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 Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2010 4:53 pm
Dustynn walked back upstairs. The meeting wasn't going to start up again for another half an hour or so, so there was no sense in waiting downstairs. Marissa was sitting outside the door, her headphones plugged in with her iPod laying down next to her. Her eyes were closed, but as soon as Dustynn came within ten yards of her, they opened and looked in his direction.
The gang leader nodded his head in her direction, then walked inside. Was it just his vision, or was the room red? He noticed Olan was laying on the bed, fear in his eyes.
"Olan...?" Dustynn asked, then he heard it. A sinister voice, one that sounded very much like his father on the phone. Okay, it wasn't that sinister, but it was still very much frightening. This voice however, sent shivers down his back, and even engulfed his own mind in fear. What the hell was in the room?
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Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2010 5:23 pm
As soon as Dustynn spoke the presence seemed to disappear right away. The room returned to its original color and whatever was on the bed that had gotten on a moment ago was gone.
Olan sighed in relief, but he was still shivering from what had happened earlier. Just who was in here? Who did that person think he was? And how did he manage to come in and exit so quickly? The only way to answer those questions, he knew, was to ask the intruder, which he had no intention of doing. In fact, he hoped he would never see the person, if the intruder was a person, again.
Slowly he peeked out from under the sheets and he saw the gang leader at the door. Though Olan wanted nothing more than to tell him what was in the room, he found that he couldn't speak. His first thought was that his voice was stolen, but maybe he was just still trapped in fear because there was no way the intruder could just go and make him mute.
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Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2010 5:40 pm
The room returned to it's normal colors, the red tint disappearing immediately. The room also got colder suddenly, as if the entire room had been heated. But there were not heaters in the room, and the window was open.
"Olan...?" Dustynn repeated, walking over to the bed. The boy slowly peeked out from under the covers, which allowed Dustynn a short sigh of relief. But then the boy didn't say anything, it was almost as if he was mute. "Olan, is something wrong?" Dustynn asked, crouching down to look at the boy.
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Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2010 5:54 pm
Olan tried to explain what had happened earlier, but as soon as he opened his mouth all that came out was air. No words, no sound, nothing. He then began to panic. What was happening to him? How come he couldn't speak? Had their been some kind of gas in the room that took away his ability to speak?
He looked at Dustynn with eyes that practically screamed "Help me!" It seemed as if the encounter with the intruder had caused him to lose his voice either logically or illogically, but he didn't bother to think which was which. Before he knew it, he was hyperventilating.
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2010 12:55 pm
Fear tinted the older boy's appearance, and he called out for Marissa to get some help. The younger girl came inside with a medical kit, which Dustynn had to look at with a puzzled expression.
"He can't speak, and he's hyperventilating, and you bring a first-aid kit?" Dustynn growled, stroking the younger boy's head with a soft hand. He motioned for the girl to get out and leave them along, rolling Olan onto his back; doing this in the hopes of slowing his breathing.
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2010 1:52 pm
Olan calmed a little as he felt Dustynn's hand running over him, but his breathing didn't slow until he was rolled onto his back. He was glad that the gang leader was there with him. At least his presence would slim the chance of the stranger returning anytime soon.
However, he was still paranoid. It seemed to have been very easy for the stranger to enter the room without a noise. In that case he could easily catch Dustynn by surprise and whatever may happen next Olan didn't want to know.
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2010 1:56 pm
Using two fingers, the gang leader pushed against Olan's neck, searching for a pulse. He found one, loud and clear, and beating extremely quick. The younger boy was flushed red, as if he was nervous or scared about something.
"Olan... shake your head yes or no to the following questions." Dustynn said quietly, placing his hand on the younger boy's stomach. "Was somebody in here?" He asked, looking at the open window skeptically.
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2010 2:26 pm
Olan nodded shakily at the gang leader's question, though a feeling of dread followed. For some reason he felt that he shouldn't be letting Dustynn know this, but it may be because the stranger sounded terrifying. He had never seen the stranger, so he can't assume that the voice officially meant that the he was terrible, right?
Hesitantly, Olan looked at the window in hopes of finding nothing there. He had no need to deny that he was scared. Both him and Dustynn don't know who the mysterious stranger is nor do they know what he can do.
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2010 2:48 pm
"Did you see him?" Dustynn asked, although he sort of knew the answer already. The boy looked so frightened, and Dustynn had only heard a voice. From what he already knew about the younger boy, it was that he was more frightened of voices than he was frightened of faces.
Of course, the stranger could have pressed a weapon to the back of his neck. That would have scared anybody into near death fright. He ran his hand through Olan's hair again in a comforting manner.
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2010 3:01 pm
Olan shook his head as he heard Dustynn's question. He was partially glad that he didn't see the intruder's face, otherwise he'd probably be dead. Most people that sounded sadistic didn't want anyone seeing them lest they wanted to be described to other people and eventually caught. Well, that was his assumption of the stranger's personality.
As Olan felt the gang leader's hand running through his hair he couldn't help but lose some of his anxiety. Right now he was somewhat contented, but he knew the feeling wouldn't stay long. The stranger would most likely come back. It seemed he believed that Olan would be useful, but for what?
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 11:07 am
Dustynn nodded, a half smile gracing his features. But it didn't last long, as the next question came to his lips before he could even think it through. "Have you ever met this person before? Felt their presence?" He asked. He was almost one hundred percent sure that Olan would have met this person before, but never actually made contact with them. How is that possible? Because a room cannot turn red by a mere mortal. It had to be a spirit or something, it just had to be.
He stopped combing the younger boy's hair with his hand, turning to look out the window again. The sun just about high noon, the meeting would be starting very soon. But Dustynn wasn't going down alone to go to the meeting. Marissa was coming down, and one other person.
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 11:21 am
Olan thought for a moment about Dustynn's question. Had he felt the presence of the person? Well, of course he didn't meet the person, so he shook his head at that question, but what about the presence? It was oddly familiar, but he had never felt it before. At the second question he shrugged. No, he had never met or felt the presence of the stranger, but he somehow recognized it and knew he had to be scared instead of curious. It wasn't like he'd be curious toward a stranger, but he definitely knew that he had to be afraid.
Then a thought struck him and his eyes widened. Now he remembered where he felt the presence. Of course he'd felt it before if he was able to recognize it! He always felt that presence in his former room before the disaster! Well, that explains why he was usually afraid to go to sleep alone, but why him of all people? Couldn't the stranger go after someone else?
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 11:37 am
Dustynn was a bit disappointed after watching Olan shake his head and shrug his shoulders. Then he watched the boy's eyes widen, and he knew that Olan had thought of something. He patted the younger boy's head kindly, then picked him up and began walking out of the room.
"You did well." He said quietly, opening the door and walking outside. Marissa immediately stood up, and began walking down the stairs as soon as she saw Olan in Dustynn's arms. The three made it to the bottom, much to everyone else's surprise.
"Who's the boy toy, Loch-sama?" Sheila asked, eyeing Olan like he was a meal or something. Tori watched with sickening fascination while Michael had his eyes locked on his gang leader.
"I could ask you the same question." Dustynn smirked, eyeing Michael as he set Olan down on the couch. "He's my little brother, not my 'boy toy'. His name is Olan." The gang leader muttered, stroking the back of Olan's head lightly. "But as you can see, he has a medical disorder. He's a mute." Dustynn said with a stoic expression, glaring Sheila down.
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 12:11 pm
Olan had blushed when Dustynn picked him up, but now he was in a room he never saw before. There were three people he didn't recognize, and he shivered when two of them stared at him with strange eyes. He had to hide his face to avoid the strange stairs in their eyes.
"Please stop looking at me," Olan wanted to say to the new people, but since he was now mute he could only mouth the words. It wasn't like anyone could read his lips since he was hiding his face away. Looking at Dustynn with uncomfortable eyes, Olan tried to let the gang leader know how he was feeling at this moment.
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 1:04 pm
Dustynn sensed an uncomfortable aura radiating from his 'brother', and he looked down and smiled at him. "It'll be over soon, trust me." He said quietly, looking toward the door as more people came in. The central gang was just about the meanest and possibly the most powerful gang around. They were also shut out from everything else, just like Dustynn's gang. It was no surprise when they glared at Dustynn as if he was the new kid in school.
"Who are you?" The leader asked, his eyes scanning every square inch of the purple haired boy. Dustynn smiled lightly, although his eyes didn't smile along. Dustynn stood up, walking over to the gang leader and his 'posy'. "What happened to Shiah Devans? You ain't Shiah Devans!" The leader said, glaring at Dustynn.
Dustynn smirked, looking up at the older boy. "My name is Dustynn Loch. I am the new leader of this gang." He said, putting his hand out for the other leader, who took it reticently. "Shiah was a friend of mine. Unfortunately, he met an early end, so I took over for him." Dustynn said quietly.
He went about introducing everybody to the gang leader, everybody including Olan. Again, he introduced him as his little brother with the medical disorder. He hoped that Olan didn't mind, since it was better than being his 'boy toy'.
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