08-18-2006, 06:27 PM
BULMA
Part 1
Beep beep beep beep. Nathan used his hand to try to reach for his alarm clock, but with his eyes closed, he missed each time. His hands slapped his wooden bedside cabinet repeatedly, trying to find the alarm clock, but to no avail. The boy had choice but to slowly open his eyes, as he turned off his clock in frustration. He yawned, while his head still rested on his pillow, he yawned once more. He could feel himself drifting off back to sleep, trying to resist the sleep; he slowly opened his eyes once more trying to keep them open. Going to bed at 3.40 AM was the course of his tiredness. He normally had a method for getting the tiredness out of himself. He began to sing quietly to himself.
?Wake up wake up wake up, it?s the thirty first of the month
Get up get up get up get up get up
Wake up wake up wake up it?s the thirty first of the month
Get up get up get up get up get up?
He yarned once more, and then rose up from his bed. He pulled his bed covers off himself and stood up from his bed.
It was the 31st of the month, which meant it was Halloween, also known as The Night of The living dead. Nathan has never celebrated Halloween before, nor partaken in Trick or Treating. On the 31st of October, for the last 12 years, his mother always told him, that it was the night when witches did their evil, thus discouraging him and the rest of his siblings to ever celebrate the day.
Today is also the day that he and his R&B group called Heard, perform at a music festival called Halloween Havoc, in Manhattan, New York.
He went to his bathroom, and then opened his bathroom cabinet, and brought out his toothbrush and a tube of Colgate toothpaste. He gritted his teeth as the white toothpaste, which he placed on the strong bristles, brushed against his clear teeth. The sound made while he was doing so, was the same sound as a broom being brushed against a tiled floor. He began splashing the mirror with the toothpaste, which came from the paste being brushed against his teeth. After doing so, he gargled the Listerine in his mouth, making loud noises as he did so. His mother popped her head into the bathroom. ?Must you always make that ridiculous noise?? He turned around, still with the liquid in his mouth. ?Mmph mph? he mumbled. She gave him a look of disgust, not hiding her feeling s about the matter. He spat out the Listerine. ?Sorry mom,? he said still looking down at the sink.
Singing inside a shower, was a common thing for him.
?There?s a jealous guy in our town oh babeh
There?s a jealous guy in our town oh babeh?
A large steak double-decked sandwich occupied the hands of the boy. He was just about to take a bite into it, when his phone rang. He dropped down the heavy sandwich and answered his phone. ?Nath, last rehearsals at my place, at three o?clock!? he confirmed.
?Yeah okay,? he agreed. George?s house was the meeting point for the group. Why was it the meeting place? There was not really a reason why it was, but it just was.
Part 2
Nathan left his house at half past 2. It was around a 25-minute drive to George?s house. He drove in his blue Toyota Yarris, which he had been driving for over 6 months. He parked his car in a parking spot a few yards away from George?s house. He recognised the red Polo, which had been parked along the group of cars. After parking his small vehicle, he checked the registration number on the Polo. It was without a doubt Michael?s car. He had arrived at George?s house before him. He rung the bell, 20 seconds later, an attractive light skinned teen opened the door, smiling at the boy who stood outside. ?Hi Nath,? she greeted in a sexy tone. The remained silent, he only smiled back. He knew how much of a tease George?s sister was, and knew the chances of himself hooking up with her are slim, from past experiences. She had a habit of leading on Nathan, making him look like a sucker on many occasions. The flirting grew so old that he refused to fall for it anymore. She sighed, as he ignored her. She knew her games were not working anymore. Her elder brother warned her never to play games with any of his friends, but she never did listen. Nathan gave George a high five. ?What up man??
?I?m all good!? he replied. ?Did she try anything?? he whispered to his friend, in relation to his sister.
?I didn?t give her the time of day. Man, your sister needs to change the record!?
?Tell me about it,? agreed the other.
?Catch you later,? said George?s Sister Naomi, as she slowly walked up the stairs, hoping Nathan would take a good look at her backside as she did so. He ignored her once more, turning his attention away from her, pretending he was not the least bit interested. ?What up Mike?? asked Nat entering the living room. The other teen was sitting on a sofa. ?Man your sister?s a HO!? he told George. Michael was not the type of person who held in anything. He was not afraid of saying anything, to anyone, at any time. Whatever was ever on his mind, he would let his feelings open to the whole world, regardless of whether he is your friend or not. Nathan on the other hand kept his personal feelings to himself, even though his view of Naomi was not pleasant.
The three friends sat in the room talking. Michael suddenly changed their topic. He looked at the time on his Cell Phone. ?Man, why do we always have to wait on Chris. That late ass mother fucker!? he cursed. ?My mom? coughed George, as subtle as he could be. The woman entered the room, like The Terminator. She stared down at Michael. ?Swearing in my house again are you? Boy, this is the last time. If I ever catch you swearing in my house again, I?m gonna put my foot so far up your behind, that you?re gonna have toes for teeth! You got that??
?Yes Mrs Smith,? he replied, as he lowered his head. Nobody said a word until the woman left, which told you about her reputation. The two others snickered. ?I told you,? said George, sure his mother would retaliate. The boy?s doorbell rang once. George looked through his living room blinds. ?Guys guess who it is??
?Daffy Duck?? guessed Nathan, sarcastically. They all laughed aloud. Everyone knew Nathan for his open sarcastic jokes. George went to the door with a smile on his face, from the joke made, and opened the door. ?Took you long enough!? he said to the guest, named Chris.
?I?m still here,? said the 6?4 teenager, who lowered his head, as he entered through the door. His height made confirmed him as the tallest member of the group. ?Well there?s your duck!? Nathan pointed towards the tall teenage boy. The others laughed, leaving the late comer stunned. ?Did I miss something?? he wondered curiously.
?If you had come here two minutes early then you would not have missed the joke!? explained the one responsible for the joke. ?Fuck you all then,? said Chris to them as he took a seat. Nobody said a word, as they all stared at the curser in horror. He gave them a bizarre look as his reply, wondering why they all wore the same faces. A woman, who was familiar to him, entered the room. ?GEORGE,? she roared out. ?I swear it was not me Mrs Smith.? Chris rubbed his corn rolls with his hands, while he gritted his teeth nervously. Everyone who knew George?s mother knew what she was like, everyone! She is known as the only person who can put Naomi in her place, and easily too. ?Oh so it?s Chris. Boy if I ever catch you swearing in my house again, I will slap your skin off your bones! Got it??
?Yes Mrs Smith? he said sincerely.
?I?ll be sure to come to your performance tonight. NOW START REHERSALS!? she roared out aggressively, making the boys jerk their heads back. The second she turned her back, they begun rehearsing. ?Now that?s more like it,? she said smiling, as she left the room. Naomi popped her head into the living room; two of her friends were with her. They all began giggling happily, as they listened to the group of boys practice. They all stopped singing. ?Continue,? said one of the girls, who wore a pleasant smile. ?We don?t need any disturbances while we rehearse no offence. Y?all can here us at the concert, you girls are gonna be there right??
?Of coarse,? said the other girl Dee-Dee, who seemed to be attracted to Nathan, and most of all to his voice, which she thought was very sexy. ?Come girls let?s leave em,? she told the others.
?No, lets stay,? Naomi insisted, determined to piss the boys off, especially Nathan, who she gave a seductive look to. ?Are you gonna let Naomi look at me like that?? said the boy, wanting to see a fight between the two. He was hoping he would see Dee knock some sense into her. She and Nathan liked each other?s company. The only person, who stopped the two from getting a chance to date, was Naomi. She would often tag along with them while the two went out, making sure nothing happened between the two. The only reason she did this, was to get back at him. She believed that he stole her brother George away from her. The two are best friends, but that was never the case. She was once her brother?s best friend until Nathan entered his life, which pissed her off so much. Dee-Dee laughed, she was not going to lay a finger on Naomi as much as he wanted her to. She did not feel threatened, because she knew her friend had no feelings for Nathan. She knew Naomi did it to wind him up. What George?s sister failed to realise was that the more she came between the two, the more they fancied each other.
"Scram!" said Michael, knowing what would have happened if he had used a stronger word on her. He hoped she would get the message. She loved his fierce and fiery attitude, which happened to turn her on. If Michael told her to jump off a bridge, she would tell him to get lost. If he told her to jump the fuck off a bridge and drown to death, she would do it without question. Therefore, when he told her to scram, she did so, leaving the four to finish off their final rehearsals.
Part 3
By the time it was 7.PM, they had finished their rehearsals. The concert opens at 9.PM, and their slot time is 11.55 PM. Their performance is the second to last performance of the night, which gives them enough time to sort out any other matter. Before Noami and her friends had left, Dee-Dee had wished the group good luck. Naomi on the other hand told them to break a leg literally, but her comment seemed to be more towards Nathan. At least that is what he suspected. He prayed to himself, so what she said would not happen, even if she were joking. The four left George?s house at 10.30 PM, to their journey. It was a fancy dress party, and only the performers were exempt. Of course, however nobody was going to stop a performer from dressing up as a Skeleton if the person desired to.
It was 11 PM, and the group had made it to Manhattan.
?Okay let?s move,? ordered Michael, who was eager to rock the crowd. He had been going on about how he would outperform the others, on their way to the backstage area of the open stage. The large area of grass contained over 700 people. The sky was dark, the music was blazing, and the vibe was as high as a skyscraper, which boosted Michael?s confidence. He could not wait to get onto the stage. He constantly began looking at the watch, counting the minutes go by, which went by very slow. Nathan on the other hand was nervous; he could feel his heart pounding heavily. The only thing he looked at the whole time was the people on stage. He was hoping that one of them muffed up, so if he muffed up, at least they would not really mind. Unfortunately, for him, the group had a good performance, and got an exceptional response from the crowd.
It was 11.52.PM and the female presenter got onto the stage once again. A full moon was now out in the open. ?You okay Michael?? asked George. The teen had his hands on his face; he then fell onto one knee. All the performers who were in the area made a circle around the group, as they tended to their fallen member. His vision became blurry, and everyone seemed to be spinning around him. ?Michael, Michael? yelled Nathan. Their calls seemed to be fading away in his mind, until it came to the point when he could not hear what they were saying. ?Shit shit shit? George panicked. ?It?s our time, what do we do? He?s the lead singer!?
?We?re fucked!? yelled Chris, stomping his right foot on the green grass.
?No, we?re FUCKED!? said George, correcting him.
?I?m taking the lead part!? Nathan explained to them softly, while still looking down at Michael, who seemed to be zoning out. His face turned pale in colour, they believed he was ill. ?Are you nuts? I?m not leaving him here!? George was not going to leave a member on the ground; he could not just leave him there. Nathan knew George was right; they could not just abandon him. He was part of the group and he did not feel it was right performing without him. Michael?s skin continued to turn even paler than before. It came to the point when his face turned grey. His skin slowly started to shrivel up, causing everyone to scream, even his friends. Chris held onto George?s arm. ?WHAT THE FUCK? he yelled. It did not take the crowd long enough to know what was going on. Like Piranha?s in the water, smelling fresh meat, they followed the trail, all the way to the large crowd, which surrounded the eroded teenager, who did not appear to look like a human being anymore.
The crowd grew so large, that it was impossible for everyone to see what was going on. It got to a point when people were jumping on the stage to see what was going on. It did not take for nosey instigators had pilled the stage up. ?Why the fuck is there a crowd?? asked Nathan in frustration. He had his hands on his head, and looked like he was about to explode. Michael on the other seemed like he was imploding. The ambulance had arrived, the loud sirens, which came from the white and red van, were evident of this. Michael lay lifeless on the ground, it looked liked his flesh had been sucked out of him thus making his physique look very lean. Nathan could feel his body weakening. His legs began to wobble and it seemed like he was ready to collapse in shock. He could not believe what he was seeing, nobody could. Some people began throwing up, and the sight of these people throwing up, caused others to throw up.
A horrible aroma circulated the area, a stench that came from the carcass. The large crowd separated into two, like the Red Sea being split into two. They watched the ambulance come through. ?A friend of yours?? asked the male medical doctor who was dressed in green. George replied ?Y-yeah!? Everyone was still in shock. He assumed he was a friend, by his facial expression. As the man kneeled down to inspect the humanoid, it opened its eyes, and put its hand around the nurses neck. It began to squeeze it tightly. The crowd, who were so eager to see what was going on, suddenly began to flee. ?Zombie Zombie? people yelled. ?Run for your lives!? others screamed. The creature took a bite out of the man?s neck, as the blood splattered on the Zombie?s face. ?Freeze yelled a police officer, who pointed his gun at the creature. ?No don?t do it,? he told the officer.
?Step aside boy.? George held Chris, who could not compose himself. His body dripped buckets of sweat. He tried to get him on his feet, but he would not budge. He needed to help defend Nathan against the police. The last thing he wanted was for any of his friends to be the victim of a bullet from a gun. A female pushed past the crowd and stood next to Nathan. ?Dee-Dee get away from here it?s dangerous.? The zombie now had a new target. It licked its lips as it slowly made its way over to the teenage girl; murmuring as it went did so. Nathan turned around, his eyes turned from Michael?s to hers. ?No stay back? he ordered, but the creature still did not listen, it continued to take steps forward. ?Stop or we?ll shoot,? said the head officer, growing more impatient. A shot was fired from the officer?s gun, causing screams. ?NOOOO? roared George darting forward. Chris, who had come to his senses, eventually with strained him, the sound of the gun going off was his wake up call.
Nathan opened his eyes, waking up from his silent slumber. ?Aaaarrggh? he moaned silently, inside the hospital bed. His arm had been placed in a cast. ?Michael, what happened to Michael?? he asked.
?He?s fine,? said a female holding his left hand. Their palms were sweaty, so Dee-Dee must have been holding his hand for a long time. ?Dee?so he?s aright but yesterday?he?I got shot??
?He?s fine, he?s just resting that?s all.? She kissed him softly on his lips. ?You will be too.?