Post by Micheal Thomson on Aug 5, 2008 0:49:12 GMT -5
Micheal sat on a bench near one of the ramps, his ipod blasting music in his ear. His feet tapped to the beat of the song, a dance mix he'd put together the other night. He closed his eyes and shook his head from side to side, his mind leaving its place of dwelling and making its way to his basement. The moves flowed easily through his mind. Breakdancing had always come easily to him. The wind russeled his hair and blew some of his bangs into his mouth. He spit it out and stood up, sticking the ipod into one of his pants pockets.
He spun around on his heels once or twice before popping and locking but sighed in frusteration. He hadn't danced since the night Marcus had gotten taken away. Everyone at school had shunned them, cut them off, all because of what Marcus was. Some called him freak, others "infected" but really in the end, who the hell cared? Then four months ago everything changed. They had been in Micheal's basement, doing what they usually did, which was dance when they had come.
Bursting through the door, there guns blazing. How they had known Marcus was there Micheal would never know but the one thing he would always remember was the stark terror in Marcus's pure white eyes as they led him away. His hands balled into fists just thinking about it. The urge to punch something was overwhelming. Micheal stood up again and began pacing, the music in his ears beating steadily. He would get Marcus back.
He spun around on his heels once or twice before popping and locking but sighed in frusteration. He hadn't danced since the night Marcus had gotten taken away. Everyone at school had shunned them, cut them off, all because of what Marcus was. Some called him freak, others "infected" but really in the end, who the hell cared? Then four months ago everything changed. They had been in Micheal's basement, doing what they usually did, which was dance when they had come.
Bursting through the door, there guns blazing. How they had known Marcus was there Micheal would never know but the one thing he would always remember was the stark terror in Marcus's pure white eyes as they led him away. His hands balled into fists just thinking about it. The urge to punch something was overwhelming. Micheal stood up again and began pacing, the music in his ears beating steadily. He would get Marcus back.