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Chapter 01
....dark.
Screams. Those screams were excited at first, weren't they? The morphed into something like fear, shock, and fright. Poetic, like one of those French dramas he loved.
"He's– He's alive!"
Bright, white light pried open Noel's eyes. He blinked, people With masks and gloves hovering over him, putting something to his face. Air filled his nostrils— and it was, all of a sudden, easier for him to breathe.
Noel Gruber, can you see me?" Asked one of them who was above him. Noel felt his wrist being slit, something being inserted through it. He hissed, the pain going up his arm and around his throat.
Noel nodded, eyes wide as he looked around frantically, watching another one of them press a needle into his shoulder, his eyelids suddenly very heavy.
"The boy's alive and responding, Doc." said the One who put the needle in his shoulder.
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Doc?
Noel looked again, feeling his pain subside as he took in his surroundings. He could suddenly smell sanitizer and alcohol, and upon further racking of his brain and moving of his eyes, he found that he was in a hospital. And now, the boy couldn't help the smirk that formed on his face. Tragic. he thought, before he tried to remember what exactly happened that led him here.
The Cyclone.
And before the could think more—his eyelids dropped lower, and there was dark again.
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It wasn't the noise or pain that woke the boy up— it was the lack thereof. Noel's eyes opened as he looked around, connecting the dots as the somehow mustered up the energy to sit, watching as the wires in his wrist tugged at him slightly, keeping the boy in his place.
He smirked for a moment. Truly tragic. Good job, Cyclone.
He looked around, expecting the rest od the choir to be there— but the only person beside him was a nurse who looks barely a year older than him, bags under her pretty blue eyes.
She seemed to only notice Noel when he looked at him and her eyed widened. "The boy's awake." She muttered, before putting whatever magazine she was reading down and standing up.
"Do you feel any pain, child?"
"No." Noel's eyes widened, as if he'd surprised himself with the fact he could speak. he could barely feel himself, and he wasn't quite sure if the skin on him was his own.
"Well, I'll get the doctor. He'll explain you what happened."
The nurse them turned around, leaving Noel alone with his thoughts again.
Why were the others not with him? Noel knew he was quite the menace, that drama was basically the blood in his veins—but he wasn't that bad. They would visit him if he got hurt, right?
Unless...
No. They had to be fine. What would Uranium do without the choir? The most successful girl in town, the most imaginative boy in town, the nicest girl in town and the angriest (...and maybe hottest, according to Noel) boy in town. They couldn't get hurt. They were...they were too young to go.
Worry seeped into Noel's mind, making it's mark on the boy's brow as he waited, patiently for the Doctor to come and tell him that they were okay— for they had to be.
The doors opened, creaking against the cold floor as the nurse with a docotor next to them entered, both with tense, grim looks on their faces.
"You must be Noel Gruber." The docotor stated, sitting on the stool where the nurse was reading earlier. Noel nodded in response, watching the doctor take off his glasses and look him dead in the eyes.
"Noel, if you remember, you were on the Cyclone ride with your friends from your little...signing group, right?"
Noel tensed slightly at the doctor's tone. He recognized it. The way it was lacking the usual professionalism someone of that trade carried. He was trying to coax the boy unto something the wouldn't like to accept, and he knew it.
"Yeah. I was with them"
"I see. Now, I need you to know the accident was terrible. Devastating."
"Are they okay? Ricky, Ocean, Constance...?" Noel sounded oddly desperate, unable the let the last name leave his throat.
"I...listen, boy— they.."
The doctor trailed off, looking down. The nurse with the pretty eyes looked at the boy, before finishing the Doctor's sentence. "They're dead. Most of them."
Noel's eyes widened, filling up with tears that now fell like small rivers down his cheeks.
They were meant to be okay. They had to be okay. What happened? Oh, why, oh why—
"Noel, calm down. It was painless for all of them."
The nurse sat down next to the boy in shambles— what had become of him? Why did it have to be them and not him?
Oh, he's miss them all so very terribly. Ricky and the fact he never spoke which made him the most tolerable, Constance and her heart that was a sugar cloud, hell even Ocean, who grew to be his annoying little sister in more ways than one.
And one more...
"Mischa.."
Noel sobbed, holding his head in his hands. Not the angriest boy in town. Not him. Oh not him.
"Actually, there's a reason she said most of them, kid."
Noel's head snapped up, eyes already red and dark and betrayed— not flickering with a bit of hope he was scared to have.
"His name is Mischa Bachynsky , you know him?"