i_slingwebs Narrative; Open!
Peter had been fighting with everything he had. He had been freaking out, his movements desperate and sudden, as he'd fought earnestly for his life. At first, he fought to do damage. After a while, he fought to keep from taking too many blows. By the end, he was fighting to keep his eyes closed, pain dull and sharp and constant and throbbing all throughout him all at once. He had his eyes forced open, one rough-skinned fat-fingered hand tearing the lid just barely as it wriggled thumb and forefinger in, around the slightly soft, jelly-ish curve of his right eye. Peter fainted when the optic nerve snapped.
It felt like half a second later, if that, that he was raising his hands up over his face, fighting off a much smaller, almost sweet-smelling warm body, his breath coming in choked, short gasps. He pushed the young nurse so hard she fell back, hard on the sterilized linoleum flooring of the hospital. She made a surprised cry, and scrambled for the door.
Peter heard her howl down the hall, "Room 516's awake!"
One hand slammed up against his face, feeling, trying to assess the damage. There was no bandage there, only a mass of skin that had healed over, scarred tissue and a suspicious hardness beneath the layer of skin, as though there had never been an eye there in the first place.
Peter felt his stomach churn, and he tore the IV lines from his arm, falling out of bed. He hauled himself to the bathroom before he got sick. Before anyone could so much as ask him his name, he said gruffly, "I want to check out."
He had to find MJ. And Aunt May. If they weren't there, by his side, it could only mean that something had happened to them.
By the time he hit the streets, in a set of borrowed hospital scrubs and red nike sneakers, it had started to rain.
From: [info]i_likefeesh Date: 12/25/2005 18:47:33
Of course fish could fly in the rain, it was practically like swimming! And it wouldn't be odd. No. Not at all. It was as natural as rainbow cheese, because rainbow cheese came from the rain, too. Only most people didn't know that. Because Del ate the last of it on Tuesday. It had only been a little bit moldy.
But yes! FLYING FISHIIIIIIEEEE suuuuprrrrreeeme.
It started to follow the one eyed man, having wandered off on its own. It might have been able to hide in the cloud of city noise and the mundane, were it not for the bell chiming song that it sang.
It swim-floated serenely along Pete's blind side, watching him with a sparkling prism of an eye.
From: [info]i_slingwebs Date: 12/26/2005 08:09:53
That good old ringing hum in Peter's head, the one that had saved his life too many times to count, started up again. Peter stumbled slightly, as he jerked his head to the right, having to crane his neck and twist his shoulders, so his left eye could actually see what should have been just next to him.
A... fish.
A fish?
"Oh, holy god," Peter blurted, and flailed back, pressing himself against the wall, his wall-crawling fingertips splayed and ready to scramble him up and away from... what looked, honestly, to be entirely harmless now that he could see it.
"Am I going crazy? I seriously think I'm going crazy," he said.
From: [info]i_likefeesh Date: 12/26/2005 17:28:59
The fish continued to sing in a fashion that sounded similar to chimes. It jerked about to the left when it noticed the much larger creature bolt toward the wall, much like a fish in a tank when someone taps on the glass, but after the one eyed man started to stare at it, it seemed to calm and continue to chime.
Things might have continued this way had it not been for the tiny little red headed girl who peeked around the corner. She didn't seem disturbed by his missing eye and instead put a finger to her lips and spoke to him with a very loud, "SSHHHHHHHH!"
The flying fish did not seem to notice this at all.
The tiny red headed girl creepy-crawlied out on her tip toes toward Peter and the fish. Her velvety shadow dragged behind her, soaking in the rain. Mismatched eyes shifted mischievously between fish and one eyed man.
Then she leapt for the fish.
The fish appeared to be ahead of her and jerked upward out of her reach.
"nO fAir! no FAir! No faiR!" she wailed.
She hopped and she hopped but the fish floated just beyond the range of her outstretched wiggling fingers. With a sigh, she turned and stared at the one eyed man with a pleading-pouty look.
"mR. maaaaan, Mr, mAAAAAn? caN You REach my fIIIssH, prEtty pLEAse?"
(Little multi colored word bubbles appeared over her head, though the letters did not line up or match very well, however Del had to be prepared-- just in case he was hearing impaired.)
From: [info]i_slingwebs Date: 12/29/2005 14:21:50
Peter was not hearing impaired, thankfully. Or rather, in this situation, not thankfully at all. He sort of winced a little, and knew he just had to be staring at the little redhead with a dumbstruck look on his face.
Words were floating around her. What was this, a comic book?
"I, uh," Peter stammered, before looking up at the fish and looking down at the girl.
He stood on his tip-toes to reach the creature, surprised that it, well, felt like a fish. He honestly wasn't sure if he was hallucinating.
maybe they'd given him some kind of wierd anesthetic at the hospital?
From: [info]i_likefeesh Date: 12/30/2005 21:21:02
"Oh thANK yOu mR. mAN!"
Delirium paused and looked above her, noticing that the word bubbles were multiplying as she spoke. She started popping them one by one with her finger until there were none.