This is just an experiment story that will probably show up at fanfiction.net in a couple weeks or months. I don't really plan to do anything with it on Gaia, but that doesn't mean that I won't end up... doing something with it on Gaia. For now, if you happen to come across this, enjoy. It's basically a little rough draft of a soon-to-be story.
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Case 1: Vince.

I was waiting for something that, whatever its outcome may have been, would most certainly be my fault. I was an idiot. The news told us to stay inside, but honestly, what the hell could that have done? The thing crashed into our ranch. I'm sure Drew would have discovered it the next morning and done something... no... No, no, I was thinking to much. What happened, happened. Right now, all I had to distract myself from keeping a constant train of thought was the frequent sounds of the old man across from me coughing up something of a storm. Otherwise, it was pretty dreary in the infirmary. What was obvious was my mother's paranoia. She was sitting beside me, a look of sheer disbelief in her eyes. She was frozen. At least until the rather large--I assumed it was for those in wheelchairs--doors to the patients' rooms swung open, a man, dressed in the typical doctor's garb of a white coat and other devices, entering the room with a clipboard under an arm. My mother stood up, now facing this man. This was the doctor who took my little brother into the back rooms.

"Ms. Maire." He spoke my mother's last name. "I think you need to come and see this for yourself. I am not sure what else to say... Please, come this way." With that predictable comment, he faced away from the lobby, my mother following soon after him. One hand was over her mouth. The other had tapped me on the shoulder. I assumed that meant I was to stay close behind. And I was about to see my little brother again... Had he just slipped into a coma on contact with the thing? I mean, that's what it looked like. It made no sense, but I guess we're lucky the rock didn't hit him on the head. That would have been fatal, undoubtedly. Even still, I'm worried... Thoughts raced through my head like a swarm of jets. The sooner we got through these lifeless, white corridors, the sooner I'd calm down. Though, I might have just lied to myself there.

The doctor held a door open for the two of us. I made sure to thank him, whilst my mom's hand was still over her mouth. Her focus froze upon that cliché hospital sight. A heart rate monitor was beeping. There were about half a dozen mechanisms in the room that I had little intention of understanding at the moment. I stopped at one side of the hospital bed, my mother the opposite. The doctor loomed over me from behind. All three of us were speechless, examining my unconscious little brother... The doctor spoke before too long.

"Above the bed here is a screen showing his brainwave activity." The doctor kindly pointed out. I had no idea what that device was. I didn't even know that existed in these rooms, but I supposed technology was still advancing. "We have had this machine examined thoroughly. It is operating perfectly. As you can see, there are two lines." He paused, pointing out the two distinct lines zigzagging chaotically on the screen. "That is impossible. The existence of a second set of brainwaves... suggests he has a second brain." He kept speaking, but everything became a blur after the concept of a second brain. I was glancing back and forth between the brainwaves and my brother. A second brain? How? Where?

"Based on the activity of his second brain, if it is there," The doctor paused once more, pointing at the more disarrayed line on the screen. "It is a bedlam of electrical waves that do not belong in his body. Yet, he is surviving. I have never seen, nor have I heard, this in my career or life."

I could tell my mother was incredulous. She was not easy to fool. And the idea of a second brain was ludicrous. She shook her head, giving the doctor a sort of "are you insane?" look.

"You're honestly suggesting he is growing another brain...?"

"It is either that or his brain is producing two entirely separate -worlds- of waves. As you can see, the waves are in no way the same. Either way, the amount of electrical waves inside your son's body have locked him into a coma. The functions of his organs are starting to fail. We're going to require your decision. Do you want us to put Drew on life support?"

"What else can we do?" Mother answered rhetorically, giving it no thought. She wanted dearly to keep her son, my brother, alive. I wanted it too, but... Was this torture for him? What if he was stuck in some sort of nightmare? What if he was begging to just escape...? ...These thoughts were related to slumber, thus, I yawned. It was either three or four in the morning. And no. I had not slept yet. And, as a sixteen-year-old teenager, I'm not the most responsible sleeper in any case. Though, I felt bad. I didn't want to look like I was bored. I wasn't...

...

I tell you, that wasn't an easy night. I had absolutely zero hours, zero minutes, and maybe five seconds of sleep. I stayed at the hospital. I remained in that room watching my little brother, holding his hand as he was hooked up to all sorts of machines. I watched over him without budging, with some fantasy running through my head, mocking me with the falsehood of his awakening. Upon using the bathroom about three times that night, or morning, really, (and mostly out of anxiety) I had to splash my face with the freezing water just to keep my eyes open. More than halfway. Each time I returned to that room, I was so expecting Drew to be sitting up, a dumb look plastered on his face. He'd see me walk in and holler my name before asking me where he was and what was going on. Maybe it's silly to someone else, but the thought of it was beautiful. And that made it worse. I stop paying attention to the time after I made out a bit of blue in the sky. I knew it was about 6:00AM or something. I wasn't sure when the sun started rising, but I had a vague feeling it was around that time. It didn't matter. The only thing I wanted to rise was my brother. And I don't mean it in the "soul" perspective.

Fingers pressing into my black-circled eyes, I sighed. What made this worse was that, as soon as I got home, I would have had to help Dad with the farm. Us farm boys were supposed to wake up early and all, but I was a bit of a rebel. I slept in later than you could have imagined on weekends, which made up for my huge loss of sleep on the weekdays. It was a busy schedule. I was unmistakably under pressure every moment, save the weekends. No, strike that. I had projects for school. I had one coming up. It was due this Monday, and it was already Friday. Well, it was the worst Friday of my life. I was nowhere on that English project, and my brother was probably going to be killed, and... Sometimes I wonder how I hadn't been driven insane a while ago. I imagined cross-country took care of that. Running always calmed me down. I enjoyed running around the acres of our farmland with our welsh corgi Zig-Zag. Drew always tried to keep up with me. He'd run out of stamina pretty fast, let me tell you... But that's because he wasn't trained like I was. I had been trained to maintain myself while running. But that didn't apply for everything in life. And it really was all breaking down here...

I'm so sorry, little brother...

I'm hoping you're having a sweet dream... Of us laying in the hammocks near one another and watching the stars roll on in the black, velvet sky.

Or the clouds, in the blue beyond.

Or maybe you were too distracted with that silly little game you played on that handheld system of yours... It was the one with the creatures you had to train, fighting with them against other trainers and ultimately reaching the championship or something. I didn't get it, but I guessed it was really simple. Recently, a new one came out. Drew was all over that... It might have been stupid to be thinking of childish games at this time, but really, it put a grin on my face. I think I'd play that game too if I had the time. I was always up to my damn neck in work...

So, let me elaborate. I hope you're having a sweet dream where you can catch all of those little monsters and fight your way to the top...

...

Sure enough, having been driven home by Mom, I was asked to do one little task around the farm, which evolved into two tasks, and then so on. I honestly didn't care that I was tired. I was too distracted with so much mental torture that keeping me away from my own thoughts was a pretty respectable stratagem...

The tasks involved the usual Friday routine: picking up the horse s**t and making sure all of the animals had food and water. Obviously, a lot of them didn't, as it was the end of the week. Thus, I had to refill everything. They had their fuel. I, however, was running on, I don't know, negative fuel? I felt so universally drained that I just wanted to collapse in bed and cry. Little did I realize that I was crying at that moment. The tears occurred, as if they had a mind of their own. That concept brought me back to the idea of two brains, and, from there, it was probably pretty easy to imagine where it went. If you understood the basics of feedback--like from an amp--inside someone's head, then you knew. My emotions were building, and I had to stop. I couldn't be distracted any further...

I ignored my father, dashing into our fairly large two-story house and heading for the second floor. I averted my attention from my brother's room, slammed my door behind me, and fell to my knees in front of my bed, my face planted firmly into the messy, unmade covers. Those were my plans for the weekend...

And little did I expect anyone to come in and comfort me. My mother refused to speak to me. Father barely looked me in the eyes... And something I forgot to mention was the rock. I saw the rock. No one touched it. Not even the animals, thankfully... That goddamn meteorite was still there.

The meteorite that ruined my little brother was still here...

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That will do for now. I plan to have about three to five, possibly six, chapters for each "case", which is a different character every time. Yes, each character will narrate the story, so it'll be 1st person. I don't know how many cases there are, but there is technically a "0th" case, and that's Drew. Drew's case will probably be the last one... Anyway, I'll do another rough draft chapter of this soon.