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RockmanG	October 31 2008, 01:26 PM
Boardman of Advanced Thinkers Posts: 17 Group: Member Member #51 Joined: October 9, 2008	The first thing Conor felt was the burn of boling water on his hand. Yelping, he jumped up, clutching his scalded skin. Disoriented, he gazed at the remains of his favorite tea on the floor, and felt a pang of sadness. This had been one of his best cups yet, complete with six packets of Splenda and a tub of imitation cream. He stared at it for a minute, pondering, when the reason that he'd fallen suddenly occurred. With a start, he jumped away from the phone, where it lay simmering in the still steaming puddle. Nervously, almost as if it was going to jump at him. The details were vague, but he remembered an elderly woman speaking to him over the phone. However, he didn't remember any details of the conversation. Maybe his room mate would know something. However, as he looked around the dorm they shared, he saw no signs of activity. He moved to the bedroom, and peered into it. As he usually did, he tried to reach out with his sense to search it. When he first did this, his room mate had called him a freak, and though the incident had been dropped, he still tried it every now and again. Somewhere, he'd gotten it in his mind that it would work one day. He was completely unprepared as the world flashed, taking on an eerie, almost foggy tinge, with everything going dark around him. Crying out in alarm, he covered his face with his arm, but froze in shock. His arm was covered in ghostly blue fire, rising like steam from under his skin. Conor flailed his arms, and if he had been shocked before, the surprise was just beginning. As he waved one arm, part of the fire coalesced and flew into the wall, punching a two foot hole in it. Panicking now, he threw himself on the ground, rolling frantically to try and put himself out. The event ended just as suddenly as it started, when the world returned to normal and he no longer seemed to be on fire. He shakily stood, then fell to one knee as a wave of weariness washed over him. His vision faded out for several seconds, and it was minutes later when he was able to move again. "Ughhhh..." he groaned, holding his head, "Riley? Are you here? I need the tylenol..." No response came. In fact, usually around this time, the whole campus was amking noise. But there was nothing. Nothing but the erratic beating of his own heart. Conor staggered to the window, overlooking the courtyard from the second floor. The place showed signs of recent inhabitance, like scattered books and papers, but nobody was there. Absolutely nobody. Overcome by a feeling of isolation, he went to the table and sat down, staring straight ahead while his mind wrestled with the concept. What on earth was going on? Edited by RockmanG, October 31 2008, 01:53 PM.


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