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Sunday, September 11, 2011

Scratched and Flawed Chapter 1 Part 2

"Where the hell are we?!" I screamed at the driver.

"Shaey! I... Don't... friggin'.... know!" The idiotic driver grumbled over the intercom.

I unholstered my pistol, aiming it at the driver's bunker, "Back talk me again! I freakin' dare you you son of a-"

"Uhh... Shaey?" I shy voice whispered, tugging at my oversized jacket. I peered next to me, facing the abashed mug of August. She handed e a steaming chocolate coffee, her hand turning red as she held it.

"Damn sister, don't burn your hand!" I laughed, returning my pistol in it's place and grabbing the coffee. I slurped it down, scorching hot chocolate scraping my throat.

"Uhh... Heh... I was wondering... If... Am I going with you two on this mission?" She squeaked.

I unlocked my lips from the hilt of the cup, "I don't know, do you want to go?"

"Well, I'm kinda... scared. What if... What if..." She paused.

I eyed her, moving my hand in a clockwise motion, "What if...?"

"What if the gun is too loud?"

I snorted, which suddenly burst into laughter. I threw the unfinished coffee over the edge of my boat and quickly pulled out my gun, firing into the air.

August swiftly blocked her ears, too late to here the strident gunshot.

"Loud? I think not." I answered, "Now go and get ready, it's about time you became a REAL Wind-Farer."

She nodded, covering her ears in pain as she walked off into the lounge room.

"Where are we?" I yelled at the driver's pod.

A sigh buzzed on the intercom, "You know what? Were almost there! Happy?!"

"Your lucky I'm too lazy to reload my pistol."

"Your lucky I didn't turn around, ya' brute basta-"

"Hold on... Didn't catch that... I'm reloading."

"Sorry sorry sorry!"

Sunday, September 4, 2011

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Scratched & Flawed Chapter 1 Part 1

 BWEEP! BWEEP! BWEEP! BWEEP! The shrill rambling of the innocent alarm clock jostled my brain, snapping me from my restful sleep. I eyed the strident alarm clock, it's number's reading 7 o' clock. I slapped the snooze button, shutting off it's obnoxious crys.

Sitting up from my bed, I rubbed the excess laziness from my eyes. My hair frizzled in a huge mess, my shoulders aching. I stretched out and yawned greatly, feeling much, much better.

Another morning for me, I can't wait... The sun's rays seeped through the blinds and poured stripes over my ruined room. CD's, crinkled clothes, filty plates, dried cups, plastic bags, and wires piled in my compact room. I crawled off my bed and onto my digigrade feet, taking another stretch and yawn. I cautiously stepped around the mess, pressing the ON button on my radio as I passed. My favorite band, The Baboonz, smoothly filled the room with their sedative sounds.

I yanked open a wooden drawer, picking a pair of loose pants and a T-Shirt reading, "KEEP MOVING". I slipped them on, buttoning them around my hips and pulling my snout through the shirt collar.

I peered into the mirror, checking my frazzled hair. Of course, I had to wet it again... I looked harder into the mirror, staring at myself, my face. Something wasn't right, as always. I didn't look pretty or attractive in anyway, how could I go out like this? I was hybrid, diverse from everyone. I looked ugly. I turned my head away from the mirror, swiveling toward my bedroom door and smacking my tail onto the hard wooden dresser.

"Ack, Dammit!" I cursed, pulsing pain growing from the tip. Fourth time this week. Ugh.

I trudged to the pearly bathroom, fiddling for the toothbrush as it danced around the cup. I grasped a hold of it, squeezing pasty toothpaste onto the clear bristles. I scoured my teeth, whisking away the clinging food from my fangs and chompers until the gums bled. I spat the disgusting, minty flavor from my mouth and drained it down the sink, the taste still lingering in my cheeks. Now... To the kitchen...

I slumped down on the creaky wooden chair, chomping on cruchy bits of sweet cereal drenching in a bowl of milk. Bellowing crumbling sounds echoed and vibrated in my head. The kitchen coated the soles of my feet in a light shield of dust and food crumbs.

 A light tapping poked the heavy kitchen door behind me, as if something bony and sticklike prodded the other side vigorously in imaptience. I treacherously approached the door, gripping the knob. The tapping increased it's tempo, eerily catching on to a reptitive beat. Suspense boiled in the pit of my stomach, bubbling more and more quickly. The steam tapered into my brain, tainting it with riduculous thoughts.

Open it Topaz...


Yes...You'll never know what it could be...

Shut up!

Fine. Have it your way... Never know what it could be...

My mind won. I twisted the knob and jerked the door open. My eyes wide for any sudden movement, my fists hardened, and my teeth gritting, but all the preparation became useless when I faced that innocent, caught expression of my moronic friend. He grinned, knowing that his little plan was a success.

"Damn it, Kosal!" I snapped, anger inflating inside, "You nearly scared me to death!"

"But I did scare you?" He laughed, straightening up to his mountainous size.

"Geez...You know Coal isn't here, of course that's gonna scare me." I calmed, rubbing my scalp.

"Sorry..." Kosal replied, appearing more innocent than before. That cooled me down a bit, knowing how hypersenistive Kosal's feelings were, even if he had the dumbest ideas.

Kosal was a hybrid as well, so we relate to eachother more than anything. He enjoys having his own properties, his own style, which is one thing I can't relate to with him.

"Sooo.... Another boring day I see." He guessed the obvious answer.

"On the dot." I applauded acutely, chomping another spoon full of cereal as it scarred the roof of my mouth.

Kosal sat on the other side of the table, creating a chorus of squeaks and cracking noises. He nabbed the cereal box and slipped his bony hand inside, scooping a hand full of dry cereal. Loudly, he crunched the cereal, making obnoxious smacking sounds. He grabbed another handful and cast it into the bowels of his mouth, repeating the nerve twisting sounds.

"We'll you close your mouth atleast!" I finally cried out in annoyed agony.

"Sorry...I'm just....BORED." He pointed out, subliminaly attempting to pry me away from boredom's grasp.

"I'm not going out." I replied, "Not this early." Anticipation attacking me as he gave me a smooth look. That damn look. A devious smirk and a raised eyebrow.

I drowned the spoon in the excess milk, standing up from the chair, "Just for a walk..."

He darted out the door, a huge open grin stretching across his face. I slowly followed him out,

"Don't wear yourself out." I giggled. There wasn't a single gloomy bone in his body, or not that I know of. He's always stuffs himself with joy every morning, racing down to my house so we could get into trouble again. He's only gregarious when were together, but hides in a shell when he's on his own. Despite his over-sized height, Kosal fears being around strangers.

The brittle, tan grass blades crunched beneath our feet as we strolled down through clingy trees scraping their icthy leaves at our arms. The sun hazed a bright blue ambient across the sky, airspraying whispy clouds in short streaks. The gentle wind brisked and ruffled my straggly hair, uncomfortably tugging at my scalp. Seawater surfed through the breeze, stocking my nostrils with the briny scent.

The crunching came to a halt as we walked along the side of the asphalt road, the ocean smell thrown out by brute burnt rubber.

I lived on the boondocks of a crammed port. Ah, the port. Boats peppered the surface of the ocean, huts and buildings squashed together into a jostled mess of people and buisnuisses. Luxury planes hovered above the ocean, extensive ropes tightyl knotted to the poles below. The port was stain on this land, soiled with the throat tickling smoke, the brute civilians, and the obnoxious, annoying horns and beeps of the boats. The best part sparking an altercation somewhere, inflating peoples heads with steam. It never gets old.

Fresh air fled from our senses as we entered the dirty enviroment of the port. Our shoes clacked against the filthy brick floor. Tired, I halted my steps and leaned against a wall, my hands in my pockets.

"Well," I began, "You brought me into this pile of trash, what now?"

"Do you want to mess up the mural on the old man's restruant?" Kosal suggested, thinking of the devious plan as rubbed his palms together.

"We did that a week ago...It's starting to get old." I replied, yawning away the sleep hiding in the corners of my eyes.

"How about we go down to the bank and eat all the candy in the bowls?"

I sighed, "I guess a little sugar wouldn't hurt."

We began down the path to the bank. Passing stink-eyed sailors, angry drunks, and well-dressed intellectals.

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Scratched and Flawed

I squeezed the grip to my katana, fear welling up in my stomach as the huge metal cargo box absorbed stray bullets. My partner peeked over the edge and shot his shotgun, swiftly stepping back for protection.

"There's too many!" He panted, a cold sweat dripping off his snout. The tint of his purple glasses flashed as he peered over the side, jerking back as a bullet pinged the edge, rapidly taking huge breaths in shock.

"Just keeping bluffing them, Jolt!" I remarked, flicking sweat off my eyelashes. He rolled his eyes and blindly fired over the edge.

"Are kidding me?" He snapped, peering at me with gigantic, distressed eyes.

"No." I replied sternly, shoving him nimbly in aggression, "Be creative and bluff them now!"

He banged the back of his head lightly on the metal cargo box, annoyance and fear blending in his head.
 I peered down at Rex as he covered his shoulder in sheer pain, blood seeping between the spaces of his fingers. I crouched down to check on him. Rex grunted in agony, clenching his eyes tightly shut.

"Is it getting worse?" I asked, peeling his shaky hand off the wound.

"Don't touch it!" He snapped, shoving me back, "Just get help!" He tapped the square walkie-talkie strapped onto his belt, staining it with thin smears of crimson.

Uneasy about Rex's sudden forcefulness, I yanked the walkie-talkie from his belt, mashing the talk button.

"Wei!" I yelled, "Get off guard! We're in deep shit!"

"Fine," He buzzed on, "I was just about to practice my banjo..."

The firing got heavier, ricocheting off the heavy metal of the crate. I sheathed my katana, plucking a small device from the sheath. The device had five, tiny blades, like a ninja star. In the middle of it was a petite button. I pressed the button, triggering a sudden fast-paced flashing.

I tossed the star over the top of the cargo. A quick fizzing noise popped on the other side, followed by strident gags and groans.

I smirked in success, unsheathing my katana. I nodded at Jolt, commanding him for ambush. Jolt sprinted over the edge, hollering a threatening chant. I laughed along with him, waving my sword high in the air.

Jolt stopping dead in his tracks. What now? Suddenly I froze, scanning the area around us. A group of well-dressed men in sunglasses surrounded us. They wore apricot tuxedo's, shiny loafers, and evil smiles drawn across their chubby mugs.

"Fantastic plan, Shaey, just fantastic" Jolt quivered with sarcasm, aiming his gun carefully.

I paused, thinking as they stared us down. I pricked my ears up, gingerly sucking in the sounds around us... A bellowing engine gained volume... Wei.

One guard hawked a ball of spit and shot it at the concrete floor, clearing his throat, "We tol' you guys stay outta ar' buisness once. Now there isn't any second chances." His face was bruised up, an eye patch blocked an ugly scabbed eye. His right hand grasped the handle of a pistol, his other hand gingerly holding a hazey cigarette. His guards cocked their guns, aiming straight at our heads.

"Aaay! Niether are we, brother." I jeered, mocking his italian accent and spreading out my arms.

He grunted, his eye tensing up with creases and wrinkles. I challenged him even more, giving him a tiny smirk of success.

His grunt got more ruggud, like nails on a block of rough stone. He pointed his crooked finger at us, "Kill them!" He snarled, "Ucciderli! Voi stronzi!"

The guards daintly held steady, as if they were trying to play connect the dots on our heads. CRASH! Glittering shards of glass fell from the sky. An anchor descended along with them, a tiny Syrrul gripping on the chain the anchor was attached to. The anchor stabbed the concrete ground, the sharp point implanted into the surface.

"Wei!" I gasped excitedly, glaring back at the goons, "What was that about second chances?"

Wei slid down the chain, landing right where the anchor planted into the ground. He threatened the pompous guards, jabbing a long, skinny electricly charged trident at them.

"Back!" He snapped, "Back off! You guy's interrupted my guitar practice!"

"That's your secret weapon?" Razzi laughed, "What is going to do, c-" He peered up, gawking at the huge, rusty battleship hovering over the shattered sky light. An oval-shaped homemade bomb suspending from a thin cable and a claw.

A rope ladder unraveled from the very top, long enough to touch the top of my head.

Rex limped from behind the cargo, unholstering his pistol, "It's about time you got here, Wei!" He shoved a guard to the ground and began climbing up the rope ladder. We tailed him, hurrying up the swinging ladder.

"You idiots! Shoot her! Shoot her now!" Razzi flabbergasted, jerking his finger forward as bullets rebounded against the metal wall.

My fingers clasped against the rough, rusty metal railing. I hauled myself onto the boat, Jolt pulling my arm in assistence.

"Are you okay?" He questioned hurreidly, checking for wounds.

"I'm fine." I answered, picking myself up, "Wei! Drive us outta here now!"

Petite Wei smiled and scurried up the tall step-ladder to the control room. Jolt sprinted toward the cable, grasping the cable cutter. He struggled with the cutters, squeezing the two handles with all his strength, not getting cutting one strand. Rex limped over, pushing him out of the way. He grabbed both handles and easily cut the cable, ignoring sheer pain in his shoulder.

The floating battleship propelled forward, loosening our balance a tad. The primitive bomb plummeted to the concrete building below, detonating into a ball of guzzling, laughing flames. The blaze scraped the side, tinting it a nice shade of dark grey. We ruptured through the intense fire, coughing smoke tickling and clawing our throats.

The pager buzzed on, Wei's tiny little voice droned, "Where to, Shaey?" I walked closer to the control room and cupped my hands, yelling, "Back to the base, of course!"

"Alright!" The boat pulsed faster, blowing gusts of dusty wind into our faces. I ran over to a turret and sat onto the bench-like seat, right next to Jolt. I wiped sweat running down my cheek.

"Uhh... What's up?" He began awkwardly, urging to start a conversation.

"Nothing. Just going to the know..." I replied slowly, lost in thought in the train of thought. I gained two things out of the intense battle. First, I reclaimed my gold and silver bracer, a piece of work passed down family. Second, I had my revenge, it finally escaped my mind knwing those monsters were no more.

"Okay, just wondering... Are you sure you're okay?"

I eyed him through slits, "Yes. I'm sure."

The lush emerald green forest blurred under us as we ruptured through low, hazey clouds. The cool air dried the sweat in my hair to a sticky redue, clumping my hair together. I laid my back against the metal slope of the turret, resting my head on my palms. Such a great feeling to know your going home.

Friday, August 12, 2011

Catharsis Part 2

I stared down the eerie darkness of the vast forest, a skinny dirt trail intervening with the sky high trees. I turned the camera on and walked down the path, capturing every square inch.

"What're you doing!" Lupe called after me, "They're could be anything in there!"

"Just a peek..." I replied. Lupe quickly tip-toed behind me, aware of every sound. The rain pelted the leaves, creating a harmonic sound of drum beats. Small shards of light poured between the spaces of leaves, reflecting a powerful light into the lenses.

Startled, I searched the ground, what was that? I waved my hand slowly in the air, checking for the beam of reflected light.

"Have you gone insane?" Lupe questioned, staring at my gestures.

Ignoring him, I repeated the waving, a small dot of light colliding with my hand. I followed the direction of the light, discovering something lustrous planted into the soft dirt. I set the camera on a good angle and excavated the object, a silver watch.

"Whoa..." I gasped, amazed at my finding, "These are only on the human planet!" I rubbed the dirt off the back, an engraving reading: Elizabeth Foster, 1945.

"Let me see!" Lupe begged like a toddler. I yanked the chain of the watch out of the ground, pulling something else with it; a human hand, halfway through decomposition.

Shocked, I dropped the watch, running a few steps away from it. I gagged at the horrible image, staring at Lupe who found extreme fascination in it. Lupe picked the camera up, filming the disgusting hand.

"Lupe, you're gonna make me throw up..." I grumbled, covering my mouth.

"What are you saying?" He chuckled, "You wanted to go on this trip. You knew they're was gonna be something frightening here. This is awesome footage!"

Someone screamed behind us, making me jump out of my skin. Lupe slipped the watch through the dead human fingers, grabbing my arm and running out of the creepy forest. He stopped dead in his tracks, a thousand yard stare slapped on his face.

"What!?" I snapped, looking his direction. There was Roger, an oar tightly in his hands, defending himself from ugly, raw-hided creatures.

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Catharsis Part 1

Blood painted the blade of my machete dark red as I sliced the disgusting creatures across their mugs. I climbed onto the roof of a nearby truck, a creature ripping open my leg. I twisted around and kicked it off with my other leg, hauling myself to the very top. Another ugly beast punced on top of me, making horrifying screeching sounds. I shoved it off me, flinging it into the dark of the treacherous night.

I reached into my pocket, shaking as I pulled out a small conch. I brought the end of the conch to my lips and buzzed into to it, creating an ear piercing noise similar to nails grinding on a chalkboard. The creatures screamed and howled, running off into the trees. I kept playing the chilling sound for a few more minutes, stopping to check for screeches or growls. None.

I reached for my other pocket, grasping my walkie-talkie. I clicked the side button, a static sound emitting from the speaker.

"Blake," I whispered, quivering as a burning pain stretched around my legs, which was surrounded by a petite pool of blood, "Pick me up, I'm in trouble....again."

Torrent's Moving Picture---

The boat ripped through the ocean's surface, spliting it into two halves. I stood on the deck, breathing in the salty air and calming sounds of the ocean. The wind blew through my hair and pelt, refreshing every sense in my body. The blocky camera rested on my shoulder as it inhaled the wondeful sights from it's lens.

"Shark!" Someone screamed behind me. I jumped in sudden fear, the camera nearly slipping off my bony shoulder, catching it time.

I swiveled around to face the laughing face of my co-directer, "Damn it, Lupe! You almost ruined us!" I snapped, grinding my teeth.

"The funniest part is that your still recording!" He snickered, pointing at the tiny laser red light.

Quickly, I pressed the soft record button to shut it off. "You're such a shit." I mumbled.

The intercom buzzed on, the Captain's voice barely audible, "...we're appr- -ching the island. I can't find any docks so we go- have to just park- anywhere clear."

Our destination raced toward us as the boat picked up speed. Excited, I propped the camera on my shoulder again and pressed record.

"Stand in front of the camera, Lupe!" I ordered cheerily, he stepped in front of the lens and cleared his throat.

"My name is Lupe, the genius who brought you the epic movie, The Killers," He announced, grinning approvingly.

"Don't push it." I murmured

"Today, we will explore the dangers of the legendary Dawn Island. Paradise? I don't think so. Because this island is filled with unexplained, changing climate, scarce food, and-"

The boat violently jerked to the side, toppling us to the hard metal floor. The side railing caught us, brusing my back. The boat leveled itself back, rolling me off the rail.

I balanced myself to my feet, rubbing my sore elbow. I eyed the control room whee the captain drove the boat, just barely seeing the old man's silloutte.

"Are you okay?" Lupe questioned, trying to stand upright.

"I'm fine," I answered, searching for the camera. The camera layed on the deck, it's lens split in half.

"Sorry about that- hit a rock or someth-" The intercom hissed on.

The boat glided across the dense surface, ascending onto the wet sand below it. I raced over to the ladder, immediately climbing down with the camera tightly in my clutches. I touched down on the cool, damp sand, giving me a sudden need to take my shoes off.

"Hey, you gotta unload ya' know!" Lupe yelled after me.

"Yeah, why don't you be a gentleman and do that for me?" I replied, mashing the record button.

I narrated as the camera captured every sight, "Here we are, the world famous Dawn Island. What beauty, the trees nearly touch the sky!" I peered at the sky at that thought. It was horrendously grey, a scary sight to see. A light drizzle brisked dampened my jacket, covering it in petite, dark grey polka dots.

Lupe dropped my bag of clothes from the top of the ladder. It implanted into the ground, covering the bottom in sand. I shot Lupe a glance and ran over to it, unzipping it. I pulled out a rain poncho and a crimson scarf. I draped the clear poncho over my body, pulling the hood over my head and wrapped the camera in the scarf.

Lightning stabbed the ground, a rumbling clap tailing after it. It echoed across the sky as the rain bombed us with fatter raindrops.

I hunched over the camera, turning to the boat, "Lupe! Captain!" Captain Roger slid down the ladder in a cartoonish fasion. He popped up onto his feet and shaped his moustache as it was still wet. His night shade tuxedo getting wetter and wetter.

He inhaled a breath of freash air, "Smell that rain, Torrent! Such a wonderful thing, it is!" His voice sounded like those happy-go-lucky folks in old timey television.

Lupe came down after, his fur damp and pitiful. He plopped onto the now even wetter sand and sighed, "Now, I know why I need a rain coat."

"Why bother, my boy!" Roger cheered whimsically, "It's so natural and fresh. Why it's God's, or your case, the god's gift!"

Thunder roared above us again, "Crap, just when we unloaded." I groaned, "Cover that with....something!"

Lupe walked over to the pile of bags and cases, throwing a blanket over it.

"I could bring up the signal to find if anyone is nearby!" Roger grinned, proud of his brillant idea.

"Good! Lupe and I will look around for anything that can help." I planned, Roger nodded, gripping the slippery handles of the ladder.

I trudged through thick sand, leaving perfect imprints of digigrade foot. Lupe followed me, shivering in the cold rain.
I peered at him, "You need this poncho?" I offered.

"No, there's trees up ahead." He answered, unzipping his jacket and using it as an umbrella. I raced under the tree's, which gave us protection from the heavy rain, Lupe just behind me.