Post by Eya on Dec 12, 2011 18:29:05 GMT -8
It took a while for Zylle to adjust her eyes to the dusty gloom. Finding herself at the living room, she could tell that no one's been here for a long time after the ransacking. Furniture was smashed, rifled through, and the remains scattered. Everything was broken thoroughly, as if someone was looking for something small and really important. Even the light fixtures and sockets were pulled apart. She picked through the other rooms, her bowed figure showing how she carried her heavy heart. After two or three rounds through the first floor rooms--which consisted of a living room, long hallway, a simple yet sturdily made flight of stairs, kitchen, visiting room/ dining room, a snug den, and two bathrooms--, she notices a sheet of paper left at the foot of the stairs, pristine in contrast to the muddied thin carpet. It was the army post.
What on Earth is this!??! Zylle thought. Ma and Pa never did anything illegal. AND OUR HOME IS NOT A HOVEL YOU BIG, FAT, LAZY, SPOILED-BRAT NIT-PICKS! She suppressed a growl which shook her short frame. They were just scientists. Ma's a chemist and Pa's a nano-technologist. There's nothing wrong with it! Feeling her jaws clenching, she hurriedly fishes a pencil out of her pocket and placed it gently between her teeth. She sinks down and sits on the bottom step as she feels herself relax. Zylle wipes her tears away from her eyes. I getting to the bottom of this.Zy-fire shakily gets up and, after squaring her shoulders, storms upstairs to her parents office. (Parents's bedroom, Zylle's bedroom, a bathroom, and her parent's office are situated up there.)
That room was the biggest in the house, even more so when they extended it into the balcony and up another floor. The worn and wooden door directly faces the U-turn of the stairs and has a red bulb stuck at the top. It has a peephole heading out and a message slot heading in where Zylle uses to give her parents urgent mail and notes. She had been strictly forbidden from entering the office a few years back, even in emergency situations when the red light is on. Sometimes, when her parents were working, she could hear very strange noises coming from the room. She even fancied that they watch TV there for some reason or another because the clamoring was so reminiscent to the sounds of the creatures in the cartoons and science shows that she watched when she was smaller.
For the past few weeks before her parents were taken away, Zylle had observed with growing alarm that her parents were working at a feverish rate in their office. They went through that door with bursting energy and they came out with haggard bodies and over-excited minds. Ma’s meals weren’t cooked with love anymore; Pa doesn’t have time to help her with her homework; and they even worked on Saturdays, and Sunday evenings after dinner.
“What are they up to in there? What was so dangerous and so mind-blowing that they won’t let me in and that they are willing to expose themselves to it every day?” Zylle asked as she stood in front of the door. She had no idea whatsoever of what was in there, for her parents never entered and exited in front of her. And come to think of it. Why on earth was this door not battered down? Zylle placed her hand on the door knob, twisted it, and—tried to pull the door open. The latch glowed for a while and after a flurry of whirrs, clicks, and poofs, it opened with a creak. Zy was much too excited and tried to enter the doorway before she even saw through. PLANK! sounded the inner metal door as Zy-fire slammed herself against it. She staggered backwards a few steps, slightly stunned. Her stupid bewilderment soon vanished when she saw the metal door.
It was a beautiful work; the door was a solid polished mass, an almost-white silvery blue. It shone faintly as it outlined with a glittery white thread-like substance her previous position that she pressed against the door. It also captured the details which were unique to each person: the fingerprints, skin prints and facial features. A digital and not-so-digital orange banner appeared on top. It said “ASSESSING” for a while, then it was “Zylle Wolfers. If your parents have suddenly disappeared, DO come in. If not, you are bound by your honor NOT to.” Zylle quickly noticed her mother’s writing style and her father’s favorite colors. She grinned ruefully; this door was definitely made by them. As she stepped forward, the metal door opened with a WHOOSH then followed by two clicks. Zy entered and the door closed gently and firmly behind her, emanating a series of clashes and clangs as it re-conceals itself.
MR and MRS WOLFERS hovel shut down due to DANGEROUS and ILLEGAL research.
If any VALUABLE resources are found, report IMMEDIATELY to the ____(please let me know which word I can insert here)____ office.
BIG REWARD.
If any VALUABLE resources are found, report IMMEDIATELY to the ____(please let me know which word I can insert here)____ office.
BIG REWARD.
What on Earth is this!??! Zylle thought. Ma and Pa never did anything illegal. AND OUR HOME IS NOT A HOVEL YOU BIG, FAT, LAZY, SPOILED-BRAT NIT-PICKS! She suppressed a growl which shook her short frame. They were just scientists. Ma's a chemist and Pa's a nano-technologist. There's nothing wrong with it! Feeling her jaws clenching, she hurriedly fishes a pencil out of her pocket and placed it gently between her teeth. She sinks down and sits on the bottom step as she feels herself relax. Zylle wipes her tears away from her eyes. I getting to the bottom of this.Zy-fire shakily gets up and, after squaring her shoulders, storms upstairs to her parents office. (Parents's bedroom, Zylle's bedroom, a bathroom, and her parent's office are situated up there.)
That room was the biggest in the house, even more so when they extended it into the balcony and up another floor. The worn and wooden door directly faces the U-turn of the stairs and has a red bulb stuck at the top. It has a peephole heading out and a message slot heading in where Zylle uses to give her parents urgent mail and notes. She had been strictly forbidden from entering the office a few years back, even in emergency situations when the red light is on. Sometimes, when her parents were working, she could hear very strange noises coming from the room. She even fancied that they watch TV there for some reason or another because the clamoring was so reminiscent to the sounds of the creatures in the cartoons and science shows that she watched when she was smaller.
For the past few weeks before her parents were taken away, Zylle had observed with growing alarm that her parents were working at a feverish rate in their office. They went through that door with bursting energy and they came out with haggard bodies and over-excited minds. Ma’s meals weren’t cooked with love anymore; Pa doesn’t have time to help her with her homework; and they even worked on Saturdays, and Sunday evenings after dinner.
“What are they up to in there? What was so dangerous and so mind-blowing that they won’t let me in and that they are willing to expose themselves to it every day?” Zylle asked as she stood in front of the door. She had no idea whatsoever of what was in there, for her parents never entered and exited in front of her. And come to think of it. Why on earth was this door not battered down? Zylle placed her hand on the door knob, twisted it, and—tried to pull the door open. The latch glowed for a while and after a flurry of whirrs, clicks, and poofs, it opened with a creak. Zy was much too excited and tried to enter the doorway before she even saw through. PLANK! sounded the inner metal door as Zy-fire slammed herself against it. She staggered backwards a few steps, slightly stunned. Her stupid bewilderment soon vanished when she saw the metal door.
It was a beautiful work; the door was a solid polished mass, an almost-white silvery blue. It shone faintly as it outlined with a glittery white thread-like substance her previous position that she pressed against the door. It also captured the details which were unique to each person: the fingerprints, skin prints and facial features. A digital and not-so-digital orange banner appeared on top. It said “ASSESSING” for a while, then it was “Zylle Wolfers. If your parents have suddenly disappeared, DO come in. If not, you are bound by your honor NOT to.” Zylle quickly noticed her mother’s writing style and her father’s favorite colors. She grinned ruefully; this door was definitely made by them. As she stepped forward, the metal door opened with a WHOOSH then followed by two clicks. Zy entered and the door closed gently and firmly behind her, emanating a series of clashes and clangs as it re-conceals itself.
(I fully expect this to not be replied to until at least a month from now) 