T.O.A.L. (Turtles On A Log?) Hello FF, it's been quite a while Ya miss me? Jokes Let's see what I can do here... ?I've been working on my writing. ------ Prologue: Introduce Me Please! "Hello, my name is Zach, and I'm addicted to fear," Session A1: Circle of Fear Concrete slabs had hit the ground forcefully around twenty-three year old Zach his grey eyes widened as he licked his dry chaps filling them with saliva. He smelled it, the succulent smell of fear. He laughed hysterically his tears welling up within his eyes so much they spilled. "We're not in Kansas anymore!" As he stumbled towards the fear, he pushed aside an old man who looked only concerned for him. The man took out his phone, and started dialing, "911". "Shit," he bolted, he ran, he flew, and he reacted. It was never enough, they always found him. ~~~~~~ "Tell them your name, and why you're here," readying a clipboard and paper the woman sat up. It was another group therapy session, and he choked. Hate was a terrible word to describe his feelings at the moment of impact. The woman pointed the pen at him slowly. It was a feeling that exceeded hate, could there be something more despicable? Standing he looked around the room, "Hello, my name is Zach, and I'm addicted to fear," Chatter filled the room when the woman set down her clipboard, "Zach? You've been here so long yet you say the same thing every time, why is that?" She asked him trying to pull out more information. It was as if he were a can, and she was the can opener. "If I answer your question, you'll ask me another, and if I answer that, you'll ask me another," he said knocking down the chair. Sighing she motioned him to sit down then pointed to the next person, and asked the same questions, then the next, and it dragged on. It was as if there had been a warp in time and he'd been stuck in hell for so long it drove him mad. He was hungry, he was always hungry, it was their fault. Then her pen landed back on him, he flinched for a second then stared into her eyes. She gulped, he could smell it, her fear, it was small but it was there. He could almost savor it. At that instance his chaps became dry, and he licked them. "Miss?" He quietly said lifting up his head. She turned her head sideways, and nodded. She looked as if she had lost her soul for an instant. He stood up and approached her as the others watched curious to see what he'd do. The drool escaping his lips made its way to his chin, and he smiled. Lips curved into a hook-like shape and bigger. His teeth had become sharp, his eyes narrow and as he bent to her height his back wider. "Thank you for the meal," said one of the men sitting down. Immediately Zach shot up, he looked around the room. Everyone else had disappeared, no weirdos confessing anything, or talking about their feelings. Even the lady he was ready to savor vanished. "Who the hell—?" He never finished his question... ------- "T.O.A.L." -------- Be honest whaddya think So yeah Weird name, but you'll get the meaning later ?I mean if I even get readers Cin out
Turtles On A Log...? Welcome Back Readers ️ ---- "Laugh at it one more time, and I'll shred you, into nothing," Session B2: T.O.A.L. His eyes were lanky, his breathing heavy, and his body cold. How long had he been out? Funny, just a second ago he'd been running away from the cops. Tilting his head backwards he began laughing maniacally, maybe he'd done it. Clasping his hand together he began muttering a few words, as if he were praying. "Go back to hell Deuce," he muttered after propping himself up on the side of a building. "Why don't you come back Zach, there's no other place for you, for us " "You sound like some corny villainous recruiter, but no thanks," he said shaking his head from side to side. His eyes rolled back slowly and his legs caved in, the only thing he could think of at that moment was, what kind of shit he'd get himself into now. ~~~~~ "are you!" He finished it, his sentence from earlier. It felt like light years had gone by as he stood up. He grabbed his head with both hands, and felt his back shrink back, as his teeth, and lips retracted back to their normal shape and size his eyes shifted back as well. He'd noticed his surroundings changed, at first he was in the white room, now he was in a swamp looking area. "Zachary," he'd heard that voice before, releasing his head he slowly turned around just to see, nothing? "What kind of sick joke is this?!" He yelled noticing he'd been surrounded, by people he didn't know. On a log up ahead, he'd seen the perpetrator who'd called his by his birth name. It was small, but green, it was a turtle. He looked at it turning his head from side to side before making a clueless expression. "Zachary, Welcome to T.O.A.L. Turtles, On, A, Log," he calmly said. The veins in Zach's neck couldn't bare it much longer, Turtles? On a log?! He bursted out laughing, it was so outrageous, what kind of organization name was that? He was stunned by it, he even forgot about his hunger. A few of the guys surrounding him stood up, and told him to shut up while Mac is speaking. Instead he laughed even hard, now the turtles name was Mac?! Before he knew it a guy sitting down started staring at him, then slowly stood up, his nails growing into metallic claws,"Laugh at it one more time, and I'll shred you, into nothing," he pressed up the claws to Zach's neck and started pressing them in. As Zach tripped backwards he pressed on. "Ulrich! Isn't it a bit trifle that you pull out your turtle, over something so trivial?" Another one said pulling him back. Then offered a hand to Zach, "I'm Deuce, and I'll be your bodyguard for one day," Zach took the hand offering to help and stood up confused, "What's a turtle? Isn't that some animal," he said scratching his head, that guys claws were no laughing matter, he felt a scar on his neck, and started getting pumped up. "Mac will explain it to you in due time—" Deuce stopped mid sentence only to notice Zach was acting strange. "This must be his..." Zach's eyes started to swell with tears and his drool, slid down his face. His body was changing again, because he smelled it, oh it was so tangy and sweet, so savory, and delectable. He smelled fear, who's was it, who's fear could it be. Sadly he didn't know who's. Yet, it was his own ------ ️T.O.A.L. Explanation corner! So next time I update Zach is gonna magically know more when he reminisces about his past, because...it makes things better story wise. Welcome to?Mac's Explanation Corner, today Mac will be explaining, what Turtles On A Log actually is, take it away Mac! ?Turtle Theorem: The turtle theorem is what started the whole ability topic in the parallel world of Zachary, turtles were subjected to experimental labor, and one day when being shipped to another laboratory to confirm new findings on the sample results. The theories purpose was to replicate the shell on the turtles back, and eventually use it as a weapon of war, like the atomic bombs. Instead the results were shipped to six orphanages instead, and only four kids in each orphanage received the serum eight of which died soon after. Some developed failed abilities, and some clearly developed the turtle abilities or look. (Like Mac). T.O.A.L. - The purpose of TOAL is to find all 16 orphans whom survived being exposed, and to protect them from mankind. Turtles- The term used for their abilities ️?Thanks for reading. Next Update is on Monday.