Black Holes: A Fictional Narrative

“It went that way!” I hear them yell as i run down the cold metal hallway. The air suddenly becomes thick and humid as I escape through what seems to be an emergency exit door. I keep running, fearing the inevitable fate that will come to me. I look back at the government run nightmare and pray that my family base gets my distress call.

The teens who occupy Charles Burns's graphic novel Black Hole are ill with what seem to be a sexually-transmitted disease that the teens identify as "the bug," an increasing number of teens become infected and reside with a group of teenagers that live in separate from their families and individuals uninfected remain students at their high school in uptown Seattle. The ill teens dwell in a tent village concealed in the outskirts of their community, in the forest and they manage to survive largely on the trash and infrequent aid of the well teens. The sickness marks each teen in varying degrees; many seem grotesque while others physical manifestations are subtle, as a result the ill are alienated and rejected by the community because of

The boy suddenly spoke, “Don't worry. They stopped drugging you a few days ago. That’s just to give your body nutrients. Just close your eyes. And don’t make a scene when they come back, or they’ll drug you again.”

You shook your head, “I don’ think so. I only have a little left and we need cash, since no one in this town seems to take cards.”

As Sam opened his eyes, he was taken aback. Cobwebs draped down from the ceiling to the ground. There was no lighting; the only trace of light was from the dusty window. The smell was what really surprised him. It smelled so good in here! He expected a place like this to be smelly, but instead it smelled like lavender and honey. He spied a plate that had some rice and vegetables, and a small bowl of curry. A cup of tea finished of the dazzling array of food. “Finally you’ve woken up,” a chiming voice startled Sam’s inspection. To his surprise, he saw a monkey. He was carrying a banana leaf with a container of something green. “You sure where lucky. Surviving a moose in rage is quite uncommon. You’re pretty uncommon yourself, with a birthmark on your forehead shaped like a star and a really quick reviving body. My name’s Looloo, and I’m the one who carried you home. You

Dan wondered why his mother didn’t shrink down and perch on his shoulder already, like the annoying bird she was. She chirped his name, then followed with three sharp pecks against the door. Dan ignored her and took the last sip of his coffee. Beads of sweat rested on his forehead, and he pulled on the chain to lower the brightness of his desk lamp. His eyes had become red, and the dark circles and designer bags under his brown eyes were ever present. Simply put, on any given day, Daniel Malik was a zombie.

Logan has been fairly distant since the incident with Spencer. He kept saying that they should give up -- that there’s no use in finding the last one if Spencer has decided against joining them.

Unbeknownst to Sarah Carpenter, the FBI was keeping tabs on her by eavesdropping on her phone calls and following her movements. They didn’t know how much information about himself, Roger Nelson had shared with her. But, just to be safe, the FBI wanted to be sure she didn’t muddle things of for them by talking too much. If Sarah knew the NSA was watching her, she would be explosive in her outrage, although in the final analysis she could do nothing about it, even if the FBI’s actions were illegal.

Black holes are one of the many amazing unexplainable wonders around the world. Black holes are also very abundant in many galaxies especially the Milky Way. There is believed to be at least over ten million black holes scattered around the Milky Way galaxy alone. In every galaxy there is a supermassive black hole that is at least billions of times as big as the sun and it is big enough to swallow the whole solar system.

They kept leading us into rooms and such. We tried to stop but I guess we couldn't because first, we were sick, and second there were guns pinching our temple. The air surrounding us smelled like melon instead of contaminated, dirty air, but as it got sweeter, the dizzier we became, which had made us sick and weak. It felt like we were going to faint in seconds but we couldn't bare laying on the ground with the rotten human being in front of us. If we fell, we lost. When we got to this narrow corridor, we were smelling poison instead of anything. Pulling up the gas mask, A and N were undercover leaving us with suffocation and feeling of unfairness. It was totally unfair. What have we done to her? Did we really do something that bad to deserve this? We kept walking to this old basement room that smelled like mildew and as we turned around, goosebumps aroused my arms. We were standing in front of a wall filled with Ali’s picture. Apparently, this was OUr death plan when we died. And when we did, the police-everyone is going to think that we were hallucinating, loving, worshiping A. a trick that is easily fallen into. And I was going to give

Scuttling innocently through the twisting corridors I bore the same expression; head down, shoulders hunched, avoiding any eye contact - my desperate attempts to deter the despot for one day at least. Despite my efforts, there was no escape, as seemingly within the second of having that naively optimistic thought, a cruel, callous voice demanded I surrender my broach. Fear spiked, as it always did, but with it came something else, an alien emotion ... Looking back now, I see that it must have been the cumulative effect of months of torment that brought me to the realisation that at this point I had reached the nadir of my life. Deriding cackles pierced my ears and this time I recognised the emotion, fury. It burned through my veins, along with the memories of the past to form a feeling of overwhelming power. I met the daggers that would usually invoke terror, and calmly, I said “No.”

Black holes should probably not be called black holes. In fact, black holes are anything but empty space. Black holes are a great amount of matter packed and squeezed into a very small area. The result of this amount of matter squeezed into a small area results in a gravitational field so strong that nothing, not even light, can escape.

It replayed over and over in my head. The screams and shouts echoing. They grew louder and louder, shoving me into the back corner, behind the old red rain coat, never worn. The floor was cold as ice, the room was so dark you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face. My heart beat rapidly, louder and louder, as it beat out of my chest. What was I doing, why was I here? Let the noise stop, let them surrender.

Mr. Van Dann: (to Kraler) Just a little- discussion over the advisability of selling this coat. As I have often reminded Mrs. Van Dann, it’s very selfish of her to keep when people outside are in such desperate need of clothing. (He gives the coat to Meip.) So if you will please to sell it for us? It should fetch a good price.

Terrified I jumped behind a tree hoping it wouldn't notice. It didn't even glance my way as it raced ahead, it appeared to be chasing a black and white rabbit that was ahead of me. As it passed by me I let out a sigh of relief "he didn't see me." I think to myself with a hint of gratitude in my voice. I look down and see a beaten up brown leather wallet under my foot. "what's that doing out here in the middle of nowhere?" I ask myself. Just as I bent down to pick up the wallet my pocket lets out a shriek. "What the hell was that?!" I ask myself as my pocket lets out another ear splitting shriek. I reach into my pocket only to reveal my phone shrieking in unison with an incoming call. I look down at the caller ID and it shows an unknown caller, I answer it hoping it's someone who can help me figure out where I am. "Hello?" I say hopeful, "Hello" says the voice on the other end of the phone, his voice is slightly unnerving but I decide to shake it off, until I heard his next words "I heard you found my wallet, return it to me and I will explain to you what happened to you last night." "You were there?" I asked scared but with excitement in my voice nonetheless. "Yes I was, but you would not remember me for I was unimportant to the night's events Sam Knight." "How do you know my name?" I ask suddenly wary of our words. "Like I said before I was there just unimportant and unnoticed, bring me my wallet to the mountain straight ahead I will give you two days time to get here and return it or a great misfortune will befall you." His voice was deep and dark when he said these last words "and remember Sam Knight don’t open the wallet do you understand?" "Yes" I said very timid, just then my phone died and I was alone in the dark once more only this time I had to find the owner of this