Post by encryptedwrath on Oct 26, 2007 19:45:08 GMT
I posted one instalment a while ago on CHERUB. I've been writing loads since then, and I'll post them later..
First Instalment;
the genesis six
Matt panicked as the sun that had presented Britain with it’s hottest day in recorded history culminated in an irritable haze, leaving nothing in his sight but a blinding flash of heat.
‘Matt, pass it you t*@t!!’ Playing football in the scorching sun on the first day of school was pushing. Add Ryan into the mix and it edged towards the point of unbearable.
The heat had failed to deter on one of Britain’s hottest days of the late summer. Exertions were ridiculously high for the extreme temperature, many teenager’s topless on the first day of school.
‘Bloody pass the fricking ball you numb-nut!!’ Yelled Ryan again, to Matt’s annoyance.
‘Screw you!!’ shouted Matt, in reply, a look of glee forming of his face when he saw the look on Ryan’s. He’d run on goal and score, maybe even flick Ryan off along the way.
Matt sprinted while keeping the ball in time with his rapidly moving feet. Flicking the ball between his feet and bringing it up with his left, the ball flew over both his and the other player’s heads. Matt continued his sprint and caught the ball neatly between his feet. With only the keeper to beat, Matt flicked the ball up with his left foot and struck it with his right high up into the air, soaring high in a spinning arc in the apparent direction above the keeper’s head. The Goalie’s grin failed to falter. The keeper threw himself down, reverting himself into a handstand and propelling himself into the air. The Keeper’s flailing feet met the ball perfectly. Rebounding from the keeper’s awesome scorpion kick, it flew into the player who was running down the left wing, easily catching it in his feet. Matt was way too far up the pitch to do anything about it, So he stood there watching the other team run hard on goal. The player who’d made the run down the left win struck the ball into the six-yard box. Their
Tallest player launched himself into the air, easily ascending above the defenders and opposition. His forehead hit the ball perfectly, and flew to the underbelly of the crossbar and into the goal-net.
‘Oh, well done, you t*@t!!’ Screamed Ryan furiously. He tended to get melodramatic while playing football.
‘You couldn’t hit water if you fell out of a boat!!’ steamed on Ryan
‘’Go take a dump in your pants, you shrimp-sized dunce!’ replied Matt, desperately trying to keep a casual tone
Matt had taken enough crap from Ryan already on the first day of school, and flicked him off as he headed towards the main buildings of the comprehensive that he attended.
Matt was what you could call and typical teenage school boy.
Grades on the verge of good and bad, cheeking off teachers when he was too pissed off to be bothered. His hair hung in thick blonde tufts over his face and ears, and was a brilliant gold whenever exposed to the sun.
His blue eyes radiated depth and intelligence amidst his apparent hormonal personality.
The bell had sounded for the end of lunch, and after a brief registration they had to endure double history until the end of the day.
Matt’s implosive rage had been holed up and he was forced to make several involuntary twitches.
‘Stand up against the wall!’ yelled Mr Jenkins. He treated all of his students like inmates.
‘ Then again,’ thought Matt, ‘We basically are…’
‘ Ryan, in the corner, Matt take the seat on his left.’ Warbled Mr Jenkins in a subtle monotone.
Matt groaned dramatically. He had history three hours a week. Now he had to spend them with Ryan.
Twenty minutes on, Matt had already had enough. Ryan had been poking him and pushing him with a fake smile on his face all the time.
‘ Hey, is your Dad going to pick you up today, or can’t he bear the thought of seeing you?’ Grinned Ryan.
It was common knowledge That Matt’s Father disappeared a few days after he was born. Nobody teased him about it except Ryan.
When he was younger he had always dreamed that his father would return but as he got older it had become imminent in his head that his dad would never return. He had chosen some glitzy lifestyle over that of his family.
Matt moved so fast Ryan didn’t acknowledge it. A second Later Ryan was on the floor with Matt’s boot heading rapidly for his skull.
‘ Say crap against my dad again, and your pretty little feet won’t move so fast any more’ snarled Matt, Punching Him repeatedly in the gut and feeling the sick pleasure of bloodlust as blood escaped from Ryan’s lips in his Mental release of Roid rage.
‘ Matt’ Yelled Mr Jenkins’ you will be suspended!’ He yelled again, Pulling Matt from the terrified Boy underneath and pinning him against the wall, Fulfilling his dream to manhandle a student.
‘Jenny, go fetch the director of learning please’ grinned The middle-aged bald man.
‘Yes, sir’ replied Jenny weakly. The recent display had confused her.
First Instalment;
the genesis six
Matt panicked as the sun that had presented Britain with it’s hottest day in recorded history culminated in an irritable haze, leaving nothing in his sight but a blinding flash of heat.
‘Matt, pass it you t*@t!!’ Playing football in the scorching sun on the first day of school was pushing. Add Ryan into the mix and it edged towards the point of unbearable.
The heat had failed to deter on one of Britain’s hottest days of the late summer. Exertions were ridiculously high for the extreme temperature, many teenager’s topless on the first day of school.
‘Bloody pass the fricking ball you numb-nut!!’ Yelled Ryan again, to Matt’s annoyance.
‘Screw you!!’ shouted Matt, in reply, a look of glee forming of his face when he saw the look on Ryan’s. He’d run on goal and score, maybe even flick Ryan off along the way.
Matt sprinted while keeping the ball in time with his rapidly moving feet. Flicking the ball between his feet and bringing it up with his left, the ball flew over both his and the other player’s heads. Matt continued his sprint and caught the ball neatly between his feet. With only the keeper to beat, Matt flicked the ball up with his left foot and struck it with his right high up into the air, soaring high in a spinning arc in the apparent direction above the keeper’s head. The Goalie’s grin failed to falter. The keeper threw himself down, reverting himself into a handstand and propelling himself into the air. The Keeper’s flailing feet met the ball perfectly. Rebounding from the keeper’s awesome scorpion kick, it flew into the player who was running down the left wing, easily catching it in his feet. Matt was way too far up the pitch to do anything about it, So he stood there watching the other team run hard on goal. The player who’d made the run down the left win struck the ball into the six-yard box. Their
Tallest player launched himself into the air, easily ascending above the defenders and opposition. His forehead hit the ball perfectly, and flew to the underbelly of the crossbar and into the goal-net.
‘Oh, well done, you t*@t!!’ Screamed Ryan furiously. He tended to get melodramatic while playing football.
‘You couldn’t hit water if you fell out of a boat!!’ steamed on Ryan
‘’Go take a dump in your pants, you shrimp-sized dunce!’ replied Matt, desperately trying to keep a casual tone
Matt had taken enough crap from Ryan already on the first day of school, and flicked him off as he headed towards the main buildings of the comprehensive that he attended.
Matt was what you could call and typical teenage school boy.
Grades on the verge of good and bad, cheeking off teachers when he was too pissed off to be bothered. His hair hung in thick blonde tufts over his face and ears, and was a brilliant gold whenever exposed to the sun.
His blue eyes radiated depth and intelligence amidst his apparent hormonal personality.
The bell had sounded for the end of lunch, and after a brief registration they had to endure double history until the end of the day.
Matt’s implosive rage had been holed up and he was forced to make several involuntary twitches.
‘Stand up against the wall!’ yelled Mr Jenkins. He treated all of his students like inmates.
‘ Then again,’ thought Matt, ‘We basically are…’
‘ Ryan, in the corner, Matt take the seat on his left.’ Warbled Mr Jenkins in a subtle monotone.
Matt groaned dramatically. He had history three hours a week. Now he had to spend them with Ryan.
Twenty minutes on, Matt had already had enough. Ryan had been poking him and pushing him with a fake smile on his face all the time.
‘ Hey, is your Dad going to pick you up today, or can’t he bear the thought of seeing you?’ Grinned Ryan.
It was common knowledge That Matt’s Father disappeared a few days after he was born. Nobody teased him about it except Ryan.
When he was younger he had always dreamed that his father would return but as he got older it had become imminent in his head that his dad would never return. He had chosen some glitzy lifestyle over that of his family.
Matt moved so fast Ryan didn’t acknowledge it. A second Later Ryan was on the floor with Matt’s boot heading rapidly for his skull.
‘ Say crap against my dad again, and your pretty little feet won’t move so fast any more’ snarled Matt, Punching Him repeatedly in the gut and feeling the sick pleasure of bloodlust as blood escaped from Ryan’s lips in his Mental release of Roid rage.
‘ Matt’ Yelled Mr Jenkins’ you will be suspended!’ He yelled again, Pulling Matt from the terrified Boy underneath and pinning him against the wall, Fulfilling his dream to manhandle a student.
‘Jenny, go fetch the director of learning please’ grinned The middle-aged bald man.
‘Yes, sir’ replied Jenny weakly. The recent display had confused her.
