Still some story stuff I have been writing to pass the time, and it's been kind of fun now that I'm getting attached to some of these characters. I'm still trying to get the grip of dialogues/conversations in story-writing. Let me know what you think. I'm sure I'll get a "You suck" but HEY!...you know what will really surprise me? An educated critique on things I need to work on so that I will actually get better. 
Heh, in all seriousness, I've picked at this and revised it twice which is the least I revise anything I write. I'm the worst critic of my own writing and no matter what, I always think something about it sucks and end up changing it. But anyways...here goes it. Wrote this a lil while ago:
THE GOOD DOCTOR TALKS
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His eyes were burning from the mist pall, watching on as the vapor swirling up from the chasm drifted to a unhurried south-eastern wind. It wasn’t an ideal location for him to meet the good doctor, but Alex needed to have a chat with him and Draygan still had to be careful with his reputation. Over the past hour, Alex passed the time in a squat, staring at the cracked earth below him in contemplation. Thoughts being mulled on his time left to live, he wondered what his connection to the Azure Child might be and more importantly, who that individual may be. Hopefully, “Doc” as he called him, would have some answers.
Finally, a distinct cadence in footsteps signified the hesitant Doctor Draygan approaching from the south. The old injury to his right knee still kept the man in need of a walking stick and iron bracing. Alex didn’t bother to turn around, he could hear the jingles of keys ringing together from the doctor’s key-ring clipped to a belt loop at his left side. It was a soft pattern of sounds in the man’s steps, even if it was a bit muffled underneath the torn lab-coat. Dr. Kenneth Draygan‘s discomfort was obvious knowing that a former Sentinel, especially Alex North, would be the last who would want to speak to him. “I guess I should not be surprised. You didn’t keep me waiting, friend” the doctor muttered cynically.
“Can’t say the same for you, 'buddy',” replied Alex abruptly, flicking a beetle from his leather shoulder guard, “The bugs were sweet enough to keep me company.”
The man frowned at the hero’s “perky” attitude, forcing himself to speak “I came here for you, this time around.”
“Good for you,” Alex spat with a tinge of spite.
Doctor Draygan limped cautiously to the wily meta-human’s side, though uneager to join him on the ground. He knew that Alex had feelings of ill-will toward him for events past but he still was responsive to the young warrior’s condition. “You said you needed to speak with me, and I assume you had questions for me.”
Good then. Let‘s cut to the chase. “You know this whole meta-freak thing better than anyone,” he replied. “So, just what the hell is happening to me, Doc?”
“I studied your blood sample in the lab, much to our security’s dismay,” Draygan confessed.
“And?” Alex did not hide his bitterness. He didn’t like the idea of sharing oxygen with people like him, much less speaking with them in person. The sooner this was over, the better he’d feel. Or at least, close to better.
“I found something that I have not seen before but I have always had theories of its existance,” he explained, whacking an insect crawling about his cane hand.
Alex was concentrating on the Doctor’s discovery while peering towards the geyser. “Go on, and try to not go all… scientific on me and everything.” With that response, Draygan's face seemed to form a scowl at the rebel's attitude, which seemed insufferable to the man.
“Basically, your body harbors two essence energies and just that alone is dangerous,” Draygan explained, “But they are at variance, as if they were total opposites.”
“Positive and negative energies…” Alex muttered, “Wait a minute, are you’re saying I absorbed 'Tin Man’s' powers? I thought you can‘t draw null/void energy.”
“Yes, so did I at first! But I was able to chance upon an exception to that belief,” the Doctor continued on, “According to my sources, Empaths are singular and can draw all kinds of energy, but there is a particular danger involved.”
Pausing, he looked down to Alex, uncertain of how to proceed. Finally, he heaved a bit eyeing the flowing steam growing more intense. Pointing at the chasm, he explained “Exceeding power, or over divergence could cause a discharge of essence energy. I don‘t know much beyond that, I’m afraid.”
“It means that the combined energies could eventually kill me,” came a cold answer from the rebel gazing into the mist.
“You… already knew all of this?” Draygan promptly inquired.
Alex sneered at the question, giving a subtle tilt of his head to clarify his remark. “Not exactly, but if we lose too much essence; we die. It doesn't matter if our hearts are still beating at the time or if our heads are still on our shoulders. We still die and everything else shuts down.”
Alex decided to go in for the big money and change the subject, “Ken, what do you know about the Azure Child?”
“The Azure Child?” at first, Draygan let out a strong sigh, pausing with his response to briefly devise for some simple explanation for the meta-human, “The Azure Child is well, supposedly, the most powerful meta-human alive.”
“What do you mean supposedly?” The ex-Sentinel’s eyebrow rose curiously at the doctor’s unsound answer.
“Well, that’s just it. The Azure Child was prophesized way before our time” continued Draygan, “She was prophesized by Anelida, the first meta-human who had ever lived.”
“So, then what?” pried Alex, pulling a cigarette from his smoke pouch, lighting, then inhaling.
“Well, Anelida predicted her own death, saying that after she would die her powers would pass on to a ‘successor’,” the geneticist went on, “And that successor would be the Azure Child.”
Alex cocked his head with a slight bend to the right followed with a few rotations, listening to the cracking noises in his neck to feel an ease on the pressure in his spine.
“So who is this Azure Child? What’s so special about just one freak of nature versus the rest of them?”
“She is supposed to be successor to the First Born,” The doctor affirmed giving another icy glare at the sour vigilante. “So, that would lead me to believe that The Azure Child is to have some immense power and I‘d hate to say it but--”
“--But what?” Alex asked, cutting in.
“It is believed that The Azure Child would be a woman, and the only woman with anything close to ‘immense power’ that I know of is R--”
“--Roshelle.” came another interruption from the rebel.
“Right. No one else fits the..well, the 'profile', exactly, all except for--.” Draygan then stopped, thinking that Alex may slice him in two for bringing up Hollie Garland.
Alex didn’t like the doctor’s near-reference to Hollie, knowing where he was going with that sentence. The very reason for the meta-human heroine’s death had come from the geneticist’s negligence in the past. Not to mention, the fact that he could feel her essence fading away from his body each day. But this wasn’t the time to scold him for all of that now. Tapping the ash off the lit cigarette, Alex planted the cancer stick in between his lips and casually rose to his feet. “Well then, it’s time for me time to go, Doc.”
As the hero took a step to stride on north, the doctor stopped him. “Hey, wait a damn minute! Where are you going?”
Smiling at Draygan’s question, Alex parted his lips, barely to reply with the cigarette still pressed in between. “I’ve got a bone to pick with a kid who thinks she’s chaos incarnate.”
“But you don’t know where to find her, North; she’s the damn wind!” Draygan snapped back.
Taking the cig, Alex let it fall to the earth just but a foot or two from the fizzure.
“Maybe, but she can find me more than likely and besides, I have a few places I can snoop around.”
Without another word, the rebel took his steps northbound, leaving Kenneth Draygan behind him for a second time.
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Heh, in all seriousness, I've picked at this and revised it twice which is the least I revise anything I write. I'm the worst critic of my own writing and no matter what, I always think something about it sucks and end up changing it. But anyways...here goes it. Wrote this a lil while ago:
THE GOOD DOCTOR TALKS
----
His eyes were burning from the mist pall, watching on as the vapor swirling up from the chasm drifted to a unhurried south-eastern wind. It wasn’t an ideal location for him to meet the good doctor, but Alex needed to have a chat with him and Draygan still had to be careful with his reputation. Over the past hour, Alex passed the time in a squat, staring at the cracked earth below him in contemplation. Thoughts being mulled on his time left to live, he wondered what his connection to the Azure Child might be and more importantly, who that individual may be. Hopefully, “Doc” as he called him, would have some answers.
Finally, a distinct cadence in footsteps signified the hesitant Doctor Draygan approaching from the south. The old injury to his right knee still kept the man in need of a walking stick and iron bracing. Alex didn’t bother to turn around, he could hear the jingles of keys ringing together from the doctor’s key-ring clipped to a belt loop at his left side. It was a soft pattern of sounds in the man’s steps, even if it was a bit muffled underneath the torn lab-coat. Dr. Kenneth Draygan‘s discomfort was obvious knowing that a former Sentinel, especially Alex North, would be the last who would want to speak to him. “I guess I should not be surprised. You didn’t keep me waiting, friend” the doctor muttered cynically.
“Can’t say the same for you, 'buddy',” replied Alex abruptly, flicking a beetle from his leather shoulder guard, “The bugs were sweet enough to keep me company.”
The man frowned at the hero’s “perky” attitude, forcing himself to speak “I came here for you, this time around.”
“Good for you,” Alex spat with a tinge of spite.
Doctor Draygan limped cautiously to the wily meta-human’s side, though uneager to join him on the ground. He knew that Alex had feelings of ill-will toward him for events past but he still was responsive to the young warrior’s condition. “You said you needed to speak with me, and I assume you had questions for me.”
Good then. Let‘s cut to the chase. “You know this whole meta-freak thing better than anyone,” he replied. “So, just what the hell is happening to me, Doc?”
“I studied your blood sample in the lab, much to our security’s dismay,” Draygan confessed.
“And?” Alex did not hide his bitterness. He didn’t like the idea of sharing oxygen with people like him, much less speaking with them in person. The sooner this was over, the better he’d feel. Or at least, close to better.
“I found something that I have not seen before but I have always had theories of its existance,” he explained, whacking an insect crawling about his cane hand.
Alex was concentrating on the Doctor’s discovery while peering towards the geyser. “Go on, and try to not go all… scientific on me and everything.” With that response, Draygan's face seemed to form a scowl at the rebel's attitude, which seemed insufferable to the man.
“Basically, your body harbors two essence energies and just that alone is dangerous,” Draygan explained, “But they are at variance, as if they were total opposites.”
“Positive and negative energies…” Alex muttered, “Wait a minute, are you’re saying I absorbed 'Tin Man’s' powers? I thought you can‘t draw null/void energy.”
“Yes, so did I at first! But I was able to chance upon an exception to that belief,” the Doctor continued on, “According to my sources, Empaths are singular and can draw all kinds of energy, but there is a particular danger involved.”
Pausing, he looked down to Alex, uncertain of how to proceed. Finally, he heaved a bit eyeing the flowing steam growing more intense. Pointing at the chasm, he explained “Exceeding power, or over divergence could cause a discharge of essence energy. I don‘t know much beyond that, I’m afraid.”
“It means that the combined energies could eventually kill me,” came a cold answer from the rebel gazing into the mist.
“You… already knew all of this?” Draygan promptly inquired.
Alex sneered at the question, giving a subtle tilt of his head to clarify his remark. “Not exactly, but if we lose too much essence; we die. It doesn't matter if our hearts are still beating at the time or if our heads are still on our shoulders. We still die and everything else shuts down.”
Alex decided to go in for the big money and change the subject, “Ken, what do you know about the Azure Child?”
“The Azure Child?” at first, Draygan let out a strong sigh, pausing with his response to briefly devise for some simple explanation for the meta-human, “The Azure Child is well, supposedly, the most powerful meta-human alive.”
“What do you mean supposedly?” The ex-Sentinel’s eyebrow rose curiously at the doctor’s unsound answer.
“Well, that’s just it. The Azure Child was prophesized way before our time” continued Draygan, “She was prophesized by Anelida, the first meta-human who had ever lived.”
“So, then what?” pried Alex, pulling a cigarette from his smoke pouch, lighting, then inhaling.
“Well, Anelida predicted her own death, saying that after she would die her powers would pass on to a ‘successor’,” the geneticist went on, “And that successor would be the Azure Child.”
Alex cocked his head with a slight bend to the right followed with a few rotations, listening to the cracking noises in his neck to feel an ease on the pressure in his spine.
“So who is this Azure Child? What’s so special about just one freak of nature versus the rest of them?”
“She is supposed to be successor to the First Born,” The doctor affirmed giving another icy glare at the sour vigilante. “So, that would lead me to believe that The Azure Child is to have some immense power and I‘d hate to say it but--”
“--But what?” Alex asked, cutting in.
“It is believed that The Azure Child would be a woman, and the only woman with anything close to ‘immense power’ that I know of is R--”
“--Roshelle.” came another interruption from the rebel.
“Right. No one else fits the..well, the 'profile', exactly, all except for--.” Draygan then stopped, thinking that Alex may slice him in two for bringing up Hollie Garland.
Alex didn’t like the doctor’s near-reference to Hollie, knowing where he was going with that sentence. The very reason for the meta-human heroine’s death had come from the geneticist’s negligence in the past. Not to mention, the fact that he could feel her essence fading away from his body each day. But this wasn’t the time to scold him for all of that now. Tapping the ash off the lit cigarette, Alex planted the cancer stick in between his lips and casually rose to his feet. “Well then, it’s time for me time to go, Doc.”
As the hero took a step to stride on north, the doctor stopped him. “Hey, wait a damn minute! Where are you going?”
Smiling at Draygan’s question, Alex parted his lips, barely to reply with the cigarette still pressed in between. “I’ve got a bone to pick with a kid who thinks she’s chaos incarnate.”
“But you don’t know where to find her, North; she’s the damn wind!” Draygan snapped back.
Taking the cig, Alex let it fall to the earth just but a foot or two from the fizzure.
“Maybe, but she can find me more than likely and besides, I have a few places I can snoop around.”
Without another word, the rebel took his steps northbound, leaving Kenneth Draygan behind him for a second time.
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