The Aercrobat - chapter 4
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wl_fanfictionTitle - The Aercrobat chapter 4
Author - Jawyer_4eva
Rating - R or something (for swearing)
Main Character(s) and/or pairings - Colin/Ryan
Summary - Colin had only ever wanted a simple life, but thats not what he would get.
Word Count - 1627
Feedback - makes me feel like i'm tucked up warm in bed when its raining outside <3
A/N - trying to write personal statement for uni, so might be a while before next update. i write terribly so its gunna take a while to get it up to standard methinks... plus i'm not too sure exactly whats happening next char.
His suit was ready in a matter of weeks, by which time Colin already knew how he could tell if there was a crime somewhere in the city. He had begun to feel bizarre whenever something bad was happening, almost like he had forgotten something. The first time it happened he felt like going out to a street he’d never even been in and seeing if he’d left something, even though he knew he hadn’t.
He’d also bought a police scanner, which he would attach to his belt, with a wireless headphone he’d broken and sewed into his mask. He was listening to it regularly trying to learn all the codes they spoke in, and discovered that whenever he felt that ‘forgot something’ sensation, sometime later the police scanner would tell him exactly what was happening and where. His senses were too vague to count on alone.
Colin was about to make his début as ‘The Aercrobat’. About 5 minutes ago, he had felt that familiar itch that he needed to be elsewhere, and stripped his clothes to reveal his costume. He’d pulled on his mask, and overalls and set off out his window that faced the woods, so he wouldn’t be seen.
He’d got there within minutes thanks to a handy 911 call. Two armed men had just robbed a bank and were being chased at high speed by police down a busy road.
Colin ran along the top of buildings along the road thinking of what to do. Meanwhile the car was weaving in and out of traffic dangerously, running red lights, nearly colliding with cars coming the other way. It turned into the next road too fast, skidding. The narrow escape made Colin jump into action before it was too late. The police had been left behind at the red light and were stuck trying to dodge through the traffic and could no longer see the car that had just swerved round the corner.
Colin jumped down onto the sidewalk, and ran further than the car, trying to avoid hitting pedestrians as he went. He got about 100 yards in front of it then leapt in front to face it. The driver looked panicked but didn’t stop. Colin planted his feet firmly, stretched his arms and put his palms on the front of the car and pushed with all his might until the car ground to a halt inches from him.
The burglars ran out of the car either side and aimed their shots towards him. He saw them coming and moved out of the way lightening fast. He stretched his arms out and grabbed them both, before they could shoot someone and pulled them back over to him effortlessly. One was still attempting to shoot him; the other had dropped the gun when Colin had grabbed him.
He grabbed hold of the gun with another hand he grew out of the side and carefully clicked the safety on with his thumb before snatching it out of his hand and throwing it towards the other gun, out of everyone’s reach.
The men started to get angry and both tried to start a fight with him. He dodged their hits easily, and hit one back, knocking him to the ground. The other didn’t relent, throwing punches left, right and centre that Colin dodged easily.
He felt so cool! So alive! Barely making an effort and moving out of the way in time for the punches to fly aimlessly through the air. ‘Damn this is fun!’ he thought.
Then out of nowhere arms linked his and locked them behind his back. In his excitement, he’d completely forgotten about the other man, who had got back up and immobilized him. Colin panicked.
The man in front of him grinned and pulled his arm back. Colin’s neck flew sideways so that his head got out of the way of the punch, which continued past him so he punched his friend in the face. The man holding him let go immediately, and held his hand over his probably broken nose. He howled in pain and fell on his knees to the floor.
Colin kept his attention on the man still trying to attack him. He blocked his latest punch out of the way easily, and hit him hard in the stomach.
“Just give it up, man.” Colin asked.
The man considered him. After a couple of seconds he nodded, knowing he couldn’t win, and not wanting another blow to the stomach.
“Get down on the ground; hands over your head.”
Both the men complied, and Colin laid his hands between each of their shoulder blades. He heard clapping; it was only then that he saw the exchange had gathered a crowd, who were now enthusiastically clapping for him.
The police had finally caught up and were running over to them. Colin released his hold on the men and the police arrested them, shoving them towards their police cars.
He took off before anyone could do or say anything to him. He climbed to the top of a nearby building and collapsed, chest heaving. He grinned under his mask. It was an amazing feeling! To stop robbers, potentially save lives. The crowd had applauded him, like he was on the set of whose line.
Shit, whose line! He checked his watch; he had 10 minutes to get there on time. He scrambled up and set off for home to throw some clothes on top of his costume, shoved his mask etc in his backpack and set off in his car for the studios.
He ended up being late, not so late that the audience was here, but later than the time the performers needed to be there. Wardrobe already had picked out a shirt for him, so he set out for his dressing room to change. He stripped off his jumper that he had on along with his shirt, only to realise they had picked out a short-sleeved shirt that he always wore for tapings. He couldn’t put it on over his costume, so he would be unprepared today in case of an emergency.
He quickly changed appropriately and stuffed his costume to the bottom of his bag, remembering to lock the dressing room door behind him.
As he walked through the familiar corridors leading to the green room he froze. The door to the left of him had the boiler, and the temperature settings in it. That gave him a great idea! He opened the door jammed the thermostat to its lowest setting and firmly broke it so it stayed in place. He threw the broken dial behind the massive boiler, shut the door and continued down the corridor.
That would give him a great excuse to ask to wear a long sleeved shirt the next time. And when Drew started complaining about how it was “so cold in the studio” he laughed innocently along with the joke, and no one was any the wiser of who had broken the heating.
Since he’d gained his super powers, shows seemed to drag on more and more as time went on. All he’d wanted to do lately was go back to making his costume, and now he was dying to get back out and fight crime!
So when the show finished he was in his dressing room within minutes, humming Sinatra under his breath subconsciously, whilst changing. He’d managed to politely get out of the usual after-show drink at a local bar.
A gentle knock at the door almost made him fall over, as he scrambled to pull up his trousers over his costume. “Just a minute,” he called. He fiddled with his belt as he walked to the door to open it.
Ryan stood in the doorway, leaning casually against the frame. Colin stepped aside to let him in, and he pushed the door closed after he slipped in.
Ryan hadn’t gone far, he was hovering a foot from him. “Hey,” Colin greeted, smiling. But he didn’t smile back. “Look, Col, if you’re not coming out with us because you’re avoiding me then-“
“What?” he interrupted, “I’m not avoiding you.”
“I’m not stupid! Ever since we had that conversation you’ve stopped going out with us after tapings, and you’ve hardly said two words to me all week!”
“Yeah, but I’m not avoiding you, I’m just busy doing other things.”
Ryan scoffed. “What other things?”
Colin sighed. He couldn’t work out anything to tell him that wouldn’t hurt his feelings, and he defiantly couldn’t tell even him the truth. “Just stuff.”
“Just stuff?” he repeated. “Well, what stuff?”
When he didn’t get a reply he pushed, “Come on. What’s so important you can’t even have a drink with your friends?”
That annoyed Colin. He hadn’t done anything wrong, and Ryan was acting like a child who hadn’t got his way. “You say that like going and getting pissed is the most important thing in the world!” he snapped.
“Of course it isn’t,” Ryan snapped back. “But that doesn’t mean you can’t find time. And it’s not the getting drunk that’s important it’s your friends!”
Colin sighed, defeated. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what to tell you, I just have… better things to do.”
Oops, that was the wrong thing to say. “Well you could tell me what the fuck you’re doing so that I know you’re not avoiding me, or making it up!” Ryan shouted.
He couldn’t think of a reply so he shook his head.
That was apparently the last straw, because Ryan exploded. “Well, far be it from me to interrupt your ‘better things to do’!”
He stormed towards the door.
“Ryan,” Colin sighed.
“Fuck you, Col,” was all he heard before Ryan slammed the door behind him.
Great!
Author - Jawyer_4eva
Rating - R or something (for swearing)
Main Character(s) and/or pairings - Colin/Ryan
Summary - Colin had only ever wanted a simple life, but thats not what he would get.
Word Count - 1627
Feedback - makes me feel like i'm tucked up warm in bed when its raining outside <3
A/N - trying to write personal statement for uni, so might be a while before next update. i write terribly so its gunna take a while to get it up to standard methinks... plus i'm not too sure exactly whats happening next char.
His suit was ready in a matter of weeks, by which time Colin already knew how he could tell if there was a crime somewhere in the city. He had begun to feel bizarre whenever something bad was happening, almost like he had forgotten something. The first time it happened he felt like going out to a street he’d never even been in and seeing if he’d left something, even though he knew he hadn’t.
He’d also bought a police scanner, which he would attach to his belt, with a wireless headphone he’d broken and sewed into his mask. He was listening to it regularly trying to learn all the codes they spoke in, and discovered that whenever he felt that ‘forgot something’ sensation, sometime later the police scanner would tell him exactly what was happening and where. His senses were too vague to count on alone.
Colin was about to make his début as ‘The Aercrobat’. About 5 minutes ago, he had felt that familiar itch that he needed to be elsewhere, and stripped his clothes to reveal his costume. He’d pulled on his mask, and overalls and set off out his window that faced the woods, so he wouldn’t be seen.
He’d got there within minutes thanks to a handy 911 call. Two armed men had just robbed a bank and were being chased at high speed by police down a busy road.
Colin ran along the top of buildings along the road thinking of what to do. Meanwhile the car was weaving in and out of traffic dangerously, running red lights, nearly colliding with cars coming the other way. It turned into the next road too fast, skidding. The narrow escape made Colin jump into action before it was too late. The police had been left behind at the red light and were stuck trying to dodge through the traffic and could no longer see the car that had just swerved round the corner.
Colin jumped down onto the sidewalk, and ran further than the car, trying to avoid hitting pedestrians as he went. He got about 100 yards in front of it then leapt in front to face it. The driver looked panicked but didn’t stop. Colin planted his feet firmly, stretched his arms and put his palms on the front of the car and pushed with all his might until the car ground to a halt inches from him.
The burglars ran out of the car either side and aimed their shots towards him. He saw them coming and moved out of the way lightening fast. He stretched his arms out and grabbed them both, before they could shoot someone and pulled them back over to him effortlessly. One was still attempting to shoot him; the other had dropped the gun when Colin had grabbed him.
He grabbed hold of the gun with another hand he grew out of the side and carefully clicked the safety on with his thumb before snatching it out of his hand and throwing it towards the other gun, out of everyone’s reach.
The men started to get angry and both tried to start a fight with him. He dodged their hits easily, and hit one back, knocking him to the ground. The other didn’t relent, throwing punches left, right and centre that Colin dodged easily.
He felt so cool! So alive! Barely making an effort and moving out of the way in time for the punches to fly aimlessly through the air. ‘Damn this is fun!’ he thought.
Then out of nowhere arms linked his and locked them behind his back. In his excitement, he’d completely forgotten about the other man, who had got back up and immobilized him. Colin panicked.
The man in front of him grinned and pulled his arm back. Colin’s neck flew sideways so that his head got out of the way of the punch, which continued past him so he punched his friend in the face. The man holding him let go immediately, and held his hand over his probably broken nose. He howled in pain and fell on his knees to the floor.
Colin kept his attention on the man still trying to attack him. He blocked his latest punch out of the way easily, and hit him hard in the stomach.
“Just give it up, man.” Colin asked.
The man considered him. After a couple of seconds he nodded, knowing he couldn’t win, and not wanting another blow to the stomach.
“Get down on the ground; hands over your head.”
Both the men complied, and Colin laid his hands between each of their shoulder blades. He heard clapping; it was only then that he saw the exchange had gathered a crowd, who were now enthusiastically clapping for him.
The police had finally caught up and were running over to them. Colin released his hold on the men and the police arrested them, shoving them towards their police cars.
He took off before anyone could do or say anything to him. He climbed to the top of a nearby building and collapsed, chest heaving. He grinned under his mask. It was an amazing feeling! To stop robbers, potentially save lives. The crowd had applauded him, like he was on the set of whose line.
Shit, whose line! He checked his watch; he had 10 minutes to get there on time. He scrambled up and set off for home to throw some clothes on top of his costume, shoved his mask etc in his backpack and set off in his car for the studios.
He ended up being late, not so late that the audience was here, but later than the time the performers needed to be there. Wardrobe already had picked out a shirt for him, so he set out for his dressing room to change. He stripped off his jumper that he had on along with his shirt, only to realise they had picked out a short-sleeved shirt that he always wore for tapings. He couldn’t put it on over his costume, so he would be unprepared today in case of an emergency.
He quickly changed appropriately and stuffed his costume to the bottom of his bag, remembering to lock the dressing room door behind him.
As he walked through the familiar corridors leading to the green room he froze. The door to the left of him had the boiler, and the temperature settings in it. That gave him a great idea! He opened the door jammed the thermostat to its lowest setting and firmly broke it so it stayed in place. He threw the broken dial behind the massive boiler, shut the door and continued down the corridor.
That would give him a great excuse to ask to wear a long sleeved shirt the next time. And when Drew started complaining about how it was “so cold in the studio” he laughed innocently along with the joke, and no one was any the wiser of who had broken the heating.
Since he’d gained his super powers, shows seemed to drag on more and more as time went on. All he’d wanted to do lately was go back to making his costume, and now he was dying to get back out and fight crime!
So when the show finished he was in his dressing room within minutes, humming Sinatra under his breath subconsciously, whilst changing. He’d managed to politely get out of the usual after-show drink at a local bar.
A gentle knock at the door almost made him fall over, as he scrambled to pull up his trousers over his costume. “Just a minute,” he called. He fiddled with his belt as he walked to the door to open it.
Ryan stood in the doorway, leaning casually against the frame. Colin stepped aside to let him in, and he pushed the door closed after he slipped in.
Ryan hadn’t gone far, he was hovering a foot from him. “Hey,” Colin greeted, smiling. But he didn’t smile back. “Look, Col, if you’re not coming out with us because you’re avoiding me then-“
“What?” he interrupted, “I’m not avoiding you.”
“I’m not stupid! Ever since we had that conversation you’ve stopped going out with us after tapings, and you’ve hardly said two words to me all week!”
“Yeah, but I’m not avoiding you, I’m just busy doing other things.”
Ryan scoffed. “What other things?”
Colin sighed. He couldn’t work out anything to tell him that wouldn’t hurt his feelings, and he defiantly couldn’t tell even him the truth. “Just stuff.”
“Just stuff?” he repeated. “Well, what stuff?”
When he didn’t get a reply he pushed, “Come on. What’s so important you can’t even have a drink with your friends?”
That annoyed Colin. He hadn’t done anything wrong, and Ryan was acting like a child who hadn’t got his way. “You say that like going and getting pissed is the most important thing in the world!” he snapped.
“Of course it isn’t,” Ryan snapped back. “But that doesn’t mean you can’t find time. And it’s not the getting drunk that’s important it’s your friends!”
Colin sighed, defeated. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what to tell you, I just have… better things to do.”
Oops, that was the wrong thing to say. “Well you could tell me what the fuck you’re doing so that I know you’re not avoiding me, or making it up!” Ryan shouted.
He couldn’t think of a reply so he shook his head.
That was apparently the last straw, because Ryan exploded. “Well, far be it from me to interrupt your ‘better things to do’!”
He stormed towards the door.
“Ryan,” Colin sighed.
“Fuck you, Col,” was all he heard before Ryan slammed the door behind him.
Great!
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Date: 2010-10-21 09:17 pm (UTC)But c'mon Col, bring Ry on board....
^_^ Yay for you.
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Date: 2010-10-22 10:20 am (UTC)