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Babymullet Ver 9.8 · 19-04-2008

I have come to the conculsion, that I need to finish this story. As much as I want to finish my other story, all my creative energy seems to to skip right past my other projects and straight into Treehouse. So for the sake of actually getting things done, written, and out of the way, I present to you Treehouse, part 2.

A word before you begin. The chapters in this part are going to be fairly long, in order to make easier for you, I'll try and post a little bit of each chapter as often as I can. This way I can focus more intently on smaller bits and portions and make a better story, and also there won't be massive time periods between updates.

And expect some freakin bitchin fight scene, I've been working on the bar fight scene in my head for the past few weeks. Although for some reason, there is always a person getting hit with some sort of fish in my stories....perhaps my sub-thought mind is trying to tell me something.

Treehouse 2.1.1
Taking a deep breath, Chad began to kill himself. Using Novalen like a surgeon wields a scalpel; Chad severed the link between his mind and body. With one snip, his heart stopped beating; another slice stopped the neurons in his spinal cord from firing. His mind floated about in his skull before he made one final cut, the part of his body that anchored his mind. His perceptions went from dull nothingness, to overwhelming freedom in an instant.

Chad’s mind rushed out of his body and filled the room in a moment. It poked the corners and quickly found cracks to seep out into the open air. His mind quickly spread out as far as it, covering an entire county in a few moments. The shrill ecstasy of being everything at once overflowed Chad’s thoughts, to be free to be anything, anywhere, any-

FOCUS

The thought pulsed through his mind; he mentally stumbled and struggled to gather up all of his leaky thoughts back in one small relative location. He swayed in the air as his thoughts tumbled down and bounced off the minds of others, sending shivers down people’s spine, ghosts in the corner of their eyes, and turbulent thoughts in the minds of the crazed.

For some, his mind actually slipped a ride on a passing soul. For a few moments he was Rick. A garbage man, Rick loved his job, Rick loved driving a big truck, Rick loved the lunch he had stashed under his seat. Rick became Clara. Clara was shouting at a kid, Clara was angry at the kid for stealing something. Clara became Joey, who was being shouted at for stealing some food because he was hungry. Joey was still hungry.

FOCUS
His mind pulled itself back together, occupying a single point in space. Chad cast his thoughts around in the tumbling currents of Novalen and whispered into them the name of his target. Novalen bended to his thoughts as it created a wake for Chad to follow towards his target.
It was possible to find virtually anyone using Novalen, given that they didn’t put up any protective elementals or barriers. Even then the Novalen carried the memory, the fingerprint, of all those who had touched. Surfing through the Novalen, Chad leapt from fingerprint to fingerprint as he got ever closer.

Over time, the sight of a small city painted away to show farmlands, plains, forests, all dominated by a massive mountain range that loomed in the distance. With a sudden wet smack Chad ran into a completely different environment. Sending out a pulse of Novalen similar to how Dolphins use sonar, Chad was able to place where he had traveled. He was floating above the slums of a city, the ooze of hopelessness and despair leaking into the world of Novalen.

PULSE

Chad stopped; for lack of a better word he had felt a noise. His mind floated motionlessly as he strained his thoughts to located said pulse once again. After no signs of the pulse for five minutes Chad shrugged, a slightly impressive feat given that he didn’t had shoulders at the moment, and followed the wake of Novalen.

It was a few more seconds afterwards did he run straight into a hard object, his thoughts splattering against its surface like a ball of mud thrown to the ground. Shaking himself back together Chad sent out chirps of Novalen to probe the surface he had run into. After a few chirps, his thoughts mumbled about in confusion. He had run into a line, a geometric shape that simple does not occur in the chaotic world of Novalen. He continued around the line until he ran across a corner; before he quickly realized that he was dashing around a square.

“If only I paid more attention to Flatland.” Chad thought to himself. He gave a final chirp to look over the square. The tug of Novalen leading him inwards was quite strong, he was now certain where his target was. Although the square still confused him, he had never seen anything like it before.

“Perhaps Zagmut will know more” He thought as he turned around and headed back to the Treehouse on his own wake of Novalen. He took a different route, kissing the top of mountains and trees as his mind rocketed over the terrain below; his speed spraying the Novalen out in all directions, making his movements all the more difficult to track. Chad’s speed was so intense that in less than a dozen minutes he found himself floating over his dead body, and the companion that was keeping him alive.

Erica was focusing most of her effort in keeping Chad’s body functioning. Only by the constant Novalen powered forces Erica was using to pump his heart and exchange oxygen in his lungs was keeping Chad’s body from deteriorating. A single spark of life was all that was jumping around inside his brain, the only thing that prevented him from truly dying.

Chad gently nuzzled his mind against Erica’s body as a sigh of thanks before he began to move back into his body. Taking a deep mental breath, he slammed his mind into his body as hard as he could. Nothing happened at first, and Chad had to beat his body silly in order for a crack large enough to slip into appeared. He slowly eased himself down the crack and back into his body; small blips of pain flaring up as he came across parts of him that were more dead than alive. With another mental breath, he took control.

“GAHH!!” Chad moaned as he suddenly became aware of where exactly everything that was a part of him was, and the state it was in. Deep chills that ran to his bones gripped every inch of his body; blood slowly began moving through his veins in irregular spurts and pulses. A massive headache flared as his brain suddenly resumed the role as chief activity center for thoughts.

“Shhh…it’s okay…you’re back now.” Erica gently whispered in his ears. He felt her warm body suddenly up against his, and his panting began to die down. Covers were suddenly drawn over the two and Chad felt the warmth of their breaths mingle as he began to bring his mind slowly back behind its walls and shields. He gently fell asleep in the warmth of Erica’s arms, their mission was important, but luckily time wasn’t of the essence.

19-04-2008	#1 (permalink)
Babymullet Ver 9.8 Head Jester Join Date: Jan 2008 Location: Oregon Age: 19 Posts: 513 Threads: 30 Gallery Uploads: 8 Blog Entries: 5	Treehouse part 2 I have come to the conculsion, that I need to finish this story. As much as I want to finish my other story, all my creative energy seems to to skip right past my other projects and straight into Treehouse. So for the sake of actually getting things done, written, and out of the way, I present to you Treehouse, part 2. A word before you begin. The chapters in this part are going to be fairly long, in order to make easier for you, I'll try and post a little bit of each chapter as often as I can. This way I can focus more intently on smaller bits and portions and make a better story, and also there won't be massive time periods between updates. And expect some freakin bitchin fight scene, I've been working on the bar fight scene in my head for the past few weeks. Although for some reason, there is always a person getting hit with some sort of fish in my stories....perhaps my sub-thought mind is trying to tell me something. Treehouse 2.1.1 Taking a deep breath, Chad began to kill himself. Using Novalen like a surgeon wields a scalpel; Chad severed the link between his mind and body. With one snip, his heart stopped beating; another slice stopped the neurons in his spinal cord from firing. His mind floated about in his skull before he made one final cut, the part of his body that anchored his mind. His perceptions went from dull nothingness, to overwhelming freedom in an instant. Chad’s mind rushed out of his body and filled the room in a moment. It poked the corners and quickly found cracks to seep out into the open air. His mind quickly spread out as far as it, covering an entire county in a few moments. The shrill ecstasy of being everything at once overflowed Chad’s thoughts, to be free to be anything, anywhere, any- FOCUS The thought pulsed through his mind; he mentally stumbled and struggled to gather up all of his leaky thoughts back in one small relative location. He swayed in the air as his thoughts tumbled down and bounced off the minds of others, sending shivers down people’s spine, ghosts in the corner of their eyes, and turbulent thoughts in the minds of the crazed. For some, his mind actually slipped a ride on a passing soul. For a few moments he was Rick. A garbage man, Rick loved his job, Rick loved driving a big truck, Rick loved the lunch he had stashed under his seat. Rick became Clara. Clara was shouting at a kid, Clara was angry at the kid for stealing something. Clara became Joey, who was being shouted at for stealing some food because he was hungry. Joey was still hungry. FOCUS His mind pulled itself back together, occupying a single point in space. Chad cast his thoughts around in the tumbling currents of Novalen and whispered into them the name of his target. Novalen bended to his thoughts as it created a wake for Chad to follow towards his target. It was possible to find virtually anyone using Novalen, given that they didn’t put up any protective elementals or barriers. Even then the Novalen carried the memory, the fingerprint, of all those who had touched. Surfing through the Novalen, Chad leapt from fingerprint to fingerprint as he got ever closer. Over time, the sight of a small city painted away to show farmlands, plains, forests, all dominated by a massive mountain range that loomed in the distance. With a sudden wet smack Chad ran into a completely different environment. Sending out a pulse of Novalen similar to how Dolphins use sonar, Chad was able to place where he had traveled. He was floating above the slums of a city, the ooze of hopelessness and despair leaking into the world of Novalen. PULSE Chad stopped; for lack of a better word he had felt a noise. His mind floated motionlessly as he strained his thoughts to located said pulse once again. After no signs of the pulse for five minutes Chad shrugged, a slightly impressive feat given that he didn’t had shoulders at the moment, and followed the wake of Novalen. It was a few more seconds afterwards did he run straight into a hard object, his thoughts splattering against its surface like a ball of mud thrown to the ground. Shaking himself back together Chad sent out chirps of Novalen to probe the surface he had run into. After a few chirps, his thoughts mumbled about in confusion. He had run into a line, a geometric shape that simple does not occur in the chaotic world of Novalen. He continued around the line until he ran across a corner; before he quickly realized that he was dashing around a square. “If only I paid more attention to Flatland.” Chad thought to himself. He gave a final chirp to look over the square. The tug of Novalen leading him inwards was quite strong, he was now certain where his target was. Although the square still confused him, he had never seen anything like it before. “Perhaps Zagmut will know more” He thought as he turned around and headed back to the Treehouse on his own wake of Novalen. He took a different route, kissing the top of mountains and trees as his mind rocketed over the terrain below; his speed spraying the Novalen out in all directions, making his movements all the more difficult to track. Chad’s speed was so intense that in less than a dozen minutes he found himself floating over his dead body, and the companion that was keeping him alive. Erica was focusing most of her effort in keeping Chad’s body functioning. Only by the constant Novalen powered forces Erica was using to pump his heart and exchange oxygen in his lungs was keeping Chad’s body from deteriorating. A single spark of life was all that was jumping around inside his brain, the only thing that prevented him from truly dying. Chad gently nuzzled his mind against Erica’s body as a sigh of thanks before he began to move back into his body. Taking a deep mental breath, he slammed his mind into his body as hard as he could. Nothing happened at first, and Chad had to beat his body silly in order for a crack large enough to slip into appeared. He slowly eased himself down the crack and back into his body; small blips of pain flaring up as he came across parts of him that were more dead than alive. With another mental breath, he took control. “GAHH!!” Chad moaned as he suddenly became aware of where exactly everything that was a part of him was, and the state it was in. Deep chills that ran to his bones gripped every inch of his body; blood slowly began moving through his veins in irregular spurts and pulses. A massive headache flared as his brain suddenly resumed the role as chief activity center for thoughts. “Shhh…it’s okay…you’re back now.” Erica gently whispered in his ears. He felt her warm body suddenly up against his, and his panting began to die down. Covers were suddenly drawn over the two and Chad felt the warmth of their breaths mingle as he began to bring his mind slowly back behind its walls and shields. He gently fell asleep in the warmth of Erica’s arms, their mission was important, but luckily time wasn’t of the essence.