Post by judy on Jun 1, 2007 18:17:33 GMT
Author's notes: Written long before TREATY and WHITE HOUSE ect, so I had to make my own backstory.
It seems long, but it's really not.
Can be read as slash, can be read as idolization. It's up to you.
-Missing
-Your
-Touch
-Horribly
You’d think I would have foreseen the betrayal, or puzzled it out sooner; his birthday parties were always the talk of the moon base after all, but growing up is not something anyone of us likes to contemplate, and after his tenth, the chatter faded away. I feel like I’ve let everybody down, because it took me so long to stop him. Thanks to me we have a new enemy to cope with, and one that knows all our secrets to boot.
I met Chad Dickson for the first time when we saved him from Mega Mom and Destructo Dad…well, actually he saved us, but I didn’t get to know him before later, at a meeting on the Kids Next Door moon base. The leader of each sector had been called up for a weekend seminar, with global updates and tactical discussions, and as a treat we would watch the premiere of a brand new cartoon before returning home. Chad was still rising in rank back then, but he was already so distinguished that he had been asked to be the guest speaker. He is a very charismatic boy, and while he spoke we were all silent and still, hanging on to his every word. Afterwards, I dared to approach him and thank him for an inspiring speech. He just looked at me and then...he smiled and said my name. His eyes were so intense that for a moment I was paralyzed.
“Nigel Uno...I’ve been watching you.”
That was our true beginning. I spent the remaining days in his company, and when I look back I know that he manipulated me from the start. I was beyond flattered that he wanted to be my friend and went willingly wherever he led me. He taught me things, good and bad, and I swallowed it all with an insatiable appetite. Saturday night we stayed up in my assigned room and talked for hours, until Chad curled up on my bed and said we should sleep. I wonder if things had been different if I had not lain down beside him.
Back on earth, I thought for sure he would forget all about me. He was frequently on the moon, and at school he never seemed to see me, even though we passed each other in the hallways more than once. I...missed him. Everyone was so in awe of his coolness. He was a great athlete with top grades, he was handsome and strong and just…he rose in rank faster than any operative before him and soon he was the supreme leader of the KND. They called him the greatest operative ever. They were completely blinded, and I was the worst of them all.
One day, out of the blue, there was a letter for me in the mailbox. With growing surprise I read my elaborate invitation to Chad’s tenth birthday party. When the big night came, I was giddy with excitement. I dressed in my best and my dad drove me to the huge house where Chad lived with his parents. His father opened the door and let me in. It appeared that he had changed his ways for tonight, but I resolved to stay on my guard and watch out for any traps. However, all thoughts of danger fled my mind when I saw Chad. He looked great, shining so brightly that the guests, and there were a lot of them, looked grey and plain next to him. Perhaps I was the only one who saw him that way, I’m not sure.
I gave him the gift I had bought and said that I was very glad to be invited, but my gift was thrown on top of the already huge pile without a second thought; his eyes were only on me. “I’m glad you came, Nigel.” Those eyes...I could have stood there all night looking into those eyes, but then there was a flood of guests wanting to talk to him and we were separated. For the rest of the night it was just like at school again, as if I didn’t exist. I was so disappointed. It wasn’t quite late when I headed for the door, but as I walked into the night, Chad was there, holding me back with a firm grip on my arm.
“Don’t go, Numbuh One. The others will leave soon, but I want you to stay.” He took my hand in his and led me back inside. My heart was thumping so hard in my chest. He wanted me to stay. Only now do I understand the meaning of this emotional rollercoaster he had put me on; through teasing and denying he kept me addicted to him, rising after every disappointment with an even greater hunger for his attention. A hunger that grips me to this very day.
The final hours passed with aching slowness, but then we were alone. I spent the night there, sleeping beside him on his triple bed.
We met him again today, for the first time since he tried to set us all up for decommissioning. It was our mission to guard a transport of negotiators to a conference with the adult ambassadors. If the talks went well, kids all over the world might get another half an hour of TV before bedtime. The adults are rarely this generous, so it was an opportunity we could not afford to miss. Unfortunately, there was an obstacle in our path; the teenagers.
The attack came suddenly and forcefully. The bus’ engines were destroyed and we slid several metres along the tarmac before coming to a halt, with negotiators and operatives sprawled all over the floor. I rose and pulled out my weapon, peering cautiously out of the open door, only to find myself face to face with Chad. He had not changed much yet, but without the football uniform he seemed different anyway. It was unsettling to discover that in the new clothes he looked only more powerful, more divine than before. I froze. Not out of fear, I wanted to blast him into next Tuesday, but because of the look in his eyes...once again the intensity in them left me helplessly paralyzed. He smiled.
They beat us badly; we returned to the moon base with the negotiators covered in bubblegum and the rest of us shaken and some wounded, but my wounds were all on the inside. During the battle, Chad managed to herd me away from the others, attacking so swiftly that all I could do was defend myself. He overcame me suddenly by a clever attack catering so perfectly to my weak spots that I can only conclude that he had devised it for me. Pinned to the ground and hidden on the opposite side of the bus from my comrades, I told the blonde jerk exactly what I thought about traitors like him. Chad just laughed.
“You’ve always been my favourite, Nigel, and I’m not going to let you go just yet.”
Those words made me realise that I had never meant anything to him; I had been a plaything, and I felt like an utter fool for letting him twist me around his finger so easily, but what is done cannot be reversed, and the promise he made me is the reason I’m sitting on the highest branch in the tree house and watching the moon hang low over our city. I can see his house from here. He is painfully close and yet further away than if he had been on the moon.
“The day you turn thirteen, I’ll come for you.”
It seems long, but it's really not.
Can be read as slash, can be read as idolization. It's up to you.
Operation M.Y.T.H.
-Missing
-Your
-Touch
-Horribly
You’d think I would have foreseen the betrayal, or puzzled it out sooner; his birthday parties were always the talk of the moon base after all, but growing up is not something anyone of us likes to contemplate, and after his tenth, the chatter faded away. I feel like I’ve let everybody down, because it took me so long to stop him. Thanks to me we have a new enemy to cope with, and one that knows all our secrets to boot.
I met Chad Dickson for the first time when we saved him from Mega Mom and Destructo Dad…well, actually he saved us, but I didn’t get to know him before later, at a meeting on the Kids Next Door moon base. The leader of each sector had been called up for a weekend seminar, with global updates and tactical discussions, and as a treat we would watch the premiere of a brand new cartoon before returning home. Chad was still rising in rank back then, but he was already so distinguished that he had been asked to be the guest speaker. He is a very charismatic boy, and while he spoke we were all silent and still, hanging on to his every word. Afterwards, I dared to approach him and thank him for an inspiring speech. He just looked at me and then...he smiled and said my name. His eyes were so intense that for a moment I was paralyzed.
“Nigel Uno...I’ve been watching you.”
That was our true beginning. I spent the remaining days in his company, and when I look back I know that he manipulated me from the start. I was beyond flattered that he wanted to be my friend and went willingly wherever he led me. He taught me things, good and bad, and I swallowed it all with an insatiable appetite. Saturday night we stayed up in my assigned room and talked for hours, until Chad curled up on my bed and said we should sleep. I wonder if things had been different if I had not lain down beside him.
Back on earth, I thought for sure he would forget all about me. He was frequently on the moon, and at school he never seemed to see me, even though we passed each other in the hallways more than once. I...missed him. Everyone was so in awe of his coolness. He was a great athlete with top grades, he was handsome and strong and just…he rose in rank faster than any operative before him and soon he was the supreme leader of the KND. They called him the greatest operative ever. They were completely blinded, and I was the worst of them all.
One day, out of the blue, there was a letter for me in the mailbox. With growing surprise I read my elaborate invitation to Chad’s tenth birthday party. When the big night came, I was giddy with excitement. I dressed in my best and my dad drove me to the huge house where Chad lived with his parents. His father opened the door and let me in. It appeared that he had changed his ways for tonight, but I resolved to stay on my guard and watch out for any traps. However, all thoughts of danger fled my mind when I saw Chad. He looked great, shining so brightly that the guests, and there were a lot of them, looked grey and plain next to him. Perhaps I was the only one who saw him that way, I’m not sure.
I gave him the gift I had bought and said that I was very glad to be invited, but my gift was thrown on top of the already huge pile without a second thought; his eyes were only on me. “I’m glad you came, Nigel.” Those eyes...I could have stood there all night looking into those eyes, but then there was a flood of guests wanting to talk to him and we were separated. For the rest of the night it was just like at school again, as if I didn’t exist. I was so disappointed. It wasn’t quite late when I headed for the door, but as I walked into the night, Chad was there, holding me back with a firm grip on my arm.
“Don’t go, Numbuh One. The others will leave soon, but I want you to stay.” He took my hand in his and led me back inside. My heart was thumping so hard in my chest. He wanted me to stay. Only now do I understand the meaning of this emotional rollercoaster he had put me on; through teasing and denying he kept me addicted to him, rising after every disappointment with an even greater hunger for his attention. A hunger that grips me to this very day.
The final hours passed with aching slowness, but then we were alone. I spent the night there, sleeping beside him on his triple bed.
We met him again today, for the first time since he tried to set us all up for decommissioning. It was our mission to guard a transport of negotiators to a conference with the adult ambassadors. If the talks went well, kids all over the world might get another half an hour of TV before bedtime. The adults are rarely this generous, so it was an opportunity we could not afford to miss. Unfortunately, there was an obstacle in our path; the teenagers.
The attack came suddenly and forcefully. The bus’ engines were destroyed and we slid several metres along the tarmac before coming to a halt, with negotiators and operatives sprawled all over the floor. I rose and pulled out my weapon, peering cautiously out of the open door, only to find myself face to face with Chad. He had not changed much yet, but without the football uniform he seemed different anyway. It was unsettling to discover that in the new clothes he looked only more powerful, more divine than before. I froze. Not out of fear, I wanted to blast him into next Tuesday, but because of the look in his eyes...once again the intensity in them left me helplessly paralyzed. He smiled.
They beat us badly; we returned to the moon base with the negotiators covered in bubblegum and the rest of us shaken and some wounded, but my wounds were all on the inside. During the battle, Chad managed to herd me away from the others, attacking so swiftly that all I could do was defend myself. He overcame me suddenly by a clever attack catering so perfectly to my weak spots that I can only conclude that he had devised it for me. Pinned to the ground and hidden on the opposite side of the bus from my comrades, I told the blonde jerk exactly what I thought about traitors like him. Chad just laughed.
“You’ve always been my favourite, Nigel, and I’m not going to let you go just yet.”
Those words made me realise that I had never meant anything to him; I had been a plaything, and I felt like an utter fool for letting him twist me around his finger so easily, but what is done cannot be reversed, and the promise he made me is the reason I’m sitting on the highest branch in the tree house and watching the moon hang low over our city. I can see his house from here. He is painfully close and yet further away than if he had been on the moon.
“The day you turn thirteen, I’ll come for you.”
