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Tagging back anyone who wants to share a snippet of what they’re working on! If you want to participate, consider yourself tagged! Just please tag me back so I can see!!! :)
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A snippet from my newest Shepard - #100 - yup, you read that right! I hit 100 the other day when I created Alexandre Shepard in memory of a good friend who passed.
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Room 619.
Alexandre Shepard stares at the number, hearing his father’s voice inside his head. Six cents dix-neuf, mon fils. A tremor shakes his hand as he reaches for the handle. Either God has it in for him, or He has a very wicked sense of humor. Six cents dix-neuf. The same number of days since the eezo ‘accident’ that killed the elder Shepard and exposed Alexandre.
Room 619.
He enters the room, sets his things by the empty bed nearest the windows before staring outside. The hospital room is like any other in any Alliance hospital. This one happens to overlook the city of London. Not a bad view by any means, particularly in winter, but not where he wants to be. He should be finishing his studies, preparing for enlistment, anything but waiting on neurosurgery for an implant that will help him control his sudden access to dark energy. He never asked for it; he’s seen the faces of the crew, of the other kids in his class. His mother. His brother. No, he did not ask for this, nor did he ask for his father’s untimely death.
Room 619.
He is alone at the window still, some time later, when the door opens. Not a private suite, all Alexandre knows is that his roommate also is a biotic. There aren’t many of them who come through this hospital, certainly not enough to create a wing specifically to deal with them, and the few rooms they do have double up on occupancy if and when necessary. Alexandre swallows tightly, makes a fist with his hand and watches the strange haze of blue that sparks weirdly around it. He doesn’t want a roommate, doesn’t want anyone else to know his ‘condition.’ Maman insists he keep it quiet, to protect himself, his one chance. David, well, he’s lucky David bothered to send a message, and even then, it was brief.
“Six cents dix-neuf.”
Shuffling steps approach, but not too close. That is something, at least. Alexandre is not in the mood for conversation, good or bad. He would rather be elsewhere, anywhere but here. But he has no choice. The minute he knocks Stacey Ratzenburger from her seat in class after a violent sneeze that has an added dark energy kick, his life is forever changed. No longer a question of what he wants, but where he can be put to not be a danger, to himself or otherwise.
“Beautiful view.” ...