Ashton Knight
Feeling a sort of tingling over his body, that he didn't exactly recall having, Ashton felt himself being torn apart and put back together. It was a strange feeling, but he couldn't say he wasn't slightly enjoying it. One moment, he was somewhere, the next he was another, not knowing what or why. He felt a pressure in his head, and everything around him was a blinding white light. Was he dying? He didn't even remember living. The preconceived knowledge he hadn't remembered learning was all that was keeping his sanity, and suddenly he felt his eyes shoot open, and adjust to the change.
He was material. He was something solid now. He clenched and unclenched his fists, staring at what his mind told him were fingers. Beside him stood other boys, who he didn't remember meeting, but he felt very close to them. He could tell you their names. Which he then wonder what his own name was. Ashton. He thought, glad to know his name at least.
Looking around the room, he realized they weren't alone. Four very shocked girls stood staring at them. He swallow, hard. Feeling cautious, he stiffened his posture a little. They all seemed to be sitting around a TV, which he made a connection that he'd come from. Hillary then sat down, and Ashton backed up a bit, into a wall.
Hitting the wall startled him a bit, which caused him to sneeze. Which he'd then realized, was bad. Suddenly after his sneeze, the TV that had been behind him combusted, falling into pieces on the ground, luckily not hitting or injuring anyone. He froze, somewhat shocked, he assumed that it was his fault that'd just happened. "Uh.. S-sorry.." he stammered out, still a bit shaken up by everything.
He was material. He was something solid now. He clenched and unclenched his fists, staring at what his mind told him were fingers. Beside him stood other boys, who he didn't remember meeting, but he felt very close to them. He could tell you their names. Which he then wonder what his own name was. Ashton. He thought, glad to know his name at least.
Looking around the room, he realized they weren't alone. Four very shocked girls stood staring at them. He swallow, hard. Feeling cautious, he stiffened his posture a little. They all seemed to be sitting around a TV, which he made a connection that he'd come from. Hillary then sat down, and Ashton backed up a bit, into a wall.
Hitting the wall startled him a bit, which caused him to sneeze. Which he'd then realized, was bad. Suddenly after his sneeze, the TV that had been behind him combusted, falling into pieces on the ground, luckily not hitting or injuring anyone. He froze, somewhat shocked, he assumed that it was his fault that'd just happened. "Uh.. S-sorry.." he stammered out, still a bit shaken up by everything.