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[06 Sep 2008|02:00am] |
WHO: Luke (open to virus-reality characters?)
WHEN: Time probably has no meaning while you're suffering from an alien virus and trapped in an alternate reality inside your head. (Earth time, it's taking place near the beginning of the infections, probably a day or two after Tosh is infected?)
WHERE: Luke's braaaaiiinn. (Or: post-apocalyptic London.)
NOTES: Hey, I just wanted to start Luke's virus thingie off, if that's okay. I wrote this to show what his virus-alternate-reality thing place is like and, if anyone wants to bring in wacky alternate-reality versions of their characters, totally do it. xD Also, clearly, Luke is in a nightmarish alternate reality rather than a nice place. Also also, I hope this is all right. XD
It was a weekend, when Luke Smith caught the virus. One minute he was out watching Clyde skateboard and sitting at the park with a book (War and Peace - it was the only thing long enough to make it worth bringing. Other books were too short, he finished them in a couple of minutes.) - the next, things went black. Luke's body lay relatively peaceful on the grass; he kicked out, jerked his shoulders a little bit, occasionally, but he wouldn't wake up.
When he woke up again, he was somewhere else entirely. His body didn't quite feel right, but he didn't take the time to check himself out. The more pressing matter was where was he?! - he didn't recognize anything. Not that there was anything apart from burned-out buildings and abandoned cars stopped in the middle of the street.
"Clyde?" he called, hesitantly. He had been with Clyde, hadn't he? Just a second ago. He was sure of it. "Mum? Maria?"
There was no answer for a long time. Then, carrying from quite a distance, he heard the sound - "Exterminate! Exterminate!" Luke remembered the look on Sarah Jane's face when she'd heard those voices before. He was sure this was how she must have felt - like fear was squeezing his heart. He turned and ran. That was the first time he noticed his feet were bare. He was in the same clothes Maria and Sarah Jane had found him in, no shoes and a white hospital-type of a gown.
Nothing made sense here, and he was afraid. He ran until his chest burned, then he stopped to listen.
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