Author: sunnettle12199 PM
A few months after the science fair, Nassor brilliantly creates something from lab notes of Victor's. Will anyone know and what difference would it make if that thing was given life without love but part of a, soul? (Writing as I go. Meaning, story might have slight changes.) Warning: Mysterious Evil.Rated: Fiction T - English - Humor/Adventure - Nassor - Chapters: 2 - Words: 4,100 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 02-14-13 - Published: 01-23-13 - id: 8938683
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Okay. This is my first chapter of the story. Since I haven't had this story put up with some last few touches I fixed it up for you guys. Hope you enjoyed reading it so far, Thanks. :)
This guy "Rossan" is pronounced as in 'Rossun'.
Discalaimer: I do not own it obviously...
One a night, just like almost every night it rains with thunderstorms over the town of New Holland. Rain falls, hitting the ground like popping of water balloon, gushes of rain spilled splashing over roofs of suburb houses. Dark gray clouds clustered up above flashing lightening once or twice then thunder rumbling on. More lightening flashed and from from the clouds coming down. It was attracted towards a particular house. Just like any other suburban house but stood out as lightning fulminated around.
There was a window, dimly lit inside.
A tall, dark young boy stood in the middle of his own bedroom looking down at something no one in this world could possibly create.
It looked exactly like him. Black hair, stressed eyes, an oval face and wide broad shoulders. It was laying across an old fashion ping pong table surrounded with used metal, pieces of plastic silicone, and a box of sharp tools used for it.
He had just finished making his own realistic version of himself. It was fleshy with silicon spastic but had metal inside replaced for it's human type system. He has no idea why exactly but in the meantime this can be his all time winning science project for the next year to come. Can also give him more time to himself and be in more places than one.
The fake boy flickered it's own eyes. Nassor watched with exhilaration giving a light quirky grin staring across from it having felt accomplishment and hope.
He came closer expecting it to rise up beside him but nothing happened. Nassor frowned putting his head down.
'That reaction obviously was the lightening's attraction to metal.' He thought.
He wore his pyjamas, only wearing the bottoms and had bat winged pattern on them. There where no ideas coming upon his brilliant mind. First of all it was 2 Am, loud thunder rolled on outside, concentration came slowly to him and he hasn't slept in days because of this extrordinary invention. He is almost done, just a few more things to do until it can become alive.
Nassor turned around taking his eyes to the window walking towards it. His walk was added with thuds, slumping like he always did. Like a Franken monster! Levelled at his squarish head he looked out. Bags came over his eyes with tiredness, blinking slowly as lightning flashed outside.
Suddenly his face was with amazement. A light bulb clicked on over his head and turned on from lightening like a wake up call.
"Of course. how couldn't I have noticed..." He added in a fustrated manner. Speaking low with an accent lisping of his, he rose an eyebrow looking down beside him and picked up a few papers on some stacked boxes which toppled over.
Flipping the papers over to the other side and there it was, his scientific discovery notes from Victor's lab bringing his beloved pet to life. He went on scanning throughout those specific notes with inclination.
"If lightening can bring the dead to life, so will my soulless creation? Yes, it will work. I KNOW it can..." He spoke out raising up his hands in hope as lightening flashed about.
To the studying desk he opened up the front drawer picking up three balloons blowing into each one. Finding some string he tied it to each end of them. Coming back to his window again he used his free hand to push the bottom part of the window flipping it open. Rain trickled down with wind blowing into his room. He quickly pushed them out floating up into the sky. Taking the strings he tied the ends losely to the windows handle.
Near his created self there where two medium sized alligator clips and clipped it on to the robotics hands. Using the balloon strings and some more devices of electricity he attached them all together. As he became close to done, Clouds came closer together and lightening struck at the balloons.
Sparks and waves of electricity ran down its string into his room connecting to all the running appliances. Nassor put over his welding mask and watched intentionally from the side, it was covered over with a white sheet.
Shaking rapidly with shocks, sparks flew around and the sheet fell off. It was about to explode but wasn't stopping. The electricity kept going because of the metal attraction.
Nassor drawn forward coming closer. Everything became surprising for him, his mind rushed trying to think of another way but he came too close. Eletricity had connected him.
It shocked him too quickly. Theything was shaking over the table. Lightening shocks zapped them together in the whole process. Tiny lights was being shown around them then finally stopped dieing off.
"GraaaAHH!" Nassor failed around. So did his creation underneath him.
Falling off the ping pong table and onto the floor the real Nassor pushed off the ground back to his feet. So did his other self coping him.
"I-interesting...Hmm." Nassor said with an electric studder as he examined him walking around watching closely. He prodded its side.
"Grrraahhah." It responded from his touch. He sounded just like him.
"I will name you, Rossan. Opposite from my own 'Nassor'." He explained briefly pointing his hand to Rossan's chest then to his own showing the difference of their names like he was born with a new brain to learn with.
Rossan stared around him and his movements as he went over to his bed and laid down under the covers and yawned tiredly.
"I need rest. There's school tomorrow, good night." He flicked off the switch from his lamp beside him.
Rossan walked over slumping just like Nassor have and grabbed his covers laying down right against him in bed. Nassor looked over and glared slightly as he needed space so he awkwardly turned around letting him sleep through the rest of the night.
Sunrise came shinging brightly over the town, birdschirping, it felt like a nice day if you slept long enough. But one boy doesn't really take his life to a cheery way,...Nassor, he turned over to look at the time on his clock.
[ 7:01 ]
Making a slight groan at his alarm clock he slightly got up then 'Slam!' he hit his dented clock and stopped inturupting. Light shined brightly enough into his room that he had to squint rubbing his eyed as he rolled out of bed having the most tired look on face. He never gets more than 7 hours of sleep on school mornings but this one was the worst above all, the dreadful Monday's.
By taking a few steps on the ground a head rush came over him. He stopped and glanced at the mess in his room enduring the blood rushing to his head.
'No wonder I fell over, did I give away part of my soul...?' He thought looking down at his flat bare chest. He have felt a little weak than his normal self.
'No. Maybe it was thunderous clouds raging upon the night of my making...'
Rossan wasn't anywhere to be in his room. Walking out the door and across the upstairs hallway he could hear two people, they where his parents busy talking downstairs. Then he heard his creation speak, It was his own tone of voice responding back to his aunt and uncle. Their probably thinking Rossan was their actual nephiew.
'I hope this doesn't mean what I think...it means.'
Nassor quickly got downstairs and walked into the kitchen straight for the kitchen being noticed he took out some sort of fruity cereal while his aunt and uncle where busy talking with Rossan. He heard them asking a question or two at the dining table.
'My parens know about him...?'
Quietly he walked towards them by the table tiredly as he ate his cereal staring at Rossan who seemed to be sitting infront with his bag for lunch and had clearly been dressed into his day clothes.
'Looks like he will be the one learning today instead of me.' He thought again. Nassor's aunt and uncle then noticed him there and went attentive for him now, they seemed to be quite satisfied and not surprised seeing another 'Nassor' boy here.
Nassor stopped in his tracks and saw them both looking to him. He never know's what they will say or do because he's not one bit like them at all.
His uncle spoke out and smiled "You are creating great progress!" He walked out from the kitchen and headed out to the door getting ready off for work.
His Aunt followed her husband and nodded from his statement fixing the tie of his. Nassor and Rossan stayed in the kitchen listening.
"Yes, it's like Rossan's your twin, another nephiew of mine." She laughed out with her husband acting like it was a joke "Maybe he can even replace you for your chores." Nassor ate the rest of his cereal not really caring.
"Yes. Anyway, Nassor. Whatever your aiming at, keep at it." He yelled out then was gone out of the house. For once Nassor makes and does something his they approve of.
Nassor doesn't feel much for anything in life but he was a little astonished being praised for something like this from them. His parents are not really alive anymore but still, from the looks on their faces and the statements they made he was expecting they would have been conserned for him, always knowing he was odd being more than just different. And he was.
After finished his breakfast and snaching his lunch infront from Rossan he lead him into the living room. Rossan looked a the TV curiously so he sat down at the couch. He seemed to be zoning out staring at the blank screen.
"What you get is what you deserve..."
Someone whispered right by his left ear.
Nassor stood by the steps leading to upstairs as he heard it clear as day. Seconds after he could feel a little chill as it got inside his head echoing once more but said again almost in unison as the other.
His eyelid gave a little twitch from this myserious cause so he walked over to the tv and turned it on lowering the volume feeling releive of another noise being heard.
"There, watch tv and learn while I get busy today."
Coming back to his room upstairs he picked out an unused outfit the same as any other in his wardrobe and put it on. Grabbing his worn out backpack and learning notes putting other things he needed inside he headed downstairs and went past the living room quickly.
"Bye, Nassor." Rossan spoke out as he tredded past by behind him to the front entrance.
"Bye." Nassor replied sternly then shut the door walking out.
Rossan stared at the TV again as it went fuzzy for a few moments;
An evil smirk crept upon his lips.