Recollection-Chapter 1:The Hills are nothing new.
Normally...Journeys...quests...the idea of a purpose upon an unknown path...they always have some sort of ending...the story ends, and the reader is finished. It is rather hard for the reader to move on to another story when the writer is all but mortal.
I was once mortal, like all humans on this Earth, but fate has always had a harassing sense of purpose with me, before and after the Great War. These words will be of the roads fate has placed my old feet upon. There is so much to tell with the memory I have...However, I primarily write this to maintain any bit of sanity I may have left in mind...Lucidity is quite the difficult thing to hold onto to in a time of madness. I only ask that you do not take what is written here lightly, as much of what is to follow could very well teach the reader a great many things. Yet as always, one must remember that life goes on and its hills will keep coming...but in the end, the hills are nothing new to the mind t
1. The Black Rose1. The Black Rose in Free Verse More Like This
Out extended the unwelcome arm,
for my soul to take...
My shadow, with me, trembled,
knowing no way away,
from this inevitable ending of my own.
The pillars of my legs crumbled,
and down I fell...
The arm hesitated,
and to the side tilted the head,
from which came its orders.
Of golden bone was it made,
and its base disappeared
into the caverns its sleeve....
Shying from my sight.
The Robe was black
with a fine woven silk.
I beheld none but black,
and only by will
was any other sight
begotten to my terrified eyes.
Eyes of sapphire gazed down on me,
as my back fell to the ground in terror...
Paralyzed was I in the presence of Death,
But it made no haste against me.
"I am Time, just as history knows me."
He spoke as despondence dove to my ears.
To me did Death speak, as it always had,
but with gentle motion did it cry out...
Yelling to grasp my thought, as it knelt before me.
the leaves beneath it made no cries of pain...
as they were already dead, and decaying.
Again the sapphir
TranscendenceTranscendence in Short Stories More Like This
A little girl hummed once more beneath the ears of her guide...a mixture of emotion swayed through her spirit as she was led away and picking flowers...a glance to the back of her shoulder where once she'd heard faint whispers...and she found with her faded eyes, the rope that swung a lifeless and familiar body in the wind.
The wind carried back to her hands, and the small hairs that stood at the attention of her chills tugged away at her grip upon the flowers...the severed plants retook a disoriented place at the earths surface, and her eyes overflowed with reality. Youth meant not that she was blind to revelation...and the guide took heart to this, placing an age old hand down on her ethereal shoulder. Her weeping began, just before her feet made an attempt at running towards the gallows. Her screams flew past deaf ears, through the limbo of our realm. Only she and the guide could hear those pathetic little screams that echoed past those of the crowd surrounding the stage of the gall
The White MorgueThe White Morgue in Free Verse More Like This
Watching, my eyes saw the swaying limbs
thin and starved by winter winds...
Dancing, like moving cracks on the window,
Through which I did stare.
Imagine, the image so morbid above as I gazed.
unnerving to the anchoring blood,
drying up within the veins of my limbs,
much like the branches that sliced the air...
The roots dug deep into my back,
and the anchored blood began to freeze...
My vessels, destroyed by glaciers,
of icy blood, that once flowed.
The travesty, of the bullet plunged into my heart,
whose beat slows, and withers and fades.
Too and so soon, the loss of my life...
Now I play the game of patience...
Actors in the FleshActors in the Flesh in Free Verse More Like This
I'm rather good at playing the role of a man in pain. God gave me some noticeable baggage beneath my eyes, and bleak look that would have had victims of some great disaster asking me of the burdens on my shoulders. Funny thing was, that I had always been a little angry about that...never really got me anywhere but in a world of unwanted pity.
"Time was a mean old bastard to this face," I thought, "or was it choice?"
It didn't matter so much half the time. A walking, talking corpse seems like a good line up for a good punchline to some twisted joke. And that's the thing, is it not? No one likes a frown in that world of pity, they just want smiles, even if only for themselves. If they're just shy of the right size or temperature of heart, they take a swing at that joke, just for kicks...even if those kicks were really sucker punches below the belt. Took me years to realize that it couldn't be helped, but when it came to me, it came. I don't really remember when or where, and I don't thin
I can see you, but you can't see me.I can see you, but you can't see me. in Free Verse More Like This
There from victory protrudes the fine line between
confidence and pride, illusions can grow from the
most subtle of seeds and be planted by the most
deceitful of Hells host, the Devil and all
the faithful kin of treachery.
They learned during their fall, the ugly truth
of free will, whose justice is blindfolded seeing
only faintly through the fabric. Change can be
so sweet a part of choice, in the right light,
though monstrous in the dark.
Mocked would be the philosopher that only means well,
and seeks only to push others into the light,
piercing the veils of war and times that test
those with open eyes, and stitch
the eyes that are still closed.
Do they know of their stitches? Or are they
too busy mocking the speaker with good intent,
who sees the stitches being sewn with barbed
threads into secretly weeping eyes as
the darkness only hides image?
To those whom bask in pride, you only season yourself
with the life blood of your very soul while unseen fires
prepare you for a feast foret
'Till Death'Till Death in Free Verse More Like This
If my time comes then may it come.
I would only delay it to tell you once more of my love.
I would ask for just a few moments more to
pour out my dying heart in the midst of its fading pulse...
I have but a list of thanks and apologies to make...
to many, but most to you...I am mourning not my death,
but that my time was cut off before I could die with you,
before I meet my God.
Here in the garden which that
we had once dreamt of, I'll wait.
Watching you through the transparency of the pond
we would've sat by...filling it further,
with the tears that fall back to you.
It is not Heaven without you...it is only Limbo as Governed by God...
yet alas is there no such place as paradise
without you to hold, kiss and love. Patience and faith
would be my only allies against time.
And should I die right now, or at any given time...
I would want you to know that I never stopped loving you.
That the pain you brought me,
only delivered me back into the passion that we fought for...
My sins lie with
With not but a SwordWith not but a Sword in Free Verse More Like This
I inquire as to the feelings of demons, who know I hold no fear of them. On the day within the hours that I face them, I will stare them down from beneath their colossal shadows, and accuse them of their illusions and my words will be salt upon the lands they tread. Stained will I be, with the fluids of warfare, while those shades make haste to drown me in darkness beneath black wings, which seek to rob me further of the light beyond each and all of them. My smiles will dishearten them, showing them that which they see as evil, as stand sword in hand sporting worn, rusted armor. I bear no empathy for the flesh in which I bury that blade, for it is the dermis of demons.
I will be crippled in those days from the longest days before that beat me for purpose, and hence will my smiles be a tad crooked...all the better for instilling the fear I once felt when I had no sword or armor, deeply past the flesh in where my blade will be buried. For though this soul is worn like its armor by the ac
313313 in Free Verse More Like This
My eyes have found the bottle,
Half full with a proclaimed solution. Consumption is my body's only need...withdrawal, it's demons kept at bay only by repetitive submission...
The bottle stares back with lifeless, nonexistent eyes...a thousand yard stare only to find me in my own mind, staring at a broken mirror at choices of mere potential...a clap of thunder snaps me from hypnosis.
A sweat grows from the soil of my pours, as my ears pick up the screaming demons drawing closer by the second...insanity is the flare that they so love to follow to my place of solitary self torture.
Closing my eyes only grants those demons the images they were made into, and sleep merely makes them physical unto my subconscious realities...where anything is possible....
Bewitched, all that breathe, breathe to hunt me...paranoia sets in before my vigilance can tell me...I lose track of my location, and the time becomes irrelevant to my struggle and war.
Perhaps blending would serve me? Like a slave for hire
The Devil on Your ShoulderThe Devil on Your Shoulder in Free Verse More Like This
Wrapped like a gift in sheets, playing the role
of cold turkey while sweat shakes down the flesh.
Frozen in time, forced to see life flash before
the gaping eyes as though a Pale Horse had
come alone in jest and spite.
The rapid blinks that pan the camera angles for
unsettling cinematography make for a trip to an
avant-garde Hades for the audience of one.
Those damned subliminal messages hidden
in merciless metaphors.
Demons behind the curtains, sending in paper
airplanes with scribbled teasing and temptation,
awaiting their gift to open itself and become
a savory meal that would only blend with
the memories of what once was.
A husk once called man will sit, quivering alone
in the room of his own induced Hell, while those
demons cackle and drool from every angle as the
hallucinatory short films escalate into
the award-winning nightmares.
They call for him to come out and play,
with voices like friends and tones like killers.
Strength wraps the blanket tighter, absorbing
the sweat of th
Fallen From On HighFallen From On High in Free Verse More Like This
Embrace sweet calamity,
The darkness which engulfs you now.
Apollyon, of that intrepid verse,
Now awaits, drooling with a gaping mouth.
Of temptation, the liars tongue,
Striking up the deals that bring you only to ruin
Just below, Tartarus waits for you...
And the patient welcoming shall be of no surprise.
Embrace now, bitter calamity...
The retribution that has longed for thy touch.
The clustered storm, prolonged, procrastinated,
hovers over to knock you down.
The portal, that vortex, to plunge you down.
Have you to own, no peace...
only what is allowed to your filthy hands...
29 - In ConclusionKillian29 - In Conclusion in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hypocrites are around us all the time. They are our family, our friends, teachers, and even a stranger on the street. People say one thing and do then go and do what they said shouldn't be done. Maybe that's what makes the world go round and all that jazz. Maybe without hypocrisy, there would be no need to worry about betrayal.
I was sleeping soundly in my bed when I heard something beside my ear. I tried to ignore it but it just didn't stop. At first I thought it was the alarm clock and went to smack it but was met with cold flesh instead. I jumped awake, startled by the feel to see glowing aquamarine eyes glaring at me through the night.
"Holy shit!" I yell-whispered, the unknown presence registering. "Ember, what are you doing? Trying to give me a heart attack?"
"Attacking your heart is not my priority at this moment." She said, her weird eyes still glaring.
"W-what do you want then?" I asked.
She was sleeping over with Kathlee and her being in my room was very
Birth: 1 - UnuMy name is Ramey Fountain but most people just call me R. My parents are married but my siblings are from either or of them except for two of them, twins. I live in a world where radiation caused regular humans to have their insides changed and be able to produce their own children, men and women alike. The change came with the next generation but there were ways that two people who were in love could make it where they could enjoy the action of actually making the children instead of just waiting every two-five years for your body to grow, depending on who you were. There were pills that people could get from their doctors that only caused one parent to get pregnant instead of both if you wanted to do things that way. If a woman or man got pregnant out from their normal time, they would skip another five years until the next swell.Birth: 1 - Unu in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
But that’s only if a person chooses to have a baby like that by choice. Those people are called Traditionalists because they use the old school metho
A Wonderful Error: 1Keela looked at the huge mansion in front of her and made a face. When she saw the ad in the paper for a lab assistant, she didn’t think it would be at a place that looked like the one she was staring at now. In fact, it was the last thing on her mind to even look for a job… but she had just pretty much inherited a brood of children and she needed a place to go. With the house as big as it was, she may even ask if she could just live at the other end with her children…A Wonderful Error: 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Keela knocked on the door and waited for it to open. It opened and a single butler stuck his head out.
“Can I help you?”
“Um, yes, I was answering the ad in the paper? For a lab assistant.”
The butler looked at me and seemed to size me up. I wasn’t very rich and I wasn’t that nice to look at but I was a hard worker when the job called for it.
“I suspect you’ve never met Doctor Kechiker, have you?”
“No… I don’t think I have.”
1 - An Unexpected TurnoverKathlee1 - An Unexpected Turnover in Science Fiction More Like This
Being homeless isnt that bad, really. You know, living on the street, scrounging for food and hunting for warmth. It really isnt all that bad. Sure, its a pain to do but its not something that I wouldnt do again.
If it wasnt for the fact that I was harboring another life inside of me.
Thats right, Diary, Im the Big P: pregnant.
Not my fault, I might add, but yep, Im preggers.
Whats worse is that Im homeless and preggers. Like anything can get worse.
I wish something better would happen to me
For the third time this week, someone asked me if they could help me and I said sure. I stood up all awkward like and they saw my stomach bulged in that familiar way and then they said that they had to get something and theyd be right back. After they peeled off, I sat back down in my usual spot and waited for the next contestant.
So, for anyone keeping tabs, Im three and a half months p
2 - SurpriseVoice2 - Surprise in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
People say that surprises come in small packages. Well, they were lying through their teeth big time. Not all surprises are fun and not all of them come in small packages. Sometimes they come in big, complicated, unexplained packages that make you want to hurl
I opened my eyes and looked around at where I was. This definitely wasn't my house, nor the club, nor the bed, or anything familiar for that matter. I sat up and looked around and realized that I was in some shabby hotel room Well, it wasn't that bad but it wasn't that great of a room to be in.
I stood up and put my hand to my head, feeling dizzy, and stood up to go to the bathroom. I took a pee and washed my face, looking into the mirror as the water dripped down my face. My eyes were red and I looked like I got knocked around a couple of times; I guess I got drunk last night. How princely of me I thought to myself as I walked out of the bathroom and looked around for the rest of my clothes
4 - Curiouser and CuriouserKathlee4 - Curiouser and Curiouser in Science Fiction More Like This
After being in the Angler household for a week, I decided that the middle triplet -the very tall and kind of out of place, Christopher- was the sweetest of all three. Even though he seemed a bit childish, he was always considerate and kind to me and liked to touch my belly. Killian -the supposed oldest of the triplets- seemed to be different than the way he had been when I was with him. Here at home, he was more serious and kind of acted like he had a superiority complex (maybe it was because he was so short?). The youngest of the triplets, Joseph, acted like a fairy and I wasn't quite sure what his sexuality was. He was goofy and childish though and I think he had Peter Pan syndrome He was also the only one I could tell out of the rest because he wore glasses.
I could have left the atmosphere like that but there was something coldly stoic about Killian and abnormally jolly about Joe. They usually kept more to themselves or were together, acting more like close
7 - Meeting The MissesHatte7 - Meeting The Misses in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There's something fishy going on with Voice at late. He's been acting really weird or, well, weirder than usual. I'm trying to respect Voice and let him tell me what could be happening when he's ready but I'm really worried about him. He says he's fine but I know he's not I hope nothing bad is happening.
Keeping silent when you know something just isn't right is so hard to do. Yesterday I accidentally bumped into Voice and he lashed out at me, calling me a heinous bitch and how dare I hit him in the stomach. When I gave him a surprised look he suddenly broke down and started bawling on me, asking me to forgive him for calling me something like that. It was the first time I had to actually tell him that everything was going to be alright and to not panic over something so trivial, even though it did hurt to be called a heinous bitch for no particular reason.
The day that school started, we were running late because Voice was having a vomiting episo
1 - Because I Am The PrinceVoice1 - Because I Am The Prince in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Being the prince of a planet has its advantages. You go and see a bunch of cool people, see aliens you never would have though existed otherwise and all sorts of things like that. The one thing that is a problem though is that since you're the next ruler of the country, there is a never ending fog of threats and assassination attempts. Not that the thrill isn't great but you never know what you're going to get when it comes to being attacked Believe me, it comes in many, MANY more ways than one.
I am the prince of a race of aliens called the Sokanaru. We're actually a parasitic race that takes hosts to survive. I mean, we don't have to have a host body but most of the Sokanaru prefer it because it's better protection. Our normal forms are that of slugs that enter into a host and we take over the body, technically becoming that person. We change the insides of them to accommodate to our needs and then live out our lives in that body as long as pos
18 - Know That When You LeaveKathlee18 - Know That When You Leave in Science Fiction More Like This
I've seen many transformations on TV and in movies of people turning into some fantastical creature. I've always thought the transformation process was amazing and how the CGI just made it look so realistic when it wasn't. Some people changed slowly so that you could see the different parts of them change from human to whatever animal; some were so fast they exploded and it only a blur before the new animal came out.
But reality and fantasy are something totally different when you're looking at the one you care for going through it and wondering how they can stand the sounds that their bones make when their body is fighting to change into something they are not
Toph let out this keening yell and arched his back to deafen the pain. But it wasn't enough. There were bone cracking noises again as ridges appeared all up and down Toph's back and a string of small interlocked ones shot out from right under his spine, like the tail.
He was on his hands and knees but
8 - 1, 2, 3, FloorVoice8 - 1, 2, 3, Floor in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The symptoms that I am experiencing are becoming almost unbearable. I just want to get this weird checkup done and over with so I can go on about my life in a semi-normal fashion, at least until month three. By month three there's going to have to be an explanation for my paunch growing larger. I mean, I can't hide this forever Not after this checkup
I'm in my second month now and this thing they call palmar erythema is getting on my nerves. It's where your palms and the bottom of her feet get really itchy. You don't know how hard it is to walk down the hallway and the bottom of your feet itch like crazy. I want to hurry up and get checked up so I can figure out how long I have to get some clothes to fit me. My pants already feel really snug on me and I have to leave them unbuttoned now.
The checkup is supposed to be this week and I'm supposed to be skipping out of class to do this so I don't have to rouse any suspicion on the Angler house. Getting out o
Thalia's Tale - Ch. 8 - The Commander's Apprentice Sky beamed, his sword at rest in his hand, at Thalia as she entered the training hall groggily. The place was deserted; no one in their right mind would train at six in the morning. But then again, Thalia had often wondered if Sky truly were in his right mind.Thalia's Tale - Ch. 8 - The Commander's Apprentice in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She walked up to the ring of one of the eight by seven foot swords practice rings, often called Sarenas by the Sky Army recruits for whatever reason.
“Morning!” He greeted. Thalia just yawned and waved tiredly.
He smiled knowingly and moved on. “Alright, so, I just want to warn you before you start; once you do this, there is no backing down. You go all the way or not at all. You do exactly what I tell you, when I tell you to do it unless I tell you different. Got it?”
Archive - Ch. 1 - The Sky Army In the year 1717, the Overland was far from at peace. There was a great battle fought between land and sea, fighting for the earth. War broke out all over the world, the squids taking control of the skies. Hundreds of humans and squids alike were dying every day. The war had been going on for four long years; but one day a man stood up and said, "Not one day longer."Archive - Ch. 1 - The Sky Army in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
That man raised up an army, and named it for the thing they collectively wanted the most. He called it the Sky Army. His name was James Farpoint. Born and raised on a farm in England, he had grown up with a rebellious personality. He led his small army, contrived of hardly more than two dozen people, into towns and villages, scaring off little legions of squids and saving the world one city at a time. As they travelled, the army grew as they picked up young men from each town, as no women were allowed in the army, until he had a force of two hundred to lead against the squids.
Archive - PROLOGUE "MAAAAIIL CAAAAALL!" The recruits of the Sky Army looked up as their Commander hopped up onto the stage on the left side of the mess hall, it's curtain closed behind him, and started to read off names. "We got Lorenz, Therbs, Definy, Dreds, Void..." He tossed each letter he found onto the floor in front of him as he read the recipient. "Yuri, Westley, Sothern, Adamson (nice name), Eberhart, Kauza, Murphy, Jackson, and a hell of a lot more so have fun." He tossed the rest of the letters casually onto the floor and hopped down to meet Ty and Jason by their usual table.Archive - PROLOGUE in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
But before he could make it there, he was stopped.
"Um... Commander?" He stopped and raised an eyebrow over his sunglasses, a small smirk on his lips.
Thalia looked up at him from where she was crouched on the ground near a bunch of other recruits looking to see if they got a letter. "There's one for you here."
Sky stopped, his smil
Lucifer's Academy of the Damned - PrologueThe headmistress of Lucifer's Academy of the Damned was an old woman. Her eyes shone bright blue, so bright many mistook her for blind. Her hair was strawberry-blonde, flecked with streaks of grey, put up in a tight bun. Her room was very well organized. Her books were neatly in alphabetical order on her shelf. Some of the titles included, "Theodore Azrea's Guide to the Undead", and "The ABCs of Hell". Atop her bookshelf was a little red globe, seeming to spin itself.Lucifer's Academy of the Damned - Prologue in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She sat at her desk, looking through papers of student files. With September fast approaching, school would be starting very soon. And with that, she had to look for Freshman candidates.
"Hm... Oh, put this is here? I distinctly remember telling Mister Roscoe I don't want any genetic defects..." Headmistress Meredith Blair spoke with a Scottish accent, as she had been raised in the rolling green moors, and was an altogether elegant person. But there was another side of her, if there were ever a reason for he
Sky Army Creed - Chapter Three "So you're saying you get bad nightmares that appear to have come from someone else's mind?"Sky Army Creed - Chapter Three in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Sounds about right to me."
"And how long has this been going on, exactly?"
"As long as I can remember..."
The therapist, a clever-looking woman with pink and purple streaked hair, sighed and stood up. She looked like an average, everyday therapist, wearing a business suit top and skirt. But in reality, she was quite the opposite. "Adam I think you should come with me."
Adam stood up. "What about Ty?" The woman stared at Ty for a moment, considering whether or not to allow him to come. Ty stared patiently back at her.
The woman sighed again. "Come on." She said. She headed through a door near the back of the room that had a sign on it. Adam quickly read it as he passed it. 'Authorized personnel only'. Ty and Adam exchanged nervous glances as they followed the therapist into a dark hall.
Heroes Aren't Born - Prologue “Time… The sands of time are wearing thin. I need more time… But how? I haven’t any more. I need more time! But I haven’t got any. What do I do? What can I do? I don’t have any alternatives; no more escape routes. My friends are gone. I’m all alone. So what do I do? Nothing…” Simon looked up. He sat back on his heels. “I’m finished. I’m done. I give up.” He tossed his screwdriver across the room and looked up around the dark room. “You hear me?” He called. “I give up!” Simon lowered his head. “I give up…” He whispered.Heroes Aren't Born - Prologue in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Oh, that’s not the dwarf I know.” A voice called from out of sight. Simon’s eyes flew open. There was a short pause bef
Lucifer's Academy - Ch. 1 - Incoming FreshmenRaise a little hell, raise a little hell, raise a little hellLucifer's Academy - Ch. 1 - Incoming Freshmen in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I snorted and raised my head as I heard my alarm go off. Looking at my clock with eyes squinted in the light of dawn leaking through my bedroom window, I saw that the time was six o'clock in the morning. I groaned slightly and let my head fall against my pillow.
The door, cracked open as I always left it at night, was pushed open and my dog trotted in. We weren't sure exactly what breed Rascal was, but he definitely had some bull in him. He was tall and grey and extremely lovable. Rascal hopped up on my bed, licking my face, making sure I wouldn't go back to sleep.
"Gah - damn it Rascal - I'm up, I'm up!" I sat up, scrubbing the slimy dog slobber off my face with my sleeve.
Rascal barked for good measure, wagging his tail before he hopped back off the bed and trotted back through my ajar bedroom door.
Raise a little hell, raise a little hell
Heroes Aren't Born - Ch. 4 - The Watchdog Lewis had been walking along for several hours, and still no sign of civilization. He noticed by the few leaves on the trees and the temperature that it had to be around early-mid spring on this planet.Heroes Aren't Born - Ch. 4 - The Watchdog in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He had been walking for what seemed like an eternity when it started to rain. For the first few moment, it was only a drizzle, so Lewis paid no mind to it. But the drizzle quickly turned into a rain, and the rain into a downpour. Lightning began to lash across the sky and Lewis knew he had to take shelter.
He looked around, squinting through the heavy rain, and his eyes locked on a large cave, much bigger than Honeydew's had been. He sighed and ran towards it, thinking, 'Wonder if I'll find another dwarf...'
He took a deep breath as he jogged to a halt within the cave and ruffled his soaked black hair. He turned and glanced out at the rain. It was coming down hard and didn't show any signs of letting up anytime soon. Lewis sa
Lucifer's Academy of the Damned - TRAILER When he was a boy, Sky was always different. He was born with the gift of seeing the dead, or so he claimed. He was special, his parents said as they explained to the neighbors why he was screaming in the night. After drifting from school to school, therapist to therapist, it's finally time for eighth grade to end and no high schools are willing to accept Sky; none but one.Lucifer's Academy of the Damned - TRAILER in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Lucifer's Academy of the Damned.
Jimmy's in the back with a pocket of high
If you listen close
You can hear him cry
Sky groaned as his alarm clock went off, sitting up. He squinted at the early morning light flooding into his room from the window. He looked to the right of him, where his alarm clock sat on his bedside table. Seven o' clock.
Sky looked up again and took a deep breath. "New day, new school... What could possibly go wrong?" He said, before swinging out of bed.
Oh, Lord, heaven knows
We belong way down below
Heroes Aren't Born - Ch. 6 - Fair Gone Wrong There was always work to do. Always a little something more that could be done. He’d always had sleepless nights before, working hours that soon turned into days to which he would lose count. He’d work and work until he collapsed. It had never been a healthy routine but it worked for him. It kept his mind focused on something. When he wasn’t focused his mind wandered, fragmented and broken thoughts troubled him. Kept him from working, kept him from living some semblance of a normal life. Too many what ifs, too many hypotheticals that turned into more hypotheticals. That lead to frustration, anger, disappointment. Work was the only thing that kept his mind from spiraling down into those shattered thoughts.Heroes Aren't Born - Ch. 6 - Fair Gone Wrong in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It had taken him so long to get here; so many sleepless nights lead to this one moment where he could really accelerate in what he did best and be appreciated for it. His breath caught in his throat as the three judges walked up to his pre
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September 25, 2268
The view of the Orion homeworld from the large window in the captain’s office was a good one, and Captain Cera Rigel leaned against the wall as she took in the sight. This was her first time in the system and she was, to be perfectly honest, rather nervous.
The Orion Syndicate was a well-known galactic power with an infamous reputation. The Orions didn’t have the military might or vast territory that the United Federation of Planets or the Klingon Empire had, but the touch of their green fingers could be felt for hundreds of light-years. They were merchants and pirates, businessmen and slavers. They didn’t care how they made their profits so long as the profits kept coming in.
Unauthorised ships who came to Orion without legitimate business were seized and the crews put into the slave markets. They were notably suspicious of any vessels from the Federation and checked their credentials carefully. Cer
STC: My Big Fat Vulcan Wedding: PrologueSTC: My Big Fat Vulcan Wedding: Prologue in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In the universe, there are an infinite number of realities where people go about their lives, most utterly oblivious to the fact that such an infinite number of possibilities exist. For those who do know, this knowledge is more often than not considered to be too mind-bendingly overwhelming to think about, and they do their best to ignore it, usually over a hot cup of tea.
But this story is not about any such people.
The ones in this story are completely unaware that they have lived many different lives, being reborn again and again, destined to be the best of friends, bosom buddies, two peas in a pod… you get the idea. Their names are Cera and Garadun. These names were given to them when they first came into existence, and they’ve been stuck with them in one form or another through all their various lives. Let it not be said that Fate doesn’t have a sense of humour.
This is the story of Cera and Garadun
STC: Risan Holiday: Chapter 2STC: Risan Holiday: Chapter 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
September 25, 2268
The Cargo Exchange was the central processing centre for a great many of the merchants and traders who came to Orion on business. It was here that cargos were unloaded and then shipped on to their next destination, or were taken delivery of. Likewise, goods that were destined for offworld ports were loaded aboard freighters; or the arrangements for their loading were made. It was not where goods were bought and sold. Rather this was the hub for much of the interstellar shipping itself.
Although there were numerous large transport companies throughout inhabited space (many of which had offices on Orion) there were just as many, if not more, independent freighters and cargo ships plying the trade routes. They were popular among merchants because they generally had open schedules and could therefore handle emergency jobs and all the other last minute problems that routinely came up with import-export.
One such merchant was Kora
STC: Risan Holiday: Chapter 1STC: Risan Holiday: Chapter 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
September 25, 2268
Once the transport sequence was complete, Cera found herself in a vast open plaza with Jan and Nessa on either side of her. Enclosing the plaza, which was paved with large, irregularly-shaped flagstones, were buildings of a highly decorative style with none more than five storeys in height. The plaza was filled with hundreds of people. The majority were native Orions of course, but there were other alien species present: Lorillians, Rigelians, Andorians, Tellarites, Bolians and Nuvians, just to name a few. She even saw a few Humans in the mix.
“Welcome to Orion, Captain,” said Jan Koor, glancing around the plaza. Nessa took a step closer to Cera, her eyes on the hunt for potential threats.
“Thank you. So where are we?”
“Shalsazan Square.” He pointed to the north. “Over there is the building we seek. I’ve already arranged the meeting.”
STC: Risan Holiday: Chapter 6STC: Risan Holiday: Chapter 6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
November 15, 2268
When Garadun opened the door to his hotel room, Cera wasn’t surprised to see that he had Magik cradled in his right arm. The kitten looked very sleepy. He didn’t say a word and stepped aside in invitation. As he closed the door behind her, she examined his room. His holiday quarters consisted of a single chamber that was living room in one half and bedroom in the other; the latter led to the small balcony. There was a door leading to a small bathroom and that was it.
Cera frowned at him. “What happened to your suite?”
“I swapped it for this,” he replied and set Magik on the bed. She yawned, stretched, rolled onto her back and resumed snoozing. She was utterly adorable.
“Yes, I just found out,” said Cera. “Why?”
“I didn’t need the suite.” He walked out onto the small balcony. Cera followed. “It was too big and too exp
STC: Risan Holiday: Chapter 5STC: Risan Holiday: Chapter 5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
November 14, 2268
Since restarting his life among the stars, Garadun had discovered that the universe was an even weirder place than he’d imagined, and that was saying something. Ever since he was a boy he’d grown up on science fiction, so he had a vivid and open imagination. As far as he was concerned anything was possible. Anything.
But tonight the needle had definitely spiked on the weirdometer.
He was sitting in a theatre that was a mix of Risan and Human architectural styles on an alien planet almost ninety light-years from Earth and watching an Agatha Christie play that was over three hundred years old. The Mousetrap had had its debut in 1952 and became the longest-running play in all of Human history. By 2002 it had enjoyed its 50th anniversary and kept right on going.
Now in the mid twenty-third century the classic mystery play had been revived. The West End Players were an acting troupe from Lond
STC: Bangkok Down: PrologueSTC: Bangkok Down: Prologue in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
December 23, 2268
From chaos into order was how Lieutenant Persis, the U.S.S. Bangkok’s science officer, had described the protosystem’s swirling disc of dust, gas, rock and newly-forming planets; and Captain Marcus Howard thought the lovely young Deltan had summed it up rather well. It was an awe-inspiring sight. Not to mention a dangerous one.
Tracking all the debris was a nigh-impossible task, and the Miranda class vessel was being continuously battered by chunks of rock that were bouncing off her shields. The helmsman was able to avoid the major bodies and dodge asteroids, but Captain Howard had Bangkok on yellow alert for a reason. While he could’ve kept his vessel completely out of harm’s way by staying at a safe distance, the ship was here to do an astronomical survey, and doing the job right sometimes means getting your hands dirty.
“Lieutenant Persis, how many p
STC: Risan Holiday: Chapter 4STC: Risan Holiday: Chapter 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
November 13, 2268
The beaches at Langaniti Point were vastly bigger than those of Suraya Bay. From the top edge to where the waves rolled in over the white sand it was at least two hundred meters; and the shoreline went on for something like fifty kilometres in either direction from the Langaniti Recreation Centre where tourists gathered.
Whereas Suraya Bay was peaceful, almost isolated, Langaniti Point was filled with activity. Thousands of people were scattered over its sands, Risans and visitors alike. Some of the beachgoers were sunbathers, some were swimming in the surf, and some were playing games. Under huge umbrellas people were enjoying picnics and there were even pavilion-style tents that allowed people to have sex in private. The smell of food and the sounds of music and joyful people filled the air.
Cera absolutely loved it. Langaniti Point reminded her of the huge, popular beaches of Earth. She and Nessa had learned about the place
STC: Risan Holiday: Chapter 3STC: Risan Holiday: Chapter 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
November 8, 2268
As the last sparkles of light vanished along with the final audible notes of the transporter beam, Garadun instinctively blew out a breath and patted his chest with both hands. He was alive and intact, but as usual he felt as if a few of his molecules had gone missing.
No matter what Jan said, he’d never trust them, not really.
After six long and rather uneventful weeks of travel at maxim warp they had at last reached their destination: Risa. The pleasure planet was famous across occupied space as the ultimate holiday resort. The world featured a tropical climate with stunning aqua-blue seas and pristine white beaches, and was home to a native humanoid species who were equally famous for being open and friendly, especially when it came to matters of romance. Or as Garadun bluntly put it: Risan girls are easy. His big Orion buddy had been talking about little else over the journey. Jan’s g
STC: My Big Fat Vulcan Wedding: Chapter 7STC: My Big Fat Vulcan Wedding: Chapter 7 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Open Space, S.S. Calypso
September 20, 2268
T’Prin looked around her new cabin with a sense of contentment. Technically, it was a bit smaller than the quarters she’d had aboard the Tar’Hana, the Vulcan Science Academy vessel where she’d been a junior communications officer. However, it exceeded those quarters when it came to quality and interior design. Spartan is the best word to use when describing Vulcan ships. And of course Cera was having none of that when she had Calypso restored and renovated. Her firm belief was that since crewmen have to spend a lot of their lives aboard ship, their quarters should be as comfortable as possible.
The floor in each cabin had been replaced with new deck plating and covered with durable carpeting that could be easily removed and put back if work on the floor was required. The old double bunks had been replaced with large singles. The beds were all identical, but in a clean, simple
Bound Destiny Ch. 4Bound Destiny Ch. 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Dellia hid her surprise masterfully, between the compliments from her father to the reveal of her betrothed, she stayed silent and stone-faced. Inside though, she was trembling in fear. "Dellia," Caetan spoke, "I already ordered the servants to begin packing your things, perhaps you should prepare yourself as well."
"Yes, I shall." She bowed lightly.
"I will accompany her." Benysu nodded and started to follow.
"May I go as well?" Aerayo stood up and Caetan gave him a confused glance. "She is my sister, and I wish to say my farewells. Please yo-" An angry glare shot from Caetan, "-Father."
Caetan relaxed a bit, "Go on then. Don't take long though. I don't wish to keep our guests waiting."
The three of them nodded again and then left the room. All of the panic within Dellia rushed to her at once and she was barely able to keep her voice steady. "Benysu, was
Bound Destiny Ch. 3Bound Destiny Ch. 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"This is my castle." He smirked coyly, and obvious flirt directed towards the girl he was leading in. Swinging his arms wide, he spun in the entrance to the luxurious castle with its beautiful decorations. It was always awe inspiring, impressive to even the most spoiled girl he would bring in, every single one of them would gasp and gap at their surroundings. She swooned slightly and he caught her. "Are you alright?" His blue eyes locked with hers.
"I'm quite alright. It's just so overwhelming." She smiled, "I never thought I would get to see the inside of the Roynal Castle."
"I hope it's beauty isn't too much for you." Another smirk crossed his face at the line he used too often.
"Not at all, Cormir." She ran a hand through his short blue hair, signaling what she was far more interested in than the tour of the castle.
"Your Highness." A voice called out, pulling Cor
Bound Destiny Ch. 5Bound Destiny Ch. 5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Dellia maintained her composure even when she was met with the onslaught of people who were at the space port they had landed at. She had heard Cormir complain about landing in the public space port, this must have been why he didn't like the idea. Cormir took her arm and politely led her to the castle. She was introduced to the servants held within the walls and was then shown to her room, her luggage already delivered there. It was only then that Cormir spoke directly to her again. "I am sure you brought along lots of dresses, but please help yourself to the dresses in this closet as well." He motioned to a door. "They are very lovely, and once our tailors get your exact measurements they can be fitted to you." He opened the door and she gave a light gasp at the beauty of the dresses that were revealed.
"They are lovely." She couldn't help but reach out and touch one of the gorgeous dre
Unplanned Devotion Ch. 1Unplanned Devotion Ch. 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1: Perfect Future
The world was handed to her on a silver platter. She was at the height of perfection, right where everyone wanted to be. She was Alluria Lienra, wizard prodigy of her family, a gorgeous woman to behold, and betrothed to Janui Cellius, the head of the Cellius family, the Fire Nobles. She couldn't be in a better situation, wouldn't even wish for something better.".
"Alluria?" Her mother's voice called through the door. "Are you decent?"
"Yes mother." Alluria called back and Eorri walked into the room.
"Janui will be arriving soon, are you excited?"
"Very much so." She smiled, in truth she was incredibly nervous. This would be the first time she saw Janui, as well as the first time he saw her. It was an arranged marriage, mostly due to her exceptional magical abilities. She was chosen to bond with an heir to an elemental fami
Unplanned Devotion Ch. 2Unplanned Devotion Ch. 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 2: Sudden Obsession
As Sonrier entered the living room he nodded towards a bowing man, probably the woman wizard's husband. He was then dumbstruck as he laid eyes on the second bowing person.
Her hair was the most brilliantly perfect gold color, as though it was woven from strands of the precious metal, it was pulled up, but the waves cascaded down her back in the tantalizing of ways, making him desperately want to reach out and touch to silky smooth substance. She straightened up and he was suddenly breathless at her beauty. Her eyes matched her hair perfectly, even containing small flecks of metallic sparkles within them. She was perfect, thin yet muscled, her skin was flawless in complexion. Even her manners were wonderful, as she desperately tried to keep from meeting his eyes while he inwardly begged for her to look at him. He couldn't help but picture her standing next to him, his queen,
Unplanned Devotion Ch. 7Unplanned Devotion Ch. 7 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 7: Developing More
Sonrier had been gone for four days, but to Alluria it was an eternity. She sighed as she put her book down, her thoughts straying back to this common subject, she missed him, dearly. She had done her best to try and distract herself from it, but now she was forced to stay inside, Nikola didn't want a repeat of her last adventure and Jason wanted to prevent more heart attacks on his part.
Jason snuck into the room, undetected by the now daydreaming Alluria. He sat down quietly in the chair across from hers. He couldn't help but be entranced by her, she really was quite lovely. Shaking himself from his thoughts he cleared his throat, "Are you alright Alluria?"
She came back to the room, returning from her thoughts as she turned to face him, gorgeous golden eyes locking with his own. "I am trying to not miss him really."
Jason turned his head to look at the book she was re
Bound Destiny Ch. 12Bound Destiny Ch. 12 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was another five days before Dellia felt well enough to get out of the comfort of her bed. If it hadn't been for the IV, she probably wouldn't be so well. She had refused to eat most of her meals, even when Cormir pleaded with her. The IV was her only source of nutrients at the moment. She would rip it out if it weren't for Cormir placing a special bandage on it. She eyed the bandage, it's blue hue the only hint to the spell placed upon it. As expected, Cormir couldn't be with her through this depression. He did his best to attend to her, but he could only ignore his duties for so long. She was even more ashamed that she had become such a burden for him, and it was the shame that coaxed her out of bed this day. She didn't wish to cause her husband anymore trouble. She even managed to nibble on some of the fruit that was set out for her. Once finished with what lit
Bound Destiny Ch. 11Bound Destiny Ch. 11 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Cormir had felt restless for nearly an hour before his ship entered Runnicai's atmosphere. His spirit was unsettled, troubled, and he knew it had to be because of Dellia. Once he landed his fear was confirmed when Rubi informed him that Dellia was in a medical room. He rushed to her side as quickly as his legs would take him. As soon as he burst through the door he knew what had happened. LeSean and the doctor's sympathetic looks, Dellia's look of sorrow, and the lack of magical presence within her, the situation didn't have to be explained. No words were spoken as he crossed the room to wrap her in his arms, a simple grief-stricken sigh escaped her lips when he held her to him. He held her there as he steadied himself. He wanted to weep for her, yet she wasn't crying, and her face held no sign of previous tears. It took a few deep breaths for him to calm down. By that time, Le
Bound Destiny Ch. 9Bound Destiny Ch. 9 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Cormir couldn't help but smile at how overjoyed Dellia was. She was happily doting on her two twin nieces, chatting with her sister-in-law. "She certainly seems happy here, Your Majesty." Aerayo sighed out contently to him.
"This is her home now. It takes a lot of work to make her unhappy here now." He laughed.
"So soon I will be your brother-in-law, your Majesty."
"Which means you should drop all that formality when you talk to me, brother. Quite a position you will be in if you think about it. Not only a king, but brother to the Roynal family."
"I don't worry about that, as long as Dellia is happy I don't care what comes with it. I need to thank you, personally."
"For saving her from Caetan when I never could. I always managed to stop him from harming her more, but you managed to stop it completely. And not only that, but you've lessened the trauma
Split Lives Ch. 15Chapter 15: EpilogueSplit Lives Ch. 15 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Aldavyn paced unhappily outside the door, beside himself with irritation and shame.
“It’s not your fault…” Avynn tried to comfort him, but failed.
“Aldavyn!” Celesta called as she raced up to him. “I’m so sorry I’m late…Katra’s on his way, and I called Vivi, Daerin will be here shortly too. What are you doing out here?”
“Is he bringing Mythri?” Aldavyn didn’t specify which ‘he’ of the list he was referring to, but Celesta seemed to know.
“Yes, Katra’s bringing Mythri. But what about you?” She laid a hand on his shoulder. Aldavyn sighed loudly, looking back at the door with melancholy carved into his face. “Ah…so I wasn’t the only one who was late…”
“I was in the middle of a meeting! A very important one…and it’s too
Who is the Beast: Prolouge"When the leaders of our great nation started colonizing this land, they were faced with great difficulties. The snow season was just starting, and all ready so many were lost. Those with dark skin, dark hair, and dark eyes, had a hard time blending into their environment and were easily taken by predators. The fair skinned, blue eyed blonde people of our colony were able to hide in their surroundings and collect food for their environment. Because of this, the fair skinned people did most of the hunting and dangerous work.Who is the Beast: Prolouge in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Spring finally came, and the fair skinned people requested the dark skinned people to start hunting, since they kept them alive during the winter. The dark skinned people, with less than five families, found it difficult to feed the many families in the town. The fair skinned families demanded they help or leave the colony, when the leader of our land stepped in the middle.
Nine - Chapter 1"Some things are better left alone. Human DNA is one of those things. Sure, science makes it sound all fun to mess with people’s genetic codes. We could make humans perfect, advanced, and deadly. It’s the perfect defense against a world of impurities. However, the world has a habit of throwing curve balls, and that’s one thing we, the nine weapons of the human world, cannot escape." ~ TwoNine - Chapter 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Did you see him move?”
“Shh! I think he’s coming to.”
“Oh, it worked! Our last experiment.”
“Quiet, the lot of you. We don’t want him to die of a heart attack like the last one.”
He blinked once, twice, and tried to make sense of the swirling colors and shapes in front of his visio
WitB: Chapter 3Sam backed up, nearly dropping all the flowers. She kept one firmly in hand though.WitB: Chapter 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Emmet reached in the door after her, panting, arm on leg, and the other supporting his weight on the doorway.
“Bringing home strays, are we Emmet?” A man with black hair said. She stared at him. His hair…it was dark, but his eyes near pierced her soul with there ice blue. When their eyes met, he softened, seeing how perfectly terrified she was. “Hey, its okay-“
The young woman gave a little shirk and shrouded into the corner, still clutching the tiny plant tight. Her eyes were squeezed shut.
“Look what you’ve done Ryan, you’ve gone and scared her.” A new voice came. She felt the floor boards creak as someone approached her, but she couldn’t bring herself to move.
An ice cold hand touched her shoulder, and she looked up into yet another pair of blue eyes. These were soft through. The man had a pink nose, as if h
WitB: Chapter 1“’When the leaders of our great nation started colonizing this land, they were faced with great difficulties.’” Sam began to recite the story they all knew so well, and Janelle smiled happily up at her as the story continued. Her eyes were weary with circles forming under them. Even in the ill-lit room, they could tell they were dark and purple.WitB: Chapter 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Even Kris joined in the fairy story. “’ They named this great flower, the Everlife, since it reminded them of the beautiful things in their lives.’”
“I wish I could see the Everlife,” Janelle whispered as she turned onto her side and fell into a faint sleep.
“Janelle? Sweetie,” Kris went to touch her shoulder. “That story’s not over yet.” Her sister did not stir, but buried her head deeper into the pillow.
“She’s really sick…” Sam whispered, fear in her eyes. “I don
Nine - Chapter 2“Every man I meet wants to protect me. I can't figure out what from.” ~ Mae WestNine - Chapter 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
~~Nine encounters Six~~
Nine brought his feet up to his chest as the blankets covering him were ripped away.
“Rise and shine! It’s time to begin your training,” a chipper voice echoed in his head.
He cracked an eye open and closed it again as sunlight ate away at his sleep. The lad tossed onto his other side, hiding from the bitter lights and resumed his comfortable slumber.
An air horn went off in front of him. Nine yelled and jumped backward, falling head first onto the cold tile. He groaned and swung the rest of his body off of the bed; it landed on the tile with a firm slap.
“I didn’t order a wakeup call,” he grumbled.
“Sorry, boss’s orders,” the woman replie
WitB: Chapter 19"It was too late," Damian whispered as Ryan still sat there, fists full of soft mud. "It...It took her. She's was already gone."WitB: Chapter 19 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
George put a hand on his shoulder. "Come inside."
Ryan started thrashing, beating the ground with his fists. Just not the fresh patch. He went for the flowers, ripping dozens up by the root. You could almost hear their silent screams. "How could you? How could you do this to me?!"
"NO! Beast, she could be. Dead. I could live with it. But DIRT? DIRT!? They took her from me."
"Ryan, think of it like they're....saving her. She was dead, Ryan. Now she's preserved."
"I could have buried her myself,"
"You chose to take the risk, Ryan," George said. "The flowers have a mind of their own."
"But...she doesn't even have a heartbeat now..."
"She had no heartbeat. Earth has no heartbeat. It chose what was best for her."
Ryan stayed there, still pawing at the ground, a dead, hollow look on his face.
"Inside," George told him again, helping him up
WitB - Chapter 10The stranger extended a bony hand out for Kris to take. She eyed him up, wondering if he was really trustworthy or not. His eyes were blue like the others but were an intense color, almost borderline blue-gray. His face was sunk in, and he looked to be about fifty or so years old. His thin white hair, which was obviously blonde before aging, hung in a limp pony tail.WitB - Chapter 10 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Kris didn't flinch. After the display of "love" she had just seen in the doctor’s office, she decided to remain on the ground.
“I understand,” the man spoke, and retracted his hand. “We’re all against you, right?”
Kris remained silent and instead glared into his eyes. He sighed and started to scuffle away. “It’s a shame about your sister. I could’ve helped, you know. Have a good day, miss.”
Kris mouthed muted words and cried out, “No, w-wait!”
The stranger stopped and t
WitB: Chapter 5Sam let out a shaky breath. “How old are you?”WitB: Chapter 5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Five, six hundred?” the boy said. He couldn’t be anymore than 13. He happily got up and started playing in the corner with his toys.
“Five…Five hundred…” Sam backed away.
“This is a long story,” Ryan said, standing as well, and making her jump three feet back. “Let me get you some tea-“
“I don’t want any tea. I want to go home!” she cried.
Ryan sighed. “Trust me.” He got a mug, filled it with water, put the tea leaves in and handed it to her.
“Taste,” he said.
“No,” she said bluntly. “You’re all mad; it’s poisoned!”
“It’s not poisoned.” He gently took her hand and let it brush the mug.
“It’s cold,” she observed, not taking her hand away from the comforting stranger, even though her b
WitB - Chapter 7Janelle kept coughing, and Kris could hear the hollow pound on her chest.WitB - Chapter 7 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Where…where is Sam?”
“Shh, shh, sweetie,” she said, tucking in her younger sister once more.
“I want to hear the story of the Everlife again,” she coughed so hard she sat up and went grasping for a tissue. Kris quickly took her hanky from her pocket and handed it over to her.
The girl wheezed into it a moment, then set it down a moment later to lay back down. Kris took it and bore a glance in the folds of the linen.
“Oh, Nelly,” she whispered as her sister drifted into a snooze again. “Sam!” she called, walking back into the main room. “Get up, lazy girl,” she half scolded, her voice weak. She walked back to her room and saw the covers weren’t turned down.
She walked to the back garden. Nothing. Sam would never go into town alone…she went b
WitB: Chapter 16“Okay, let me get this straight. This guy, held you captive, said you could leave, locked you up again, and then helped you escape. And you want him to come with us. Are you serious?” Kris questioned. She looked over Sam’s shoulder at Ryan, who pretended he wasn’t there to hear any of it.WitB: Chapter 16 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“I know, I know, but with that guy around, he’d make me feel a lot safer,” Sam replied. “He can help us.”
“Sure he can.” Kris rolled her eyes.
“But he can! He has a cure for Janelle.”
Kris eyed her over, looking for any call card. “You’re sure about this.”
“Positive.” The two endured a long staring contest.
“Fine, but if he tries anything-“
“He won’t.” Sam smiled and walked back to Ryan. Kris shook her head back and forth and started toward the woods.
“Come on. We don’t have all day. It’s a long walk, and I’d like t
5 Engel fuer den Schwur einer Nacht - INTROZufrieden kontrollierte der in einem dreckigen Mechaniker-Overall mit neuronalem Interface gekleidete Elf noch ein letztes Mal ein Datendisplay und bestätigte dann mit seinem Zeigefinger die Eingabe. Sobald die Papillarleiste erkannt worden war, fuhr sich das System komplett herunter und das wuchtige Motorengeräusch erstarb. Sorgfältig verriegelte nun der Mann das Verdeck über dem Display. Dann fuhr er zärtlich über die gepanzerte Außenhaut des Militärfahrzeuges, als er nach vorne ging.5 Engel fuer den Schwur einer Nacht - INTRO in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
„Findet sich an diesem Juwel von einem Motor noch irgendwo ein einziges Originalteil?“
Unter einem der hinteren Sicherheitsreifen eines gegenüberstehenden, zweiten Ferrari Appaloosa kam nun eine Frau in einem schrill bunt gespraytem, militärischen Kampfanzug hervor, die ihr langes, pflaumenblaues Haar klassisch zurückgebunden und hochgesteckt trug. „Check vollständig... der letzte ist jetzt auch sauber. Ich hatte dir doch was
5 Engel fuer den Schwur einer Nacht 0PROLOG5 Engel fuer den Schwur einer Nacht 0 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ein wenig übernächtigt schlenderte der gebürtige Spanier selbstvergessen durch den Seattle-Tacoma International Airport.
Irgendwie wirkte es im Moment, als perlten die herrschende Hektik und der allgegenwärtige Stress komplett an ihm ab. Mancher der vorbeieilenden Reisenden bedachte ihn wohl deswegen mit einem verächtlichen Blick oder drehte sich furchtsam zu ihm um. Doch allgemein war man zu sehr beschäftigt, um einer einzelnen Person weiter Beachtung zu schenken. Obwohl manche der weiblichen Passanten noch mehrmals zu dem charismatischen Latino zurückblickten, vielleicht in der Hoffnung ein Lächeln oder ein wenig Aufmerksamkeit von ihm zu erhaschen. Vereinzelte wandten sich schließlich enttäuscht wieder ihrem Partner zu.
Wie meistens, wenn er von der Alten Welt zurück war, hatte er auch dieses Mal kein Gepäck dabei. Was ihm sowohl von einigen Mitglieder einer Patrouille der Jaguar-Garde Aztechs wie auch einigen Roten Samurais neugierige Blicke eingebra
Der letzte Flug des GreifenINTRODer letzte Flug des Greifen in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
St. Moritz Dorf (AIZ/Schweiz) - 07:24 Uhr, 09. April 2069
Es war ein klägliches und herzzerreißendes Miauen das den Raum erfüllte und dann in statischem Rauschen unterging.
Miriam sah währenddessen eine Elfe fragend an, die in einem edel eingerichteten Hotelflur bis zu einer Büste Jeremias Gotthelfs zurückgewichen war und sich voller Entsetzen mit der Hand den Mund verdeckte. Ja, das ist sie! Das ist unverkennbar Parda!" Meinte diese schließlich und wirkte dabei blässer und kränklicher als jemals zuvor.
Ich dachte, sie hätte den Matrixcrash nicht überlebt."
Die Berghexe verstaute das daumengroße Abspielgerät in der Hemdtasche ihres Overalls, als sich die zierliche Elfe gefasster wieder zu Wort meldete. Nein. Sie lebte noch, als wir sie drei Tage später fanden, war aber in einem besorgniserregenden Wachkoma. Ich persönlich brachte sie im Sicherheitsdistrikt
Der letzte Flug des Greifen IIPROLOGDer letzte Flug des Greifen II in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Sion (SEg/Schweiz) - 23:17 Uhr, 09. April 2069
L'homme que vous cherchez, est là-bas!" Antwortete die spärlich bekleidete Serviererin, als sie zu einer Nische zeigte, in der jemand hinter einer Flasche Yamazaki Whisky hockte. Die Gestalt wirkte verwahrlost und verloren.
Miriam bedankte sich für die Auskunft bei der umwerfenden Nächtlichen, die ihr noch eine Kusshand nachschickte und warf dann einen unschlüssigen Blick Verena zu, die im Eingang des Nightclubs neben dem imposanten Holzschnitt einer Galeone stand.
Die Elfe nickte bestimmt.
Mit einem schweren Seufzer glättete sich die Berghexe ihren Aurora-Rheingold Blazer, kontrollierte noch den Stehkragen und machte sich schließlich auf den Weg in das Innere des Date Maru oder Le Galion, wie die Einheimischen das Lokal nannten.
Unzählige Blicke folgten ihr, wurden hinter vorgehaltener Hand Vermutungen und Zweideutigkeiten über s
Der Schwur VIIIWas ist Manolete?"Der Schwur VIII in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Der Südländer kam nachdenklich zwischen dem Orangenbaum-Hain einen Trampelpfad zu Ravencry hoch. Seltsam, ich hätte schwören können, dass er schon einmal dort war!"
Wer? ... Wo?"
Am Strand, dort wo wir ihre Spuren verloren haben. Ich glaubte Malakits Präsenz als Ursache der Turbulenzen ausgemacht zu haben. Aber diese Metaqueste hat mir nur gezeigt, dass er NIE dort gewesen ist..."
Junge, jetzt übertreibst Du es aber mit diesem Elf! O.K. ich gebe ja zu, dass er uns beeindruckt hat. Aber wir haben nun mal wirklich wichtigeres zu tun. Wie diesen Job zum Beispiel... Was ist mit den Mädchen? Irgendeine Spur von denen?"
Noch nicht. Schamanen haben die hässliche Angewohnheit, jederzeit einen Geist für die Tarnung beschwören zu können. Aber dieser Effekt am Strand... Das erinnert mich irgendwie an den astralen Zwischenfall in Sevilla. Und das war ein absoluter Alptraum... damit is
Der l. Flug des Greifen XIIIaBasel, Genom Arkologie, Frühling 2069Der l. Flug des Greifen XIIIa in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Eine unheimliche Ruhe lag über den Wartungskorridoren der Arche.
Gleichzeitig tauchte die momentane Notbeleuchtung alles in ein unwirkliches Olivgrün.
Kurz durchbrachen Schritte die Stille, waren vier Silhouetten sichtbar, die durch die Schatten huschten.
Dann war erneut jegliches Geräusch verstummt und die Gestalten verschwunden, wie wenn es sie nie gegeben hätte.
Als sie erneut sichtbar wurden, stolperte eine von ihnen und rammte schmerzhaft die Wand. Sie wäre fast hingefallen, hätte der Jüngling zu ihrer Linken sie nicht aufgefangen und gestützt.
Das war's; ende Geländer!
Ist kein Saft mehr da; schaff's echt nicht mehr. Ich kann keinen Spruch mehr aufrecht halten!"
Sie sprach die Worte keuchend, während ihr Begleiter ihr liebevoll die verschwitzen Haarsträhnen aus dem Gesicht wischte.
Kannst du noch Maxi?"
Ja Streetblade, aber mir geht's echt verschissen.
Der l. Flug des Greifen 2-XXIIIZürich, Escher-Bürkli Insel, Frühling 2069Der l. Flug des Greifen 2-XXIII in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
„So…“ meinte Karl Hartman sichtlich enttäuscht, “lasch mich das Mal au‘ wieder hänge…“
Obwohl seine Stimme traurig klang, schwang heute jedoch ein seltsamer Unterton mit, der den stattlichen Mann in der AR vor dem Siebzehnjährigen sichtlich aufhorchen ließ.
„Ist vielleicht etwas vorgefallen?“ fragte dieser irritiert. „Irgendwie wirkst du ein wenig verändert…“
Der Jüngling, der bloß mit einer Pumphose aus organischem Wollstoff bekleidet war, in der seidene Verzierungen eingearbeitet waren, blickte seinen Vater fragend an. „Inwiefern?“
„Zum Beispiel… deine AROs?”
Karl lachte auf, als er sich durch seine blonde Mähne fuhr. „Oh… das! Sorry, war gerade unter der Dusche und hatte nicht einmal Zeit, mich wirklich zu Recht zu machen.“ Er gab sich sichtlich Mühe, mit seinem V
Der l. Flug des Greifen XIbGryff lehnte sich im Bürostuhl lässig zurück und verschränkte mit einem Knirschen die Arme.Der l. Flug des Greifen XIb in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Und, alter Mann, was hältst du davon?"
Der angesprochene Südländer hielt mit dem Streicheln seiner Katze inne, worauf diese ihn mit ihren übergroßen Augen fragend ansah. Wenn ich nicht schon Bauchschmerzen hätte, würde ich sie jetzt bekommen. Dir ist es also absolut ernst; du willst das echt so durchziehen!"
Pius nickte, als er sich wieder zum imposanten Steintisch vorbeugte. GrüenChrieg sollte inzwischen die Daten erhalten haben. Bevor ich mich auf den Weg machte, habe ich in Genf persönlich dafür gesorgt, dass sie sich den Chip krallen konnten.
Es ist genug drauf, um ihnen den Mund wässrig zu machen und sie jegliche Vorsicht vergessen zu lassen. Ich glaube kaum, dass sie jemals eine bessere Chance gesehen hätten, Genom endlich an den Eiern packen zu können!"
Er grinste bösartig.
Der l. Flug des Greifen IXBasel (SEg/Schweiz), Genom Arkologie - 09:47 Uhr, 11. April 2069Der l. Flug des Greifen IX in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Seine Stimme klang euphorisch.
Mathis Armin Iselin, enddreissiger, blondhaariger Hüne und Präsident der GC-Arche, sowie Division Manager Genom Switzerland war in seinem Element.
Die AR-Konferenz hatte er so gut wie in der Tasche.
Physisch alleine in seinem weiträumigen Büro, unterhalb der Luftschiffanlegestelle der Arkologie, trat er entschlossen vor die imposante Glasfront, hinter der ihm Basel zu Füßen lag und hob theatralisch die Arme.
Und nun läuten wir das Highlight des Monats ein! Kommen wir zum diesjährigen Ostermontag-Sonderschlussverkauf 2069, dem Höhepunkt des extrem umsatzstarken Oster-Events in der 4M-Grotte. Auf sechs Stockwerken Kaufrausch pur!"
Verwirrt hielt der Präsident der Genom Arkologie inne und brauchte einen Moment, bis er das Geräusch identifiziert hatte.
Er wandte sich der Türe zu.
Obwohl diese n
Kai Yaarkan II ch 10 Kai Yaarkan IIKai Yaarkan II ch 10 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
DAY EIGHT- Hoshi's POV---
Hoshi watched the warp drop out from his cushion beside the command chair. The break back into hard space went smoothly. He expected they would be popping out into or very near a star system, as someone had mentioned that Myatuk station was in orbit around a particularly pretty planet, but it appeared that they had dropped into empty space some distance from the system.
Dell had Owwo listening very intently for transmissions of all kinds and Quig didn't take his flint-gray eyes off the scanners.
"I've got lots of the usual civvie traffic," the Plard said with his deeper sounding lower mouth. "Plenty of trans-space signals too, most encrypted, but on the usual frequencies. I think I can hear th
Kai Yaarkan I Ch 32 Kai Yaarkan IKai Yaarkan I Ch 32 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Pra'a-taroosh returned Hoshi to Earth. They were delighted to have rescued him, killed Captain Dellatran, and destroyed the Kai Yaarkan, even if it cost them two battle cruisers, a dozen jump-strikers, and hundreds of soldiers.
One look at Hoshi's slave collar and the magna-cuffs around his wrists convinced them that he was an innocent victim of the worst level of space scuts. Their medical exams only confirmed this, as they revealed what they said was evidence of severe sexual assault.
They ascribed his withdrawn and dazed demeanor to the psychological effects of having been so horrendously brutalized. It never occurred to them that Hoshi was in mourning after seeing his lover shot down and a ship full of people he
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The shrill general quarters signal startled Hoshi from sleep. He sat up and looked around, but Dellatran put a calming hand on his shoulder.
"Easy there, just bringing up the crew."
To the Japanese it felt like he was waking into a dream rather than from one. He gazed up at the pirate captain and tried to regain his anger and indignation at being enslaved, but found that it kept slipping away. There was nothing he could do to change his situation. Resisting had gotten him mauled and hung to a wall. Submitting had gotten him a protective embrace, gentle gestures, and small kindnesses.
He remembered what the Rauthuan had said,
-'Do yourself a favor; give in. He'll be good to you if you let him.'-
Would it be such an awful thing to give in when t
Kai Yaarkan I ch 24 Kai Yaarkan IKai Yaarkan I ch 24 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The door to the cabin was open, just as Dellatran had indicated and Hoshi went through it quickly. A few seconds later it closed. The young Japanese figured it was going to take Dell a good while to get the Harbormaster aboard so he prepared for a long wait by using the bathroom, getting a drink of water, and taking up Verne's novel before chaining himself to the support beam.
He tried to read, but the letdown after all the adrenaline had flushed through his system made him feel tired. Closing the book, he curled up on his side and fell asleep.
When the cabin door whooshed open two hours later, Hoshi sat up and rubbed his slanted eyes. Dellatran stepped in, followed by Freeglore
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DAY FORTY-ONE CONTINUED- Hoshi's POV---
Needing to expend his nervous energy, Hoshi paced back and forth in the small space of floor behind the Captain's desk. His agitated movements eventually made the big pirate stop looking at his star charts and turn around in his chair. The young man immediately ceased pacing and dropped to his knees. He expected his master to bark at him, but Dellatran's eyes were calm and not unkind.
"Prowling like a caged animal isn't going to relieve your tension. Why don't you try meditating?"
"You know, sitting, centering yourself, and letting your mind relax."
Hoshi gave him a pained look and the man tried another suggestion.
"What about Tai Chi?"
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DAY FORTY-FIVE- Kisho's POV---
Distantly, Kisho heard the Rauthuan doctor press the door buzzer. He knew it was the physician because he was the only one who came to his cabin since he'd sent the annoying food 'droid back wearing his meal.
The Japanese did not respond to the buzzer. He was too enrapt in the thousandth replaying of a mental fantasy he'd created. It involved him wrestling Dellatran's pulse pistol away from him and making the pirate free Hoshi at gun point. He and his son would then force the bastard into the shuttle and escape the battle cruiser.
He would triumphantly take Dellatran back to Earth in shackles and turn him over to the Pra'a-taroosh in exchange for
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DAY SEVENTEEN CONTINUED- Hoshi's POV---
Jahkhun'ta-gaer and Shiivar had not made use of either the seats or the dispenser in the lounge, nor were they watching the colorful holograms or flashing vids. Their eyes and attentions were on the door where Dellatran and his slave had gone. They were not happy to see Hoshi return through it alone and the expression on his face made them even edgier.
"Where is the Captain?" the Nirrexian asked.
"He's still speaking to Sussina," Hoshi managed to say through his shock-fogged brain.
="What has happened?"= the Rauthuan demanded.
="Your eyes say that is not true,"= he growled. ="What did she say to you?"=
Hoshi tried to tu
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DAY EIGHT CONTINUED- Hoshi's POV---
The space station was a hollow cylinder. It was well over fifteen kilometers long and a full klick across. Hoshi had thought that it looked quite impressive when viewed from the Kai Yaarkan, but when seen from the inside it was nothing short of overwhelming. Lights, sounds, smells, hustle and bustle flooded over the young Japanese's senses as Dell led him across the broad walkway to the railing overlooking the hollow center of the station.
Together they gazed into a round cavern of lights that descended at least nine thousand meters down to the visual vanishing point. Another thousand meters of cylinder towered over their heads. Winding around, like the threads on a massive nut, was a spiral concourse. It t
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DAYS TEN AND ELEVEN- Hoshi's POV---
Dell slept ten straight hours. He probably would have slept longer if one of his chronic nightmares hadn't woken him.
The man sat up with a cry, almost dumping Hoshi, who had been nestled halfway a top him, onto the floor.
"It's just a dream!" the youth hurriedly soothed. "Dell, you're just dreaming."
"Uhhh...Not anymore," the pirate grunted, taking a deep breath and swinging his legs off the bunk.
He muttered something else Hoshi couldn't understand, then put his breather on and used the intercom to call up to the bridge for a status report. Biloqu informed him that they were still at warp 6.0 and all systems were green. Dellatran logged off from the bridge and called the galley. Gag answered with his usual short-tempered, curse-
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DAY SEVENTEEN- Kisho's POV---
Kisho wasn't sure how many.
His door would rise up a couple of centimeters every so often and food would be slipped under. He tried talking to whomever or whatever was on the other side, but the metal plate would slam shut, leaving him in silence.
The only contact with anyone came when Emarg would arrive and order him to make more holo-recordings, forcing him to humiliatingly plead with his company to pay the ransom.
He had refused only once. The smirking Taroosh had then given him a demonstration of the effects of a Brosh pain-stik. For the first time in his life Kisho Yoshida had screamed in pain rather than rage. He had held out long enough for one of the attending Jix to be impressed with his stamina, but when he lost control of his bladder and piss
Presidential concernsPresidential concerns in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Hale!" Drake stated, rather than asked, using her first name just to intimidating her. "We have some questions. You either answer them now, or I'll bring Commander Joan Parker up here. The chief of our Secret Police. She has ways to make people talk, if I might express myself in a non-descriptive way." The threat was clear in his voice. Anxiously, Halie stared up at the black man towering over her, then pushed herself up from her floor sitting position, using the wall for support. Drake took a step back, wary. Finally free of her nightmare, Halie's back straightened and she raised her head, staring straight past Drake at the wall behind him.
"We know someone sent you, assassin," Jasper said curtly, ready to launch into a hissing rage. Only Drake, raising his hand, stopped him. It wasn't Jasper's place to tirade against the mutant woman. After all the Secret Service didn't know yet, if she actually had been sent out to kill the President. It was only an assumption made by those who had
The Mutant: PrologueThe Mutant: Prologue in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
*** Prologue ***
The vehicle was swerving from side to side down the dust road, black smoke bellowing out from its exhaust as it plowed ahead, going too fast. One of the guards by the gates raised his hand in the universal stop sign, but as there was no response from the vehicle, he then raised his gun. But he never got the chance to use it, because the driver seemed to lastly lose control over the car, and it drove off the row and down the small slope before impacting with a low side-wall in a crash of grinding metal and shattering glass, sending up debris and dust all over.
Then the world turned eerily silent...
Chafing of the heartChafing of the heart in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The next morning, Anthony was back in the nursery room, seeking out Dr. Telric.
"I want to know about Halie," he asked of the doctor. "Has there been any change?" Telric perked up in surprise at seeing his superior here at this early hour, then he shook his head in response, removing his gold-rimmed spectacles, to enable himself to rub his tired eyes.
"I don't really know how to answer your question, Mr. President, but if you would like to come with me, you may see for yourself."
With those words, Telric lead the way to the farthest of the tree rooms, silently opening the door and stepping inside, the President in his wake. The medic regarded the machinery which Halie's body was connected to before resting his hand across her forehead. He noted her skin had grown warmer. It was a good sign, meaning that there was more blood in her veins than before.
"The cuts have been stitched, and she should be awake by tomorrow. But she has other wounds." Telric shook his head helplessly. "I do not
TranslationTranslation in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Where on Earth is Satine?" Dr. Telric Edge thought aloud and with annoyance. He needed her help, because Margot had suddenly come down with the flue. Descending a flight of stairs, he was trying to figure where next to search for his nurse. "This Kelforsaken residence is like a goddamn rabbit warren. Darn architect must've been high on ganja when it was drawn," the doctor scoffed as he reached the lower landing, and entered the gallery of the third floor.
This was a large, museum-like room with statues and paintings adorning the walls, and in the middle of the room was a huge, abstract sculpture consisting of several, small silver disks hanging on thin chains, likewise made of silver. The sculpture was lit with coloured lanterns, and as the loose hanging disks moved, they reflected the light, casting rainbows across the room. This sculpture, called The Galaxy, was much debated, either people hated it or they loved it. Telric himself didn't know what to believe, he only knew that insta
The sisters' escapeThe sisters' escape in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Sitting down on the short end of the large, elliptical table, President Muramaki regarded the members of the Cabinet. There were Martha Claude, secretary of treasure, Git Magellan, minister of foreign affairs, Glenford Castelini, minister of domestic affairs, Vladimir Abdul, minister of Justice, Jennifer Mardue, minister of transports, Valiant Brannings, minister of defense, Kit Kennings, minister of education and finally the Prime Minister Jim Louvre. They were sitting in their usual seats, in their usual positions and with their usual heaps of paper, glasses of lemon water and brass name tags in front of them. The name tags were unnecessary these days, however old tradition had made them remain. And as Anthony lowered his gaze, he saw them as the usual mirror reflection in the highly polished dark jacaranda table, where not a single mote marred the sleek surface.
As usual, when entering the third floor meeting room, with its stark and slightly dated interior decoration and facing h
Food and clothesFood and clothes in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Halie woke the next morning, to find a shadowy room. Sitting up, she reached over to pour herself a cup of water from the glass jug on the table, before she pushed off the blankets and rose from the bed. It was chilly in the room, the sun was barely up and the night seemed to have sucked the heat from the world. Wearing only thin breeches, Halie found it understandable that she shivered.
Barefooted, she crossed the room and entered the bathroom, did what she had to do there, before she dressed the best she could against the cold weather. Then Halie slipped out of the room and silently closed the door behind her. She hadn't had the freedom to simply walk around for such a long time, as she crossed the empty lounge she felt liberated, boundless. Like a bird. She stopped by the piano, but it was too early to play anything upon it, the President was probably still in bed. Then she opened the door to the hall outside.
The walls and ceiling were painted white, with plastic brackets every so
Not yet the time to dieNot yet the time to die in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Do you think she meant to kill herself?" Anthony asked of Doctor Telric, his voice deep with concern as he stepped over the threshold to the sick bay, a tired look marring his features.
"She can't have known that the artery curves over the arm right there. It's clear she was cutting at random, but the depth of the cut makes it look as though she meant to do it," Telric replied.
"Halie?" Anthony murmured. There was no reply from the still body in the bed. She looked frail and, he could barely think it, on the brink of death. The colour had been drained from her skin, it was almost porcelain white, the freckles standing out even more. Her eye sockets were like two dark bruises, ink-spots, spreading over the eyelids and down to the cheekbones. Halie's chest was covered by the blanket that was pulled up to her armpits, but her arms lay on top of the covers.
Anthony took her hand. It was deathly cold.
"Please, tell me you won't die," he begged, his face ashen as he looked down on her. "Thi
The ExcavationThe Excavation in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
When the car came to a stop outside the gate to the fenced-in excavation, just north of Fresno, it was approached by two men with machine guns. Familiar faces, their own guards. There was Noldan Ahaghotu, the huge, black man from Vancovur up north and Tim Gartner, an Indian who had lived almost his whole life in the area. They were both tough and seasoned no-nonsense men, who Enola would trust with her life, if that should be the case.
Pela winded down her window.
"Nice to see your ugly faces, guys! Now let us in, my sister and I are tired to the bones."
"What happened to your bikes?" Noldan asked whilst lowering his machine gun.
"Long story," Pela replied. "If you come to the Zebracross tonight, you might get to hear about it. Including the juicy parts if you are nice little boys."
"Ever the teaser," Noldan laughed and walked over to the gates, opening them up. "See you tonight then, sisters!" He made a salute and Pela kicked the car in gear again and slowly rolled in on the ex
Missing PersonMissing Person in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The evening before, Pela and Daniel sat down together with Enola and Amanda, and worked over their background story thoroughly. All with the aim of presenting a working reason for searching for poor Natasja, without attracting unnecessary attention to themselves and their venture, including the discovered gold. At this stage in their operation they sure didn't want anyone starting to ask unnecessary questions about their whereabouts. Still they all felt the moral obligation to try to find out if the police had found the body of their late colleague.
Now, Pela and Daniel were visiting a police station down in Central Vega, just by the edge of the great melee called The Kasbah, sitting in a small, run-down office talking to an officer Ibram Ling. Ling was brawny and tall with shaved head and a nose which had been broken at least twice in a squarely face, and he was perhaps in his mid-forties, looking everything as one would expect a cop, save for not wearing a uniform at the moment. Ling
Caesar's PalaceCaesar's Palace in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I imagine you're familiar with the Caesar's Palace," Joshi Zorian addressed Enola and Amanda over the speaker phone. "But have any of you been inside of it?"
"No," they both have to admit. Enola and Amanda were sitting in Thor's home office, which was lit by veils of pale sunlight falling through the two round windows. Amanda took a sip of coffee and then leaned forwards, her elbows resting on the smooth, white table.
"Tell us," she prompted.
"Yes, on the bottom floor, and two floors up from that, there's a casino," Joshi said. "One of the oldest known, actually. Goes back to the pre-disaster days, even if the games which went on there these days are quite different from the ones played these days. Now, the people I, uh, am acquainted with, have arranged to meet the two of you there tomorrow night. They will discuss the upcoming deal regarding the gold with you, and they would probably wish for you to engage in a card game."
"A card game?" Enola said in surprise.
"Yes," Joshie replied
Bandie's Journal - 21Right! Time to jump back in on that cliffhanger.Bandie's Journal - 21 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
So as we left off, I FINALLY got suited up in my Rubber Bandie costume, and snuck in front of the mirror without seeing myself. I slowly opened my eyes, and...
Wham. It hit me like a ton of bricks. I couldn't believe how I looked. I remember gasping. My body rippled. Like, literally, a wave went from my toes and worked its way up. It hit my arms and I couldn't stop myself from flexing my rubbery muscles, or complete lack thereof. I couldn't stop grinning, either. I had finally done it. I had transformed myself completely into Rubber Bandie.
I could barely contain myself. Like when I was spazzing out before, I was just barely in control and I didn't really give a damn. I do, remember, buckling down and trying to do something really specific. It's pretty nerdy and you're going to laugh.
It took a couple minutes, and it was really stuttery and squeeky, but I managed to say something like "I am rubber bandie". Something ridiculous.
Bandie's Journal-09Time to get back to the story!Bandie's Journal-09 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Okay. Last time on Rubber Bandie Versus The Universe, I was starting to have a crisis of thought about pretty much everything. Super bendy, bendier by the day, wanting to start being a human rubber band for real. You know, normal teenage stuff. That's normal, right?
I kept practicing. Even though it was freaking me out a little bit, I actually did feel like my mind was a bit clearer when I was twisted up. Getting near mid summer at this point, so I had lost the yoga pants. That's right around when I noticed how awesome my butt looked in that leotard. Whatever was happening was speeding up, too. I was getting bendier by the hour and not the day, feeling that amazing funny feeling all the time, and even the dreams were getting more vivid and frequent. I still remember most of them.
There was one, though, that really brought everything to a head. I had a dream that I was me. Except, the new me. New and improved, all through with this amazing change I
Bandie's journal - 10So missed an entry yesterday. I have an excuse, I swear! Got my hand squashed in a car door.Bandie's journal - 10 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
See I'm pretty much immune to blunt force, like falling and someone punching me. But a car door is A LOT of force. And it's not even that it hurt, really. It just flattened my fingers and when things like that happen it takes a LONG TIME to get back to normal. Kind of achy after they've been flat for a while and the hand is pretty useless because it goes kinda numb, so that's my excuse.
The real nasty part was hiding it from my mom and insisting I didn't need her to make sure they weren't broken. Moms, amirite?
Okay, right. Back to the diary. I said I'd mention a while ago that I'd talk about the first time I got sick? Yeah, it's technically the first time I stretched.
I started feeling a little weird. Like, feverish weird. Dad kept saying I spent too long in the sun, but I could tell. I could TELL! Er, that is to say I could tell that the big hurdle was coming. So I locked myself in my room an
Bandie's Journal- 19Yeah, I'm shirking on my responsibility. Supposed to be writing every day and not every other day, but it's getting kinda hard, mostly because remembering this stuff makes my body go "Oh yeah! Good times. Good times." and next thing I know, I'm full out Rubber Band mode.Bandie's Journal- 19 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Speak of the devil. My body would like to interject something along the lines of "She wants you to think she's mad, but stretching to her limits with just a thought is really exciting to her."
Brb, diving into the vents and slithering around for a bit.
And then taking a shower.
Okay. About two hours of stretching through the house and tying myself up, and a nice hot shower, and I'm ready to go again. I guess all this time I haven't wanted my powers to STOP growing. If you had a talent that you were 100% sure was completely unique to you, wouldn't you want to expand on it? Hey, that's not a bad idea. Maybe I'll write down the stuff I want to try with my powers sometime, and probably go into detail about the stuff
Bandie's Journal-02Mmm, awful home made brats. Who puts sauerkraut in sausages anyway? We're not even German or anything. Now, where was I? Oh, right. Mutant.Bandie's Journal-02 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Okay, so I had just fallen and dislocated my shoulder, then have it literally spring back to normal without so much as a scrape. I had begun to feel tingly all over. Really tingly. Obviously I wasn't thinking right, or I would've gone straight home. Instead, like an idiot, I went to the roof of the school- Did I mention that? Yeah, this all happened at my school. Middle of summer, completely dead, perfect place for some boarding.
Anyway, like I mentioned in my last entry, I was a REALLY stupid kid. I climbed onto the roof, just one story, and...Jumped off, purposely landing on my feet. I crumpled down, and my legs were completely twisted up. No pain, though. Just all heaped up. I stood up just fine after.. A couple more attempts of jumping off the roof and landing in various angles, not to mention noticing that I was a little bouncy, and THEN I wen
Bandie's journal - 28Okay someone better go get Shyamalan (Thanks Google!) because this is the plot twist of the century.Bandie's journal - 28 in Short Stories More Like This
You might wanna get seated for this. Are you good and reclined? Okay good.
Exclamation exclamation exclamation. So, I fully admit that if anyone's been paying attention, they probably could have guessed that my parents were on to SOMETHING. You know how they knew? This is totally embarrassing. I mean, for real I could friggin' shoot myself.
My body makes more noise than I thought. And on top of that, I do little stretches through the day without noticing. I'm SO USED to having mutant powers that I DIDN'T NOTICE I was STRETCHING to grab THE FRUIT LOOPS from the TOP SHELF.
RANDOM EMPHASIS. I AM THE BEST WRITER IN THE UNIVERSE.
So now I feel like a total dork. Like, for real, biggest nerd in the universe, right here.
Bandie's Journal - 30Okay!Bandie's Journal - 30 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
So this suit is REALLY stretchy. I never have to go naked again! Unless I want to. Which who knows I might. I swear I'm not a nudist. Anyway, I stretched myself out into a big Bandie sheet and the suit totally kept up. Inch for inch, I think it's every bit as stretchy as I am right now, and that's totally awesome. Kinda takes some of the wind out of my sails about being the most elastic thing on the planet though. But my limit's still expanding! Ha ha! Expanding.
So anyway, phamplets came in for the two schools. The 'local' one isn't really local at all, it's up in Oregon. I guess it's a little safer for me to say now, I'm currently in Southern California. That's kind of a long drive, but better than if it was in Massachusetts or something. What kind of terrible person would build a school based on tolerance in MA?
Heyo! Bandie's got jokes. Dumbest jokes around folks. Oh man Bandie's got rhymes too. I smell a hip hop career in the works.
Anyway, it's called the Mount Hood Academy
Bandie's Journal - 05Okay, so. I guess in the interest of fairness I should keep going on the whole discovering I'm a mutant thing.Bandie's Journal - 05 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
So...Right. Doing the contortion thing, becoming even more addicted to rubber bands. Did I mention that?
Looking back, no. The more flexible I got, the more I liked rubber bands. I just liked playing with them, stretching them out, shooting them, bouncing balls of them. Kid stuff, but it's always how I kept idle before and now I was actually like paying attention to it when I did it. Paying close attention to all the stuff that was going on as I stretched them.
I remember I started to have weird dreams. Really weird dreams. Like, dreams where you're flying, right? Like I'm flying in a crystal blue sky- That's a thing, shut up. Except, I notice after a while I'm not flying. I'm stretching like a human rubber band. Just stretching further and further. And it's absolutely thrilling. I start tying myself in knots, spelling words with myself, and trying to backtrack and stretch bac
Bandie's Journal - 20So! Sorry journal, I haven't forgotten you! But big things have been happening in Bandie Land. Big things! I was in the middle of telling you about my glorious first transformation into Rubber Bandie, though, so I'll get to them...Probably in a couple entries. Big stuff though, keep your eyes peeled!Bandie's Journal - 20 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Though I am going to veer off track a little bit here for the sake of an amazing anecdote.
So last entry I mentioned the Bandie Ball I turn into if I get overstimulated. All in all, a very pleasant experience if I don't say so myself. Very comfy, nice and wrapped up and folded. Obviously I have no idea what it looks like when I do it. I intend to try and hold myself together long enough next time to get my digital camera set up, BUT that's only HALF the point.
So my room is honestly pretty messy. Not gonna lie, no point in lying to yourself. Clothes everywhere, mostly. I also keep a bunch of crap on shelves. When I was a really little kid, I had a collection of stuffed animals. Then I real
Bandie's journal - 11Right, jumping right in today!Bandie's journal - 11 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Okay, so I had just had the most amazingly vivid fever dream that I actually became elastic, not just really bendy. I slept like a baby that night. Best sleep I ever got. Don't remember dreaming about anything, probably because I thought I was already dreaming.
I woke up the next morning for once. That is, I woke up IN the morning. Guess I slept for about 16 hours or so. Felt great. It had poured rain the night before and my window was cracked so I got a nice cool wind blowing in. Birds were singing, the sun was shining, and Bandie was waking up.
I stretched my body out long, the way you do when you're waking up? And snapped awake, like, immediately. I had noticed my body making a creaking noise. That strangely pleasant "Rrrrrttch" noise that stretching makes. I noticed my bruises from skating that week didn't hurt at all. I wasn't even feeling the least bit sick.
I tried again and heard that same noise. But I also felt myself get longer. Weird, feeling y