Running out of breath, something my friend and I did for fun. Options

[Midnight Faerie]

The other day, I was talking to my friend, who was randomly writing snippets of stories. So I decided to try one also. Then he responded with continuing the story, and it kept going for a bit. This is just what we wrote for fun. I'm in the red.



me: Charlotte ran. She ran until her bones were silk, her skin had been peeled back by the wind. Until she faded away into the scenery. A blur. The Invisible Girl.
Above her, planes flew high in the air, transporting passengers to their destination. Or a time bomb. You never know.
Suddenly, Charlotte wasn't aware of anything or anyone around her. It was as if someone had taken a big bottle of white-out and erased everything. Even herself.
Most of the time, she stopped around now. But not this time, oh no. Charlotte would run until she was gone completely. Even if it took her forever.

mike: She ran and ran. Time lost all meaning in her confused mind. Her body screamed stop and her head screamed go. Losing all control, she became just a lifeless doll. Her composure returned, but the landscape remained absent. With a sudden rattling motion, her movement stopped. Her body had given in to the stress. Her mind remained confused, the scenery missing. Suddenly, she found herself wishing. Wishing for respite. But no such salvation came. A voice rang out in the still arena of white.
"Why?" It screamed. "Why?"
At once, it became apparent. It was her voice.
'Is this my voice?' Her mind asked, amidst a flurry of confusion. Is this... me? What am i? With the final question in place, the confusion returned. She sat alone, nothing to think, nothing to feel. A doll. That's all she was. A doll.

me: At once, light and sound hit her like a tidal wave. Sirens blared, cars screeched to a stop, and the bright lights of urban sleep glared with open eyes. She closed her eyes and fought back the sickening bile that crawled its way up her throat. Heart pounding, head spinning, Charlotte stood up on shaky legs, struggling to stay on her feet. Tears spilled rapidly out from under her eyelids in rushing rivers of diamond. Running was supposed to numb her, to be her shell; not hurt her so.
It wasn't supposed to hurt.
Everything in her life hurt. Everything. The pain was just too much to deal with, threatening to destroy her completely. That was why she ran. But now... now that the only way out simply turned her around again... It was final. Her life was, and always would be, pain.

mike: She awoke with a strange sensation. She lay on a gurney of cold steel. Her head spun like a top, stabbing her senses with a theoretical knife. Run. It's all she had, that ability. Cold straps held her in place, disallowing her one true power. Tubes ran about her arms, randomly placed and painful. A sinister tool hung on the rack to her right.
"So, you have awoken?" A strange, vile voice asked.
The sound was as smooth as water, yet rough as sandpaper.
"Who are you?" She forced from her mouth, barely able to squeak.
"You needn't worry," He replied. "Why don't we call me doctor?"

me: Doctor? The word echoed throughout her troubled mind, sending little jolts of panic down her spine. Going to the doctor always meant that something was wrong. Something bad. Something was wrong with her, though. Everything was wrong. Her looks, her clothes, her hair, her attitude. Her mind. But nothing a doctor could fix. So why was she here?
"I want to leave..." she said softly, as forcefully as she could make it, "now."
The doctor looked at her with humor in his eyes. That look was all she needed to know that they were not going to let her leave. She was the prisoner held captive in the dungeon of darkness. Horrible, dreadful darkness.
Pain consumed her, as usual, yet not the normal pain. This was physical, nerve-wracking pain. Horrible, horrible. Just like the doctor.

[KissMe2408]

Whoa very intense. I think you guys are excellent writers though, very descriptive and captivating. You and Mike write well together as well. I'll give you props for how the story weaved in and out of each others writing. Nice job!