Showing posts with label chapter 1. Show all posts
Showing posts with label chapter 1. Show all posts

Saturday, May 4, 2013

The First Chapter of Young Mutants in Love (Draft 2)

Chapter 1

               
Gavin loved flying. It was one of his favorite benefits of what had happened since the Change he and Cacy had experienced the change that had moved their lives in a new direction. The Change had allowed Gavin to become Karis. She could fly and she hadn’t found anything on the planet that could hurt her, but he still had difficulty at times with being a woman.
Karis was shaken out of her thoughts as she just missed being caught by the giant claws that were obsessed with crushing her. Mornigan seemed to enjoy creating huge monsters to plague her life.
A claw grabbed for her as she ducked out of the way, but the other claw was close behind. Diz was dashing around the six legs of the monster, but its attention was fastened on the fly buzzing around it. Karis hoped that Diz would do something soon.
Before Diz could act, a claw snatched the crimson-headed fly. Invulnerability didn’t’ make her position any less uncomfortable. Besides, the not-crab was intent on testing the limits of Karis’ hard shell. Perhaps it wanted a game of who’s-shell-is-harder.
Karis felt Diz in her mind. There was a sense that something was about to happen. Why didn’t she have super strength to go with her invulnerability? With her own strength, she would never burst out of this shell.
The claw popped open as the creature start fall. Karis hovered over the beast and saw that its legs had been tied. It was still scrambling, but since it was bound, the creature wasn’t going to get very far. Diz gave her a thumbs-up sign before dashing out of sight. It was still amazing to Karis how fast his body moved when Cacy inhabited it.
Karis flew close to a mile away and back at top speed straight for the crawly critter’s head. It didn’t make a difference to the strange animal, but it made her feel better. Perhaps she would feel even better back in her own body. Now that the situation had settled down, she took a moment to brush a lock of her red hair back into place.
Black cars with black windows pulled up to the crustacean as well as several white trucks. Karis floated to the ground and waited for the Greys to make contact. Diz rushed beside her and Karis waited a moment for the air to flow past them.
“You always have to make an entrance, don’t you?”
“Only when I’m in your body,” Diz joked. “When I’m Cacy, I seldom get the urge.”
Cacy may have been in his body, but it wasn’t exactly the body he was used to seeing in the mirror. The body stood around six feet tall and there was much more muscle definition than he used to have a year ago. His red hair had been replaced with Cacy’s blonde hair, and the same was an exchange of her blue eyes for his green ones. It was an unusual side effect of their powers. It was one of the many strange exchanges that went along with their powers.
“Can we change back,” Karis pleaded.
“Let’s wait until the Greys are gone,” Diz apologized. “We don’t want them to know all of our secrets.”
“I suppose you’re right,” Karis lamented. “Let’s get this out of the way so we can get back to our own lives.”
A man stepped out of the group of men and women in the grey track suits milling around the animal. He was taller than Diz and had long brown hair and black aviators. Karis again found herself surprised that these men were not dressed in black suits, but instead Michaels and his compatriots were in their grey track suits and running sneakers.
“What’s the word, Michaels?” Karis asked.
“Crayfish,” Michaels answered briskly. “Best guess is that it crawled out of the river about five miles west of here and has been tearing up the countryside all the way to here.”
“Has it been growing like the others?” Diz wondered.
“Yes,” Michaels answered holding his fingers a couple of inches apart, “it started around this big when it left the river.”
“So do you need us for anything else, or can we get out of here?” Karis inquired.
“There doesn’t seem to be any other activity at the moment, but we’ll keep you posted,” Michaels replied.
* * *
Karis lifted into the air as Diz flew down the road. Karis pondered her life and the direction it was taking. Perhaps it was time that Gavin and Cacy had a talk about the future.
She flew toward the old tree where their adventures had begun. It was their standard plan. Karis could see his car off in the distance, and Cacy was running circles around the tree. It was situated at the end of an old dirt road and it was the only landmark for miles around. The tree was in the center of a large patch of untended field with uncut grass and brush all around. Of course they couldn’t see much this late at night with no moon visible. Gavin landed a few feet away from the tree to avoid being run over.
“Why do you always do that?” Diz demanded. “You know that I have enough control to stop for you.”
“That’s not why I stop,” Karis explained, “I just like to give you some space; I can to at least that much.”
“It isn’t that easy,” Diz admitted.
Karis still could adjust to seeing his body from this perspective, especially with the hair. So much had changed for the two of them since that night a year ago, but he tried not to think about that.
Seeing his own body from another body was nothing compared to the sensations of being a woman. His breasts were always in the way and even with the powers; he could still feel the chill in the night air. It didn’t help that Cacy insisted that they look like superheroes as possible. Their bodies had changed to fit that mold all on their own, but now, he felt almost naked whenever he went out as Karis in the skimpy green and purple swim suit the Greys had put together for her, especially when she compared it to the black full-body costume and black helmet than had given Diz. Karis had asked for a cape, but everyone had insisted that she wouldn’t look right in one. Cacy most of all.
“Can we change back now,” Gavin implored.
“Sure, what’s on your mind?”

Saturday, April 20, 2013

Cherry Wood-Chapter 1

Chapter 1


Will took a deep breath and savored the scent of ripening cherries. This only added to the regret he was feeling over his upcoming departure. Will wouldn’t miss this orchard, there were plenty of others out there just like the one owned by Harold Wallace, but he enjoyed the men and women he’d had for companions over the last six months. 
He sat on the Wallace’s porch with his feet propped up on the railing. This wasn’t the job he wanted. Well, he wasn’t going to complain about getting the day off, but he knew that this change in plans meant it was time to leave again. Will picked up his laptop and started checking his emails. There were the usual assortment of junk mails and a few job offers in the mix, but he deleted all of them. He stopped for a moment to look over the message from his mother.
It was the usual message. “Where are you? When are you coming home? You could at least call, or write back. Do you know what you’re putting your Father through?”
There was more, but Will deleted it before he got upset. It might have been different if she would write something new, but it was the same email that he’d gotten a hundred times before. She didn’t understand the choices he’d made with his life, and as a result, she didn’t get a response from him.
This was the least active last day of work that Will had ever had. His boss didn’t even know that Will was going to leave at the end of the day, but it was time to get out. Will hadn’t come to California to sit on a porch drinking pink lemonade and playing on the computer. There was a little bit more to the job, but waiting for someone to drive down a dirt road looking to buy antique furniture was truly pointless.
It was even more pointless when you considered that there hadn’t been a single car that drove past the main house in the four hours that had passed since Will started. This wasn’t a public road.
Just as Will was thinking this, he noticed that there was a cloud of dust heading his way.
At first, he couldn’t make out what kind of car it was because of all the dust. Will thought about leaving a note for Wallace that the road could use some maintenance, but then Wallace wouldn’t bother to do anything about it. Besides, how many cars drove on this road?
Despite his expectations, the car started to slow down as it approached the house. Will set down his glass of lemonade and his laptop, then he stood up with his hands on the railing in order to get a better look at whoever was driving the bright red ’72 Oldsmobile Station Wagon that was pulling up to the house.
The driver-side window rolled down and a woman’s hand with bright red nails reached out of the window and opened the door. The driver stepped out of the car. She was quite tall for a girl which was something that Will appreciated. She had long blonde hair that had massive curl, and fell down below her shoulders. Her outfit was distracting because she was dressed like a colorblind gypsy. The long skirt and long-sleeved red top were fine, but it was the layers of clothes on top of them each with its own strange pattern and colors that were an issue. She was pretty, but Will just wasn’t sure what she was trying to accomplish with her outfit.
“Can you tell me where I am?” the girl asked breaking Will out of his train of thought.
“This is the Wallace farm,” Will replied.
“That doesn’t help me at all,” she answered back. “I’m trying to get back to the city.”
“I’m afraid you’re going the wrong way then.” Will said. “If you go back the way you just came, and just keep driving straight for about 15 miles, you’ll find the main road again.”
“I guess I got a little more lost than I thought,” she said with a big smile.
Will took a moment to enjoy her smile and the beautiful brown eyes that looked at him. “Can I offer you a drink before you take off?”
“I could use a drink, but I’m going to be driving so I guess I should say no.”
“Don’t worry about it.” Will said with a wink. “My boss doesn’t drink alcohol so the strongest thing I can offer you is some lemonade.”
“I guess I can handle that,” she laughed. “So what are you doing here on the porch in the middle of the day? Doesn’t your boss have something for you to do?”
Will walked up to the porch and poured the girl a glass of lemonade. “It’s a long story, but I guess he’s decided that I’m more valuable here on the porch than out working in the fields today. There is more than just sitting and drinking lemonade though.”
“Really?” she asked with mock surprise. “What more could he possibly ask you to do?”
Will pointed to two chairs by the side of the road. “My extremely important task is to sell this furniture. Impressive isn’t it?”
The girl walked over to look at the two chairs that were there by the road. Will sat down in one of them and invited her to take the seat next to him.
“These are some exquisite chairs,” she said taking a seat.
“Yes, the Queen Anne style is quite nice,” Will replied. “They have been made since the 18th century. These chairs aren’t quite that old, but I would guess that they are least a hundred years old.”
“So, what are you looking to get for them?”
“I don’t care.” Will answered. “I’m pretty much done here, and I’ll be moving on tonight. I’ll take whatever you want to offer.”
“Do you like cherries?” she asked.
“Cherries?” he queried in return.
“Yes, cherries, I just happen to have a couple of baskets of cherries I was hoping to sell out of the back of my car until I got a little lost earlier today.”
“Two baskets of cherries exchanged for two chairs made out of cherry?” Will pondered. “I think we can make that work.”
“Are you serious?” the girl asked.
“Sure, I’ll even help you load them up in your car.”
“Any chance you’ll help me unload them too?” she asked with a playful grin.
Will thought for a minute. “I don’t even know your name. What’s in it for me?”
The girl smiled. “I don’t know your name either.”
“I’m Will, and you are?”
“Maybe I’ll tell you tonight when you stop by to help me with these chairs.”
Will laughed as he agreed. They unloaded the cherries and loaded up the chairs. Will took the address to her house and walked back to his room to pack. There wasn’t any point in staying and it was time to move on anyway.
Will loaded up his few possessions and made his way to her house to move some chairs.