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Post by atlantis on Aug 28, 2003 11:29:38 GMT -5
Blackness.
Only darkness surrounded her.
Sounds were distant, unimportant.
One thing resounded in her mind.
She had failed.
It was that simple.
To quote someone she couldn’t care to recall :
'You Die . . . . You Fail!'
. . . . . . . .
Or was it the other way around?
Not that it mattered anyway, she had been dead for weeks now.
But if she was dead where was Donna?
She was still alone.
She was still in the dark.
She had still Failed.
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Post by atlantis on Aug 28, 2003 11:32:10 GMT -5
A slight breeze caused the curtains to flutter in a small room, the dusk giving little light. The light shone on a bed with starched linen sheets and fluffy pillows on which rested the head of a young girl with dirty unkept hair, her face was a mess of cuts and bruises.
The door opened and quietly closed, no movement came from either of the rooms two occupants.
“Helen?” The blonde teen asked wearily, peering into the shadows by the girls head.
“Mhumph.” The woman made an incoherent response as the girl crossed the room and sat opposite.
“Why don’t you go home for a while? You were right. See how it helped me!” She indicated to her odd shoes, inside-out shirt and PJ bottoms. Crazy as my Mom
“Cissie. I lied.” Helen Sandsmark sighed. She’d been at the hospital over 72 hours straight now, in fact, for the last three weeks she’d spent all her time either here with her daughter and Cissie or at home stealing a few hours of sleep before returning to the hospital. The two would only leave when they were ready to faint from exhaustion, they would return after a few hours though. They worked it so she was never alone.
“Did you ask her? Will she help?” Helen asked.
“Tomorrow night” Was the answer.
The two sat in silence for over an hour, each holding a hand, Helen randomly stroking the hair from the incapacitated girls face.
“I’ll come back as soon as I can, call me when she wakes. . . . . . watch over her for me.”
Helen sounded defeated. She lent down to kiss the sleeping teen, entering the light.
Cissie was surprised to see the state of her friends Mom. Make-up smeared down her face, red and blotchy from the tears, her hair was a nest and her clothes wrinkled.
The crying began again, abandoning her daughter was to much for her.
“Mommy will be back before you know it. I love you Cassie!”
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Post by The Chris on Aug 28, 2003 16:53:34 GMT -5
"And so do I!"
Kon said with a punch of flower's, standing at the door.
>>> So, what's happening? Can we say that Kon found her and brought her to hostipal or something? It's your charcter and your call, it's just that I don't want it to be all like Kon left her for dead while somebody eles saved he. Again, your call.<<<
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Post by atlantis on Aug 30, 2003 17:26:56 GMT -5
Cissie spent the night alone . . . . . mostly. The form of her unmoving best friend was eerie company. Lots of time to think though.
She had been surprised that Helen had forbidden Wonder Woman and Artemis to visit Cassie.
Her only rule had been: No Heros!!
Which is why the others didn’t know yet.
That meant they could think she was dead.
They didn’t know she had been rushing at Bedlam when he had turned into the TNT.
They hadn’t seen her get the blast full in the face at point blank range.
Fortunately the television crews had seen the end of the fight and so had Cissie.
So she and her Mom, in the Arrowmobile, had gone out to find her.
They had called Helen on route.
What they had found beneath the battlefield was just twisted, She’d had the ‘eagle’ sign carved into the top of her chest and had obviously been in a fight once she’d hit the ground.
Broken forearm, internal bleeding, half of her face was puffed up from the severity of the blows not to mention multiple cuts and bruises.
The ordeal had been too much, she’d checked out.
Cassie regained consciencness only once, when her Mom arrived.
“mo . .mom . . mommy? . . . i’m sorry . . . .”
A slight movement shot Cissie back to the bedside she was guarding but it was nothing.
“Come on Cass! Please you have to wake up. Please. I can’t have you gone.
Ask me!!”
She was crying again.
“Open your eyes and ask me to be a hero again!!
I swear I’ll think about it!!
PLEASE!!”
The tears ran down her pale cheeks.
“please? cassie?”
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Post by atlantis on Sept 2, 2003 7:21:48 GMT -5
In the Darkness came the feeling of familiarity again.
Like something tugging at her subconscious to get her attention.
It continued for an un-specified amount of time till it was joined again by the louder voice.
Her mom.
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Post by atlantis on Sept 2, 2003 10:35:19 GMT -5
Helen sat alone, Cissie had gone with her mom to pick up what they were calling ‘the long shot’, the million to one chance.
As most people know the million to one shot always works, as long as the odds are right.
No-one ever said 'It’s a 999,999,879 to one shot, but it just might work.' coz it never would.
She had to stop reading about the Disc World.
A knock at the door indicated the King-Jones’s return.
A girl younger than Cissie followed them in, she was dressed in simple baggy jeans and a thin red hoodie shirt.
Helen walked over and hugged her.
“Thanks for doing this for us, it means a lot,” They smiled at one another.
“Greta.”
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