So here is part three of GWB.
Lucky you Luke, you finally appear.
As a note, a prophecy appears, but it might be wrong. I did change it I just can't remember where... so bear with me.
:)
And the usual reminder: this is unedited. So... yeah.... 'nuff said.
Enjoy!!
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Part Three: download pause
Luke Smith
I sneezed for about the fifth time in ten minutes. It was incredibly dusty up in my parent’s house attic and whenever I moved a book it sent up a cloud of dust, making me sneeze.
Why am I in the attic?
Well, its spring and my parents are making me look for anything I might want moving into my new house. I graduated college last year and I am finally moving out my apartment into my own home,
I work for Intel©, a computer processor making company. One of the largest in the world. And believe me, it is not working in a small cubical everyday typing on a computer and answering the phone.
I spend the day in large room with four other people testing new computer processors for viruses and faulty wire placements. Once we prove them satisfactory we give them off to Microsoft© or somewhere. I’m not really involved after that.
“You found anything hon?” The stairs creek as my mom comes up. I turn around.
“Yeah. Some books and I think I might want these chairs and this table.” I point to some chairs and an old oak table.
“Ok dear. Just give a yell if you need help moving some stuff.”
“Alright.” She descends and I keep looking around. I come to a large book shelf and look it over. What would I do with books? I can just look up any book I want to read online. I put back the books back I had picked up.
“Ah-choo!” The books slip from my hands and land on the floor. I groan and bend down to pick them up.
20,000 Leagues Under the Sea by Jules Verne. Great Expectations by Charles Dickens. Little House on the Prairie by Louisa May Alcott.
I pause. Sticking out from the side of Swiss Family Robison is the corner of what looks like a disk case with a disk in it. I pull it out. A flimsy blue disk case holds a silver disk. No scratches seen on either side. Written in black sharpie is says: WizBot – ultimate virus protector.
WizBot. I had never heard of that virus protector before. Sure, there’s Firewall, MacAfee, Malware, Norton, and ESET NOD. But WizBot sounded more like a computer game than a virus protector.
Well, it’s a little less out dated than this other junk. I stick it in my jacket pocket. I drop the box I had and went down the attic stairs.
Mom looks from me to my empty hands and back to me. “I thought there was some stuff you said you wanted?”
I shrug. “Changed my mind. It’s a small house and I’ll see what I have to work with first.”
“Alright. You hungry at all?”
“Nah.”
“Ok. Well father wants to speak with you. He’s in the living room.”
I groan to myself. Here goes a long lecture about growing up into manhood.
***
About an hour later I’m out of the house and driving down the road. I drive into a parking space in front of a small house.
“Park,” I say. The car parks it’s self. “Open.” The driver door opens. I climb out. “Off.” I press a small green button on the handle and the car powers down. I walk up the steps to the door. I punch in 22256, the lock code. The door clicks open. Lights turn on and I walk in.
Shutting the door behind me, I kick off my shoes. I walk upstairs and sit down on my bed and pull out my lap top and the WizBot disk.
I insert it. The hard drive whirs as it registers the disk data. A box pops up.
DOWNLOAD DATA? Yes No
I click yes. This is my experimental computer. If something goes wrong I won’t lose anything important.
A bar comes up and starts to fill with blue as it downloads.
ESTIMATED TIME: 3 hrs 20 min
I set the computer beside me and take out my work computer. I get on the internet and check my e-mail. Nothing new. Some updates from Intel©, a random one from Charlie, my work buddy. And a mysterious one from Aalliiee. I smile. Funny way to spell a name.
I open it up. It says:
Dear Luke Smith,
I know you work for Intel and I know you found a WizBot disk in your parent’s attic. I also know that you are downloading it right now. I must inform you that downloading the WizBot program will not work.
You will see why.
DO NOT try to download it again. I suggest you copy the file and e-mail it to me. I ensure you it will be safe from the wrong hands with me.
~Aalliiee
Ok. Creepy. I was not about to send out a program I knew nothing about to someone I didn’t know. I deleted the e-mail from the mysterious Aalliiee person and look over at the downloading box.
I was surprised to find it read:
DOWNLOADING ERROR. THIS PROGRAM ALREADY EXISTS ON YOUR COMPUTER. DO YOU WISH TO DELETE IT AND REDOWNLOAD IT? Yes No.
Well, last I knew I had never downloaded a program called WizBot. I sigh and click no. Suddenly the screen flickers and more words pop up in a box:
PROGRAM FAILURE. VIRUS DETECTED. ALL DOWNLOADING PAUSED.
***
Fallon Willowstone
I finally fell back asleep when I had calmed down a little bit. But again I kept returning to the weird place the white letters had called the circuit board.
I noted that every time I was placed near different numbered squares. Finally, about the sixth time I went there and woke up I stayed awake. I glanced out the window to see it was still night.
A confused expression crosses my face. I must have been walking up and falling back asleep for about ten hours. I get up and make my way to the kitchen to decide I wasn’t hungry. I go to Llewella’s room. She’s reading a book.
“Good morning,” I say. She looks up.
“Good morning? Shouldn’t it be good afternoon?”
I shrug. “It’s still dark outside. You hungry?”
“Not really. Are any of your friends up yet?”
“Nope. Not even your parents.”
“Well, I suppose dark is the best time to spread out that silver protection charm huh?”
“I guess so.” Llewella stands up and I follow her to the front door. The pot was still by the door where we had left it last night. We grabbed out paint brushes and marched out the door.
“Which world should we do?” I ask.
“Well, the Manders were kind enough to give us the newt eyes and sphinx tongue. So I think we should do Krokotopia,” Llewella answers.
“Alright.” I take out a temp key and give it to her. She sticks it in the lock and says, “Krokotopia.” She pulls open the door-
-and screams bloody heckhounds.
She slams the door shut and collapses on to the ground, panting. “Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god.”
“What? What happened? Did you see something?”
She swallows and nods. “It was a big… huge… ugly… monster. With a long… horn looking snout.”
It sounded exactly like the thing that was in my house. Now it was in Krokotopia. “Did it see you?” I ask.
“I don’t think so. It wasn’t moving. And I didn’t feel hot when I opened the door and there was no wind.”
“Well, it is night so maybe it’s cooler. And perhaps we just opened the door when there was no wind.”
She shrugs. “I don’t know. But I am not going there with that thing in the doorway.”
I swallow my fear and say as evenly as I can, “I can probably stun it with a magic spell. You can sit back and I’ll take care of it.”
Llewella didn’t protest. She only nods. I stand up and take out another temp key. Good thing I have a lot of them. I insert it into the door and say, “Krokotopia.” I pull the door open. The first thing I notice is that it is a lot cooler. And there is no howling wind.
Then I see the big, black monster. The same one from my house. I gasp and step back. It makes no move. It doesn’t even blink. I step forward and wave my hand in front of his face.
No response.
I prod it with my staff and it doesn’t move. I push it back and it topples over into the sand. The sand sprays up…
…but doesn’t fall back down. I gasp again. “Llewella! Get up here! The monster is staying still and won’t move. The sand won’t move either. Doesn’t that spell ‘weird’?”
She stands up and looks over my shoulder. “Huh. That does spell weird.” I slowly step around it and she follows. The door shuts. We walk out of the Spiral Chamber. Still no heat. Still no wind. And still no day. However here the sun seems to be just peeking over the edge.
“I think we should check on the Manders. I hope the monster didn’t get to them,” says Llewella shakily. I nod. We jog over to the flying boat. This time I have better luck landing it.
We race to the ladder and practically fall down it. We turn and look around in a horrified silence. The Manders were here yes. But they didn’t move, blink, or breath.
“What happened to them?” I whisper.
Llewella shrugs. She goes up to one blue Mander and pokes him gently in the arm. He makes no response, just like the monster.
“This is so weird. It’s like they’re frozen,” Llewella observes.
“Yeah,” I reply. “But not ice frozen. More like they’re frozen in time.”
“So I guess melting them won’t exactly work?”
“Nope.”
Llewella pauses then asks, “Why do you think this didn’t happen to us? Was it because we were on an island house or something?”
I thought about it. “This may sound crazy but it may be because of the protection spell. We put it up around your house last night and I guess this”-I wave my hand around at all the Manders and Alhazred-“happened after we put up the spell.”
“That’s right! We should inform Ambrose.” Llewella turned to leave.
“Wait! Remember probably he’s frozen too. We can’t talk to him. But maybe there’s something in the Book of Secrets that can help us.”
“Alright.” We go back to the Spiral Chamber, and both stop in our tracks staring upon the most horrific scene in our lives.
The monster had begun to glow an eerie white gray. The sand around it had blurred and sort of melted into its self. Only it wasn’t a liquid.
“What’s happening?” Llewella said, sounding scared out of her wits. I shrug and give her hand a reassuring squeeze. But I felt anything but reassured.
“Lets just make sure to stay away from it.” She nodded and we edged around it to the Spiral Door. I inserted a key and said, “Wizard City.” I pulled open the door and me and Llewella slipped through. It was still dark in Wizard City like at her house. We crept through Ravenwood and the Commons to the Headmasters Tower.
The Headmaster was frozen. Sitting in a chair, book in hands and Gamma on the chair arm. On the table beside him was paper and quill. The book he was reading was the Book of Secrets.
We went up to him and looked over his shoulder. “What does it say?” asked Llewella. I squint my eyes as the hyrosighns rearrange them selves into something I can read.
“It’s titled Prophecy of the Decoder – Champion of Kkllooppyy.”
“Ok. What else does it say?”
“Sent out from the fifth layer, its quest about to flare… Hang on. I gotta write this down.” I get a new sheet of paper and grab the quill Ambrose was holding. I scribble down what the page says.
Prophecy of the Decoder – Champion of Kkllooppyy
Severed and sent out
From the third layer
Nothing else knows
The only one who cares
Injected and conceived
Like a cancer it was born
Spreading out rapidly
Away to must be torn
And so she enters
All languages understood
A detail to come in handy
Let it equip her to do good
She searched day an d night
To find the data reference
It is the only way
The virus will know severance
Level five must not win
They shall be a hero
But family are not kin
Llewella read it several times before looking up and asking, “What?” I shrug. “That makes no sense what so ever.”
“I know. What kind of things are in the Book of Secrets?”
“Maybe you should look at more pages in the book,” suggested Llewella.
I nod. “Ok.” I take the book from the Headmaster but just as I’m about to turn the page something stops me. I’m thinking of my mom again, and something she had said about the Book of Secrets.
“The book only shows what needs to be shown when it needs be read. If any information is given before hand, the future could be destroyed if something is told that is unneeded. Do you understand my Claredelscia?”
I close the book. “Why’d you do that?” asks Llewella.
I shrug. “There was nothing that needed to be read other than the prophecy I just wrote down.”
“Fine. But the prophecy doesn’t really help. Not to mention we don’t understand half the terminology.”
“True. Animated Intelligence and Virus and data reference don’t make any sense. They’re out worldly words.”
“I know that look. What are you thinking?”
I grin. “Then I think we should investigate in something that is also out worldly.”
***
Ten minutes later we were back in Krokotopia and looking at the black monster. The blurry sand was even worse now. It had spread beyond the monster up the wall. The carvings on them were now also blurry. It was like looking through a rain pelted window.
“So what now? We gonna talk to it something?” snaps Llewella. She had been very disagreeable coming.
“Maybe we can look at it. Find signs about where it’s from.”
“Ok, but I ain’t touching that thing.”
I sigh and get on my knees, careful not to touch the blurry stuff. I tilted my head to get a better angle at its nose.
“Fallon look out!” Llewella yelled. But it was too late. While I had been observing the monster, the blurry had spread and it touched my knee. Before I could do anything, I had a horrible sucking sensation on my legs, then everything vanished and I was thrust into a tunnel of multicolored squares.
***
John Smith
I sighed and shut my work computer. I’d check e-mails later. I need fix this crazy random download pause.
But before I could do anything an even weirder thing happened. A girl catapulted out of the screen and we both went tumbling into the wall.
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That's it.
Yeah, that was the wrong prophecy. Sorry guys.
Laterz!
~Emma
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