Post by Barrel on Feb 15, 2008 7:23:38 GMT -8
Character death. Lame title. XD
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Anton Norman was your ordinary guy. He was the type you'd pass on the streets without giving a second glance. He was a semi-tall brunette with short, neatly combed hair, with brown eyes to match. He was new to the town; the only people who actually knew him by sight were those he went ice skating with.
"Hey! Anton!" Anton turned at the sound of his name, looking up from where he was strapping on his skates. "I don't think the ice is gonna be safe tonight. I mean, it's been warmer recently..." The young adult shrank back under Anton's cold glare.
"Nah, I'll be fine. Besides, what could happen?" Famous last words. Anton cautiously stepped out onto the layer of ice on the lake. Nothing happened. He gave a small laugh as he turned to the other man. "See? Nothing's wrong." With that, he turned and began skating. He turned to smirk at the other man as he neared the middle, and that's when it happened. It was almost like it happened in slow-motion-- he heard the ice cracking, and he knew he was falling into the water, but was unable to scramble aside. The breath he held in his lungs was forced out by the shock of the extremely cold water.
Anton floated for a moment or two, trying to clear his mind enough to swim back up to the surface, find the hole, and pull himself out of the water. But it's difficult to go straight down, then straight up underwater. He slowly drew nearer to the surface-- and then slammed into ice. Now panicking a little, Anton frantically swam about, searching for the hole and not finding it. It wasn't long before his eyes rolled back in his head from lack of oxygen, and he stopped moving as his body temperature dropped. To anyone who might have been searching for him, he was dead.
Until an hour or so later. Anton gave a small, barely noticeable twitch. His eyes opened. He had only one thought: to get out of the water. He swam upwards until he hit the ice, then pulled one skate off of his foot and bashed the ice with it until a small hole formed. He was able to soon expand the hole so it was large enough for him to climb out, soaking wet. He couldn't feel the cold, though, even though he was soaking and there was a chill wind. He slipped his skate back on and skated off of the ice and walked to his home, his body quickly adapting to walking with the skates on. A new man had been born.
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Anton Norman was your ordinary guy. He was the type you'd pass on the streets without giving a second glance. He was a semi-tall brunette with short, neatly combed hair, with brown eyes to match. He was new to the town; the only people who actually knew him by sight were those he went ice skating with.
"Hey! Anton!" Anton turned at the sound of his name, looking up from where he was strapping on his skates. "I don't think the ice is gonna be safe tonight. I mean, it's been warmer recently..." The young adult shrank back under Anton's cold glare.
"Nah, I'll be fine. Besides, what could happen?" Famous last words. Anton cautiously stepped out onto the layer of ice on the lake. Nothing happened. He gave a small laugh as he turned to the other man. "See? Nothing's wrong." With that, he turned and began skating. He turned to smirk at the other man as he neared the middle, and that's when it happened. It was almost like it happened in slow-motion-- he heard the ice cracking, and he knew he was falling into the water, but was unable to scramble aside. The breath he held in his lungs was forced out by the shock of the extremely cold water.
Anton floated for a moment or two, trying to clear his mind enough to swim back up to the surface, find the hole, and pull himself out of the water. But it's difficult to go straight down, then straight up underwater. He slowly drew nearer to the surface-- and then slammed into ice. Now panicking a little, Anton frantically swam about, searching for the hole and not finding it. It wasn't long before his eyes rolled back in his head from lack of oxygen, and he stopped moving as his body temperature dropped. To anyone who might have been searching for him, he was dead.
Until an hour or so later. Anton gave a small, barely noticeable twitch. His eyes opened. He had only one thought: to get out of the water. He swam upwards until he hit the ice, then pulled one skate off of his foot and bashed the ice with it until a small hole formed. He was able to soon expand the hole so it was large enough for him to climb out, soaking wet. He couldn't feel the cold, though, even though he was soaking and there was a chill wind. He slipped his skate back on and skated off of the ice and walked to his home, his body quickly adapting to walking with the skates on. A new man had been born.