16 May 2009
Psions - Chapter 3
10 April 2009
Psions - Chapter 2
By the moment Creo lifted his right hand up, the secret he had kept for seventeen years has been reveal. An invisible force shoots out from Creo’s palm, knocks the person on the bike that is up in the sky away. The person quickly leaps of his bike, and land right in front of Creo. The bike falls down and crashed into a tree beside the road. Creo came down from his bike and asks, “Who are you?” with anger. The person took of his helmet and reveals his face. He has short spiky blond hair and the scariest look Creo had ever seen. His eyes got Creo’s attention; it was a cold blue color. It gives a shiver down Creo’s spine when he looked into his eyes. The man has a killer’s eyes. “Just the same as you, my friend,” replied the man with a grin. “What do you want?” Creo shot back. “What do I want, there are many things that I want, as much as the stars up in the sky. Which one do you want to know?” the man started to laugh. “Stop kidding around. What do you want from me?” Creo shouted, his anger rising. “Haha… chill, my friend. You’re just about to know.” and the man lifted his arm.
A ball of water appears in front of the man’s palm, the waterball gets bigger and bigger. After the waterball is as the size of a beach ball, the next second it froze and turned into an iceball. This progress just happened in two seconds. The iceball then came rushing towards Creo, but Creo was fast, he quickly kneels down. The man grins and made more iceball, but now with sharp icy spikes. Creo also grins, get ready his hands in the air and said: “You’re a Psion?” The man shoots five spiky iceball at Creo, but with a wave of his palm all the iceball dropped to the ground. “Yes, I practice hyrdokinesis and cyrokinesis. What about you?” the man said and creates a new waterball again. “What do you really want from me?” Creo said ignoring his question. The man didn’t reply, he was focusing very hard on a waterball. The waterball grew and grew, already bigger than the beach ball by now. Creo was annoyed and asks again, “What do you want? I had never seen another Psion before; you had surprised me appearing today. I have many problems, maybe you can help me, but please stop attacking me!” The man didn’t reply him again; the waterball has become as big as a cannon ball, and it started to freeze.
Creo was starting to get worried about that huge iceball in front of the man; he was starting to get doubts on whether he can stop it. The iceballs are growing spikes now, millions of them popping out. Creo though maybe he should try making a psi shield, yes maybe that will work. The very purpose of psi shield is to block psychic attacks, and he started creating it. He imagines the energy from his body flowing out his palm, the energy creating bricks of psi building the shield. “Its time.” the man suddenly said and shot the huge spiky iceball towards Creo. Creo panicked, he hasn’t finish creating the psi shield. He then suddenly forgot how to move, as he was just born. He stood immobile, staring at the iceball flying towards him. And the last thing that he felt was a very big smack on his face.
28 March 2009
Psions - Chapter 1
Sorry for not updating so long, I was busy with my geografi project. But anyway, I had started to write a story, just for fun. Here's chapter 1 of the story, please enjoy. Please leave a comment or a review after you read it.
PSIONS
The doctor smiled and told her it’s a boy, and she smiled too. The doctor brought the baby to his mother. She holds her baby in her arms; she couldn’t believe it, she is now a mother! Although this seems a normal birth, but no one noticed it except the mother. When the baby came out, he never cried. The baby was named Creo.
Creo was always silent, not that he is mute or something, but that’s how he is. Always saying only a word or two, staying away from crowds, sitting alone in class, doesn’t communicate with people, daydreaming almost half of the day and always searching the sky for something. Creo now lives with his uncle and aunt, his parents died when he was young in a plane accident. His uncle always thinks that Creo is searching the sky for his parents, hoping they would come back to Creo someday. But that wasn’t it, the thing he was searching was way more important than his parents.
“Come eat your breakfast Creo, you’re going to be late to school.” His aunt called him from downstairs. Creo snap open his eyes as soon as he heard his aunt voice, his aunt had disturbed his deep meditation. He quickly gets his bag from the floor and went downstairs. His aunt has prepared fried eggs and toast bread for him; he quickly ate it and went to take his bike. He switches on his bike, type in the password, get on and he was on his way to school. The year was 2013; vehicles now don’t need fuel like in the past it uses water to move now. Creo as usual looked at the sky while he was driving, the road he uses to go to school was an old road, the new roads now are all above the ground. No one uses the old roads now because it’s full of grass, thorns and stones. But the one Creo uses was clean, smooth and hidden. Creo then switch his bike to auto-drive mode and laid-back on his seat.
Staring at the sky above, looking at the faded moon that is setting while the sun taking over the day. Feeling the wind blowing by him, and the coldness that hang in the air. He thought to himself once again, why did he need to do this job, why not someone else. Suddenly, he heard the sound of a bike engine roaring from behind, he quickly comes up and look behind. A person was sitting in the bike behind, Creo can’t identify who was it because the person is wearing a helmet. Creo move to the left lane to make way for the person because the person seems to be rushing. But when Creo move left, the person also followed him and moves left. Creo move to the right lane, probably the person wanted to use the left lane. But the person also followed him and moves right again. Creo was starting to get irritated because this person is disturbing his sweet morning ride to school. The person suddenly started to move faster, and his bike was about to knock Creo’s. Creo turn back and said: “Stop…” But he was too late, the person and his bike isn’t there anymore. They were already on top of Creo, up in the sky, falling down to crush him. And the only thing Creo did was to lift his hand up.