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Post by ral365 on Apr 23, 2010 18:25:38 GMT -5
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Post by philintphan on Apr 23, 2010 22:14:02 GMT -5
Aww poor Flint! I remember when I was told that I had Aspbergers, I was like, what?! I was kind of resentful about the whole thing, but then I realized that's what made me so good at math and it almost kind of contributes my love for stories, art, movies, and music. So now I'm not too terribly ashamed of it anymore, although there's some people that said that they never would have thought that I had it. Great story BTW!
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Post by ral365 on Apr 23, 2010 23:37:19 GMT -5
Author's Note: There's no spelling errors in Flint's first few lines. I added the extra b's and d's because Flint's voice sounds very nasally from crying so much.
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Chapter 3: Transmogrifying the Norm[/b]
I lay there crying in my arms for about twenty minutes until Steve scampered up toward me with a sad look on his face.
"You ok?"
He gently snuggled his monkey head against mine...
"WAH!!"
I scrambled up, and backed away from Steve, but then I calmed down, and rubbed my wet, bloodshot eyes.
"Oh, Steve. I'mb sorry. It's ondly you."
I was about to resume back to tears, but Steve tugged on my lab coat.
"Worried."
"Dot dow, Steve…"
"Worried!"
"Steve, for the last timbe, I…"
Then I caught myself. "You are a bonkey; why amb I talking to you?"
"Huh?"
I blew my nose and finally stopped crying, but I spent a long time in the lab alone, lost in thought again. I cried between contemplating my thoughts, but half the time, I kept staring off into space. I had no idea what I was gonna do next. I still wanted to be able to keep my love for science and everything, especially since I had just become a town hero for it, but knowing that everything about me, warts and all, came from a mental disorder, changed my entire outlook on who I am.
My Asperger Syndrome diagnosis explained my strange behavior. Because I'm so disconnected from people, I've found their behavior very confusing. Why did girls like guys like Brent, even when he treated me so bad? I went through many different websites and even wrote my own script just to find out how to connect with Sam. Why does Earl act like he's some sort of ninja-guy…thingy? What is it about being so big that the Mayor loved if being so fat is what killed him? How could I have gotten arrested for going to someone's house for a snowball fight? I had difficulty understanding people's motives for things, unless they shared a strong connection with me. Without it, they'd just treat me like I was really boring, annoying, or weird.
I didn't know a thing about socializing with people, unless it involved my inventions or technology or other subjects I was already extremely knowledgeable about. I could do long division, but I couldn't keep a long conversation. I knew why Einstein's hair was so wavy or why Stephen Hawking spoke through a computer, but not why famous people like Lady Gaga, Baby Brent, or even our own Mayor look so bizarre, and yet are still so popular. Sometimes, if kids at school had told me that "there was gullible written on the wall" or to "jump the gun" and other sarcastic comments like that, I'd start looking for a gun or start searching the wall for the word "gullible" on it because I didn't know what those phrases really meant. These social situations always gave me a lot of trouble, but I kept on trying to overcome them, even when I was still failing. I've always tried to connect with people by being nice and showing them how unique I am. I always believed that by doing so, people could really see my true potential to be a good friend. However, I learned the hard way that going off on a tangent or monologue about science and my inventions ended up boring people to death, or at least enough for Brent to insult me, wreck my inventions, or, if I really annoyed him, duct tape my mouth or spill water on me to shut me up. I had come across as weird because all I seemed to think and talk about was my own interests, and seemed to have absolutely no interested in theirs. I never meant to be rude or annoying, but that never stopped people from seeing me that way.
Of course, the teachers, and my Mom and Dad were concerned about my behavior, and have tried to help me learn how to reach out to people instead of being so isolated in my own ideas. However, my brain was wired so different that, for the most part, I was too obsessed with my own interests to branch out to other people. I really wanted people to like me and I loved the idea of having friends, but unless they shared some sort of connection with me and how unique and talented I was, I didn't want to interact with them. According to the nurse, Asperger's wasn't even a diagnosis until around 1996, when I was in eighth grade. By that time, the adults were just giving up on trying to change me because of how difficult it was for me to be more outgoing around other people. It no longer seemed right to them to try to change any aspect of who I was. They just assumed that I was just different from everyone else, and that one day, people will understand that and accept me for who I really am. So I spent all my life with a mental condition without even knowing it. Dad definitely had no thoughts of all this being a medical problem of any sort, even after Mom died. He just assumed that I'd probably change more when I grew up, and that this was all just part of being unique. But for the rest of my life, people would always see me as some sort of weirdo or loser who is smart and talented, but awkward beyond all reason without knowing why.
I didn't wanna come out of the lab that day. I was too angry at my dad, too ashamed of myself, and too scared and confused to even think about leaving. I had a mental disorder all this time. How do I know if I could be the same person I always was? What else about myself do I not know about? How did everyone I know see me all this time? Was I really as weird as people have been saying I was? And my million dollar question...
"What am I gonna do now?"
Meanwhile, my Dad was looking up something on a PC computer. He was starting to get the hang of technology now that he was spending less time in his Tackle Shop. After printing out a couple of documents from the internet, he walked toward my lab and knocked the door.
"Flint? You there, son?"
I looked at the monitor, and glared at seeing my dad's face. I simply stayed by the wall, scowling. After a moment, he sighed.
"Ok, Flint, I'm not gonna make you come out. I know you're upset, but I scheduled an appointment at the doctor's to see if we can give you any proper treatment for your disorder. We're leavin' at eleven tomorrow, so be ready. And if there's anything else at all you need me to do for you, son, don't hesitate to ask. I'm always here whenever you need me. All right...see ya later, son."
After Dad left, I had a bit of an anxiety attack, breathing heavily and staring off into space with a nervous look on my face. I wasn't ready to go through with this. I didn't want to live with any more problems interacting with others. I didn't want to spend the rest of my life overcoming the issues of a mental disorder. I wanted this whole mess out of my life, gone for good!
Then another thought hit me.
"Commence googling! Images found! Engage printing..."
But then, I noticed how strange I sounded talking to myself again, and slapped myself on the forehead. Then the printer started printing some images I found off the internet. I found about five, separate, x-ray and MRI diagrams of the human brain. One brain was normal, and the other had Autism. The normal brain had colored spots or colored areas near the bottom left of the cerebral cortex, which are usually active when a person is socializing, and other spots and colors near the middle-bottom-left of the cortex, which is usually active person is by themselves. The spots and colors near the socializing center of the Autistic brain were nowhere to be found.
I just stood there lost in space at the evidence right in front of me.
"….It's true. If it weren't for my brain, I wouldn't even be interested in science or inventing or…GAH! I'm talking to myself again!! What's wrong with me?!!"
I stood there sobbing for another moment or so, and Steve walked back up to me.
"Steve?"
I rubbed my eyes, and I glanced at the brains again. Then, I found what looked like an ordinary blue crash helmet, and started enhancing it with my invention skills, or what I thought were skills.
"Wiring inserted! Power enhanced! Coolness-color comple...."
But in the middle of painting the machine, I slapped myself in the face. "Stop it, stop it!"
Finally my invention was done. A blue, plastic helmet with green stripes, and a ray of eight yellow knobs on the left top, and a pair of two, metal antennae sticking out. The knobs were labeled, "IQ," "Gender-ness," "Posture," "Speech," "Social Skills," "Intelligence," "Interests," and "Ambition." They all had small meters that could be set from the lowest of low to the highest of all. There was also a green and red button to turn it off and on, and a red, timer knob to make me different for as low as thirty seconds to as big as forever.
"Ok, here it is. The Brain-Trasmografier…eh, still working on the name. With this, I can turn my brain to that of a normal human being. Average intelligence, average skills, average everything. It's the only way I'll know…whether or not everything I am is…normal."
I turned all the knobs on the B-T so that the meters' levels would be perfectly aligned in the middle. Then Steve stared at me with a worried face as I put the helmet on.
"I really hope I don't end up hating myself for doing this…"
I took the B-T again, and this time, I turned the knob to Permanent. But before I was about to push the button, I looked back at Steve.
"Steve…I'm really really sorry…but you have to go."
"Steve?"
With a trembling hand, I took the Monkey Thought Translator, tossed it to the ground, and it broke into pieces.
Soon Steve was locked in a cage inside a small, red flatbed truck that was labeled, in white letters, "Chewandswallow Zoo." He was struggling to get out, ranting and chanting in his normal voice. I stood there crying; I just couldn't stand seeing an innocent monkey locked in a cage, especially if it was my best friend, but soon, trying to avoid the giant, fly-infested banana, hot dog, and cheeseburgers that lay near the road and sidewalk, a male driver was sending Steve way to the Chewandswallow Zoo…
I felt twice as broken-hearted without Steve, but I kept myself busy with my invention, just barely managing to fight off my sadness. I then looked at Brain-Transmogrifier, and after another moment of hesitation, I put the helmet back on.
"At least after this...it'll all be over..."
For about ten seconds, I just had my finger on the button, but at first, I just couldn't do it to myself. Then, I forced my hand at the button, and I fell to my knees of the lab screaming. I clung my hands and dug my fingers into my hair; now I felt like my entire brain was rearranging, as if all the swirls in my cerebral cortex were changing in different angles. A whole rush of nerves jolted around my head, until finally, after about thirty seconds, the feeling stopped.
I looked around at my new self, and then at the lab.
"Huh…it feels kinda…weird now."
I tried looking at a couple of my inventions, like a robot man that was still being made. A bunch of red and blue wires were sticking up from its steel back, and I took a set of wire cutters.
"How does this thing work?"
I stared at the wires and then at the cutters.
"Meh…"
I tossed the cutters aside, and took off my lab coat…
I then went down the elevator, only to discover what I had been using for one all along.
"Ok…why did I choose this to be an elevator?"
As soon as I was out, Cal waved at me from the backyard.
"Hey, s'up, Flint! Ya got anotha new invention or somethin'?"
"Oh, I really don't feel like doing that, Cal. I'm gonna go see my Dad."
As I was walking to my house, I glanced at my reflection from the glass doors, and gasped. I then felt the top of my head.
"Oh God…why did I go around looking like that?!"
I ran straight into my bedroom, and when Dad found me in the kitchen, my hair was combed and slicked straight down. I was also wearing a plain, navy-blue t-shirt instead of my other t-shirts I wore with my coat.
"Son…did you…fix your hair? And you're not wearin' your lab coat."
"I know, Dad. Back when I had Asperger's, I made an invention that would change my brain back to normal, and it worked! I've got a normal brain now, I don't have Asperger's anymore!"
My Dad's eyes showed under his furry eyebrows, and on that note, I frowned.
"Is something wrong, Dad?"
"Well, son it's…just that…well, if ya don't like inventing anymore…what do you wanna do?"
"Hmm….well, I dunno, this is the first time I've ever felt like doing anything but inventing. I think I'm gonna take a walk around town just to, you know, give my new self a test run."
"Ok..."
I walked out the door, and left to where my Dad's Bait and Tackle shop was. Townspeople waved at me as I went along.
"Hey there, Lockwood!"
"What's up, Flint?"
"Hiya, Flint!"
I gave a friendly wave and hello back to them, and then, Brent made his way to me.
"What is up, Flint my man?!!"
I felt a little uncomfortable being around Brent.
"Uhhh, hey, Brent."
Brent gave me a hug so tight, it nearly broke my back.
"It is so good to see you, my man!"
Then Brent let go and I straightened my spine.
"So, you got any new gizmos or gadgets to show us today?"
"Eh, I'm not really that interested in inventing anymore."
Brent gasped and his jaw dropped.
"B-But why not?!"
"Well, I was just diagnosed with Asperger Syndrome, but-"
Brent suppressed a chuckle. "I'm sorry, what did you just say?"
"I was just diagnosed with Asperger-"
Brent then burst out laughing, and my face saddened. "Brent, please, this day's been hard enough already."
"I'm sorry, kid, it just sounds so funny!"
I rolled my eyes and stormed out. "Forget it."
Brent watched me leave with a confused, sad look on his face...
I tried going into my dad's Tackle Shop. There a couple of redneck-looking men waved at me.
"Hey there, Lockwood!"
"Got any new do-hickies in store fer us?"
"No, I really don't feel like inventing. But it's a long story."
"Aww, darn it! I was hopin' for somethin' real special like that there food storm before it got all twistified!"
I gave a polite chuckle. "It's ok, you'll never see something like that around here ever again."
After that, I walked back home. I didn't sing in my own little theme song or talk to myself or anything. I just passed by my neighborhood as if I was no different from anybody in Chewandswallow. My Dad seemed to be waiting for me by the door.
"Oh, hey, Dad."
"So, son…you really think you're…normal now?"
"Yeah. But whenever I tried to talk to people, all they seemed interested in was my inventions. In fact, that's the only they really asked me. I guess it'll take some time to show them the new me."
"So you've really given up inventing..for good? You really don't wanna do it anymore?"
"Not really, no. I don't even know how more than half the stuff in my lab works anymore."
I just smiled and shrugged my shoulders as if this was no big deal.
"But, Flint, don't you remember how much of a hero you became with your Asperger's? It was because of your Asperger Syndrome that you got so talented in the first place."
I sighed sadly. "I appreciate your kind words, Dad, but I was never talented naturally. I only got that way to make up for being socially awkward. It was because I was disabled I got so smart, not because I was normal and talented. It just doesn't feel that meaningful anymore."
"Well, if ya don't like science anymore, what do you like?"
"Frankly, I'm not sure what I should be going for anymore. But thanks to my Bachelor's degree in Science, I'll probably take up something simple yet productive for my job, like business."
"Like the Tackle Shop?"
"No, like…I really don't know. Maybe I could try working in finance or something."
"Ya know, son, you really didn't have to do all this."
"It's no big deal, Dad, really. I'm just glad I can finally feel normal again. At least I can finally live a normal adult life like you wanted. It won't fill me up with anxiety anymore."
Dad fell silent for a moment. Then he seemed to switch topics to something else.
"Oh, and another thing, too, the town's gonna have a funeral for the Mayor next week, and I was thinking maybe you oughta go, since… you were a soul witness, so to speak."
I thought about this for a moment. "No way! After all that stuff he did to me! Nu-uh! It's sad that he's dead, but what's there to like about a guy like him?"
I went back up into my lab, and my dad kept on staring at me as I left.
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Post by ral365 on Apr 24, 2010 11:32:54 GMT -5
Oh, I almost forgot to mention; thanks so much for everyone's thoughtful compliments so far on the fanfiction. Feel free to give me any constructive criticism if you'd like.
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Post by philintphan on Apr 24, 2010 18:14:58 GMT -5
I dunno if I like him this way or not. I wonder if he's going to miss being super smart? Cause I know I would.
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Post by ral365 on Apr 24, 2010 18:35:03 GMT -5
philintphanWell, more of the story will come later. BTW, have you ever gotten made fun of because Asperger's sounds like "Ass Burgers?"
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Post by philintphan on Apr 24, 2010 19:12:03 GMT -5
No, not like that I haven't. But some people do take me as "weird" BTW, I made a new CWACOM video if you haven't seen them lately You should check it out
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Post by ral365 on Apr 24, 2010 19:17:18 GMT -5
Yeah, me too. I have Asperger's, too, and I am CONVINCED that Flint has it, which is why I wrote this fic. I asked you that question 'cause I wanna see if readers understand the part in Chp 3 where Brent laughs because he thought Flint said he had "Ass Burgers." Sure, maybe I can check out your video.
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Post by ral365 on Apr 24, 2010 20:18:36 GMT -5
Author's Note: Cody the Maverick (or anybody for that matter), see if you can see the new symbolism here I told you about. You were so insightful on analyzing symbolism in the real CwacoM, you actually inspired me to do this for my own work.
Oh, and just in case nobody got it in the last Chap., when Flint mentioned his Asperger's, Brent thought it meant something like "Ass Burgers"
Chapter Four: Resisting Arrest
Over the next week and a half, life went on as usual in Chewandswallow. The giant food was still there, but there weren't any inventions out of me whatsoever. In fact, things seemed to be getting more uneventful in town since then. A lot of stores went out of business because I stopped the food storm, but as the days went on, tourists hardly ever showed up to the island, and some the people seemed to have a sort of hint of boredom as I'd see them walk about. The Ratbirds that feasted on the giant food also added to the dreariness quotient, scaring people off and making Chewandswallow look more like a dump.
I was also having less and less fun around Brent. I often got annoyed by his care-free, party-dude attitude. He would give me a hearty slap on the back, hug me without permission, and every time he invited me to play football or party at his house, I'd respectfully decline. I spent more of my time doing other things like searching on the internet for a good job, hanging out at bars, or hanging out at the movies. While I continued to keep my normal, every-day life sort of routine, the #1 question people around me kept asking me was if I had any new inventions coming up soon, but no matter how many times they asked, it was always the same.
I found an old lady walking on the street. "So what's the news for your next big idea, Mr. Lockwood?"
"I gave up inventing a long time ago."
And she gave me a sad face. "Ohhh…"
Cal and his friends found me again in the yard.
"Hey, dude, any more new inventions?"
"No, Cal. I really don't do inventing anymore."
"Awww, snap!"
In a few minutes, I saw Brent go by again near the Tackle Shop.
"Hey, Flint, just wanna apologize for what I said the other day. About laughin' at you're um...you're...well ya know."
I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, sure, whatever."
Then Brent gave me another back-breaking hug. "Awesome, man!"
But I quickly shoved him away. "Brent, get off of me!! God, you act like a frickin' homo!!"
"Hey, I was just wonderin'. I've never been in your lab before. You think maybe sometime I can come up and check it out and see all your new invention-?"
"I AM NOT DOING ANY MORE INVENTIONS!! YOU'VE ASKED ME THAT THREE TIMES THIS WEEK AND IT'S DRIVING ME CRAZY!!"
Brent looked hurt. "I'm sorry, Flint. I didn't mean to piss you off."
I was so annoyed I gave Brent a scornful look. "I know you don't mean to; it just comes naturally. Get a life."
Brent's eyes and jaw went wide, and glared at me hard as I stormed off.
At one point, some construction workers were taking a coffee break near the wreckage of a house in the suburbs. There was a swarm of Ratbirds munching on a giant banana, chocolate chip cookie, and cheese cube on top of the wreck.
One blonde man called out to me. "Hey, Flint! Where've you been? We need your help getting all this food out of the town."
"Oh, y-yeah, the food. One of my inventions went a little hay-wire, and it's gonna take me a while to fix, but don't worry, I'll get to it in no time."
"That's what you've been saying all week. I understand being an inventor is hard work, but we gotta clear this food out soon or we'll have more people sleeping on this giant food of yours!!"
"Right."
The workers gave me a scornful expression, and as I was leaving, I couldn't help hearing some of them talking to each other.
"Lockwood is such a terrible liar."
I walked back to the lab calmly, but as soon as I couldn't see the guys anymore, I rushed down the sidewalk. I was only a hundred feet from my block when I almost ran into Sam!
"Whoa, Flint, you ok?!"
"Sam, could you PLEASE be more careful next time?!!"
Sam looked shocked to see me yelling at her, but then, I took a deep breath.
"I'm sorry. It's just this entire town is really...."
I sighed before I could lose my newly found temper again.
Sam asked a little hesitantly, "How's your head doing?"
I gently rubbed the top of my head. "It's been feeling ok, thanks. I'm going back to the hospital in a few days."
"That's good. Hey, listen, there's something I wanna tell you."
"I'm sorry, Sam. I don't have a lot of time to talk. I'm kinda busy with helping out the town."
"All right. Can we talk more later?"
"Sure, whatever."
"Ok, see ya."
Sam gave me a tender kiss on the cheek, but I just kept going my way without another word, leaving Sam standing there looking hurt and confused.
I rushed past Sam and raced up to the lab. As soon as I closed the curtains, I stood there, catching my breath.
"What am I gonna do?! If I tell them I've cured my Asperger's, they'll hate me for it! I can't save the town if I don't know how to work my own inventions. I could get it back..."
Just the words "get it back" made me cringe. I didn't wanna relive everything I'd been through already with my condition. After a moment of thinking, I finally decided.
"I gotta tell those guys the truth."
I went down the elevator back out into the town, but I didn't go far before I went past Brent and a group of guys he was hanging out with. He glared at me hard as he saw me go by.
"What is with Lockwood lately? He thinks he can just blow me off because he has BURGERS IN HIS BUTT!!"
That did it. The height of my anxiety and fury reached a whole new level. I froze in my feet for a few moments, until finally, I spun around and gave him a spiteful glare.
"Brent, take...that...back...now!"
"Not until you take back how you've been blowing me off so much! I'm sorry I've been bothering you, but you don't have to act like a complete jerk about it!!"
"Look who's talking!!"
"You called me a homo just because I gave you a big hug!!"
"I just don't like being touched without permission, ok?"
"You still didn't have to insult me about it!"
"I can couple this up with several other reasons why you're a brainless, brawny imbecile!!"
"Shut up, burger butt!!"
Finally, I reached right for Brent, and pounced right on top of him, strangling him.
"TAKE THAT BACK, BRENT!! TAKE BACK WHAT YOU JUST SAID, RIGHT NOW!!"
"AHH!! FLINT, PLEASE, LET GO!! I CAN'T BREATHE!!"
"NOT UNTIL YOU TAKE BACK WHAT YOU SAID!!"
"YOU FIRST!!"
I then yanked Brent's hair til he was bending backwards screaming. I also kicked Brent's jaw and gave him a left black eye with a punch, when suddenly, I stopped and my anger softened. I had never seen a more terrified, heartbroken look on Brent's face. His hair ragged, one of his two front-teeth missing, his left eye purple. Brent simply stared at me flinching, tears streaming down his face.
"I don't wanna hurt you, kid." Brent sobbed, holding his jaw, "I just wanna be friends again."
"I-I...I'm so sorry, Brent, I can honestly explain everything..."
Suddenly, Officer Earl came to the scene.
"What is goin' on here?! Brent, what happened to you?!"
"Well Flint Lockwood, he hurt me-"
But by the time Earl had turned around...I was gone.
"FLIIIINT?!! FLINT LOCKWOOD?!!"
I had already run away when Earl wasn't looking, but unfortunately, the other town's people spotted me run down the streets to the suburbs.
"EARL, HE'S OVER THERE!!"
"HE'S GETTING AWAY!!"
Earl sneered as he saw me escape. Soon Earl was flipping and jogging all across town like a ninja with his eyes glued right on me.
"GET BACK HERE, FLINT LOCKWOOD!! YOU'RE RESISTING ARREST!!"
Brent desperately followed Earl. "Wait, no!! Don't hurt him!!"
Some of the other townspeople tried to help Earl by grabbing onto me or following me, but I dodged, slid, and even shoved people out of my way so I could escape. I even ran into some more Ratbirds that all cawed or tried to bite me as I ran down the street. I was half a mile ahead of Earl, and I couldn't see him by the time I made it toward the lower-class parts of Downtown, but I could hear him search every alley and street for me. I hid behind a closed supermarket, and Earl had all eyes and ears open for the tiniest sign of my presence.
"LOCKWOOD, YOU'RE ONLY MAKIN' THIS A LOT HARDER ON YOURSELF!! GET-BACK-HERE-NOW!!!"
At first I was too scared to move, but finally, I ran into a forest behind the supermarket. Once there, I stopped to catch my breath. I could not believe that all this was happening to me. I knew in retrospect, I should have let Earl catch me so I could explain everything, but how on Earth could I justify what I did to Brent? But I couldn't let myself get arrested; I wanted to find a way to set things right before I was about to spend a long time in prison.
Then I felt something sharp stick into my left side. I dug into my pocket and found my Autism ribbon pin still there. I stared at it for a few moments, but then, I gave it an angry toss across the woods, over a giant apple a swarm of Ratbirds were feasting on. However, I accidentally hit a Ratbird with the pin, and gave me a threatening snarl. I slowly backed away, only to accidentally step on another Ratbird's tail! It bit my leg, but I quickly shook it off on the road. I ran down the streets again, but that same Ratbird I shook off flew toward me, and bit me again on my hand. More Ratbirds nearby on the streets, and on giant food looked up and saw their comrade attacking me. Soon whole swarms flew over to me and started biting me, cawing in my ears, or scratching any part of my body or clothes they could get their beaks and claws on. I tried swatting or kicking them away, but they just kept me lying on the road in pain. Naturally, Earl heard their cawing and screeching, and raced to the scene. He saw the swarm of Ratbirds flying or scattering around, and scared them away.
"Shoo, get outta here you nettypeckin' pests!"
Earl gasped when he saw me lying on the ground. My clothes were tattered and torn, and there were bite marks and scratches all over my face, neck, and arms, some of which were bleeding. My cuts and wounds were stinging and burning so much, I could hardly move. As Earl cradled me in his arms, I stared at him weakly, trying hard not to lose consciousness.
"Earl?" I sobbed.
"Flint Lockwood, you are in more trouble than you could imagine, but we gotta get help for you ASAP."
Within seconds, I blacked out in Earl's arms.
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Within minutes, Manny had come with an ambulance, and was looking over me. Dad and Sam stood by, and their expressions were crestfallen. Brent was explaining everything to Earl. After he checked my pulse and heartbeat, Manny finally turned up to Earl, Sam, and Dad.
"He's unconscious, and his wounds are bad, but with enough treatment in the hospital, he will recover."
Then Sam spotted something near where Earl found me. Dusted in Ratbird hair was my Autism Awareness pin. She looked at it with tears in her eyes, and held it close to her heart.
Soon another red ambulance came over for me. Several doctors put me in a stretcher and oxygen mask as they loaded me in, and everyone else joined in.
Sam gently stroked my forehead as she and Dad cried over me.
"Flint...what kind of mess have you gotten yourself into?"
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Post by Yellow Dragon on Apr 24, 2010 20:26:16 GMT -5
Note: This was wrote after 3rd chapter. Well... That's pretty nice! I like your way of narrating and love your description of the specific Aspergers behaviour. But... I don't like to see so sad Flint. In my vision he is a little bit optimistic. P.S.: I like to be different. P.P.S.: Please, wait for my critique. It will be later. Now I'm ill and my brain works not so good.
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Post by philintphan on Apr 24, 2010 20:33:20 GMT -5
awww! I hope this gets better.
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Post by breezyrulez on Apr 24, 2010 20:46:50 GMT -5
Simply incredible ral. Simply incredible. You have such an imagination. I really think we should like act this out... like have somebody record the voices of Flint (themselves trying to sound like flint), Sam, Tim, Brent, Earl, etc. That really would be fun! ;D
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Post by ral365 on Apr 24, 2010 21:33:02 GMT -5
@breezyrulez
Thanks, breezy, but I'd rather not.
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Post by philintphan on Apr 24, 2010 21:47:48 GMT -5
The poor guy needs a massage to the soul. He's so hurt.
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Post by breezyrulez on Apr 24, 2010 22:15:00 GMT -5
The poor guy needs a massage to the soul. He's so hurt. I really agree.
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