Snippet #1243742

Owen glared down the street, and decided to climb the walls to get to the school faster. He slung his sword across his back and rubbed his hands together. Staring up at the wall, he grinned at the thought of Stars jumping up and down, angry at the holes he had made. Grinning, his hands hooked like talons, he felt them begin to shift into eagle talons. Once done, he slammed his taloned hands into the wall, and slowly pulled himself to the roof. "Fresh air," he whispered, taking a deep breath, "Now then, which way to the school?" Reaching into the small pouch at his side, he pulled out a small computer chip. Placing chip on his tongue, he swallowed it, and saw the map of the metropolis unfold before his eyes.

"Computer," a blip was heard in response to his call, "Directions to Sector Five High School. In search of Marie Bremen" Another blip was heard, and his eyes were given several possible routes. Unfortunately, they were all ground and air levels. Clutching the bridge of his nose, Owen sighed and stated, "By roof top, Computer." He heard what sounded like an appologetic blip in response, and saw another path open up for him to follow. Thanking the computer, and committing the path to memory, he squatted down to the ground, and felt his energy sky rocket.

Something was wrong, but Owen didn't seem to register it before it was too late. Plain blossomed through out his skull, making him fall onto his back. He screamed a beastial scream, and clutched his skull. He felt his entire body writhe, contorting into different shapes, and his eyes glazed red. His fists pound into the roof, crumbling it into dust. He knew something was not right when he failed to fall with the building. Closing his eyes, his hands gripped metal bars, and felt them bend under his touch.

'Metal bars?' His eyes popped open, and instantly regreted it. White light greeted him, blasting his eyes with it's brilliance. He hissed silently, smashing his eyes shut, and turned into his pillow. 'Pillow?' His right eye squinted open, and he saw a white pillow, along with warped metal bars along the side of his-bed? Slowly, steadily, he pushed himself up and stared about the white room, squinting slightly. 'Hatred,' he thought to himself, as he could barely see anything more than a few feet in front of him, as the rest of the-room?- was enveloped in a white haze. "Hello?" He called out in a hoarse whisper, "Is anyone there?"