Matt took another bucket of water, but the king evaporated it. The king focused and shot a ball at the ground. All of a sudden, fire started to erupt out of the ground. It burned everything in sight.
Matt dodged all the fire from the ground, but failed to see a fire ball hurling at him. The impact was too strong. Matt felt as if he was being sizzled alive. The burn was too intense for Matt. He fainted.
The entire mansion was burned. There was fire everywhere. The king chuckled and walked to the unconscious Matt. He put his boot on Matt’s chest. He was about to smack the shoe on Matt’s chest, when a small stream of water smacked his behind.
The king groaned, and started coughing. He looked to see who shot the stream of water. There, stood Blake. His eyes were fixed on Matt. Blake took out his water gun, and shot another stream. The king fell, unconscious. Matt stirred and woke. He saw the king fainted, and Blake holding a water gun. “Thanks Blake.”
“No problemo.” Blake said. Together, they walked to the king. Matt felt blood trickling down his back. The king was still breathing. “He’s alive,” Blake said.
“Come on, let’s put water on him to kill him.”
And they did. Soon, the king was dead, never to see the light again.
As Blake and Matt flew back home, they both failed to see that someone was watching them. Someone with a long tail. Someone who was sad to see its master, the king, dead. Someone that would soon become the biggest enemy Matt will ever face…
And as Matt and Blake flew away, they both thought that their world was now evil-less. Or was it…
To be continued in Book 2 of the three part Lightning series
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Chapter Eight - The Battle At Nenen
Matt walked past the gates, holding his only source of light: a flashlight. He heard the sounds of owls and rats that ran across the sidewalk. He put his hands on the doorknob. A sudden burst of icy coldness rushed to his heart at the touch of the frigid knob. He pushed the door open, but to no success. He burst through the door, electricity flowing within him.
Meanwhile, Dr. Vick was in his jeep, shouting at Dennis about the proper way to drive. “I told you, hold down the handles when braking, you snot monkey!”
“Yes Vick, but your car is smashed from the battle at Matt’s house.”
“Then fix it when we get Matt’s lightning. And brush your teeth; you smell like a baboon’s butt! Jeesh, do you ever brush?”
“Once in a while, sir.” Dennis said.
“Just concentrate, we are almost there.”
Matt glanced around his surroundings. He was in a dim room. He could barely see two feet ahead of him, partially because of cobwebs and because of dust. He could see a small spiral staircase just ahead of him. Not bothering to stay in the not seeable room, he quietly ascended the stairs, forgetting to fly. At the top was a single hallway, and at the end of it was a closed door. Who knew what lay on the other side…
Now flying, Matt reached the door. A small note that was written probably in blood was perched on the door:
Meanwhile, Dr. Vick was in his jeep, shouting at Dennis about the proper way to drive. “I told you, hold down the handles when braking, you snot monkey!”
“Yes Vick, but your car is smashed from the battle at Matt’s house.”
“Then fix it when we get Matt’s lightning. And brush your teeth; you smell like a baboon’s butt! Jeesh, do you ever brush?”
“Once in a while, sir.” Dennis said.
“Just concentrate, we are almost there.”
Matt glanced around his surroundings. He was in a dim room. He could barely see two feet ahead of him, partially because of cobwebs and because of dust. He could see a small spiral staircase just ahead of him. Not bothering to stay in the not seeable room, he quietly ascended the stairs, forgetting to fly. At the top was a single hallway, and at the end of it was a closed door. Who knew what lay on the other side…
Now flying, Matt reached the door. A small note that was written probably in blood was perched on the door:
To those who are reading.
Heed my warning,
Do not open the door
Death awaits on the other side
Beware,
You will never see light again
Leave now while you have the chance,
Or face your doom!
Matt re-read it two times before making up his mind. Obviously, the note is there to just fool people into not coming. Clearly, what ever is on the other side is something of a remarkable value…
“You idiot, you missed the haunted mansion driveway!” Vick said in a huffy puff voice.
“Sorry sir. Did not see.”
“Did NOT SEE WHAT? THE BIG MANSION THAT WAS RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOUR PUPILS. You need GLASSES!!!”
“I’m growing deaf from your shouting.” Dennis said unhappily.
Matt opened the door and quickly turned on the flashlight. He shined it in the room. All there was in the room was a bed. On the bed was a boy under the blankets. “Blake.” Matt whispered. He rushed to the bed and pried Blake into his hands. Good thing Blake was not heavy. He opened the window that was next to the bed. He was about to fly out with Blake when a voice behind him dropped Blake in a startled confusion.
“DDropp, za boyy. Noww!” A voice said behind him. A small pinch was injected into Matt’s back. He fell unconscious, loosing sight of Blake and seeing a creature with sharp claws…
Matt woke up on a small coffin. He reacted by standing up quickly and glancing at his surroundings. He was in a tool shed. Chainsaws, knives, and screwdrivers were placed along a workbench. He noticed that someone was breathing on him. Looking behind, he saw Blake, sleeping peacefully on the ground. Matt picked him up, and turned to the door that was on the opposite wall. He destroyed the ceiling and flew out with Blake. Good thing he did not exit by the door, because there was a trap right in front. He started to fly back to his house, when a water ball splashed onto Matt.
He was short-circuiting. Temporarily losing his powers, Matt started to fall. He fell on the roof of the mansion, with Blake next to him. A creature jumped onto the roof, having a water ball in his hand. He shot another water ball at Matt, who again was losing energy. All of a sudden, a bullet streaked out of nowhere, and smacked the water creature in the head.
Water splattered everywhere, as the creature fell dead. Matt looked to see who saved and wished he didn’t.
There stood Dr. Vick, his eyes gleaming and his lightning device saying, “MATCH FOUND!”
“We meet again Matt,” Vick said in a mean and grim voice. His face was in a grimace expression, full of hatred and fear. “You now why I need you. I need your lightning to hatch a dinosaur egg, which will help me take over the world. However, the egg is located in a tightly guarded area, and to reach there, I need some sort of power and that is lightning. If I were to use my fire power, the people guarding the egg could extinguish it with water.”
“What do ya mean, your fire?” Matt said perplexed.
Vick chuckled and said, “Better not get burned.” He moved his arms in a weird motion. All of a sudden, a fire blast erupted out of his hand and crashed onto the roof.
Matt had just barely moved himself and Blake out of the way before the fire ball hit the rooftop. Matt, after putting Blake in a safe place, shot a lighting wave at Vick’s hand. Vick, however, blocked off the shot by using fire. Matt volt tackled the man on the back, sending him to the ground. Using that split second, Matt shot yet another ball to tackle Vick. Vick sprang up, and created a fire beam that blasted Matt into a side gate, knocking him down. Vick said, “I will give you one last chance. Surrender, or face the consequences, M-” He was interrupted by a lightning shot that smacked his stomach.
Vick could not move, for he was paralyzed. Matt took the advantage and blasted a lighting beam at the lightning detector, smashing it into bits. “There, Vick. Now you will never be able to find me!”
Vick struggled to move. He was paralyzed, he could not move. Then he struggled to move his hands. He successfully was able to shot a fire ball, which not only disabled his paralyzes, but also knocked Matt to the ground.
A fierce battle emerged between them. Vick was shooting fire balls and Matt was concentrated on lightning balls. All of a sudden, a lighting ray shot out of Matt’s eyeball. The ray blast Vick through the heart, sending him spiraling to death. Matt froze with terror. He killed Vick, single-handedly.
Dennis who saw this was screaming in terror. In a sudden outrage of fury, Dennis smacked Matt to the ground. Matt got up and shot another eye ray that smashed Dennis to the ground, temporarily unconscious. Using that time, Matt picked up Blake and flew out of the mansion.
Vick’s dinosaur dream was done. Matt had earned his day’s rest.
Saturday, June 23, 2007
Chapter Seven - The Haunted Mansion
Matt walked past his mother’s room, double checking to make sure that she was sound asleep; she was. Quietly so not even the motion detector can hear his vibrations, Matt slipped out of the house into the cold barren night. He seldom ever went out in the night, around 12:00. The gale wind whipped Matt in the cheeks as he slowly walked down to the house of the Tecks family.
He heard a cat prowling around, looking at Matt with its big, yellow eyes. No way he was going to use lightning to get to his friend’s house. It was too risky for someone one might see him flying in the cold night.
Meanwhile, back in the lab, Dr. Vick was strumming his beard.
“Dennis,” Vick cried.
“Y…Yes Mr. Vick, sir.” Dennis said fumbling into view.
“I need a diabolical plan to get rid of the boy.”
“What boy?”
“You IDIOT!” Vick roared, “the lightning boy, Matt Wu. I need a plan to get his powers. I need his powers to steal the dinosaur egg and unleash it.”
“But…-”
“Shut up, I got a plan.” Vick’s eyes gleamed like fire. “A vigorous plan!”
Matt arrived at his destination. With his knuckles, he knocked on the wood door. He then rang the doorbell. DING-DONG!
Mrs. Tecks arrived at the door, looking depressed and somewhat mad. “Hi, Matt. Remember?, Blake is not…”
“Here, I know that. Listen, I wanna go on the quest to the mansion, confront who ever, and save my friend.”
“Matt,” Mrs. Tecks said in a mournful voice, “you are jus’ a kid.”
“Let me try.” Matt said.
“I cannot say no, can I?” Mrs. Tecks said.
“Nope.” The door closed and Matt, with a triumph expression, briskly walked down to the street of Nenen. The night seemed to be going by quickly; if it became daytime, then everyone would see Matt using his powers. He did not want that to happen. The sign said that Nenen was ½ mile away. He was almost to his arrival spot: The Haunted Mansion. He then saw a laboratory that was coming up ahead.
He then somehow thought if Dr. Vick would be following him. He glanced back. No one was there. “Phew.” Matt quickened his pace; two hours until 7:30, the time that most people wake up at. Then, he saw it.
The Haunted Mansion stood, up ahead, looking tall and…ugly. It was covered with filth and dust. There were cobwebs under the roof, and spiders dangling on the windows. Not a good place to sleep in, he thought. Shrugging to himself, Matt walked up the steps to the gate that led to the door of the mansion. He had to somehow get through the gate. How? Could he barge the gate open with his fists, or maybe use lightning to smack down the hinges, causing the gate to collapse…
Matt double checked to make sure no one was looking. He then smacked the gate with a lightning blast that burned the gate to almost ashes. Thinking no one saw him, Matt walked to the door.
Indeed, no one did see Matt using lightning. However, some one realized that Matt used lightning. Dr. Vick was squealing, “Matt did lightning. Yeah, now I know where Matt is: On Nenen Street, on his way to the Haunted Mansion. Hey Dennis, get your fat buttocks up, we are going to the mansion!”
“Yes Sir.”
“Matt is going to have a little surprise when he gets to the mansion.” Vick said laughing. “Matt Wu, you are going down!!”
He heard a cat prowling around, looking at Matt with its big, yellow eyes. No way he was going to use lightning to get to his friend’s house. It was too risky for someone one might see him flying in the cold night.
Meanwhile, back in the lab, Dr. Vick was strumming his beard.
“Dennis,” Vick cried.
“Y…Yes Mr. Vick, sir.” Dennis said fumbling into view.
“I need a diabolical plan to get rid of the boy.”
“What boy?”
“You IDIOT!” Vick roared, “the lightning boy, Matt Wu. I need a plan to get his powers. I need his powers to steal the dinosaur egg and unleash it.”
“But…-”
“Shut up, I got a plan.” Vick’s eyes gleamed like fire. “A vigorous plan!”
Matt arrived at his destination. With his knuckles, he knocked on the wood door. He then rang the doorbell. DING-DONG!
Mrs. Tecks arrived at the door, looking depressed and somewhat mad. “Hi, Matt. Remember?, Blake is not…”
“Here, I know that. Listen, I wanna go on the quest to the mansion, confront who ever, and save my friend.”
“Matt,” Mrs. Tecks said in a mournful voice, “you are jus’ a kid.”
“Let me try.” Matt said.
“I cannot say no, can I?” Mrs. Tecks said.
“Nope.” The door closed and Matt, with a triumph expression, briskly walked down to the street of Nenen. The night seemed to be going by quickly; if it became daytime, then everyone would see Matt using his powers. He did not want that to happen. The sign said that Nenen was ½ mile away. He was almost to his arrival spot: The Haunted Mansion. He then saw a laboratory that was coming up ahead.
He then somehow thought if Dr. Vick would be following him. He glanced back. No one was there. “Phew.” Matt quickened his pace; two hours until 7:30, the time that most people wake up at. Then, he saw it.
The Haunted Mansion stood, up ahead, looking tall and…ugly. It was covered with filth and dust. There were cobwebs under the roof, and spiders dangling on the windows. Not a good place to sleep in, he thought. Shrugging to himself, Matt walked up the steps to the gate that led to the door of the mansion. He had to somehow get through the gate. How? Could he barge the gate open with his fists, or maybe use lightning to smack down the hinges, causing the gate to collapse…
Matt double checked to make sure no one was looking. He then smacked the gate with a lightning blast that burned the gate to almost ashes. Thinking no one saw him, Matt walked to the door.
Indeed, no one did see Matt using lightning. However, some one realized that Matt used lightning. Dr. Vick was squealing, “Matt did lightning. Yeah, now I know where Matt is: On Nenen Street, on his way to the Haunted Mansion. Hey Dennis, get your fat buttocks up, we are going to the mansion!”
“Yes Sir.”
“Matt is going to have a little surprise when he gets to the mansion.” Vick said laughing. “Matt Wu, you are going down!!”
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Chapter Six - Dr. Vick's Evil Plot
Dr. Vick stood at the chemistry table, peering at the test tubes with a frowned expression. “One of these test tubes contains iodine, and one has sugar. If I can just find them, I can create Sulyturz acid, which possibly can convince the scientists to hand me the last dinosaur egg on Reshna. Then, I will burn the egg, forcing the dinosaur to hatch. Then, I’ll add growth acid on it, and make it a real adult dinosaur. Then, I can…”
“Dr. Vick,” said Vick’s assistant Dennis. “I have the l…”
“Shut up and bring me the device.” Dr. Vick beamed with excitement as he tasted iodine and sugar. It had a dulcet smell, which made him even more excited. He took the iodine and carefully tipped the element into the sugar. A sizzling sound was heard and the sugar dissolved into the iodine, which became liquid. He tipped some mercury into the solution and added some poison liquid. He then put the experiment into the freezer. He looked back and saw Dennis walking with the device crammed into his hands.
“Here it is.” Dennis said, “The lightning device.”
“The device that will help me locate sources of lightning. My device says that it found someone who is holding a huge amount of lightning. RECORD PLAY!”
The device said, “11:34 p.m., lightning blast caused by 11 year old Matt Wu, who lives on Neckraw Street.”
Dr. Vick smiled viciously and laughed. “My lightning machine works! If I can harness this power, I can not only have a dinosaur, but I can kill all the people who called me names. Know what this means, Dennis?”
“What?”
“My god, how dumb are you? REVENGE, Dennis, REVENGE!” Vick walked to a large dinosaur drawing. “You will be mine, Matt Wu. Dennis, turn on the jeep. Our expedition begins now. Matt, you’re going DOWN.” Vick went in the jeep and laughed.
The jeep turned onto the road and started moving. Dennis said, “Tell me where to go.”
“Make a right on Gazeer Road.” The jeep headed ninety degrees right, causing Dr. Vick to shout at Dennis, for he had veered right to quickly. “Left on Seam Way.” The car went again in a sharp turn. “You bamboozle, can’t you drive properly?”
“Sorry.”
The car went in another series of sharp turns, which made Dr. Vick shout again. Finally, they arrived…
Matt was on his bed, reading a magazine called Lightning. Then he heard the sound of a car stopping on the driveway. Matt looked at the window and saw two guys staring right at him. One of them smiled and cracked his knuckles. “AAGH!” Matt said, hoping that no one heard him. He quickly loped down to the backyard, and looked again. The men were still looking at Matt’s window. “Bad Guys,” he murmured. He shot a small lightning bolt, which shattered the front glass of Vick’s car.
“Damn, MY CAR! I…” Vick stopped, because his lightning detector was beeping. “Lightning nearby,” he said. “Matt.” Vick stepped out, holding a gun like device.
Matt flew behind a tall pine tree, and shot a small ball of energy. Vick dodged, spotted Matt, and shot a bullet from his gun. It missed by an inch. Matt shot a bolt, and Vick shot a bullet. The two objects collided, forming a bomb that exploded into the sky. Both the humans were not hurt. Matt shot a huge energy bolt that missed Vick, but hit Dennis. He fell.
“YOU KILLED MY ASSISTANT, YOU ID…AARG!” An electric ball smacked him to the ground. Blood gushed out of him, as he said, “ASTA LA VISTA...” He fell.
Matt stared. He killed two people. He gasped and ran back in the house, after hiding the blood and the men. What he failed to see was that Dr. Vick’s hands were still moving, and Dennis’s heart was still beating…
As soon as Matt reached his room, the phone rang. “Hello?”
“Please press 1 to hear this record.” Matt pressed 5. “This is Mrs. Tecks. We are offering one hundred dollars for anyone who can find Blake.” The line went dead.
“I’ll do it.” He said, and left.
“Dr. Vick,” said Vick’s assistant Dennis. “I have the l…”
“Shut up and bring me the device.” Dr. Vick beamed with excitement as he tasted iodine and sugar. It had a dulcet smell, which made him even more excited. He took the iodine and carefully tipped the element into the sugar. A sizzling sound was heard and the sugar dissolved into the iodine, which became liquid. He tipped some mercury into the solution and added some poison liquid. He then put the experiment into the freezer. He looked back and saw Dennis walking with the device crammed into his hands.
“Here it is.” Dennis said, “The lightning device.”
“The device that will help me locate sources of lightning. My device says that it found someone who is holding a huge amount of lightning. RECORD PLAY!”
The device said, “11:34 p.m., lightning blast caused by 11 year old Matt Wu, who lives on Neckraw Street.”
Dr. Vick smiled viciously and laughed. “My lightning machine works! If I can harness this power, I can not only have a dinosaur, but I can kill all the people who called me names. Know what this means, Dennis?”
“What?”
“My god, how dumb are you? REVENGE, Dennis, REVENGE!” Vick walked to a large dinosaur drawing. “You will be mine, Matt Wu. Dennis, turn on the jeep. Our expedition begins now. Matt, you’re going DOWN.” Vick went in the jeep and laughed.
The jeep turned onto the road and started moving. Dennis said, “Tell me where to go.”
“Make a right on Gazeer Road.” The jeep headed ninety degrees right, causing Dr. Vick to shout at Dennis, for he had veered right to quickly. “Left on Seam Way.” The car went again in a sharp turn. “You bamboozle, can’t you drive properly?”
“Sorry.”
The car went in another series of sharp turns, which made Dr. Vick shout again. Finally, they arrived…
Matt was on his bed, reading a magazine called Lightning. Then he heard the sound of a car stopping on the driveway. Matt looked at the window and saw two guys staring right at him. One of them smiled and cracked his knuckles. “AAGH!” Matt said, hoping that no one heard him. He quickly loped down to the backyard, and looked again. The men were still looking at Matt’s window. “Bad Guys,” he murmured. He shot a small lightning bolt, which shattered the front glass of Vick’s car.
“Damn, MY CAR! I…” Vick stopped, because his lightning detector was beeping. “Lightning nearby,” he said. “Matt.” Vick stepped out, holding a gun like device.
Matt flew behind a tall pine tree, and shot a small ball of energy. Vick dodged, spotted Matt, and shot a bullet from his gun. It missed by an inch. Matt shot a bolt, and Vick shot a bullet. The two objects collided, forming a bomb that exploded into the sky. Both the humans were not hurt. Matt shot a huge energy bolt that missed Vick, but hit Dennis. He fell.
“YOU KILLED MY ASSISTANT, YOU ID…AARG!” An electric ball smacked him to the ground. Blood gushed out of him, as he said, “ASTA LA VISTA...” He fell.
Matt stared. He killed two people. He gasped and ran back in the house, after hiding the blood and the men. What he failed to see was that Dr. Vick’s hands were still moving, and Dennis’s heart was still beating…
As soon as Matt reached his room, the phone rang. “Hello?”
“Please press 1 to hear this record.” Matt pressed 5. “This is Mrs. Tecks. We are offering one hundred dollars for anyone who can find Blake.” The line went dead.
“I’ll do it.” He said, and left.
Friday, February 23, 2007
Chapter Three - The Lightning Storm
Matt woke up after a one hour nap. The sun shimmered in the sky and the blue jays and robins were chirping in the bright sunlight. Matt sighed as he remembered today was a school day, and that meant another six hours of boring Mr. Oren, Matt’s teacher. Everyday, he would speak in that dull voice that reminded Matt of a six hour opera. To Matt, sixth grade was not tough. It was just boring to have a teacher like Mr. Oren and worse, a principal like Mr. Gen. It seemed that the only word he knew was stop. Every time, when a problem happened at school, Mr. Gen would just say, “Students, stop!”
The bell rang and Matt went to room 5. The first hour began… “And we multiply four, three times, because that is what exponents are, children. Remember, exponents are spelled E-X-P-O-N-E-N-T-S. Some people in this classroom say Eaxpoonentes, its exponents. Also, parenthesis…”
“I cannot stand Mr. Oren,” Matt said to his mom.
“Listen, Matt, school is over for the day. Be happy.”
“First, I had a boring day, and now there is a stupid thunder and lightning storm.” Indeed, a lightning storm had started, and every second there was thunder rumbling in the distance.
Thunder boomed in the sky as Matt was enjoying hot chocolate with his mom. Matt stared into the clouds and saw the occasional lightning bolts that struck the trees, igniting them. Of course, that was far away, and Matt could see fire fighters throwing out the flame with hoses filled with water.
Mrs. Wu looked at Matt and said, “That reminds me. Matt, take the garbage out.”
“Mom, there’s a storm out there.”
“Relax, Matt. What could happen?”
Matt walked outside, holding the stinking garbage bag in his hand. There was only one garbage dumpster, which was at the end of Matt’s street.
Unlike most towns, Reshna was a poor city. There weren’t many attractions. Reshna always spent money to buy unnecessary things.
Matt tossed the rotten, dulcet garbage into the trash can that was at the end at the street. Turning around a full 360 degrees, Matt saw a red X mark on the sidewalk, hidden and overshadowed by the trees and shrubs.
Matt peered closer, and saw that it was drawn in a reddish color- perhaps blood. Curiosity got the better of him, so he stuck one of his shoes in the heart of the X mark. Suddenly, lightning bolts that appeared out of no where struck around Matt. Static was created, flowing from the ground to his chest.
One of the accurate bolts struck his chest in the left side, where his heart was. It was a burning sensation; heat and electricity rippled all around his body. He saw exploding stars and flashing lights, as he was loosing his consciousness.
He fell, to the floor…
The bell rang and Matt went to room 5. The first hour began… “And we multiply four, three times, because that is what exponents are, children. Remember, exponents are spelled E-X-P-O-N-E-N-T-S. Some people in this classroom say Eaxpoonentes, its exponents. Also, parenthesis…”
“I cannot stand Mr. Oren,” Matt said to his mom.
“Listen, Matt, school is over for the day. Be happy.”
“First, I had a boring day, and now there is a stupid thunder and lightning storm.” Indeed, a lightning storm had started, and every second there was thunder rumbling in the distance.
Thunder boomed in the sky as Matt was enjoying hot chocolate with his mom. Matt stared into the clouds and saw the occasional lightning bolts that struck the trees, igniting them. Of course, that was far away, and Matt could see fire fighters throwing out the flame with hoses filled with water.
Mrs. Wu looked at Matt and said, “That reminds me. Matt, take the garbage out.”
“Mom, there’s a storm out there.”
“Relax, Matt. What could happen?”
Matt walked outside, holding the stinking garbage bag in his hand. There was only one garbage dumpster, which was at the end of Matt’s street.
Unlike most towns, Reshna was a poor city. There weren’t many attractions. Reshna always spent money to buy unnecessary things.
Matt tossed the rotten, dulcet garbage into the trash can that was at the end at the street. Turning around a full 360 degrees, Matt saw a red X mark on the sidewalk, hidden and overshadowed by the trees and shrubs.
Matt peered closer, and saw that it was drawn in a reddish color- perhaps blood. Curiosity got the better of him, so he stuck one of his shoes in the heart of the X mark. Suddenly, lightning bolts that appeared out of no where struck around Matt. Static was created, flowing from the ground to his chest.
One of the accurate bolts struck his chest in the left side, where his heart was. It was a burning sensation; heat and electricity rippled all around his body. He saw exploding stars and flashing lights, as he was loosing his consciousness.
He fell, to the floor…
Chapter Two - Blake's House
Matt crept down the staircase to the front door. He looked to make sure that his parents were still in bed and opened the door.
It was a clear and frosty night. Even though the sun was about to come out, Matt still felt goose bumps all over his body.
He ran down his driveway and made a left turn onto Gento Street. He darted down Square Avenue and came to a huge house with a huge front door. There were many windows and many balconies.
Matt knocked on the brown door with his bony knuckles.
Knock, Knock, Knock!
“Who is it,” A voice said on the other side of the door.
“Matt Wu.”
The door opened and a young man appeared before him. With a slight nod, he gestured Matt into the house. The house looked splendid inside. There was a diamond chandelier above Matt’s head, a gigantic staircase leading into the second floor, a hallway leading into the kitchen, and a door beneath and right to the chandelier.
Mr. Tecks, who saw that Matt had arrived, took him inside the door. The three arrived at a small room with three chairs and a huge plasma screen television set.
“It’s so glad you came, Matt,” He said, “Mrs. Tecks is very sad and would be happy if you were to answer a few questions.”
Matt took a seat and looked at the TV. He was always jealous about the fact that Blake’s parents were outrageously rich.
“Matt,” Mrs. Tecks said, “as you know, we put a camera in Blake’s room since the day he started doing weird things in his room.”
She played the footage. At first the screen showed nothing but Blake’s bed and Blake sleeping inside it. Then, a creature appeared in the room. It suddenly transformed into a familiar pink-blue monster. The monster swiped Blake. They both disappeared.
Matt gasped. The same thing happened in his dream!
The young man said, “Sorry for not introducing myself. I am Jim and this is my friend Gelyn. We are part of a group that helps locate missing children. Do you know anything about this strange event?”
Matt quickly told them about his dream. “Well,” Gelyn said, “that’s odd.”
Matt then said, “The mansion is called The Haunted Mansion.” He remembered the name of the mansion from his dream.
Gelyn typed The Haunted Mansion on his laptop. “The Haunted Mansion is located in the outskirt of a town called Nenen. People who live nearby say that ghosts and goblins live in the deserted mansion.” Everybody looked frightened.
“Matt,” Mrs. Tecks said, “if it wasn’t for you, we wouldn’t even know where Blake would be. You may go.”
Matt smiled and sprinted home. He quietly inserted his key into the front door. He tiptoed upstairs and quietly went back to sleep. It was 6:30.
It was a clear and frosty night. Even though the sun was about to come out, Matt still felt goose bumps all over his body.
He ran down his driveway and made a left turn onto Gento Street. He darted down Square Avenue and came to a huge house with a huge front door. There were many windows and many balconies.
Matt knocked on the brown door with his bony knuckles.
Knock, Knock, Knock!
“Who is it,” A voice said on the other side of the door.
“Matt Wu.”
The door opened and a young man appeared before him. With a slight nod, he gestured Matt into the house. The house looked splendid inside. There was a diamond chandelier above Matt’s head, a gigantic staircase leading into the second floor, a hallway leading into the kitchen, and a door beneath and right to the chandelier.
Mr. Tecks, who saw that Matt had arrived, took him inside the door. The three arrived at a small room with three chairs and a huge plasma screen television set.
“It’s so glad you came, Matt,” He said, “Mrs. Tecks is very sad and would be happy if you were to answer a few questions.”
Matt took a seat and looked at the TV. He was always jealous about the fact that Blake’s parents were outrageously rich.
“Matt,” Mrs. Tecks said, “as you know, we put a camera in Blake’s room since the day he started doing weird things in his room.”
She played the footage. At first the screen showed nothing but Blake’s bed and Blake sleeping inside it. Then, a creature appeared in the room. It suddenly transformed into a familiar pink-blue monster. The monster swiped Blake. They both disappeared.
Matt gasped. The same thing happened in his dream!
The young man said, “Sorry for not introducing myself. I am Jim and this is my friend Gelyn. We are part of a group that helps locate missing children. Do you know anything about this strange event?”
Matt quickly told them about his dream. “Well,” Gelyn said, “that’s odd.”
Matt then said, “The mansion is called The Haunted Mansion.” He remembered the name of the mansion from his dream.
Gelyn typed The Haunted Mansion on his laptop. “The Haunted Mansion is located in the outskirt of a town called Nenen. People who live nearby say that ghosts and goblins live in the deserted mansion.” Everybody looked frightened.
“Matt,” Mrs. Tecks said, “if it wasn’t for you, we wouldn’t even know where Blake would be. You may go.”
Matt smiled and sprinted home. He quietly inserted his key into the front door. He tiptoed upstairs and quietly went back to sleep. It was 6:30.
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