Put Reality Aside for a Second
Authors note - Yay, we finally had nothing better to do with our lives. Anyways the beginning may seem childish, but we let our inner man-child roam free through these words. The following is based on a true story, only the facts, names, places, and events have been changed.
Prologue (The music affects the story in no way, but somehow fitting)
With classes over and the weekend ours to claim, we eagerly set out to the local ice-cream shop. Hey, I know it’s not the manliest place to go, but it’s 102 out and I’d like to see you turn down a frozen treat in those temperatures. Besides this is the only place we know of that serves our favorite flavor of ice-cream; The double chunky monkey fudge banana nut mint pistachio sherbert sundae. I swear I got a cavity just from saying the name to the cashier.
"Hurry up," a voice calls from behind. The voice belongs to your twin brother, and even though at birth you two were deemed fraternal twins you couldn't look more alike. He was 6'5" with tan skin and short jet black hair that came up just before his eyebrows. He had deep brown eyes that almost looked black, and he had a tall slender appearance about him even though he had a highly toned and worked out body. All of this applied to you as well. You don't know what it was about you two but you always managed to look the same even when growing up.
"Hold your horse’s Frank, do you know how hard it is to get a year’s worth of weight watchers points into one treat. Show some respect man," you respond in a joking manor.
"Two double chunky monkey fudge banana nut mint pistachio sherbert sundaes," the cashier yells.
God I laugh a little on the inside every time he has to say that. Y’all collected your Sundaes and thanked the man on the way out. While you were walking down the street towards your home a conversation started between you and Frank about this weekend. We already had pre-existing plans to go paint balling with your cousin, Austin, and your best friend since grade school, Michael, who was also a medical student like you. With the addition of you recently purchasing the Pirates of the Caribbean bundle pack editors cut edition, this was going to be a really awesome weekend. (You lost your rights to T.V. after the stunt you pulled involving some copper wire, tin foil, and a really large metal bowl. It managed to give you every channel except for HBO. Damn you Dish network, Damn you all.)
"We too could become MIB agents," Frank states pulling you out of your thoughts.
"We could but ...... they would probably just wipe our memory with a neuralizer so it wouldn't count if we can’t remember," you quip back assessing the possibilities of the conversation you just had.
"OH. Yeah, I kinda forgot about those." Realizing the pun he just made he slowly face palms.
Your conversation with him continues as the two of you walk, talking about almost anything that came to mind. At first it was if MIB was real, then it jumped to superheroes, and somehow ended up with an argument if chocolate monsters would be edible or not. The conversation was pretty normal considering it was your twin you were talking to. As the talking died down however, you noticed the sky had gotten unusually dark considering it was sunny only a little while ago.
“Hey did the forecast say anything about rain today? I mean even though we do live in Florida, this change is in record time.” Frank half asks as he picks up his pace.
“Nope, the weather channel said nothing about it, but hey when are they ever right,” you respond as you follow suit and quicken your pace. "I guess we better hurr- HOLY FUCK NUGGETS WITH EXTRA BARBECUE SAUCE," was the most you managed to yell before you both broke off into a mad dash to the scene that happened not 20 yards in front of you.
A man was standing at the corner of the road when lightning struck him dead on for a few hour long seconds. We watched as he fell hurt and crippled to the ground before we sprinted to him. A pungent odor of burning flesh hung in the air that would have been unbearable to most people, but we weren't most people. Amazingly he didn't seem as badly hurt as he should have.
"Do we call 911?" I asked in a frantic tone.
"Dude we are 911. We do what we were trained to do, we'll take him to the hospital.” Just as he said that several blasts could be seen from the hospitals general direction. “Well damn that plan, uhhhhh…… our house?” You nod in response.
As we gently picked the badly hurt man up we walk all but 2 blocks and reach our house, nothing much, just an average 3 bedroom, 2 bath house with a big lawn. Now this would seem bad. Two guys carrying an almost dead guy into their house. It wasn't the most appealing sight to behold, but it could have been worse.
As we enter the house we got straight to work. I place 2 sheets on the couch while Frank gently down, and then we both started to work diligently on the man. After we sterilized him and dressed his wounds, I set up an IV drip.
Now most people would be wondering what two 19 year old men are doing with a piece of medical equipment like that. It’s kinda a long story and I wasn't lying when I said we weren't average. We’re in our 3rd year of collage and have been taking medical classes since 6th grade. So needless to say we have an extensive array of medical tools at our disposal without the hassle of a hospital. Man was this guy in luck. Not only did he survive that endeavor but he had it happen in the presence of 2 protégée medical students. As we had finished cleaning up the area we operated on the man I had heard a voice call from the hall.
"Hey our show is about to start, wanna watch it or just continue looking at that man," Frank's voice fades as he walks into the back room.
"I’m coming" you exclaim about to leave when you realize the state of shock the man would be in when he woke. With that in mind you wrote a note and placed it on his chest before letting your inner child take over and bolted down the hall.
You are Spectral Nova and you woke up on a couch? A quick survey of your surroundings shows that you’re in a house of sorts with a thing stabbed into your arm. Wait, is this my arm? Thinking that you try to move your legs, but once you shift them slightly your body is filled with and overwhelming pain that forces you to remain laying down. You shift your gaze downwards and notice that your “body” seems to be encased entirely in gauze and bandages. Now looking back at your chest you notice a note attached to your wrappings, so with ease to not be knocked out by the pain you use your free arm to lift the note. It reads,
"You are currently in the emergency care, the Hospital was……..well you’re here now so deal with it. You had gotten stuck by lightning at the end of the street, so we brought you here to our house. You were in no position to make the trip to the Hospital(whatever was left of it) so we gave you treatment here. We are located just outside this room so just shout to let us know if you’re awake. Also here is a little tid-bit of advice, don’t move or you might tear the bandages.
After reading the note you realize that these people, whoever they may be, have no intentions of hurting you or they would have just passed you with no remorse. With that thought you drift back to sleeps sweet embrace.
Your frank and you notice that the Sanger is mumbling to himself. He probably doesn't know you’re in the room yet so you quietly move to the back of the couch and crouch down behind it so he doesn't see or hear you.
"Stupid cross ....... - field. It was so post to..... Bermuda but now it lands you..... WAIT ... am I" That was all you hear before Ernest walked in the room and the man quiets.
"Hey you’re finally up," Ernest says in an overly ecstatic tone, “Now were our rent!” he says in some extremely Asian mocking tone.
"…………..Yes, but I don’t believe I have had the honor of your name or the chance to properly thank you for you deeds of kindness," the man says in a fancy tone. I always disliked people who spoke like that, I doubt this guy will be an exception.
"Well you can start by giving us your name. I like to know my patients name before I treat them, let alone in my house," Ernest responds with subtle irritation in his voice because he didn't like it any more than me.
"Sure, it's Spectral Nova"
OK, this man’s parents were either drug addicts or this is a fake name. Looking at Ernest it looks like he made the same assumption. Either way it was time to make your presence known. So I lunge upwards giving Spectral a good startle.
"Wow, you got us good," Ernest responds sarcastically.
Spectral has a worried look his face, probably worrying about you over hearing his previous conversation with himself. Not thinking too much about it you notice the time is 12:00 p.m. considering you’re going to be paint balling tomorrow you speak up.
“Hey its 12:00 and we have a big day tomorrow so let’s crash. Also,” you turn to your guest, “Spectral Nova,” putting emphasis on his name, “If you start having pain, I’d suggest taking 8 of these painkillers with water. Their generic so don’t go by the recommended dose. I’d suggest you rest up too,” you say as Ernest walks out of the room to his bed.
“Goodnight,” you exclaim walking towards your own room. Somehow you realize that tomorrow isn't going to be a normal day and you think Ernest knows that as well.