Superhumanlpfic.
Title: superhumanlpfic for now.
auther: .bennizzle.jizzle.
Fandom: Linkin Park
Rating: R
Description: ...I don't really have one yet
Rob/Chaz. Rob and joe popular. Mike and Brad skate. Phi class clown/ semi popular.
Rob- magnet. Mike-fire. Joe-senses. Phi-ice. LadyChaz-jumps. Chaz-speed Brad-strength.
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"Oh my Celine Dion!" one of them screeched, making a face. Her partially artificial, overly made up features wrinkled as she glared at whomever or whatever that was going by.
He turned absent-mindedly to see what had upset the bitch this time.
It was a moderately tall blonde boy skateboarding past. His long-sleeved black cotton shirt was partially covered by a short sleeved unbuttoned black and white plaid shirt. He was wearing black jeans and some old black DCs.
Rob was slightly disappointed that it hadn't been the half-Asian skater, but quickly brushed that feeling away. He glanced once more at the blonde, pondering the simplicity of the other boy's life. How he wished the could switch...
"Rob, Rob, Rob," Andrea sighed.
Instead of throwing a gruff response at the annoying chick that happened to be addressing him, he simply shifted his eyes to glance at her.
"Always so brooding. So deep in thought. What goes on in that head of yours? I'm intriguing."
Another rolled his eyes at the obvious display of her unintelligence. "Brooding. He's brooding. And you're intrigued." This one was Asian. Definitely not Chinese or Japanese.... Korean? At any rate, he was shorter than Rob, but not too short. Heavy-set, but not fat. His shoulders were broad, which suggested that he was, indeed, Korean. His build gave the impression that he worked out every so often. Rob decided that his show of bravery had been called for, thereby deeming him an okay guy.
"Whatever," The girl responded, obviously thinking the boy was out of line. "Tell us what you're thinking, Rob," Andrea repeated, turning her full attention back to Rob.
Just as he opened his mouth to lie in reply, he was cut off.
"You've a lot to learn about men," John said. "If we look deep in thought, we're thinking of a master plan to get 1) sex. 2) food. 3) sleep. Or 4) all of the above." A few other guys laughed and agreed.
The persistent girl rolled her eyes and looked back at Rob. "That's not true, is it?"
His phone rang before she could even finish her question and he answered the Restricted call without hesitation. "Yea?"
"I'm giving you twenty minutes to get here."
"Alright," he answered, closing his phone and ending the call. "Gotta go," he notified his companions.
"What is it?" Ileana asked.
John sighed dramatically. "As I said. It's either food, sex, sleep, or all three."
Rob nodded, not even bothering to fake a laugh. He made his escape quick and painless, waving his goodbye as usual.
He took a deep breath and left, not taking a glance back at the grassy hill which his associates still occupied. There was a large oak tree that provided appreciated shade during the summer, yet served no purpose during winter, which was the current season. And there they relaxed at the top, symbolic of how they think they're above everyone else.
He refused to refer to them as his friends. They were associates. Companions, if even that.
His friends were online. His friends understood him. They had the same interests as his. And, best of all, his friends loved him. But they still didn’t know everything about him.
With the exception of the people he was about to see, no one did.
This is the prologue to the story of how these people changed his lives and their own forever. And it all began on this day...
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dun Dun DUN!
More soon.
Late.
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Swift steps carried him there quickly and he was the first one there. He was a tad bit nervous about seeing them again. Okay, so maybe more that a tad. Alright, it was his greatest fear. Everyone loved him. But would they feel the same if they really knew him?
Screw butterflies. His stomach felt as if it contained 5-inch tall spiders that were wrestling and dancing at the same time. And these images did not help, as he already knew that he would puke if he didn't find a distraction soon.
He decided to bask in the peacefulness of his surroundings. The train tracks were nearby, surrounded by overgrown, half-dead grass. He was seated on a large rock that was flat on the top like a 90's hairstyle. The rock was shaded by a tress on the edge of the small forest behind him. There was construction going on somewhere off in the distance.
Suddenly he could hear the scraping sound of skateboards and his heart began thumping so hard, he feared his chest would implode. So soon? He had just begun to calm himself. He reminded himself to take deep breaths as he glanced up, nervous again. Yes, it was them. Quickly his eyes were elsewhere; he didn't want to be caught staring. As if he wasn't creepy enough without seeming like a stalker. So he continued trying to observe the things around him. Well, there were various other rocks of various other sizes near his spot, placed there for the others... And they were getting closer! After a few more deep breaths, he nearly had a heart attack when he heard something coming from behind him.
He spun around so fast that he almost threw up with dizziness. That and he fell off his rock, hitting his head on the hard ground. His vision left him for a second, and he still didn't know what or who had scared him.
"Dude, I am so sorry!" He heard a voice say as he felt someone trying to help him up. He still couldn't see anything, but heard two skateboards dropping to the ground as the two other rushed towards them.
" Are you ok?" Another voice asked. Rob felt a hand on his back and was immediately reminded of his nausea. "Rob?" The voice asked.
"Yea," he replied, finally remembering that he had a voice. "I'm fine." He sighed, blinking to make sure his vision was back.
"I'm sorry," The short reddish-haired freckled boy repeated.
"It's all good," Rob replied, blushing. "I guess I’m just a little on edge today.
The other boys smiled and sat down.
"So... any idea what it is this time?" the taller skater asked, shaking his head to remove his odd looking straight hair out of his face. He simply didn't look right with straight hair. It actually bore resemblance to a mullet.
"Nah. You know her; never tells more on a phone than necessary," the half-Asian skater said.
They went on to talk about something else, the tension in the air much less noticeable, if it at all existed. These were the only times Rob felt at ease; no secrets to hide, no expectations to upkeep, complete freedom. Although he was still a little nervous, these were the times when he felt alive.
“It looks like someone smacks him every morning with a ruler!”
“He literally has a thick red line going down his forehead.”
Mike and Brad were describing one of their teachers when another person approached. The laughter died down respectfully, smiles replaced with looks of seriousness.
However, relief washed over each boy as they immediately recognized the playful tone in their boss’s voice. “Evening, fellas,” she greeted them coyly.
Each smiled in return, mumbled hellos ringing in the air.
“Well, we seem to be in a bit of a pickle. So I need you to do me a favor.”
“What’s the story?” Brad asked.
“There’s this company. Goes by the name of American-Based Global Protection Corporation. They’re basically a bunch of science nuts on the government payroll thieveing taxpayers of hard-earned money. And although no one really knows exactly what goes on there, we do know that there are reasons for that. Founded by a group of billionaire’s sons with a bit too much free time. Mad scientist, wild discoveries, saving the world. That kind of thing. The problem with these types of businesses is that when there’s a ground-breaking discovery, the law is not exactly the first thing on your mind. So, honestly, there’s no way to be sure that these crazy places are legit.
“There are 50 locations worlwide, 13 here in the US. New York, Florida, Michigan, Alaska, Texas, Oregon, Virginia, blah blah. There’s also one here in California, but it’s quite a distance from here. Name of the town is Chula Vista. It’s literally 5 minutes from the Mexican border. Just south of San Diego. So anyone attempting to transport would be driving for quite a while. Any questions?”
Rob hesitantly raised his hand.
“Yes?”
“Great story, really. But what does any of this have to do with us?”
“Glad you asked. There’s word that ABGPA has a ‘special interest,’” she said with a twinkle in her eye.
“..In special people?” Mike guessed.
“Correct,” she smile, nodding as thoug she were about to leave.
“So,” Brad began, trying to sort it all out in his head. “You called us here to tell us to look out for ourselves?”
“No… they’re after us, aren’t they?” Dave questioned.
“No,” was the reply. All I want is for you to look out for each other and watch out for others.”
“Others being…?”
Two figures appeared from the direction their informant had come. “Others,” she said, nodding. “Nice seeing you again, boys. Must take my leave, for I have a plane to catch.”
“Where ya headed?” Mike asked her.
“Zaragoza, of course. Bye, boys.” She smiled, nodding as she left.
“Uhm, hi,” Mike smiled at the strangers. “I’m Mike.” He put his hand out.
“And I’m Dave. Call me Phoenix.” The red-haired boy did the same.
The first stranger was male. Pale of the skin, dark brown in the hair, brown in the eyes, friendly in the lips. He was taller than his companion, but not by much. He tilted his head to the side a little, looking at Mike’s hand. Then he slowly grabbed it and they shook. “I’m Chester. Call me Chaz,” he said, looking at Phoenix.
His female counterpart had much darker skin and hair, lighter eyes, thicker lips, softer features, and a curvier shape. She took Phoenix’s hand. “I’m Chasidy, but call me Chaz…” They looked at each other and laughed, the other boys smiling as Mike introduced everyone in turn.
“So where are you two from?”
“Can you guess?” Chester asked.
“Florida?” Brad said randomly.
“No.”
“New Zealand?” Rob asked.
“How’d you know?” Chasidy questioned, a little surprised,
He shrugged, shy now that the attention was once again on him. “Lucky guess,” he practically whispered.
Chester smiled at him for half a second and then looked at the others. “Actually, we’re from all over. And we just recently arrived from New Zealand,” he nodded.
“So what’s all this about ABGPA? Have you encountered these guys?” Mike asked, curious.
“Yes, actually.” Chasidy’s eyes darkened. “They’re sort of…”
“After us,” Chaz finished. “Word is that they’re currently searching Australia. That’s why we’re here.”
Brad nodded. “Ah. You chose our humble town as a hideout. That’s cool. I mean, this place isn’t cool. But it’s cool that you came here. Perhaps it won’t be quite as mind-numbingly boring now.” They were all tired of small-town life.
Rob up at the sky. Slow clouds rolling in. “Looks like rain,” he warned quietly.
“My house?” Phoenix offered. They agree and follwed him into the small forset towards his home.
“So all of you originated here?” Chasidy asked.
“Everyone but me. I’m from New Hampshire. We moved here about 3 years ago. Not quite sure why, though.”
“Do they know?”
“What?” Phoenix’s eyebrows burrowed. “Ok. My parents?”
She nodded.
“Yea. But they try their best to pretend that it isn’t true. They just want a normal son. And that’s what I am. For them,” he added, looking ahead.
“And the rest of you? Do your parental units know?” Chester inquired.
Everyone nodded except Rob. “They wouldn’t care anyway,” he said accidently. That certainly wasn’t meant to be aloud.
Their new friends loked as though they would ask for an elaboration, but Phoenix interrupted. “Here we are.”
Rob threw a grateful glance at the other boy, who only smiled whilst leading them out of the forest and towards a gate. To say it was tall would have been a major understatement. The thing was humongous. It was made a of a dark metal, perhaps wrought iron. It stood at about 4 meters and had a sharply-edged pattern of boxes and triangles. Simple, but the closer one got, the more complex it seemed. Mind-boggling and headache-inducing, even. Beyond was an array of grass, trees, plants, and even a small fountain. Phoenix used his keys to unlock the fence and then punched in the code on the inside. Signalling for everyone to follow him, he led the way across the brilliantly thriving grass. Each admired the scenery, wondering what life would be like is this were home.
..Yep. I actually like this one. It has much potential.
auther: .bennizzle.jizzle.
Fandom: Linkin Park
Rating: R
Description: ...I don't really have one yet
Rob/Chaz. Rob and joe popular. Mike and Brad skate. Phi class clown/ semi popular.
Rob- magnet. Mike-fire. Joe-senses. Phi-ice. LadyChaz-jumps. Chaz-speed Brad-strength.
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"Oh my Celine Dion!" one of them screeched, making a face. Her partially artificial, overly made up features wrinkled as she glared at whomever or whatever that was going by.
He turned absent-mindedly to see what had upset the bitch this time.
It was a moderately tall blonde boy skateboarding past. His long-sleeved black cotton shirt was partially covered by a short sleeved unbuttoned black and white plaid shirt. He was wearing black jeans and some old black DCs.
Rob was slightly disappointed that it hadn't been the half-Asian skater, but quickly brushed that feeling away. He glanced once more at the blonde, pondering the simplicity of the other boy's life. How he wished the could switch...
"Rob, Rob, Rob," Andrea sighed.
Instead of throwing a gruff response at the annoying chick that happened to be addressing him, he simply shifted his eyes to glance at her.
"Always so brooding. So deep in thought. What goes on in that head of yours? I'm intriguing."
Another rolled his eyes at the obvious display of her unintelligence. "Brooding. He's brooding. And you're intrigued." This one was Asian. Definitely not Chinese or Japanese.... Korean? At any rate, he was shorter than Rob, but not too short. Heavy-set, but not fat. His shoulders were broad, which suggested that he was, indeed, Korean. His build gave the impression that he worked out every so often. Rob decided that his show of bravery had been called for, thereby deeming him an okay guy.
"Whatever," The girl responded, obviously thinking the boy was out of line. "Tell us what you're thinking, Rob," Andrea repeated, turning her full attention back to Rob.
Just as he opened his mouth to lie in reply, he was cut off.
"You've a lot to learn about men," John said. "If we look deep in thought, we're thinking of a master plan to get 1) sex. 2) food. 3) sleep. Or 4) all of the above." A few other guys laughed and agreed.
The persistent girl rolled her eyes and looked back at Rob. "That's not true, is it?"
His phone rang before she could even finish her question and he answered the Restricted call without hesitation. "Yea?"
"I'm giving you twenty minutes to get here."
"Alright," he answered, closing his phone and ending the call. "Gotta go," he notified his companions.
"What is it?" Ileana asked.
John sighed dramatically. "As I said. It's either food, sex, sleep, or all three."
Rob nodded, not even bothering to fake a laugh. He made his escape quick and painless, waving his goodbye as usual.
He took a deep breath and left, not taking a glance back at the grassy hill which his associates still occupied. There was a large oak tree that provided appreciated shade during the summer, yet served no purpose during winter, which was the current season. And there they relaxed at the top, symbolic of how they think they're above everyone else.
He refused to refer to them as his friends. They were associates. Companions, if even that.
His friends were online. His friends understood him. They had the same interests as his. And, best of all, his friends loved him. But they still didn’t know everything about him.
With the exception of the people he was about to see, no one did.
This is the prologue to the story of how these people changed his lives and their own forever. And it all began on this day...
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
dun Dun DUN!
More soon.
Late.
+
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Swift steps carried him there quickly and he was the first one there. He was a tad bit nervous about seeing them again. Okay, so maybe more that a tad. Alright, it was his greatest fear. Everyone loved him. But would they feel the same if they really knew him?
Screw butterflies. His stomach felt as if it contained 5-inch tall spiders that were wrestling and dancing at the same time. And these images did not help, as he already knew that he would puke if he didn't find a distraction soon.
He decided to bask in the peacefulness of his surroundings. The train tracks were nearby, surrounded by overgrown, half-dead grass. He was seated on a large rock that was flat on the top like a 90's hairstyle. The rock was shaded by a tress on the edge of the small forest behind him. There was construction going on somewhere off in the distance.
Suddenly he could hear the scraping sound of skateboards and his heart began thumping so hard, he feared his chest would implode. So soon? He had just begun to calm himself. He reminded himself to take deep breaths as he glanced up, nervous again. Yes, it was them. Quickly his eyes were elsewhere; he didn't want to be caught staring. As if he wasn't creepy enough without seeming like a stalker. So he continued trying to observe the things around him. Well, there were various other rocks of various other sizes near his spot, placed there for the others... And they were getting closer! After a few more deep breaths, he nearly had a heart attack when he heard something coming from behind him.
He spun around so fast that he almost threw up with dizziness. That and he fell off his rock, hitting his head on the hard ground. His vision left him for a second, and he still didn't know what or who had scared him.
"Dude, I am so sorry!" He heard a voice say as he felt someone trying to help him up. He still couldn't see anything, but heard two skateboards dropping to the ground as the two other rushed towards them.
" Are you ok?" Another voice asked. Rob felt a hand on his back and was immediately reminded of his nausea. "Rob?" The voice asked.
"Yea," he replied, finally remembering that he had a voice. "I'm fine." He sighed, blinking to make sure his vision was back.
"I'm sorry," The short reddish-haired freckled boy repeated.
"It's all good," Rob replied, blushing. "I guess I’m just a little on edge today.
The other boys smiled and sat down.
"So... any idea what it is this time?" the taller skater asked, shaking his head to remove his odd looking straight hair out of his face. He simply didn't look right with straight hair. It actually bore resemblance to a mullet.
"Nah. You know her; never tells more on a phone than necessary," the half-Asian skater said.
They went on to talk about something else, the tension in the air much less noticeable, if it at all existed. These were the only times Rob felt at ease; no secrets to hide, no expectations to upkeep, complete freedom. Although he was still a little nervous, these were the times when he felt alive.
“It looks like someone smacks him every morning with a ruler!”
“He literally has a thick red line going down his forehead.”
Mike and Brad were describing one of their teachers when another person approached. The laughter died down respectfully, smiles replaced with looks of seriousness.
However, relief washed over each boy as they immediately recognized the playful tone in their boss’s voice. “Evening, fellas,” she greeted them coyly.
Each smiled in return, mumbled hellos ringing in the air.
“Well, we seem to be in a bit of a pickle. So I need you to do me a favor.”
“What’s the story?” Brad asked.
“There’s this company. Goes by the name of American-Based Global Protection Corporation. They’re basically a bunch of science nuts on the government payroll thieveing taxpayers of hard-earned money. And although no one really knows exactly what goes on there, we do know that there are reasons for that. Founded by a group of billionaire’s sons with a bit too much free time. Mad scientist, wild discoveries, saving the world. That kind of thing. The problem with these types of businesses is that when there’s a ground-breaking discovery, the law is not exactly the first thing on your mind. So, honestly, there’s no way to be sure that these crazy places are legit.
“There are 50 locations worlwide, 13 here in the US. New York, Florida, Michigan, Alaska, Texas, Oregon, Virginia, blah blah. There’s also one here in California, but it’s quite a distance from here. Name of the town is Chula Vista. It’s literally 5 minutes from the Mexican border. Just south of San Diego. So anyone attempting to transport would be driving for quite a while. Any questions?”
Rob hesitantly raised his hand.
“Yes?”
“Great story, really. But what does any of this have to do with us?”
“Glad you asked. There’s word that ABGPA has a ‘special interest,’” she said with a twinkle in her eye.
“..In special people?” Mike guessed.
“Correct,” she smile, nodding as thoug she were about to leave.
“So,” Brad began, trying to sort it all out in his head. “You called us here to tell us to look out for ourselves?”
“No… they’re after us, aren’t they?” Dave questioned.
“No,” was the reply. All I want is for you to look out for each other and watch out for others.”
“Others being…?”
Two figures appeared from the direction their informant had come. “Others,” she said, nodding. “Nice seeing you again, boys. Must take my leave, for I have a plane to catch.”
“Where ya headed?” Mike asked her.
“Zaragoza, of course. Bye, boys.” She smiled, nodding as she left.
“Uhm, hi,” Mike smiled at the strangers. “I’m Mike.” He put his hand out.
“And I’m Dave. Call me Phoenix.” The red-haired boy did the same.
The first stranger was male. Pale of the skin, dark brown in the hair, brown in the eyes, friendly in the lips. He was taller than his companion, but not by much. He tilted his head to the side a little, looking at Mike’s hand. Then he slowly grabbed it and they shook. “I’m Chester. Call me Chaz,” he said, looking at Phoenix.
His female counterpart had much darker skin and hair, lighter eyes, thicker lips, softer features, and a curvier shape. She took Phoenix’s hand. “I’m Chasidy, but call me Chaz…” They looked at each other and laughed, the other boys smiling as Mike introduced everyone in turn.
“So where are you two from?”
“Can you guess?” Chester asked.
“Florida?” Brad said randomly.
“No.”
“New Zealand?” Rob asked.
“How’d you know?” Chasidy questioned, a little surprised,
He shrugged, shy now that the attention was once again on him. “Lucky guess,” he practically whispered.
Chester smiled at him for half a second and then looked at the others. “Actually, we’re from all over. And we just recently arrived from New Zealand,” he nodded.
“So what’s all this about ABGPA? Have you encountered these guys?” Mike asked, curious.
“Yes, actually.” Chasidy’s eyes darkened. “They’re sort of…”
“After us,” Chaz finished. “Word is that they’re currently searching Australia. That’s why we’re here.”
Brad nodded. “Ah. You chose our humble town as a hideout. That’s cool. I mean, this place isn’t cool. But it’s cool that you came here. Perhaps it won’t be quite as mind-numbingly boring now.” They were all tired of small-town life.
Rob up at the sky. Slow clouds rolling in. “Looks like rain,” he warned quietly.
“My house?” Phoenix offered. They agree and follwed him into the small forset towards his home.
“So all of you originated here?” Chasidy asked.
“Everyone but me. I’m from New Hampshire. We moved here about 3 years ago. Not quite sure why, though.”
“Do they know?”
“What?” Phoenix’s eyebrows burrowed. “Ok. My parents?”
She nodded.
“Yea. But they try their best to pretend that it isn’t true. They just want a normal son. And that’s what I am. For them,” he added, looking ahead.
“And the rest of you? Do your parental units know?” Chester inquired.
Everyone nodded except Rob. “They wouldn’t care anyway,” he said accidently. That certainly wasn’t meant to be aloud.
Their new friends loked as though they would ask for an elaboration, but Phoenix interrupted. “Here we are.”
Rob threw a grateful glance at the other boy, who only smiled whilst leading them out of the forest and towards a gate. To say it was tall would have been a major understatement. The thing was humongous. It was made a of a dark metal, perhaps wrought iron. It stood at about 4 meters and had a sharply-edged pattern of boxes and triangles. Simple, but the closer one got, the more complex it seemed. Mind-boggling and headache-inducing, even. Beyond was an array of grass, trees, plants, and even a small fountain. Phoenix used his keys to unlock the fence and then punched in the code on the inside. Signalling for everyone to follow him, he led the way across the brilliantly thriving grass. Each admired the scenery, wondering what life would be like is this were home.
..Yep. I actually like this one. It has much potential.