dorsk o1
04-15-2003, 03:41 PM
Ok this is my first Fan fic so please be gentle
Recurring!
Chapter 1
Ryan found him self in a barren landscape. The ground was made of a gritty dry gray rock as far as the eye could see. Tall stacks of the rock stood out from the ground some rising up to 20 metr’s high some at waist level as the only other thing on the heath. There were no trees, no animals no birds. The sky was filled with a heavy rain cloud that let no light through its thick canopy. Lightning lashed from the clouds striking the ground sending shards of rock into the air only to crash back down like rain. The air smelt of sulphar and was greasy making Ryan’s eyes itch. Ryan was on the move, he was running from something. He could feel his heart in his throat and sweat running down his cheeks. Ryan could feel the familiar weight of a sword in his hand like he had been accustomed to using one. Ryan could hear the thing chasing him getting closer. He came to a fork in his path separated by a stack. The path to the right lead to open ground. The path to the left was a narrow passage way between two large rocks. Ryan hesitated he could hear footsteps getting louder behind him. He could feel his pulse in his ears and his stomach churning. With no more time left to waste he turned down the right path into the narrow gully. The walls seemed to be closing in the further he moved down the path until he found himself moving side ways with his cheeks pressed against the wall. Until he came to a dead stop. He found he couldn’t move any further and that he could hear his follower getting closer. Ryan seemed lost for options. He had stared squirming and whimpering as he realized there was no hope and that he would be caught. As a final attempt he tried to move to see his attacker. He gradually managed to move his face to gaze upon the thing getting closer. Ryan hared a blood curdling death cry then felt something warm trickling down his neck. Gradually he started to feel a prickling pain in his throat. He could taste blood in his mouth and he would have screamed except he couldn’t find a breath. Black spots started o dance across his vision until he saw nothing at all. All Ryan could hear was the thud of his heart getting slower. 1 beat 2 beats 3 beats…
Burrrrrrr! Burrrrrr! Bur. A groggy hand crashed onto the alarm clock silencing the small machine. Ryan sat up in bed and started to rub the sleep from his eyes. He looked over to the clock “Crap!” the clock read 8:30 that left only 20 minutes till school started. Ryan darted out of bed, grabbed his cloths and made a mad dash for the bathroom outside his bedroom cutting of his sister before she could get into the bathroom slamming the door behind him.
“Hey you little scrote open the door” came the muffled voice of Sarah Ryan’s older sister “the annoying one” from behind the bathroom door.
“Sorry Thumbelina but my needs out weigh yours so you can wait” came Ryan’s reply.
Through the door he heard a little scream witch Ryan had come to realize as Sarah snapping. Before she could react to his comment Ryan turned the power shower on full blast so he wouldn’t hear a thing. After ten minutes of washing, which was hardly enough time a 15-year-old boy needed to get clean, he burst through the bathroom door fully dressed. He ignored his sister yet again as leapt down the stairs three steps at a time. Glancing at his watch he realized that he had five minutes to get to school before the gates closed. His mum was waiting at he bottom of the stairs with toast in one hand and his school bag in the other. Ryan grabbed his breakfast and put his bag on and then rushed through the door after giving his mum a quick peck on the cheek. From the door his mum shouted
“Don’t forget you dinner money!”
“I wont bye,” he shouted back at no one in particular.
This strange little morning rush had almost become a common ritual for Ryan, as he always seemed to oversleep. Running as fast as he could Ryan rushed down his street making a sharp turn at the end of his road right onto a pelican crossing not really looking to see if their was any traffic safety can wait he thought to himself as he turned down a back alley. His mum and dad had told him he couldn’t go down this alley that it was “oh so terribly dangerous” but his mum had also told him till he was 11 that a big fat man dressed in red fitted down his non existent chimney and left him presents! So why should Ryan believe what they say now. Ryan started to realize why his mum had told him not to walk down the alley. The ground was littered with used drug needles and a few of the people that had been using them but Ryan wouldn’t have worried about them since they looked like that they would have found it a struggle just to glance at him also the stench was like a mix between baby sick motor oil and the stuff you find in your belly button when you haven’t had a bath in a week. Ryan had made it at least half way down the alley when one of the entry’s leading from a garden opened as a tall burly man walked out of the garden stuffing a bag into his coat pocket, wearing a tatty leather jacket and a pair of torn slacks that were in desperate need of repair. The man turned and eyed up Ryan top to bottom. Ryan found himself holding his breath and digging his toes into the souls of his shoes. Act casual don’t show fear. At a quickened pace Ryan started to walk past the man keeping his eyes on the floor.
“Are you lost mate?” the man said. Ryan tried to ignore the man and carried on walking a bit faster though. “ Hey you deaf” The man started to follow Ryan” I am taking to you”.
Suddenly the man went into a run. Ryan turned and before he knew it was starting to run down the alley running into a bin in his path. He grabbed the bin and threw it over into the path of the man. The man ran up to the bin and started into a long jump. He almost cleared the bin but his foot got caught in the black bin bag. The man came crashing to the ground with a large thud that was followed with a painful groan. Ryan reached the end of the alley and took a second to turn back. The man now lay on the floor in a fetal position moaning. Not taking a chance that the man wouldn’t get back up and start chasing him again He carried on running.
A few minutes later Ryan was at the school gate. Outside the truant officer Tim or “The TIT” for short. Tim was tall skinny men with a receding hair line a very large nose and an enormous pair of glasses that covered most of his face. He also was wearing his trademark neon jacket with TO in big black letters on the back. He was closing the gate for the beginning of school for the day. The Tit looked up to Ryan as he ran towards the school gate.
“Late again Mr. Sullivan tut tut… I guess you would like to get inside the school”.
“I wouldn’t mind sir,” said Ryan
The tit pulled the gate a little open with a smile on his face. Ryan thought this was quite strange since normally Tim would have closed the gate and written him down in his precious little black book that would be handed to Ryan’s form teacher at the end of the month. Being late in this school especially in his form didn’t go down well in fact it could considerably lower your grade. But Ryan had had good luck so far today after escaping a drug dealer so anything could happen. Ryan returned the smile and began to walk to the gate but was stopped short as the tit slammed the gate. Ryan strained his neck to look up to Tim’s face.
“Do you know what this means?” Tim was pointing to the TO on his jacket. Ryan opened his mouth to reply but was stopped short “It means that I have been given the duty to make sure that little layabouts like you are in school all day to make sure that you do not leave before you are supposed to and to make sure that if you are caught out of school you will be punished accordingly..” The man looked as if he would have gon on if a very nice looking Jag hadn’t pulled up outside the gate. A little flustered the tit walked to the cars tinted windows. Te window began to wind down showing the bearded face of the headmaster.
“Good morning Timothy could you please open the gate.” He said in a strong Scottish accent.
“Right away sir” Tim replied and a much politer voice.
Tim walked over to the gate and he raised it so the car could go through. Seeing his chance for a getaway Ryan ran under the gate then into the school’s main entrance.
Ryan had already missed registration so he went strait to his next lesson, which luckily was art. Not that art was a good lesson but that the art Teacher Mrs Daily a very old woman that was asleep for most of the lesson or was well she mainly just slept.
Ryan opened the Art room door to see the class busy painting an object of choice. Since Mrs Daily was always asleep the kids had no set work to do and they liked it that way so they made up their own work. Ryan scanned across the other kids in the class until his eyes set n his best friend’s Joe and Janet twins. Joe was about my height 5ft 10 with blond hair and blue eyes. He would have been the perfect twentieth century German. Joe was really sensible and often seemed to resemble Ryan’s mother when he was giving a lecture on why painting the sleeping Mrs Daily bright blue was a bad idea.
Janet on the over hand was the complete opposite to Joe she was always up for a laugh and seemed to be always getting into trouble with the police the school Ryan’s mum her own mum she even has gotten photo behind the counter of every mother care in Britain.
“Your late where’ve you been!” Joe said looking a lot like Uncle Sam from an enlisting poster. Janet gave Joe a dig in the arm and flashed a smile.
“What he meat to say was hi” Ryan threw his bag and coat onto a table then pulled up a chair.
“Guess what happened to me this morning!”
Recurring!
Chapter 1
Ryan found him self in a barren landscape. The ground was made of a gritty dry gray rock as far as the eye could see. Tall stacks of the rock stood out from the ground some rising up to 20 metr’s high some at waist level as the only other thing on the heath. There were no trees, no animals no birds. The sky was filled with a heavy rain cloud that let no light through its thick canopy. Lightning lashed from the clouds striking the ground sending shards of rock into the air only to crash back down like rain. The air smelt of sulphar and was greasy making Ryan’s eyes itch. Ryan was on the move, he was running from something. He could feel his heart in his throat and sweat running down his cheeks. Ryan could feel the familiar weight of a sword in his hand like he had been accustomed to using one. Ryan could hear the thing chasing him getting closer. He came to a fork in his path separated by a stack. The path to the right lead to open ground. The path to the left was a narrow passage way between two large rocks. Ryan hesitated he could hear footsteps getting louder behind him. He could feel his pulse in his ears and his stomach churning. With no more time left to waste he turned down the right path into the narrow gully. The walls seemed to be closing in the further he moved down the path until he found himself moving side ways with his cheeks pressed against the wall. Until he came to a dead stop. He found he couldn’t move any further and that he could hear his follower getting closer. Ryan seemed lost for options. He had stared squirming and whimpering as he realized there was no hope and that he would be caught. As a final attempt he tried to move to see his attacker. He gradually managed to move his face to gaze upon the thing getting closer. Ryan hared a blood curdling death cry then felt something warm trickling down his neck. Gradually he started to feel a prickling pain in his throat. He could taste blood in his mouth and he would have screamed except he couldn’t find a breath. Black spots started o dance across his vision until he saw nothing at all. All Ryan could hear was the thud of his heart getting slower. 1 beat 2 beats 3 beats…
Burrrrrrr! Burrrrrr! Bur. A groggy hand crashed onto the alarm clock silencing the small machine. Ryan sat up in bed and started to rub the sleep from his eyes. He looked over to the clock “Crap!” the clock read 8:30 that left only 20 minutes till school started. Ryan darted out of bed, grabbed his cloths and made a mad dash for the bathroom outside his bedroom cutting of his sister before she could get into the bathroom slamming the door behind him.
“Hey you little scrote open the door” came the muffled voice of Sarah Ryan’s older sister “the annoying one” from behind the bathroom door.
“Sorry Thumbelina but my needs out weigh yours so you can wait” came Ryan’s reply.
Through the door he heard a little scream witch Ryan had come to realize as Sarah snapping. Before she could react to his comment Ryan turned the power shower on full blast so he wouldn’t hear a thing. After ten minutes of washing, which was hardly enough time a 15-year-old boy needed to get clean, he burst through the bathroom door fully dressed. He ignored his sister yet again as leapt down the stairs three steps at a time. Glancing at his watch he realized that he had five minutes to get to school before the gates closed. His mum was waiting at he bottom of the stairs with toast in one hand and his school bag in the other. Ryan grabbed his breakfast and put his bag on and then rushed through the door after giving his mum a quick peck on the cheek. From the door his mum shouted
“Don’t forget you dinner money!”
“I wont bye,” he shouted back at no one in particular.
This strange little morning rush had almost become a common ritual for Ryan, as he always seemed to oversleep. Running as fast as he could Ryan rushed down his street making a sharp turn at the end of his road right onto a pelican crossing not really looking to see if their was any traffic safety can wait he thought to himself as he turned down a back alley. His mum and dad had told him he couldn’t go down this alley that it was “oh so terribly dangerous” but his mum had also told him till he was 11 that a big fat man dressed in red fitted down his non existent chimney and left him presents! So why should Ryan believe what they say now. Ryan started to realize why his mum had told him not to walk down the alley. The ground was littered with used drug needles and a few of the people that had been using them but Ryan wouldn’t have worried about them since they looked like that they would have found it a struggle just to glance at him also the stench was like a mix between baby sick motor oil and the stuff you find in your belly button when you haven’t had a bath in a week. Ryan had made it at least half way down the alley when one of the entry’s leading from a garden opened as a tall burly man walked out of the garden stuffing a bag into his coat pocket, wearing a tatty leather jacket and a pair of torn slacks that were in desperate need of repair. The man turned and eyed up Ryan top to bottom. Ryan found himself holding his breath and digging his toes into the souls of his shoes. Act casual don’t show fear. At a quickened pace Ryan started to walk past the man keeping his eyes on the floor.
“Are you lost mate?” the man said. Ryan tried to ignore the man and carried on walking a bit faster though. “ Hey you deaf” The man started to follow Ryan” I am taking to you”.
Suddenly the man went into a run. Ryan turned and before he knew it was starting to run down the alley running into a bin in his path. He grabbed the bin and threw it over into the path of the man. The man ran up to the bin and started into a long jump. He almost cleared the bin but his foot got caught in the black bin bag. The man came crashing to the ground with a large thud that was followed with a painful groan. Ryan reached the end of the alley and took a second to turn back. The man now lay on the floor in a fetal position moaning. Not taking a chance that the man wouldn’t get back up and start chasing him again He carried on running.
A few minutes later Ryan was at the school gate. Outside the truant officer Tim or “The TIT” for short. Tim was tall skinny men with a receding hair line a very large nose and an enormous pair of glasses that covered most of his face. He also was wearing his trademark neon jacket with TO in big black letters on the back. He was closing the gate for the beginning of school for the day. The Tit looked up to Ryan as he ran towards the school gate.
“Late again Mr. Sullivan tut tut… I guess you would like to get inside the school”.
“I wouldn’t mind sir,” said Ryan
The tit pulled the gate a little open with a smile on his face. Ryan thought this was quite strange since normally Tim would have closed the gate and written him down in his precious little black book that would be handed to Ryan’s form teacher at the end of the month. Being late in this school especially in his form didn’t go down well in fact it could considerably lower your grade. But Ryan had had good luck so far today after escaping a drug dealer so anything could happen. Ryan returned the smile and began to walk to the gate but was stopped short as the tit slammed the gate. Ryan strained his neck to look up to Tim’s face.
“Do you know what this means?” Tim was pointing to the TO on his jacket. Ryan opened his mouth to reply but was stopped short “It means that I have been given the duty to make sure that little layabouts like you are in school all day to make sure that you do not leave before you are supposed to and to make sure that if you are caught out of school you will be punished accordingly..” The man looked as if he would have gon on if a very nice looking Jag hadn’t pulled up outside the gate. A little flustered the tit walked to the cars tinted windows. Te window began to wind down showing the bearded face of the headmaster.
“Good morning Timothy could you please open the gate.” He said in a strong Scottish accent.
“Right away sir” Tim replied and a much politer voice.
Tim walked over to the gate and he raised it so the car could go through. Seeing his chance for a getaway Ryan ran under the gate then into the school’s main entrance.
Ryan had already missed registration so he went strait to his next lesson, which luckily was art. Not that art was a good lesson but that the art Teacher Mrs Daily a very old woman that was asleep for most of the lesson or was well she mainly just slept.
Ryan opened the Art room door to see the class busy painting an object of choice. Since Mrs Daily was always asleep the kids had no set work to do and they liked it that way so they made up their own work. Ryan scanned across the other kids in the class until his eyes set n his best friend’s Joe and Janet twins. Joe was about my height 5ft 10 with blond hair and blue eyes. He would have been the perfect twentieth century German. Joe was really sensible and often seemed to resemble Ryan’s mother when he was giving a lecture on why painting the sleeping Mrs Daily bright blue was a bad idea.
Janet on the over hand was the complete opposite to Joe she was always up for a laugh and seemed to be always getting into trouble with the police the school Ryan’s mum her own mum she even has gotten photo behind the counter of every mother care in Britain.
“Your late where’ve you been!” Joe said looking a lot like Uncle Sam from an enlisting poster. Janet gave Joe a dig in the arm and flashed a smile.
“What he meat to say was hi” Ryan threw his bag and coat onto a table then pulled up a chair.
“Guess what happened to me this morning!”