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No Entry Round 2 - Eliminated

Box lived next to the front door for now. Girl’s haste had left him haphazardly set down on the floor. There had been no time to pick up the broken shards from what had once been a light bulb left strewn on the cold cement of the front porch.

Girl was shaken, but finding a box on her front steps and a broken porch light were poor excuses, so she had set Box down just inside her apartment‘s doorway, picked most of the glass out of her hair, and began the walk to the boutique she was supposed to have been preparing for a seven a.m. opening half an hour ago.

Box surveyed his new surroundings. He had no eyes to speak of, but he could feel everything about him. He hummed quietly knowing that soon everything would be in place and the blue metal container he found himself currently occupying would only be necessary for a little while longer. While he hummed unconsciously, clouds began to gather outside. Thunder rumbled lightly, far away at first, but getting ever closer. Box glowed with a soft blue light, his buzzing hum growing louder as the sky darkened.

By the time Girl got off work it had been heavily raining for hours. What had started off as a cloudless sky turned into thick grey mass hovering over the city. Flashes of lightning occasionally forced the blackened sky into a brilliant, blinding blue-white before plunging the world back into the gloom. Girl had no coat and the walk was long. By the time Girl reached home not an inch of her was dry, or even damp. Water poured from her skirts as hard and fast as from the sky.

Her boots trudged over the broken glass. In the dim light her key searched its way into the deadbolt, which refused to open on the first attempt. The water streaming from her pooled down by her feet, off the welcome mat and under the door.

The key finally turned, and Girl left the safety of the welcome mat and walked straight into the small pool of water. Box was throwing off blue sparks before she entered the puddle, but now those sparks turned into an arc of electricity that ran up the water dripping off Girl. The blue trail climbed up her body and seeped inside. She began to glow the same pale blue as Box’s shiny, metallic exterior. The blue light hummed as it settled into her, making Girl shiver.

The arc of light was gone after a moment, but the shivering lasted for hours. Girl didn’t speak, didn’t scream, she just stood there stunned before finally she sliding wetly down the wall into a sitting position. She stayed there, soaked and shivering in the puddle by the door. The blue light gradually faded and the shaking became less noticeable to her.

The door was still open wide, and Girl used her foot to shut it. Looking towards the door she caught sight of Box. She picked Box up from where he sat beside her and put him on her lap. He had lost the shine he had that morning. The metal seemed dull now, and Box felt much heavier. Though he looked decorative there was no way to open him. If he had been welded shut there was no sign of it, he seemed to be one complete cube of hollowed metal.

Girl was in no position to process any of this. Her brain felt as if she hadn’t slept in days, running only the most important functions-- breathing, blinking.

Girl stood mechanically.
Machine like she left the puddle.
Box slid slid to the floor.
Crash.
Box dented the wood below.
Girl ignores the sound,
Ignores Box.
Girl walks through the hall.

Into the bed room,
Wet clothes still on,
Girl falls onto the bed.
Sleep.
Deep,
Dreamless.
The blue glow hums quietly inside.

Living room floor:
Box still sits in the puddle.
Empty.
Dead.

No Entry Round 2 - Eliminated

No Entry Round 2 - Eliminated

Continuing from where I left off:

She had just fallen asleep, and was now floating through space. That's what it looked like anyways; nothing around her to see. Only emptiness. Despite that, she could feel the ground under her. No she thought. The ground isn't just under me, it's part of me. As she looked down, she could see that the vest was no longer around her, but had become her skin. Stiff and strong like wood. What was even more surprising to her was that her feet had become roots. They dug into the earth, seeking water and a firm place to hold. She quickly tugged at her legs, but realized she didn't care if she could move. I'm happy with where I am. I'm not only here, but everywhere around me. I'm every living plant, every animal with a beating heart, every rock and grain of sand. I can feel them, and I'm sure they can feel me.
"That's right" said a voice that seemed familiar, though she knew she had never heard it before. A glowing aura surrounded her, carried by flowers slowly falling to the earth. "You have been chosen to fix the planet, and now have all the powers you need to stop its destruction."

He had lost track of time, what day was it anyways? Who knew, who cared. All Hono cared about was the plant and what it allowed him to do. Sure there were a few side effects, skin discoloration and utter obsession, but those were a small price to pay for what the plant offered him. Ever since he had found it had been growing, feeding off his life force. The strange thing was that it could talk, well it wasn't strange to Hono, and it told him of a power that was within his grasp. All he had to do was exactly what it said, and he was prepared to do just that.

Everything crumbled from his mind except for the plant and the power, he had complete disregard for hygiene and his public appearance. Though he mostly kept to himself, in the forest with no one around which was good considering he had ditched his clothes somewhere, he didn't know why he had a belt on oh wait it was because it was too much trouble to take of, at least he thought that was the reason. Oh well it didn't really matter. Possibly the strangest thing happening to him was the extreme eruption of pubic hair. But the power, ohhh the power. It felt so good to rip boulders from the ground with his mind. And this was just the beginning, if he continued down this path he would be able to do much, much more.

note: the avatar you are judging is the one with stars around it.
A lot of things changed since Hannah found the scroll. A great change had over come her - she suddenly felt no need to do drugs, no need to be lazy. In fact, she slowly began to make the transition towards being a regular kid. She started paying more attention in school, and even started dressing like the other kids. She felt as if she had went from being a low-life to a now somewhat decent person.

It wasn't enough, however. She felt as if she had to be something more. She felt as if a raging power was inside her, and that it needed to be let out. She felt at many times superior to her classmates and those around her, as if she was some righteous being.

But what led to this drastic change? Hannah knew of course. It was the scroll. The scroll that gave her an amazing feeling every time she looked at it, touched it, or even thought of it. It was as if the scroll was her drug, for she couldn't live without. The mere thought of being without the scroll worried Hannah.

Hannah knew the scroll was magical. She couldn't explain it, but it was. She knew that if anything happened to it, her life would spiral back to its original low-life state. Because of this, Hannah never let the scroll leave her room. One day, however, Hannah made the mistake of taking the scroll to school.

It was Monday, and Hannah was walking down the hallway towards her fifth period English class, when suddenly...

"OH LOOK. If it isn't little Hannah, looking as ugly as ever."

Oh dear god, thought Hannah. The Ashley's. The Ashley's were the school's most popular girls, for their parents were the richest.

"What's wrong Hannah?" said Ashley P.
"Yeah, Hannah? Didn't get your fix today?" said Ashley Y.
"Nah, I bet she can't afford any." said Ashley B., and they all erupted into hysterical laughter.

Why I aughta... thought Hannah. She opened her mouth to say something, but something amazing happened first.
**
A giant ball of fire flew out of Hannah's bag (where she had kept the scroll), and flew directly at the Ashley's.
OH MY GOD, thought Hannah.

"HOLY CRAP WE'RE ON FIRE GUYS!" screamed Ashley P.
"OMG I'M NOT THAT HOT!" yelled Ashley Y.
"I JUST GOT PLASTIC SURGERY!" shouted Ashley B.

As the three Ashley's ran around on fire, Hannah decided it was best for her to leave. She knew what had happened wasn't random, but her doing. She knew she couldn't stay around long, so she decided to disappear.

Madison woke up the next morning, and the first thing she realized was that there was an odd sensation around her head- almost a tightening, like her head was slowly being squeezed and juiced. Blinking the sleep out of her eyes, she reached her hand up to her head, freezing when she felt a think metallic band that encircled her head.

Not even bothering to turn off the blaring alarm, Madison rushed over to the mirror that hung beside her bedroom door. That definitely wasn’t there before... she thought to herself as she stared at the golden halo. Now if only it would stop cutting off blood flow to my brain, I would be able to think properly! Much to her surprise, the circlet immediately loosened, and Madison sighed deeply. That’s better.

Thinking back to the night before, she realized that after she had completed the strangely exciting online assignment, Madison had forgotten to take off the unknown hairpin when she had toppled into bed. And it had disappeared, or morphed, or whatever...and now this circlet was left in it’s place.

How in the world am I going to hide this from Mom? The sensible voice inside her head asked.

She put the thought aside as she got ready for school, trying to hide the circlet under her bangs. Unfortunately, they kept popping out. With one last look at the clock she gave up and ran downstairs, concocting reasons for the new headpiece as she made her way to the kitchen.

However, her mom wasn’t sitting in her usual spot at the head of the table. Instead, a bright pink sticky note was attached to a packet of PopTarts sitting in the middle of the table.



Sighing thankfully, Madison grabbed the PopTarts and ran out to the yellow school bus, which had just pulled up outside her driveway.

***

The morning classes past by slowly and uneventfully, and Madison was hardly able to pay attention. All she could think about what chemistry. The past week, all those experiments with Bunsen burners were in preparation for today’s lab. Given an unknown substance, they were going to have to determine what the substance contained using flame tests.

When the end of fifth period bell rang, Madison bolted out of her seat and ran to chemistry, not even bothering to wait for Kimi, who sat near her.

She was the first person in the room, and by the time the last person had filed in the door, she already had on the goggles, gloves and apron that were required for all dangerous labs.

“Alright, class. You all know what to do, we have been preparing for this this entire week. I’ve already passed out the metal samples to each lab group. Ready? You have the rest of the class period to test. Go.” Ms. Taylor said.

As the first flame flared up, Madison noticed a curious sensation around her head, where the circlet was lying. It seemed to grow warmer every time a new flame burst into being, until Madison could hardly stand it.

The glass beaker she was holding crashed to the floor, the unknown substance spreading everyone. Madison couldn’t control herself. Her head was on fire. It was flaming. She was going to die.

She started hearing screams, but she didn’t know who they were coming from. She couldn’t concentrate. Flames were roaring up around her. The Bunsen burners were supplying the fire, she was supplying the energy. It was too much. The circlet tightened and heated to the point of no return.

Madison collapsed onto the floor, on top of the fire. The last thing she remembered before blacking out was Kimi screaming, “But she isn’t on fire!”

Why Had she done it? It was Idiocy, practically suicide. But floating flames weren't exactly realistic either.
She Screamed. Everything around her stopped, stopped and stared as the flames burst apart in her hand.
The Flames exploded outward, towards her, ripping at her clothes and skin. She shut her eyes tightly, and tears began to form; smoke from burning flesh filled her nostrils.
The flames slashed at her like blades, blood flowed out and fire flowed in. She screamed again. Piercing. Flames rushed into her mouth suffocating her cry.
She Fell.
Like a Meteor She Crashed Down from the sky.