Post by Tobias on Oct 1, 2014 20:28:43 GMT -6
Space. A single word that could convey something so infinite, and simultaneously miniscule. Tobias had no idea how long he'd been floating in the inky blackness, but there seemed to be no measurement of time anymore. As he reached out his hand and flexed his fingers, he imagined he could grasp a star within his palm, that once he did, the burning ball of light would swallow him up and he could be reborn, glowing, into something unyielding and free. The glass of the ship's dome was so clear, but he couldn't feel it. As this fact registered, he withdrew his hand and frowned, staring down at it. His hand was blue, and sporting just a few more fingers than usual. He blinked, aware of a strange sort of double vision as his fingers crept along weird stalks on his head, upon which sat a second set of eyes. His mouth would have dropped open in total shock, except...yeah, he didn't have one of those. Just three slits to breathe through, instead. What the fu--
Tobias felt his stomach lurch as the spaceship he was on collided with the side panel of something else – some other ship that was far larger and more intimidating than his own. And then he was falling, caught in a little blue planet's gravitational pull, plummeting with heart-stopping speed toward the Pacific Ocean. His ears thrummed with the rasping scream of tear damage to metal, and he could only release his echo of terror inside his head. <AHHHHHHHH!>
Tobias shot up in bed like a bottle rocket, taking deep, heaving lungfuls of air. The black and white cat curled at his side shot up too, hissing angrily. The boy didn't seem to take any notice, raking fingers through his messy blonde hair just to be sure, just to be certain, there were no crazy eye-stalks anywhere in there. He brought his hands close to his eyes in the dark and checked for the right amount of fingers – four, with one thumb. “Shit,” he said, low and with feeling. That disastrous descent had seemed so real. “...Dude,” Tobias whispered into the dark after a pause. “Hey, Dude.” No answer. “Duuu-uude...” He tried raising his voice a little, but gave up when the Norwegian Forest cat didn't respond to the beckoning call. “I'm sorry, you jerk. I was asleep, I couldn't help it.” He swung his legs over the side of the bed and pulled on a pair of jeans, fishing in his bedside drawer for the pack of cigarettes he knew he needed to throw away. He pulled a wrinkled wife beater over his head. His face was still grim as he smacked the bottom of the box against the heel of his hand, chose a slim stick and slipped it behind one ear. Tobias found Dude out on the porch as he tried not to slam the screen door. Didn't want to wake Aunt Helen up. “I used to dream about dinosaurs and the end of the world,” he told the cat, reaching up to scratch behind Dude's ears as he purred on the wraparound porch bannister. “Now I'm dreaming about four-eyed blue aliens. Is it any wonder I don't have friends?” He laughed humorlessly to himself, then paused. Maybe he actually did have some friends now. At first he wasn't sure how he felt about Jake offering to take him into his fold, but they seemed like a decent group. Still, Tobias knew he was the new kid, the weird one, the odd man out. He knew it, but it didn't seem to bother the others...and yet, he decided to stay quiet about these dreams he was having. Jake would probably tell him he needed to see a shrink. Briefly, Tobias wondered what Rachel would say. She'd probably laugh it off and call him crazy, too.
Tobias felt his stomach lurch as the spaceship he was on collided with the side panel of something else – some other ship that was far larger and more intimidating than his own. And then he was falling, caught in a little blue planet's gravitational pull, plummeting with heart-stopping speed toward the Pacific Ocean. His ears thrummed with the rasping scream of tear damage to metal, and he could only release his echo of terror inside his head. <AHHHHHHHH!>
Tobias shot up in bed like a bottle rocket, taking deep, heaving lungfuls of air. The black and white cat curled at his side shot up too, hissing angrily. The boy didn't seem to take any notice, raking fingers through his messy blonde hair just to be sure, just to be certain, there were no crazy eye-stalks anywhere in there. He brought his hands close to his eyes in the dark and checked for the right amount of fingers – four, with one thumb. “Shit,” he said, low and with feeling. That disastrous descent had seemed so real. “...Dude,” Tobias whispered into the dark after a pause. “Hey, Dude.” No answer. “Duuu-uude...” He tried raising his voice a little, but gave up when the Norwegian Forest cat didn't respond to the beckoning call. “I'm sorry, you jerk. I was asleep, I couldn't help it.” He swung his legs over the side of the bed and pulled on a pair of jeans, fishing in his bedside drawer for the pack of cigarettes he knew he needed to throw away. He pulled a wrinkled wife beater over his head. His face was still grim as he smacked the bottom of the box against the heel of his hand, chose a slim stick and slipped it behind one ear. Tobias found Dude out on the porch as he tried not to slam the screen door. Didn't want to wake Aunt Helen up. “I used to dream about dinosaurs and the end of the world,” he told the cat, reaching up to scratch behind Dude's ears as he purred on the wraparound porch bannister. “Now I'm dreaming about four-eyed blue aliens. Is it any wonder I don't have friends?” He laughed humorlessly to himself, then paused. Maybe he actually did have some friends now. At first he wasn't sure how he felt about Jake offering to take him into his fold, but they seemed like a decent group. Still, Tobias knew he was the new kid, the weird one, the odd man out. He knew it, but it didn't seem to bother the others...and yet, he decided to stay quiet about these dreams he was having. Jake would probably tell him he needed to see a shrink. Briefly, Tobias wondered what Rachel would say. She'd probably laugh it off and call him crazy, too.
