Update on The Freak ^-^

Please note that Alex IS a girl…

The Freak

Chapter One

The History of the Freak of a Boy

Michel’s POV:

I was running, run run run that was all I could think of. I glanced back at the house, and I saw the flames licking at the walls and roof. To this day, I have always wondered how the fire started on my mom’s bed. I ran towards the dock, (we have a seaside home). I turned away from the house, and all the memories, happy or sad, that had originated from there. Choking on smoke, I dashed onwards, and chanced a look back at the house again. I turned around again, just in time to run into a large barrel with strange ooze inside…

Chapter Two

The History of a Rebel

Alex’s POV:

My parent’s where…well…dead… And here I was at the orphanage. 6 years with my parents, but 5 years in this damn hell of a place. (An orphanage). I glanced around to make sure no one was watching, and, seeing that no one was around, I grabbed a cookie from a jar normally reserved for newcomers or injured people. Unfortunately, my alertness happened not to pay off. I was promptly sent flying with a ___-(insert deadly weapon here). “*sniff* nuns are evil”

Chapter Three

The Beginning

(Two Years Later)

Alex’s POV:

‘I was walking in a circle when I found a piece of paper colored red, white, and blue and it said:

I was walking in a circle when I found a piece of paper colored red, white, and blue and it said:

I was walking in a circle when I found a piece of paper colored red, white, and blue and it said:

I was walking in a circle when I found a piece of paper colored red, white, and blue and it said:

I was walking in a circle when I found a piece of paper colored red, white, and blue and it said:

I was walking in a circle when I found a piece of paper colored red, white, and blue and it said:

I was walking in a circle when I found a piece of paper colored red, white, and blue and it said:

I was walking in a circle when I found a piece of paper colored red, white, and blue and it said:”

“THAT IS ENOUGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” screamed a nun. I sighed, even though I despise singing, I enjoy torturing nuns. We where in Indiana, at the lake, beach, thing. We just had about half and hour left at the lake, beach, thing, I was about to walk to the food table to get a large hot dog, (even though I had already had the nun’s decreed maximum of one) when….

Michel’s POV:

I was a freak, I super freaky freak, again, I was freaky. Now I will tell you, dear reader, why I am freaky. I can do a number of freaky things, (just to tell you, I really like the word freaky. So the freaky things I can do are as follows; I can sort of blend into the area (advanced chameleon powers because I actually turn into the area…ish) so as I was saying, besides the chameleon power, becoming one with the natural (and only natural) environment really sucks. Ever tried to hold a burger or something, when you suddenly become a dust devil? As I said, it just sucks. I was scavenging for scraps around the tall grass near the beach when I heard someone yell about fifty feet behind me scream, “THAT IS ENOUGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” (Just to tell you, I have an excellent sense when it comes to distance of sound, hearing, and smell). I turned around to find a small bunch of children my age about fifty feet away. I may as well ignore them. Fifteen minutes later, the group of kids gone from my mind, I found nothing to eat… I AM HUNGRY! Suddenly I had a brain wave! That group of kids had food, so why don’t I take some? As I checked on the group of kids my powers automatically kicked in… and I became one with the sand. A kid bumped into me, I moved through her, but she seemed surprised “DAMN IT” is the only thing that came into my head.


Alex’s POV:

I was bored, oh so bored; again, I was bored. As I was sitting being bored, I felt something bump into me…well, no more like something just passed through me… something sort of like a blob of heavy air and some grains of sand. Suddenly a kid near me yelled “someone stole my food!” “You’re just trying to get some extra food!” another kid said scornfully. I sighed, but when I reached for my plate I grasped nothing but air, I glanced down to stare at an empty plate, and some swirling sand. My eyes widened and I grabbed at the sand. I grasped something sort of solid…

“Hey, leggo!”

“Wha-!?”
”I-said-let-go.” Said the sand, as if talking to a toddler.
”What are you?!?!”

“Sand… sorta… erm, how about you come back at night and I’ll tell you, It’s a long story.” and with that the sand jerked away, and he… or it… disappeared. It didn’t stay to let me tell him that my orphanage is over sixty miles away from here.
That night as the nuns retired to their beds I got up, glancing at the sleeping people in the dormitory around me, knowing that silence was of essence. I threw on some black jeans and a shirt, and walked toward the door when I heard a voice behind me, high and squeaky. “Alex, where are you going?” It asked. I sighed; knowing who the voice belonged to even before I turned around, for it belonged to prissy Ellen Sinneray, the prissiest girl in the orphanage. “Just getting some fresh air.” I explained. Disbelief was written right across her snooty little pig like features. “Why?” she asked me. “Look,” I was exasperated. “I don’t owe you an explanation ok?!” I was whisper screaming. I thought she was going to squeal! “MISS-___- (insert nun’s name here)” she started to squeal, I was right, I am a genius, mwahahaha! “Okay, look, I just want to go for a walk and I don’t want to wake someone up.” I lied. “Well I’m going to ask the nuns, ok?” She asked. I sighed again, she just never gives up. I tried reason. “But you don’t want to bother them and get in trouble do you?” She nodded; “fine but if you’re not back in an hour I’m telling.” She said, as prissy as ever. I ignored her, just calmly saying “okay.” I didn’t even know how long I would take, but I ignored that. “Okay, now how am I going outside?” I thought aloud. She turned around saying; “that’s your problem, not mine, I’m going back to bed.” Unfortunately, the door, the stairs, and the floor downstairs where technically squeaky booby traps. When I remembered this I looked about to find something to use to get down outside to the road without disturbing anyone. Little Mrs. Prissy Pig Ellen was already asleep. I glanced out the window down to the road. THE WINDOW! If I could get out the window I could climb down with the bed sheet. I quickly decided to climb with the bed sheet out the window like I did when I saw in that one movie the nuns managed to buy for us. I knotted the bed sheets together and dropped it out the window while knotting it to my bed post in the room. (Fortunately, I’m very good at knots). And shinnied out of the window down to the road. As an oil truck went by the stop sign on the crosswalk in front of our orphanage with a sign on it that said; Indiana Oil Company. As that seemed a good place to start, I jumped on the connecter thing between the driver part and the oil container part, hung on for sixty miles, thinking, “damn, this is not fun,” the truck was driving about sixty miles per hour, and about thirty minutes into the drive, it started to rain, battering me as I struggled grimly to hold on for the last thirty minutes. I was waiting for it to stop, battered by rain and soaked through; I looked up ahead, to see a beach! I was sure this one was the one we had had our dorky picnic. As it passed the beach I jumped off, with…well, not so minor injuries. I flinched as I did a face plant (a small scratch…and a bloody nose) and then skinned my right knee and got a really long shallow cut down my left arm. “Arrrggghhh!” I grunted, taking stock of my injuries and the beach. As I looked around the beach, I saw a strange sort of greenish mist coming from the lake. It smelled funny… kind of like baby powder. As I was inspecting the gash on my arm, I jumped as a voice came out of nowhere. “Amazing! You actually came!” I called out coldly, “Well duh, what do you think? I’m a wimp like all those nuns in that idiotic orphanage tried to bring me up to be? No! I hitched a ride through a rain storm, and gashed open my arm and face just to come here, for some strange piece of talking sand, which I cant even see now!” “Three things,” it, or he said coldly, “one, I am not a piece of talking sand two I’m a human boy, and three my name is Michel .” “Prove it” I was convinced that ‘Michel’, as it wants to be called was not a human.

Michel’s POV:

I was hurt! Well, pride wise, she doesn’t think I’m a human!? I can talk, I’m intelligent, God! “Fine! I will!” I stepped on the road and watched my arms and legs fade into view. “There, believe me now?” I asked. The girl gasped and stared at me wide eyed. “Wha-? How do you do that?” I sighed, “I told you, I’m a human. When I get on to any artificial surface at least. It’s this strange thing that happened when I was eleven; I was running away from my house, it was on fire, it had started on my mom’s bed. I dunno why, it was just freaky. I’m not sure how though. Anyway, as I was running, I tripped and fell into a barrel. After that the last thing I remembered was waking up here, and I’ve been living here ever since. That’s how I do this. Wait, what’s your name?” “Alex” she said, “and you expect me to believe that?” I sighed heavily, “I should have known you wouldn’t believe me.” “Hey,” she snapped “it might be true, but you have to admit, it’s pretty hard to believe.” “Well, I’m sorry! Speaking of sorry, did you bring anything to eat?” “Nope!” she said, “what do you think? I was so intent on coming here, I forgot to bring anything to eat.” I snorted, “Well, you should be sorry, not me!” “Aright, alright, but you were the one who wanted to bring me out here.” “NO! You’re the one that wanted to know who no what I am! And now look you’re scratched and battered and anyway, you never had to say yes! Now you’re mad at me!” Suddenly, Alex said; “I think there’s something you should know…” and pointed over my shoulder. I looked back just in time to see what looked like a submarine covered with cannons, and the biggest and foremost cannon was firing a yellow bolt of lightning flying towards me! It hit me and I gasped as electricity coursed through me. It didn’t hurt me, it was technically a natural thing, but I’m just not used to getting hit and absorbing electricity. Suddenly, as I got hit, I turned into a freaky eaky deaky yellow zappy lightning bolt creature thing. What’s-her-name, stared at me, “thanks,” she said. I nodded; “no problem, I’m used to this… sort of.” She started backing away from me, I sighed, “don’t worry, I won’t let you get hurt.” Alex looked offended, “I DON’T NEED YOUR PROTEC-” she started to say, and suddenly, another bolt of lightning went streaking toward Allen, Alex had moved slightly away before, suddenly lightning struck, so I hurled myself in front of her, and I absorbed the lightning again. I grunted, “You need protection now?” She sighed, “You win, sand boy.” My pride was injured again and I snapped; “If you call me sand boy again, I will kill you.”

Alex’s POV:

Suddenly, the mist opened up in front of me and sparkey… and there it was! No, never mind, it was just a chipmunk… as I was waiting for something to happen; I decide to take a look at the boat. Michel, as if reading my mind said; “I have to admit, that boat was creepy.” He was right; it was a large greenish boat, with glowing portholes that looked like eyes. A really tall, proud-looking man with white hair sunglasses, and a pipe was standing on the bow; finger on a button, with the green mist was swirling around him. He cackled evilly, and pressed the button. With a loud boom, it blasted a cannon ball at us! I just stared, and suddenly Michel, (who was still in electricity form), zapped it and made it melt inches away from my face! I got out of my trance, and just realized what happened. “ARE YOU CRAZY!? THAT THING ALMOST BLASTED MY HEAD OFF!” “Well I’m sorry,” Michel snapped, “we can argue later. But for now, let’s just get the hell out of here!” He motioned for me to follow him as he dissolved into a column of wet sand, and the only way I kept track of him was because of the sparks floating around in the air after him, obviously the residue of the electric monster that he had been a while ago. I followed him as he threaded his way through the sand dunes. After a couple minutes the still-sparking mud cloud had led me to a large cave with a couple artificial tiles in the center. It floated over to the tiles and immediately changed into the short-ish kid who was Michel. I looked outside and saw that the sun was barely up, but that still gave Ms. Squeals a chance to get me grounded for life…or at least until I was eighteen. “What’s wrong?” I jumped as that human voice sounded behind me (I had gotten used to the sound of someone talking while he was chewing broken glass, that’s what he sounds like when he is in a non-human form). “I’m dead for staying out so long.” I said, and I had gotten used to the sound of someone talking while chewing broken glass.”