The Aercrobat - chapter 3
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wl_fanfictionTitle - The Aercrobat chapter 3
Author - Jawyer_4eva
Rating - PG-13
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 - 1144
Feedback - makes me feel like i'm tucked up warm in bed when its raining outside <3
A/N - bizarre title explained (btw it was damn hard to come up with and possibly slightly random)
With the ocean gently lapping around his legs, Colin slowly regained consciousness; bleary-eyed he crawled out of the surf and collapsed heavily on the sand. It stuck to the side of his face annoyingly as he rolled onto his back to get a better flow of air to his mouth.
He sat there panting, trying to work out if he was still alive. Every inch of him seemed to ache, especially when he breathed or moved. He came to the conclusion that he must still be alive if he could still feel pain.
It was dark now, so he must have been passed out for the remainder of the day. He dragged himself into a sitting position and looked out onto the water. He couldn’t see a thing, and it wasn’t like he could do anything about the boat he’d lost anyway. He still felt a little guilty when he slowly stood and headed back towards the shore. He’d make it up to the owner, but for now there was nothing more appealing than bed.
He managed to haul himself into his car, not caring about the sand or water he was tracking everywhere. He slung his gear into the passenger seat and drove, making an extra effort to move his limbs.
The journey seemed longer than it had done to get there, but he finally made it home, pausing only to peal off his wetsuit before collapsing heavily on the bed, and falling fast asleep.
He dreamed of the fish that he had seen. It puffed out like a blowfish then released swirls of colours towards him until it disappeared and all that was left was colours moulding and swirling together. The he was swimming in it, trying to get to the surface for some air. He was kicking madly, and waving his arms frantically, then he was falling.
He awoke suddenly, flinging his arms out in front of him lightening fast stopping himself colliding with the floor.
He had fallen out of bed and saved himself? He was puzzled how he stopped himself from falling flat on his face so quickly. He’d never done that before.
It was only then that he noticed the aching had vanished, and his arms were supporting him effortlessly with his nose inches from his face. He pushed himself up, and sat back on the bed thinking. This was all very weird. Where had this sudden burst of strength come from? He hadn’t been working out… ‘Oh well’ he thought, as he pondered a shower to wash all the seawater off himself.
He yawned, arched his back, and stretched his arms. He paused. He had a strange feeling that he had just grown a couple of feet, but that was silly!
He opened his eyes and yelled out in surprise. Instead of looking at the chest of drawers he was expecting he saw the space above them. His arms were nearly touching the ceiling. He looked down at his body and yelled even louder. It was like his someone had stretched it in some sort of medieval rack. It looked like something from a cartoon. Not only that, it was rippled with new muscles that he hadn’t had before.
He stopped stretching and fell back onto the bed, mouth open. He flung himself up and took of for the light switch, and went to stand in front of the mirror. He did it within the blink of an eye.
Colin was in awe. He could moved at the speed of light, could stretch himself, and, looking at the mirror, he was buff. It also felt like he had all the energy in the world.
He stood in front of the mirror for a shamelessly long time, flexing his muscles and staring at different parts of his body as he attempted to stretch them. Stretching in a straight line was harder than it looked, and he began practicing reaching across the room and grabbing objects like his comb, or his book he kept by his bedside table. He also discovered he could do back flips, summersaults and jump really high (although he couldn’t fully test that inside).
He was going to have to work on it some more, but after 5 minutes the overwhelming need for a shower, made him grab his towel and head to the bathroom.
He pondered his newfound powers. He came to the conclusion that it had to have been whatever the fish spat at him that made him change this way. That must also have been why he survived unconscious in the ocean, though he had no idea how. After all, Spiderman had got his powers by being bitten by a radioactive spider. It seemed the most logical explanation. Ok, maybe logical was the wrong word, but that was all he had to work with.
He was glad he was alone while discovering his powers! Powers. Now that seemed an odd way of describing it, but also most accurate. It was like something out of a comic book, but happening in real life.
Then it hit him. All those comic book heroes had used their powers to do good, and save that day etc. He grinned. That would be amazing: to be able to help people, save their lives, make the streets safer! He had the power to be a hero, to really make something of his life, and do good.
He rushed out of the shower, threw some slacks and a t-shirt on and sat at his desk with some plain paper. He set to work about designing his super hero costume.
He decided he should be the same colour as the fish that made him: orange and blue. He thought hard and long about all the features his costume should have. It was much more fun than he thought it could be, especially after thinking of something very clever, and make it fit around what abilities he had whilst still adding some kind protection.
Hours, and several scrunched up pieces of paper later, Colin lent back in his seat triumphant. In front of his was a drawing of a superhero with the title ‘The Aercrobat’.
It was an all-in-one, orange body suit made out of stretchy material, with a blue mask, shorts, boots, gloves and a waist length tabard that tucked into his belt. He’d designed the blue material be more protective of him and his dignity (if you know what I mean).
Grinning to himself he set about ordering the parts online, as well as some ordering a sewing machine, thread and other bits and bobs. He decided he would keep everything hidden in the basement, which now he only had for storage, and no one ever went down there.
He sighed and headed towards the basement to clear it out. “Now for the boring part,” he muttered to himself.
Author - Jawyer_4eva
Rating - PG-13
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 - 1144
Feedback - makes me feel like i'm tucked up warm in bed when its raining outside <3
A/N - bizarre title explained (btw it was damn hard to come up with and possibly slightly random)
With the ocean gently lapping around his legs, Colin slowly regained consciousness; bleary-eyed he crawled out of the surf and collapsed heavily on the sand. It stuck to the side of his face annoyingly as he rolled onto his back to get a better flow of air to his mouth.
He sat there panting, trying to work out if he was still alive. Every inch of him seemed to ache, especially when he breathed or moved. He came to the conclusion that he must still be alive if he could still feel pain.
It was dark now, so he must have been passed out for the remainder of the day. He dragged himself into a sitting position and looked out onto the water. He couldn’t see a thing, and it wasn’t like he could do anything about the boat he’d lost anyway. He still felt a little guilty when he slowly stood and headed back towards the shore. He’d make it up to the owner, but for now there was nothing more appealing than bed.
He managed to haul himself into his car, not caring about the sand or water he was tracking everywhere. He slung his gear into the passenger seat and drove, making an extra effort to move his limbs.
The journey seemed longer than it had done to get there, but he finally made it home, pausing only to peal off his wetsuit before collapsing heavily on the bed, and falling fast asleep.
He dreamed of the fish that he had seen. It puffed out like a blowfish then released swirls of colours towards him until it disappeared and all that was left was colours moulding and swirling together. The he was swimming in it, trying to get to the surface for some air. He was kicking madly, and waving his arms frantically, then he was falling.
He awoke suddenly, flinging his arms out in front of him lightening fast stopping himself colliding with the floor.
He had fallen out of bed and saved himself? He was puzzled how he stopped himself from falling flat on his face so quickly. He’d never done that before.
It was only then that he noticed the aching had vanished, and his arms were supporting him effortlessly with his nose inches from his face. He pushed himself up, and sat back on the bed thinking. This was all very weird. Where had this sudden burst of strength come from? He hadn’t been working out… ‘Oh well’ he thought, as he pondered a shower to wash all the seawater off himself.
He yawned, arched his back, and stretched his arms. He paused. He had a strange feeling that he had just grown a couple of feet, but that was silly!
He opened his eyes and yelled out in surprise. Instead of looking at the chest of drawers he was expecting he saw the space above them. His arms were nearly touching the ceiling. He looked down at his body and yelled even louder. It was like his someone had stretched it in some sort of medieval rack. It looked like something from a cartoon. Not only that, it was rippled with new muscles that he hadn’t had before.
He stopped stretching and fell back onto the bed, mouth open. He flung himself up and took of for the light switch, and went to stand in front of the mirror. He did it within the blink of an eye.
Colin was in awe. He could moved at the speed of light, could stretch himself, and, looking at the mirror, he was buff. It also felt like he had all the energy in the world.
He stood in front of the mirror for a shamelessly long time, flexing his muscles and staring at different parts of his body as he attempted to stretch them. Stretching in a straight line was harder than it looked, and he began practicing reaching across the room and grabbing objects like his comb, or his book he kept by his bedside table. He also discovered he could do back flips, summersaults and jump really high (although he couldn’t fully test that inside).
He was going to have to work on it some more, but after 5 minutes the overwhelming need for a shower, made him grab his towel and head to the bathroom.
He pondered his newfound powers. He came to the conclusion that it had to have been whatever the fish spat at him that made him change this way. That must also have been why he survived unconscious in the ocean, though he had no idea how. After all, Spiderman had got his powers by being bitten by a radioactive spider. It seemed the most logical explanation. Ok, maybe logical was the wrong word, but that was all he had to work with.
He was glad he was alone while discovering his powers! Powers. Now that seemed an odd way of describing it, but also most accurate. It was like something out of a comic book, but happening in real life.
Then it hit him. All those comic book heroes had used their powers to do good, and save that day etc. He grinned. That would be amazing: to be able to help people, save their lives, make the streets safer! He had the power to be a hero, to really make something of his life, and do good.
He rushed out of the shower, threw some slacks and a t-shirt on and sat at his desk with some plain paper. He set to work about designing his super hero costume.
He decided he should be the same colour as the fish that made him: orange and blue. He thought hard and long about all the features his costume should have. It was much more fun than he thought it could be, especially after thinking of something very clever, and make it fit around what abilities he had whilst still adding some kind protection.
Hours, and several scrunched up pieces of paper later, Colin lent back in his seat triumphant. In front of his was a drawing of a superhero with the title ‘The Aercrobat’.
It was an all-in-one, orange body suit made out of stretchy material, with a blue mask, shorts, boots, gloves and a waist length tabard that tucked into his belt. He’d designed the blue material be more protective of him and his dignity (if you know what I mean).
Grinning to himself he set about ordering the parts online, as well as some ordering a sewing machine, thread and other bits and bobs. He decided he would keep everything hidden in the basement, which now he only had for storage, and no one ever went down there.
He sighed and headed towards the basement to clear it out. “Now for the boring part,” he muttered to himself.
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