Here's the second chapter to that new fanfiction I started:
11 years ago. Woglinde Middle School. Chaos’s head swam jerked this way and that as he struggled to get it out of the toilet bowl.
“Swirly!! Swirly!! Swirly!! Swirly!! Swirly!! Swirly!! Swirly!! Swirly!!” the eight boys chanted as they held him down in the toilet stall.
They flushed the toilet again, and dragged his head up.
“AAAGGHH!!” Chaos yelled.
“Swirly!! Swirly!! Swirly!! Swirly!!” the boys chanted.
“Don’t hear you being a smartmouth now, Ridgeley one of the boys yelled.
Chaos gasped for breath.
“Yeah! What was that, smartmouth?” another of the boys asked.
“Didn’t,” Chaos coughed. “say anything.”
“Right, you didn’t,” another of the boys agreed.
BOOM! All the boys turned to see who had slammed open the door. There stood Ziggarut 8, better known as Ziggy. Ziggy was a cyborg from a bygone era. At the time, he was losing touch with his human side. However, with Chaos’s help he was slowly, re-adapting to life, by going to school, learning how to look out for himself, and gain new friends.
He had sleeked back, blonde hair, and grayish blue eyes. He had a firm jaw, probably due to cybernetic enhancements, and was very fit. Both arms were mechanical, but he only concealed one of them with a black glove. His entire lower torso was entirely machine.
He was wearing a orange, long-sleeve shirt that had the numbers 89 on it, and wore a grayish-blue button down shirt. On his lower torso, he wore blue jeans to cover it up, and had brown size eleven shoes on.
“What I tell you guys?” Ziggy asked, glaring at the eight boys.
“Come on, 8, we were just…”
“What I tell you guys?” Ziggy asked again, walking over to the boys.
“What do you care?” asked one of the boys.
“Come on, man,” another of the boys said.
“I said you leave him alone,” Ziggy answered, sticking his face in front of the second boy’s.
“What do you care?” the second boy said, his eyes growing wider by the second.
Ziggy grabbed the second boy by the collar.
“Okay, all right,” the second boy said, with fear in his voice. “Hey, hey AAGGHH!!”
“What did I say?!!” Ziggy growled, swinging the boy into the wall.
Chaos sniffed, as he got to his knees. All the boys ran out leaving Ziggy and Chaos in the bathroom alone. Chaos sniffed again, as he looked up at Ziggy. Chaos’s hair was a mess. It was soaked and looked like someone made a failed attempt at spiking it.
“Come on…” Ziggy said, extending his hand.
Chaos made a weak smile.
“OH MY GOD!! WHAT HAPPENED?!”
Pleroma was a asteroid, that 80 humans had recently colonized on. It was also Chaos’s and Ziggy’s home. Chaos had a half bloody tissue clogged up his nose.
“Nothing,” Chaos replied.
“What happened?” Juli asked.
“Nothing,” Chaos answered again.
“What’s wrong with your hair?” Juli asked.
Chaos’s hair was dryer now, and seemed to be returning to its usual state: Bangs going all the way back to his ears, a cow lick, and the rest of it flowing backwards.
“Nothing,” Chaos answered again.
“Don’t give me that,” Juli said finally.
Chaos’s house was a mess. A monopoly game was on the floor, candles and books were sitting on top of the tv, and one of his little sisters was making a huge mess of her doll, by smashing onto a wooded chair repeatedly. Chaos now had three sisters. One was smashing her doll to pieces, another was using a hoolahoop in the middle of the tv room, and the other was nowhere to be seen. She must have been in her room at the time.
Their dog was sitting on the stairs wagging its tail, and Allen, Chaos’s father was exiting the kitchen, drying his hands.
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!
The face of the doll, broke in two, and Chaos’s younger sister started crying.
“What happened this time?” Allen asked grumpily, still wiping his hands.
His hair was now slightly gray. Not surprising, with four children and a dog.
“Nothing, sir,” Chaos answered.
“Something happened…” Allen muttered.
“Wasn’t my fault,” Chaos said, staring at his father sadly.
Allen’s face brightened as he saw Ziggy standing in behind Chaos and Juli.
“Never met a kid gets into more trouble than you and doesn’t do nothing,” Allen said, putting a hand around Ziggy’s shoulder.
“Just some of the kids form school having some fun, Mr. Ridgeley,” Ziggy explained.
“You take care of it for him, Ziggy?” Allen asked, proudly.
“I ended it,” Ziggy said, correcting him.
“You smack them around?” Allen asked with a smile on his face.
“Little bit,” Ziggy answered.
“Good for you. That’s why you’re the 8 Ball,” Allen Ridgeley said.
“The what?” Ziggy asked.
“That’s what the dads are calling you. You’re Ziggy 8, the 8 Ball, baddest linebacker we have, ever had, on the team,” Allen explained.
“’8 Ball,’” Ziggy said, toying with the name in his mind.
“You staying for dinner?” Allen asked.
“I have to call my mom,” Ziggy answered.
“Call your mom,” Allen ordered. “Did you see the Spells?”
Chaos watched as his father had a grand old time with his best friend and ignored Chaos completely.
“Oh, yeah. It was a nightmare,” Ziggy answered, feeling a little more comfortable.
“I was laughing it was so bad,” Allen chuckled.
Later that evening, Allen was working in his room. He skipped dinner and headed straight for his room. His mother entered holding a tray of tomato soup, and a glass of orange juice.
“Sweetie, you have to eat dinner,” his mother said.
Chaos didn’t even notice his mother was there and kept on working.
“Sweetie, I want you to eat this,” his mother said.
“Hmm?” Chaos said, looking up from his desk.
“Sweetie, you have to eat and you have to talk to me when I talk to you,” Juli said, sitting down on his bed.
“Okay,” Chaos said, taking the tray.
“You want to talk about the bullies?” Juli asked.
“Do you?” Chaos asked, turning toward his mother.
“You know, sweetie, you… You can talk to mommy about things that bother you,” Juli said, avoiding the question.
“I know,” Chaos replied.
“ I love you, you know,” Juli said.
“HEY!! HEY!!” Allen shouted from the doorway.
He had his reading glasses on, and was holding a dismantled blender.
“Hey!! Hey, you do this? Why am I asking? Of course you did this! What I tell you about pulling apart the phones?” Allen asked, with rage.
“That’s not a phone,” Chaos replied.
“I know it’s not a phone!!” Allen snapped.
“Allen…” Juli muttered.
“I don’t want you pulling apart the stuff in this house!! This is the last time I’m going to tell you,” Allen snapped. “Now I can’t… I can’t… What was this?” Allen asked, bewildered.
“It’s the blender,” Chaos answered.
“Fix it! Or you’re buying a new one right out of your allowance,” Allen said, smashing it down onto the tray, breaking it.
“I… All I…” Chaos stuttered. “I needed the motor to…”
“Put it back! And clean this pigsty!” Allen growled.
“What is it?” Ziggy asked.
“I don’t have a name for it,” Chaos said.
There sat a turquoise machine, composed of a platform, a small keypad, built onto the side of it, and two poles, made of the same color, that met each at the above center of the platform, that was made out of a coat hanger, the base of each pole protruding from opposite corners of the platform.
“Well, what does it do? And talk to me as if I am someone who never knows what you are talking about,” Ziggy requested.
“Okay, I’ll tell you but I don’t want you to tell anybody,” Chaos said.
“Okay,” Ziggy said.
Chaos and Ziggy were in Allen’s garage. They weren’t supposed to be in there, let alone be using his tools, but they didn’t care. Plus, Chaos had a “no-tell” deal with oldest younger sister.
“Promise,” Chaos ordered.
“Promise,” Ziggy said.
“Double promise?” Chaos asked suspiciously.
“Okay,” Ziggy agreed.
“Say the words,” Chaos demanded.
“I double promise,” Ziggy said.
“You double, double promise?” Chaos asked.
“Dude…” Ziggy muttered.
“Okay. So… I’ve been working on this for a while… And I am pretty sure I got it,” Chaos said, laying out a blueprint. “I think I found another plane of existence.”
Ziggy pondered this for a moment. Chaos smiled at Ziggy.
“A what?” Ziggy asked, confused.
“I think I found another… Let’s say for the sake of simplicity; Let’s say I found… another dimension. Another zone of… of existence,” Chaos explained.
“Can I, uh, see it?” Ziggy asked.
“I wish. That would take… that would take an oscillator camera the size of a… a… a asteroid! That would be awesome,” Chaos said.
“So, where is ti? This dimension of yours,” Ziggy asked.
“It’s right here,” Chaos said extending his arms out.
“In your garage?” Ziggy asked.
“No, no, it’s… it’s everywhere. It’s all around us. There’s, well, there’s any number of dimensions of… of time and space right on top of us and next to us and under us and around the one that we live in,” Chaos answered. “We live in this one and we’re genetically custom-made to fit here, on this plane. And, well, right next to us, right here, right now…”
“…is any number of other places and times,” Chaos finished reaching for a blow-torch. “Any number of them. I mean, this is common knowledge. This is… yeah.”
“We just can’t see of feel them. But they’re there… They’ve always been there,” Chaos said.
“Dude, you are freaking me out,” Ziggy said, staring at Chaos.
“The dimension closest to ours, though… This dimension is probably the most like ours in the sense that it is fit to carry some sort of carbon-based life-form,” Chaos explained reaching for a pair of goggles. “But it might be an anti-matter zone. So who knows if there’s any life in it at all. Right? But it is here, right here, and I’m going to build this and hopefully, with some trial and error, I’m going to begin phase seven.”
“Phase seven?” Ziggy asked.
“Simply put, I’m going to breach the dimension barrier and send them some stuff. Some toys, maybe some food. (Some candy bars,)” Chaos explained.
“You’re going to send candy bars to another dimension?” Ziggy asked.
“You know what? Maybe not candy. Because, really, I haven’t worked out that level of calculation. Who knows what happens when you send a… a nougat cluster or chocolate into a negative dimension. I could be sending them a bomb for all I know… or poison,” Chaos said.
“Sure…” Ziggy said, pretending to understand.
“I’ll probably send them a couple of toys,” Chaos finished.
“Why would you send them your toys?” Ziggy asked.
“Just to say hi,” Chaos answered, shrugging.
“Uh, you’re not going to go and try to send yourself, are you?” Ziggy asked.
“Not this year,” Chaos said, with a clever smile on his face.
“But you want to,” Ziggy said.
“You don’t?” Chaos asked.
There was an awkward silence between the two of them.
“I don’t even know what we’re talking about. I just came here for some Trig help,” Ziggy finally said, breaking the silence.
“You’re not allowed to touch that,” said a cold emotionless voice, from behind them.
There stood Kelsey, Chaos’s oldest younger sister. She looked even weirder than Chaos did. She dyed her hair bright blue, and had glowing red eyes ever since birth. She was thin and slender, and despite the fact that she was only in 7th grade, she purposely wore things to eccentuate her breasts. Her favorite color white, as you could tell, by her shirt, pants, and high-heels.
“You’re going to get in trouble,” Kelsey said, twirling one end of her jump rope, in her hand.
“Kelsey, I though we had a deal,” Chaos said pleadingly.
“What deal?” Kelsey asked innocently.
“A ‘no tell’ deal,” Chaos answered.
“Only if you take me with you when you go,” Kelsey said.
“Kelsey!” Chaos snapped.
“Only if you promise to take me,” Kelsey said.
“I’m not going anywhere,” Chaos said.
“I know. When you do,” Kelsey replied.
“No,” Chaos said.
“Then I’m telling,” Kelsey replied.
“You. Suck,” Chaos said.
“Don’t swear,” Kelsey said, glaring at Chaos. “Now promise you are going to take me or I’m telling that you swore and that you’re using Daddy’s things,” Kelsey explained, putting her foot down.
“Okay!” Chaos snapped turning around.
“Yay,” Kelsey said, cheerfully.
“God!!” Chaos said, his temper rising. “Now, get out!”
Later that night, Chaos and Ziggy were still in the garage. It was 7:30 at night, at Ziggy was trying to get Chaos help him with his trigonometry.
“Okay, the first one is cos…” Ziggy muttered.
“You really should try to learn this stuff yourself because…”
“The only person on the planet that needs to know this stuff is you, so cut me some slack,” Ziggy said.
“It’s pretty interesting on its…”
“Please, please just tell me what cos 2a equals,” Ziggy pleaded.
“cos2 a – sin2 a = 1 -2sin squared a= 2 cos2 a – 1,” Chaos explained.
“a squared =b squared + c squared?” Ziggy asked.
“2 bc cos a,” Chaos answered. “Multiplication of complex numbers in Trig form: (r cis q)(s cis j) = rs cis (q+j).”
It was midnight. Ziggy was gone, sleeping soundly in his own bed. The only light on in the Ridgeley house was Chaos’s. It was quiet. BOOM!!! All the lights in the Ridgeley house switched on.
“What was that?”
“Oh, my!”
“What was that?!”
“Daddy!!”
“Kelsey!!”
“What was that?”
“Chaos??”
Allen barged into Chaos’s room. There was Chaos sitting on his floor, red, yellow, and orange smoke, protruding from the platform he had built, that was sitting on his desk.
“What are you doing?” Allen shouted.
“Dad!” Kelsey called.
“It’s okay, honey. Stay in your room,” Juli called back.
“Are you hurt?” Juli asked.
“Are you out of your mind?! It’s midnight!! What are you doing??!!” Allen shouted.
“Stop yelling, Allen,” Juli ordered.
“How much more of this crap do I have to put up with?? What is wrong with you??” Allen asked, ignoring Juli.
“Stop it,” Juli ordered.
“There aren’t words to describe how #$%%ing grounded you are, kid. You got that?!” Allen shouted.
“Dad, I just… I found a way to break the…”
“I don’t want to hear it!! Not another word!!” Allen shouted.
“Oh, whew, you’re still here,” Kelsey said wiping sweat off her forehead.
“Living in a madhouse!!” Allen shouted, a little more calmly.
“You’re going to give me a heart attack one of these days. I just do not know what to do with you,” Juli said.
Thanx for reading
Sephistrife15
Comments
(0)
« Home |
