Story Again + Stuff

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Been working pretty hardcore on this story as it is worth 40% of my grade so any comments/criticism/whatever about it would be appreciated. Anyway here it is again, about half done, still got to tie it all in together but all in due time. I hope you guys enjoy it. By the way, I'm looking for a new title for it, so if you guys think of something give me a yell.

So here it is

Random Character: Jason
Till Tomorrow
Dave
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Bouleversement

A storm was brewing; ominous grey clouds covered the night sky, suffocating the moon from view, creating a forlorn scene above of the empty old house. The house itself was nothing particular, four walls and a roof. The lights were off, and all that could be heard was the low drone of a computer buzzing like swarm of bees. The dull glow emitted from the monitor was only strong enough to cast glimpses of faded silhouettes upon the distant wall.


Odette laid back, dozing in the field, her solemn green eyes searching the vast sky for unobtainable answers to unasked questions. Remembering back to the night her father died.

“Ask the big questions Odette! Don’t let them cover your eyes” He said, rushing her into the cupboard. Through the slits she could see the tragic scene unfolding before her eyes.
BANG!
Two muscly henchmen kicked in the door, no need for manners in their line of work, and headed determined for the man cowering in front of the cupboard.
“You’ve been summoned, old man” The one on the left said, his voice matching his facial expression; emotionless.
“What does he want with a defencelessly decrepit man, such as myself?” He tried to stay calm but fear held tight his voice and shook it like a baby’s rattle.
“I know not of his purposes, only of my orders” He answered.
“But why? Why me?”
“You know too much!” With that, the discussion was over the two men rushed in grabbing the elderly man by his arms and dragged him out kicking and screaming.
“No, help! Somebody, anybody! Help me!” As time passed his voice dimmed until all that could be heard was a faint echo reverberating into the silent night. A stream of agonising tears raced down the face of an innocent girl. It was raining inside the cupboard.

Odette opened her eyes. Her breath was heavy, her eyes were dilated, and her lips were a quiver. She shook her head from side to side trying desperately to clear her mind of such a frightening memory. It didn’t work. A lonely tear seeped from her eye. She brushed it away quickly. She was stronger now.


Jason sat alone on the bench, fingering through the local newspaper. He grumbled at the realisation that he lost fifty dollars; caught on the wrong end of a sports bet, his home team lost twenty four to sixteen. His stomach let out a low rumble; he replied with a groan and tried rubbing it back to good health; to no avail. It seemed that the only antidote to this ailment was a tasty medium steak together with freshly cut tomato, lettuce, and beetroot thrown between two buns seasoned with a light sprinkling of sesame seeds.

Looking around he rested his eyes on a small restaurant across the road, Steak n’ Bacon, he debated the pros and cons comparing the healthiness of the meal to the unsurmountable hunger that pestered him. It was a one sided debate and after only a couple of seconds his stomach won. He begged his body to move and it obeyed slowly at first and then more nimbly once he got moving, only stopping when he reached the edge of the road. Looking both ways he made sure that there was no cars in sight.

Without a doubt he walked out onto the road; one foot following the other. In his mind he was already choosing what toppings he wanted, a droplet of saliva slipped from the side of his open mouth. He dabbed at his mouth with his shirt sleeve, his pace slowed and his vision no longer focused on the dangers that the road presented. He failed to notice the distance roar of an engine creating a crescendo as each moment passed.

It all happened so fast.
CRASH!
Jason’s knees buckled.
A body flew over the car.
The squeal of breaks tore through the air.
A pair of eyes closed.
A heart stopped beating.


Odette sat up; she had laid down enough today and decided it was time to do something.



Jason opened his eyes, it didn’t do much good. He was surrounded by nothing but emptiness. As if he was drowning in an ocean of dark seawater. The nothingness filled his lungs and slowly drained his energy. He struggled against it; kicking and flailing about, it didn’t help.
“Help!” He screamed, the word fell off into the distance. The only reply was the cold bitter silence that surrounded his body. Helpless, he gave up; surrendering himself to the omnipotent shadow.

Jason had calculated that he had been floating for about half an hour before a loud, abrupt, mechanical sound cut through the silence like a fax machine making a call, or a dial-up modem connecting to a host. Jason covered his ears, but the sound was harsh and penetrated straight through his hands. He yelled out, trying to match the noise.
“ARRGGHH!” He fell short, his voice drowned out by the horrible, digital, sound. It only lasted a short time, but felt like an eternity passed before it had stopped and in its place a low drone. The only difference is that, now, there was a small bright light in front of him. A friendly light, Jason was overjoyed; solitary had taken its toll.

“Hello” Jason tried to communicate, which ordinarily would seem weird and something he wouldn’t do but he was floating in a pitch black pool of nothingness; anything seemed possible.
“CONNECTION ESTABLISHED” The voice echoed, bouncing off of invisible walls. The light didn’t move, but it was obvious that it was the one talking.
“Who are you? What is this place?” Jason asked, these questions had been plaguing his mind ever since he entered this place.
“I AM A GEOMETRIC OMNIPOTENT DISPLACEMENT OR G.O.D AND THIS IS MY ROOM.” It sounded unhuman, never stuttering, pausing for breath or to think, it sounded almost robotic.
“Your room?”
“YES MY ROOM. THE ROOM BETWEEN BOTH WORLDS.” Jason’s inquisitive nature soon recovered from the shock of the entire situation.

“Both worlds? Correct me if I’m wrong but isn’t there only one?”
“THERE ARE TWO WORLDS, ONE WAS MADE PERFECT, ONE WAS MADE IMPERFECT.”
“So what world did I come from? I lost my money gambling, so I’m guessing it’s imperfect.”
“YES AND NO. BOTH WORLDS ARE IMPERFECT.”
“Wait, didn’t you just say that one was perfect?”
“YES. HOWEVER YOU FORMS CHANGED IT. ADAPTED IT TO YOUR WILL. A PERFECT WORLD IS INPERFECT TO A FORM.”
“Hmmm… okay so what is a form?”
“FORM: A MUTATION OF THAT WHICH IS PERFECT. I AM PERFECT. YOU ARE BUT A MUTATION OF ME.”
“Okay, okay. I understand now, but I have a question for you.”
“YES.”
“I assume I’m here because I’m dead? Is this correct?”
“YES.”
“So what happens to me now?”
“YOU ARE REBORN IN THE OTHER WORLD. NO ONE REALLY DIES. THAT CONCEPT WAS SOMETHING YOU FORMS MADE UP.”

“CONNECTION ESTABLISHED” The voice tolled like a church bell. Odette’s eyes sprung open finding herself face to face with a light.