The continuation
Hello, and thanks to amazing support from one person who obviously enjoyed my story, I bring you the continuation. I hope the good reviews keep on coming. I think this one lives up to the standards of the other one, and if it does, i wouldn't mind contintuing the story, i just don't know where i would take it from there. I am open to suggestions. Anyways, here it is. Enjoy.
Tiel smiled. The first test had worked unbelievable well. But one good result never proves that all results will be just as good. Tiel smiled again, brighter this time. “Begin test two.” he said.
Loud dance music poured out of every orifice of Jason’s house. Not that anyone minded. They came to party, and if you complained about how loud the music was, you probably aren’t a party person. But one person complained about the music, and that’s where things got interesting.
Eliza had been to a party before. She just hadn’t enjoyed it. She had decided to get herself to this one, however, because one of her best friends was going, and she wanted to spend some time with her. She could feel her bones shake from the music, even from outside the house. They were escorted in by one of Jason’s friends, because Jason was too busy partying out in various other places. Eliza and her friend grabbed some food, and went into the main living room, which had been converted into a dance floor and general party central. They danced for awhile, and soon Eliza had a headache that she could’ve sworn was going to explode her brain. When she couldn’t take it anymore, she began to search for Jason. It took her a few aggravating and painful minutes to find him, and when she did, e was surrounded by a gaggle of ladies, and would obviously not pay attention to her if she tried to talk to him. She walked slowly up and tapped him hard on the shoulder. He stopped, and turned.
“What do you want?” He said over the din. “I want you to turn the music down, my head is killing me!” she responded. “Psh, yeah right!” said Jason, “I’m not gonna turn down the jams because one lame-ass person has a headache.” Eliza made a motion to respond, but Jason casually, yet meaningly, pushed her off.
To the onlookers, it was like a thunderclap, even with the music blasting. Jason had pushed Eliza in the shoulder to get her to back off and get lost. Eliza had snapped.
Jason watched as everything seemed to blur into slow motion. Eliza’s eyes flickered and took on a strong, dead tone. Her body stiffened, and in a matter of split-seconds, brought her left palm hard forward into Jason’s chest. Anyone watching could have sworn she had some dynamite in her hand, because Jason’s body exploded off of her hand backwards at a tremendous rate. He flew back across the room, about 15 feet, dropping a few girls in the way. Large cracks appeared in the wall that he hit, and a slight rupture was visible after he slumped out of the way. Jason’s blurry vision faded away into unconsciousness.
Silence. The music stopped, and everyone stared in shock at what had just happened. Anyone who tried to step forward and stand up for Jason were quickly deflected by the sheer look of Eliza’s burning ice eyes.
Eliza unstiffened, and blinked. The first thing she noticed was the utter quiet enveloping the room. She looked around, full circle at the wide eyed party-goers immobile in incomprehension. Eliza slowly, and carefully walked out of the house, got in her car, and drove home.
Tiel allowed himself more of a smile than usual. Things were going his way. “This deserves a celebration.” he said, pulling out a shot glass and some bourbon. He slowly poured himself a shot, swirled it around for a while, then as if on a spontaneous thought raised his glass and said “Heh." He paused,
then said " To me.” and drained the glass.
Tiel smiled. The first test had worked unbelievable well. But one good result never proves that all results will be just as good. Tiel smiled again, brighter this time. “Begin test two.” he said.
Loud dance music poured out of every orifice of Jason’s house. Not that anyone minded. They came to party, and if you complained about how loud the music was, you probably aren’t a party person. But one person complained about the music, and that’s where things got interesting.
Eliza had been to a party before. She just hadn’t enjoyed it. She had decided to get herself to this one, however, because one of her best friends was going, and she wanted to spend some time with her. She could feel her bones shake from the music, even from outside the house. They were escorted in by one of Jason’s friends, because Jason was too busy partying out in various other places. Eliza and her friend grabbed some food, and went into the main living room, which had been converted into a dance floor and general party central. They danced for awhile, and soon Eliza had a headache that she could’ve sworn was going to explode her brain. When she couldn’t take it anymore, she began to search for Jason. It took her a few aggravating and painful minutes to find him, and when she did, e was surrounded by a gaggle of ladies, and would obviously not pay attention to her if she tried to talk to him. She walked slowly up and tapped him hard on the shoulder. He stopped, and turned.
“What do you want?” He said over the din. “I want you to turn the music down, my head is killing me!” she responded. “Psh, yeah right!” said Jason, “I’m not gonna turn down the jams because one lame-ass person has a headache.” Eliza made a motion to respond, but Jason casually, yet meaningly, pushed her off.
To the onlookers, it was like a thunderclap, even with the music blasting. Jason had pushed Eliza in the shoulder to get her to back off and get lost. Eliza had snapped.
Jason watched as everything seemed to blur into slow motion. Eliza’s eyes flickered and took on a strong, dead tone. Her body stiffened, and in a matter of split-seconds, brought her left palm hard forward into Jason’s chest. Anyone watching could have sworn she had some dynamite in her hand, because Jason’s body exploded off of her hand backwards at a tremendous rate. He flew back across the room, about 15 feet, dropping a few girls in the way. Large cracks appeared in the wall that he hit, and a slight rupture was visible after he slumped out of the way. Jason’s blurry vision faded away into unconsciousness.
Silence. The music stopped, and everyone stared in shock at what had just happened. Anyone who tried to step forward and stand up for Jason were quickly deflected by the sheer look of Eliza’s burning ice eyes.
Eliza unstiffened, and blinked. The first thing she noticed was the utter quiet enveloping the room. She looked around, full circle at the wide eyed party-goers immobile in incomprehension. Eliza slowly, and carefully walked out of the house, got in her car, and drove home.
Tiel allowed himself more of a smile than usual. Things were going his way. “This deserves a celebration.” he said, pulling out a shot glass and some bourbon. He slowly poured himself a shot, swirled it around for a while, then as if on a spontaneous thought raised his glass and said “Heh." He paused,
then said " To me.” and drained the glass.