Story Time and Boobs (continuation) (3716 hits)
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Submitted by heyzues (View user info) at 2004-09-02 22:08:50 EDT
The Boobs are at the bottom feel free to skip the writing and look at the boobs.
Part one http://www.ubersite.com/m/43474
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Part two
Bob jumped off the balcony of his second floor apartment and landed in the back of his nineteen eighty seven, tan, Isuzu Pup truck. As his legs flexed from the impact, and his fingers splayed out in front of him on the plastic liner, his mind raced through the images of Amy's mangled body. Taking a seat behind the wheel, he came to the realization that he had no idea where she was. "I can't do shit, if I don't know where she is!" He screamed harshly at himself, for his inadequacy. At this point Bob no longer doubted the accuracy of the dream. "Just concentrate on Amy, you can do this."
Bob cursed at himself for his limited 'remote viewing' ability. Only recently had Bob discovered new ways to use his mental superiority. Though he had been successful at utilizing several levels of 'Extra Sensory Perception', telekinesis was the only ability he had trained his mind to do for the past six years. Unfortunately his ability to 'remote view' had only manifested itself when he was asleep.
His mind struggled with the image of Amy, in an attempt to find out where she was. Tears were pouring down his face, for the idea of a world without her was too much for him to take. Shutting his eyes and taking long deep breaths, he began concentrating. He focused on her facial features, her high cheek bones, her thin eyebrows, and her most important feature, her eyes. Her eyes are what made her so popular with every one, despite being from Hispanic descent her eyes were the most brilliant color of blue. Bob could feel her eyes, his mind looked deeply into there brilliance. As he looked deeper, the brilliance of her eyes began to fade and the brightness of her face began to dim. His mind pulled away from her face to witness the gruesome scene.
Her body lay on a gurney inside an ambulance, three people sat around her. To her left her sister, Elizabeth, sat in hysterics clutching Amy's hand. To her right, two paramedics were attempting to resuscitate her heart, but to no avail. After several attempts the paramedics looked at each other and shook their heads. The taller paramedic continued to attempt resuscitation. Then the paramedics swayed forward as the ambulance came to a stop.
Bobs eyes snapped open, revealing there blood soaked nature. He started his truck and began to make his way to the Washington County Hospital, currently only three city blocks from his apartment. Making it to the hospital in under a minute, he pulled into a parking spot along the street on the west side of the hospital. He jumped out of his truck and sprinted up the forty concrete steps that led to the drive up area for visitors. She was close, he could feel her now. He made a dash for the Emergency entrance.
The two security guards that operated the metal detector saw Bob sprinting towards them from the dark parking lot and prepared to stop him. As Bob waited for the automatic doors the two men, both larger than Bob, stepped forward to confront him. Bob had other plans. With reflexes and hand eye coordination that only a mind like Bob's could possess, he closed the distance between the two men and struck the sides of their necks with his palms. Thus disrupting their nervous systems, and rendering them unconscious. Before the two men hit the ground, Bob had already disappeared from the lobby, and was making his way towards Amy.
Bob sprinted past several rooms, before finally coming upon Amy. Outside the room, her sister sat in a chair appearing to be catatonic in her unresponsive state. Inside the room, stood a lone doctor with a clip board marking down the time of death and the cause. Bob came to a stop at the doorway. The doctor looked up and saw Bob standing in the doorway, and through the bright florescent lighting he could see Bob's blood red eyes.
Bob walked from the doorway to the head of the cold steel table that Amy's body lay on. "Now what!? Now what are you going to do?" His inner monologue shouted. "You came all this way, and you can't do shit!......or can you." The ability to focus down to a cellular level was one of Bob's main goals. He had hoped to develop enough control so that he could alter his own cellular structure, making himself stronger. In his past attempts he was able to mentally see his own cells but to telekineticly alter those cells placed too much pressure on the brain, and his fear of a hemorrhage held him back.
"You could die, yea, but she deserves it. For three years she was the only friend you had. When you had no one else to turn to, she was there for you!" Bob placed his hands on the sides of Amy's skull. He could sense the internal damage done to her brain, the several fractures in her neck, and her severed spinal cord. "Now I'm here for you"
The Doctor was in aw of what he was witnessing. Bob's body tensed up and his hands shook, as his mind began to push itself beyond the point that he would normally stop. The pressure was building up in his skull so much that he thought his head was going to explode, but he didn't care, he looked past the pain and focused on the damage he had to fix.
When the moment came, there was no primal scream of power, there was only silence. Silence as the lights flickered from electro-magnetic interference, silence as nurses rushed in to see what the disturbance was. Silence as the damaged nerve endings, severed spinal cord and fractured bones began to mend themselves. And silence as blood began to pour out of Bob's eyes, and nose caused by severe brain hemorrhage.
Two minutes passed, and everyone that gathered watched as the color in Amy's skin began to return, and the bruising on her skull faded away. Unexpectedly, Amy's eyes widened and, arching her back, took a giant breath.
Bob hit his knees, surprisingly, he was still conscious. His ability to use one hundred percent of his brain at all times allowed his mind to work around the damaged areas. Blood was now coming out of his ears also. The pressure was still there. Despite his ability to maintain consciousness, the pressure in his skull would eventually kill him.
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As promised, here are the boobs
User Reviews
Submitted by mrwolf (user info) at 2004-09-09 05:43:55 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Good continuation. I didn't want Bob to die though. I always hate it when nice stories bring in harsh realities
Submitted by NoahsArk (user info) at 2004-09-08 22:45:50 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
For the story, I came back and read it :)
Submitted by heyzues (user info) at 2004-09-03 17:43:25 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
BOOBS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Submitted by heyzues (user info) at 2004-09-02 23:11:21 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Does any one know of a good medical site that would have information on the brain. While I'm writing this I want to pretend like I know what I'm talking about.
Submitted by NoahsArk (user info) at 2004-09-02 22:58:34 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I skipped the story, I admit it, but damn those are some nice boobs!
Submitted by SullyThePirate (user info) at 2004-09-02 22:17:59 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
There are wayyyy better pairs of boobs on Weapons of Mass Turbation.
Submitted by I_Have_a_Kristen_Fetish (user info) at 2004-09-02 22:11:32 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
http://www.ubersite.com/m/43745
http://www.ubersite.com/m/43815
+1 for each post I linked.
Submitted by geofroley (user info) at 2004-09-02 22:11:28 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
+2 for boobs!