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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.

Saturday, August 6, 2011

X-Plorers Part 2

She turned her head toward the camera and smiled calmly, "I am here today with America's most famous paranormal investigator, Lance Moor!" She laughed as the studio audience clapped in harmony, suddenly stopping as if on cue.

"So, Lance," She continued, "What was it like dealing with the paranormal?"

"I'm glad you asked Roxanne," I grinned, using the cheesiest quote known by man, "It was dangerous, but we manage to stick through. Were never afraid of anything, not even one measly ghost."

"I see, What are the things you have captured besides the Loch Ness Monster?"

"Well, We caught the Abominable Snowman, Bigfoot, and found the Holy Grail."

"That... sounds like some talented people right there, let's give him an applause!" Everyone began roaring with claps and cheers.

"Meet me back stage later," Roxanne ordered, pointing me off the studio, she looked at the camera with that same annoying smile, "And now, a special guest actor from the new movie, 'Parry The Wizard'. One the Roxanne Show! We'll be right back."

I waited backstage, pacing back and forth, a wimpy, bug-eyed kid staring at me as he sat on the comfy backstage chairs.

I peered a him, "Do you play Parry in the Parry The Wizard movies?" I asked

He nodded, "Yeah."

"What are you going to do next? It's the last movie right?"

He sighed, "You never know with Hollywood, you just never know..."

A studio guard approached Parry, instructing him to the stage. Roxanne approached me as well, holding a small paper in one hand.

"Here you go," She grinned, handing me the silver of paper, "It's a check so you can get back together and get equipment for your next job."

I examined the check, immediately noticing the five hundred thousand dollars written across it.

"Thanks, Roxanne!" I cheered with joy, about to give her a hug.

"Uh...No, no." She stopped, pushing me back, "I want to keep my suit clean and my Afro Roxanne-y! See ya'!"

With that, she clopped off on a extremely high heels to the stage screaming,"What's up everyoooone!"

I stared at the overpriced check, who knows what I could do with it, what I could buy....What I could capture.

Friday, August 5, 2011

Blackout Part 4

The sun speared us with its blazing rays, buring my skin to a crisp. Vee threw his hefty luggage onto the boat, making it look so simple.

"Come on, Skace," He moaned, snatching a bag of food from my hand, "If you're gonna help, make yourself useful."

He loaded the bag onto the boat, more carefully than last time. I hauled the briefcase onto the boat. I reached into the bag and pulled out an Elpp, munching on it's sweet, juicy meat.

"Look at them," Vee mumbled, observing the duo coming along with us as they carried thier stuff, "They won't survive the forest."

I stared at the two, the stubby human struggled with his luggage as Saffire held her head high, trying to not look a bit troubled with her packing.

She swayed past us, shoving between us. She set her suitcases along with the other needed supplies. The boat driver stepped down from his throne above the deck, only he didn't exactly like a king.

He was a twin with the boat. Grimy, musty smelling, and foul. The boat driver wore a sweat-drenched, grey shirt, which changed into a darker grey under the neck and armpits. A few of his teeth were missing, along with some grammer.

"Ay der'!" He greeted happily, "How y'all doin' on dis fine mornin'?"

"Great!" Saffire greeted back, cheerful, "We're ready as ever to get this boat on the road...I mean sea."

"Well, aren'tchu a happy young feller, name's Stewie." He held out his hand.

"Saffire." She replied, shaking his greasy hand.

He peered at me, "Who are you three?"

"I'm Vee," Vee introduced, "This is my brother, Skace, of our partners, Horton."

He laughed hard, snorting between gasps, "Y'all are like some kinda sitcom or somethin'. That's funny right there..." He trailed off to another sentence, "We ain't goin' yet. We're 'specting another passenger."

Vee groaned, shaking his head in dissappointment. I sat on a heated metal chair, instantly jumping off as the heat attacked me.

I rubbed my butt, sweat pouring down my scraggly hair. I peered at the others, who panted as begged for atleast one cool breeze. That next passenger better hurry or we'll be cooked. A high-pitched beep struck the air, rebounding into my ears.

"Ay, dere's the passenger, he's early aw'right." Stewie announced, pointed his dirty finger down the dock.

A safari jeep raced toward the boat, a cloud of dust chasing after it. It skidded to a stop, creating a screen of dust. There was a clop from someone closing a car door. Someone strolled through the screen, un-aflicted by the gasious dust. I only know one that would risk there lungs just to look ominous and epic.

"Aww, shit." I groaned, "I shoulda expected this....It's Reggie."

Reggie stepped onto the boat, his servant struggling with the fancy, hefty briefcases. He wore his best suit: pure white with a jet black tie. His moustache was cleanly cut to a perfect shape, his fedora stabbed with the feather of a rare, and probably extinct, bird.

"Ah," He began with his famous fancy talk, "Smell the fresh air, the extravagant heat. It really beats the bitter cold of Lona."

"Reggie, Why the hell are you here?" Vee growled.

"I'm glad you asked. Meet Caleb, or by full name, Caleb Ukalosa." The servant plopped the luggage on the oven hot deck. There sat a chubby Wather with washed off markings on his face and a tuxedo one size too small for him.

"How do y'all do." He smiled.

"You snitch!" Saffire seethed, "I thought I would trust you! How- When- What's going on?"

"Ah, I'm glad you asked," Reggie began again with the same introduction, "You see, I sent Caleb on a study to investigate the tribes in the Plains. Look's like he got lucky enough to find you looking for these brillant, brillant men."

"One more word..." Vee hissed.

"So I got tricked?" Saffire snapped, "You used me?"

"Meh, Pretty much." Reggie answered.

Saffire grinded her teeth, Horton looking a bit nervous. Luckily, Captain Doofus was here to save the day.

"Y'all ready?" Stewie asked, looking at us all, " 'Cause I ain't gonna dis-cus any rules here. Besides, no fightin'  or breakin' my boat."

"We're ready," Reggie called out.

"Gooood....Good..." Stewie walked back into the control room and propelled the boat forward.

The heat was too much, I had to do something, I can't be in this heat all day. I grabbed a cold bottle of water from the cooler placed on the boat, pouring down my throat. I closed the cap and pressed the extremely cold bottle on my forehead.

"I understan' y'all are hot and all," Stewie annoucned on the intercom, "But next mornin' we'll be there. Don't y'all worry."


Suddenly, the boat churned, moving side to side. Something nudged it. Once again, it bumped the boat, a lot harder now.

"Crap!" Stewie screamed. At that exact moment, a huge serpant moster chomped the side of the boat. I jumped out of the way as it took a chunk out of the side, "I tink were in dangerous waters, fellas! Hold on!" The boat sped forward, nearly knocking us over. We left the monster to eat our trail of droplets, giving up with one huge roar. My heart pounded my chest, nearly jumping straight out. What was that? I didn't even get a good look at it, but I did say a strange apricot color...

A slim bit of water seeped onto the boat deck, surrounding our feet in salt water.

"Y'all better get th life rafts ready," Stewie announced, "We're slowly sinkin', but we ain't gettin' off til we get there."

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Blackout Part 3

Horton halted the car on a dusty driveway, where a misshapen hut leaned against a crooked tree.

"Hopefully, he's home. Otherwise, you'd after to pull a few thousands from your wallet." Horton sighed, extinguishing the car's ignition.

I shoved the door open, stepping out of the moldy seats. Horton carefully walked up the steps to the house, gripping the aged rail. I trailed him, stepping lightly up the steps as they cried out in painful agony, making long, eerie squeaking noises.

Horton rapped on the door, afraid that hitting it too hard may break it off it's hinges. Footsteps approached the door on the other side. The door swung open to reveal a pint-sized Baeku with a scrunched up face.

"What do you want?" It spoke out, a heavy British accent vibrating in his throat, "Oh, it's you, Horton. Come on in, have a cup of coffee or something." We stepped inside, still light on our feet.

The tiny Baeku warmed up the oven burner, practically reaching for the knob. He placed a pot on the burner and poured coffee grinds inside.

"Who is this lovely creature you brought?" He complimented, flattering me a bit.

"She's a friend of mine. I help her out in her job." Horton explained, "Her name's Saffire. She's a Raider."

"Ah, How do you do, Saffire. My name is Johnson. Such a dangerous but fun job you have, and at such a young age! You must've gotten a a scar or two out of it, I presume."

"Yeah," I gloated, "Most of them from their dumb ass guards. One stabbed me in the shoulder once with a pen, another tried to knock me out with a bamboo stalk, which are surprisingly sturdy."

"You must be one tough soul." He smiled, "At least your not like Professor wets-his-bed here."

Horton looked appalled, "You promised to keep that a secret!"

"Yeah, well. Looks like the other cousins know as well." He laughed a tiny laugh. He scuttled over to the pot and checked the coffee. Not done. He scooted back over to us.

"Have a seat and tell me why you are here." He offered. I sat down on a dirty white couch, reminding myself to wash my hands afterwards.

"You see," I began, "I get most of my requests from a extremely rich guy named Dr.Wexton. He gave me a request to go to this island where a hidden jewel called the Dark Eye is located. We can't go alone, though. We have to team up with these two more "professional" Raiders to get to the island. We need your help to fly to the Western Plains and drop us off there. Please?"

He paused, "I do have a full tank at the moment... It's my old war plane, though, so we have to fly stealthily."

"Sounds good to me."

. . .

We sweat in the scorching sun of the outskirts, loading luggage on to the steel war plane. I lifted my suitcase from the trunk of Horton's car, carrying it back to the plane. I looked around to see if anyone was near, nobody. I plopped the suitcase on the rocky ground and unlatched it open. I pulled out a petite, fully-charged game system from under the clothes. I won't enjoy this ride without something entertaining. I stuffed it in my pocket and clicked the suitcase back clothes.

After the loading was finished, we hopped into the pod seats. Two in the front and one in the back. Of course, I took the back seat. That was the one with the huge, bad ass turret gun.

The plane revved up to life, making booming sounds from it's engines. I held tightly to edges of the pod window. The plane jolted to momentum, slowly lifting into the air. My stomach balled up, squeezing and churning everything inside. Blood raced down We sloped into the air, reaching sky-high levels.

"Are you alright back there?" Johnson buzzed on the intercom planted in the pod.

I pressed the button under the speaker, "That was awesome!" I cheerfully replied.

He laughed, "Then I'm sure you'll enjoy the rest of the trip."

The trip seemed to go in slow motion, the tiredness of nothing to do weighted my eyes. Not even the game system could pry them open.

Flying over the beautiful apricot thistles and dried grass. Johnson carefully dipped the plane closer to the surface. The wheels barely grazed the ground. The landing was a harsh bump, sending me flying a few inches into the air.

I unlatched the pod and jumped out, crunching dry thistles underneath my feet. I scanned the area, only seeing a sea of tan.

"How are we supposed to find them in this mess?" Horton whined.

"With this!" Johnson called out, handing him a miniature device, "It's a GPS. A spare one that's close to the same functions as mine. Use it well."

"Thanks." Horton grinned, examining the midget device. We unloaded the plane, moving it a decent distance from the plane.

"I hope I see you two again." Johnson spoke out, waving goodbye from the plane. The plane launched into the air, blasting my hair with a humongous gust of wind.

"Power it on." I told Horton. Horton pushed one grubby hand onto the power button. The GPS woke up, a title glowing across the screen. It located us, showing us the exact coordinates of our location. I snatched the GPS from Horton's hands, using the obnoxious touch screen to search for nearby communication. A few miles north of us was a small town.

I turned to the correct direction and began walking.

"Hey, lazy!" Horton snapped, I turned around to see him struggling to hold the luggage all at once, "Are you gonna help?"

I smirked, grabbing only my luggage from him, "Should'a thought before you packed."

After a horrifyingly long journey across identical thistles, I grew annoyed with GPS, the thistles, my briefcase, and walking! I stopped in my tracks and lay the briefcase flat on the ground, sweat dripping down my snout.

"Got any water?" I asked, my throat cracking from dryness.

"I drank it all." Horton panted.

"You freakin' dumb ass." I seethed, wiping sweat from my hair.

"Come on the sooner we get to that town, the better."

I weakly stood up, grasping the handle of my suitcase. Walking now burned my thighs. My feet disappeared, I no longer felt them. I set the suitcase down again and sat back on it.

"Why is it so freakin' hot out here!" I yelled.

"Your just getting dehydrated, Saffire. Come on, get up." Horton encouraged, grasping my shoulder and hauling me to my feet. I immediately fell again, my whole body being sucked into nothingness. Finally, my vision enclosed itself into total darkness, an eerie feeling running up my spine.

My senses ambushed me, filling my body with shooting pains, dizziness, and a whole bunch of confusion. I lifted my head and looked around. I was laying on top of a hard wooden bed inside a clay hut.

Someone next to me placed their palm on my head, "Lay down. Lay down." They cooed, gently pushing my head back. I eyeballed whoever the person was, spotting a bald Kee with huge, gem incrested earrings. I followed her instructions, softly laying my pain stricken head on the animal-skin pillow. She rubbed a cottony paste across my forehead. It soothed my forehead, cooling it to a relaxed state. She lifted my head off the pillow and poured frigid water down my throat. I coughed up a few gulps, gagging the water out of my throat.

"Ah, you're awake!" Horton called out from the entrance of the hut, "You gave me a heart attack our there. How are you feeling?"

"Like crap." I answered sickly, sitting up on the bed.

"Yes, I know this. But can you walk?"

I turned my legs to the edge of the bed, jumping on my feet. I stumbled over a bit, the Kee catching me and setting me upright again. I stabilized my balance, then began walking again. I was like a giant two-year-old, waving my hands swiftly from side to side as I walked.

After getting a tad used to it. I followed him outside to a tiny village. Everyone seemed to be working, carrying baskets, mashing food, caring for the young ones, repairing hut damages, almost every occupation.

Horton lead me into a beautifully decorated hut aligned with bird feathers, river stones, and hot pink paint which was slightly peeling.

We barged inside, sweeping a curtain of smooth rocks out of our way. Inside was as heavily decorated as the outside. At the end of the hut a chair was placed on a mountain of petals. feathers, and other soft, eye-catching things. On the throne sat a stocky Wather wearing a fruity crown.

"This is Chief Ukalosa," Horton introduced, "He's the only one who knows in this tribe that knows English."

"How you do?" The chief grinned, greeting me in a native hand gesture, "You are they one who was sick? You be careful in these lands, its very dangerous."

My stomach rumbled, emitting painful pulses through out my belly, I had to ask, "Chief, do you think we can have something to eat?"

He snapped his fingers at a servant I barely noticed, speaking some inaudible language. The servant ran out of the hut, kicking up dust.

"Chief Ukalosa, I have something to ask you." Horton told.

"Go ahead." The Chief replied.

"Do you know who the Raiding Brothers are?"

The chief's face went blanch. The chief leaned back on his chair, rubbing his forehead. "Are you police?" He questioned.

We shook our heads. He exhaled a sigh of relief. "Listen," He continued, "They are infamous brothers. Police want them bad. Don't tell anyone else location, okay?"

We nodded, interested in the location.

"East, there is forest not far from here," He pointed past our heads, "Follow the rocks marked with a G."

"Thank you so much, Chief." I thanked, pressing my hands together. The servant brought in a wooden platter filled with exotic fruits.

"Eat up before you go." The Chief chuckled, watching us dive for the food. The food tasted wonderful, A mix between sweet and tangy, but succulent and juicy on the meat.

After gorging our food, The Chief gave us our luggage and a few weapons. A sharp pointed spear and bone knife. We began our journey, walking across the same deathly plains, but in the cool afternoon breeze.

The forest grew out of the hill, revealing lush greens and rugged browns. Excited, I ran into the trees, searching for a marked rock.

"Saffire!" Horton yelled, pointing to a rock at the entrance, "You past it!" I walked over to Horton and examined the rock. The rock was marked with a G, sure enough. There was also an arrow pointing in a diagonal direction back to the way we came from.

"This isn't right." Horton sighed, "Did the Chief lie to us?"

"No..." I murmured, studying the arrow, "The brother's are trying to throw us off! Maybe the arrow is pointed the opposite way of where were going." I traced the direction of the arrow to the other side of the rock, pointing into the forest as I traced. Faintly in the distance, there was another rock waiting for us.

"Right there!" I cheered, running for the next rock.

After playing a lengthy game of connect the rocks. We came across a trap door right next to the final rock. Covered our luggage in huge emerald tree leaves, preparing to met these "infamous" brothers.

I deliberately opened the trap door, peeking down into the darkness. A ladder shot down into the darkness, where a tiny light flickered at the bottom. I gingerly stepped on the first foot-step of the ladder, climbing down with choked up fear. Horton stayed up, waiting to see if the coast was clear.

The more I approached the bottom, the more I could hear voices, clearer and clearer...

"Goddammit, jus' change the channel. I don't wanna watch these miserable people sing for an entire two hours!" One deep voice sighed.

"This is the third episode towards the season finale! I want to see if that singer Jesse gets off or not!" Another voice replied, this one more scratchy.

"You are jus' like mom. You're gonna regret making me skip my favorite show."

"Pfft. What're you gonna do?"

There was a short pause, I touched down on the soft dirt floor. The air a lot more cooler than outside.

"Don't you dare break that!" The scratchy voice yelped, "If you break that I will whoop-" There was a shattering sound, like some small silverware or dish.

"You son of a-" Before finishing the sentence, there was a sound of quarreling. Growls, pushing, and cursing. I signed Horton to come down, quickly. Horton was swift to climb down, despite his stout legs, dropping the bag of supplies and weapons. I yanked the bone knife out, passing the spear to Horton.

"Come on, the bone knife is cooler." He whined.

"Shut up!" I hissed. I cracked the opening to the door, seeing a tumbleweed of punches and curses. I kicked the door opened and aimed the knife at them. Horton gave out a battle cry is he jerked the spear forward, faking a stab.

They immediately stood up, raising their hands in self-defense. One of the brother's was a slightly buff Libow, a lot taller than any of us. The other was a shaggy haired Kee, with a scar running across his snout.

For some out-landish reason, this amused me. I laughed, "Wow! Infamous raiders I see! Afraid of a girl and a nerd!"

Horton laughed as well, suddenly stopping in realization to what I said.

Suddenly, the shaggy one leaped into the air, kicking the bone knife out of my hand. The huge Libow grabbed Horton's spear, snapping in it in half as he yanked it from Horton's grimy hands. They stepped toward us, threatening us.

A tad scared, I raised my hands, giving them small little smirks of forgiveness.

The tall one grabbed the sharp end of the spear and pointed it at Horton, who gasped a high-pitched gasp.

"Skace! Get that knife!" He ordered. Skace, the shaggy one, hestitated for a bit. Then grabbed the knife and pointed it at me. His eyes filled with sorrow.

"Why are you here?" The tall one interogated, making small jabs at Horton, who was close to having a heart attcak.

"We're here because we want to make an offer!" I called out.

The tall one peered at me, tripping Horton to the ground, "What offer?"

"To go to the uncharted island to search for the Dark Eye."

"How do you know this."

"I know a few people."

There was a pause, then the tall one grabbed my shoulder and held the point at my throat, "Who do you work for?" He grumbled.

"Vee, stop!" Skace snapped.

"I know what I'm doing! She works for the police!"

"No, I don't you freak! Go ahead! Check my pockets! I have no badge."

Vee let go, "You're pretty persuasive, but I'm taking no chances."

"Listen, if I go with you, I promise the reward will be yours."

"What's that?"

"Five grant."

"Hmm.... Double that and we have a deal."

I knew I would ditch them anyway, so I shook his hand, "Deal."

"Okay... Must've taken you a while to get here. Do you wannaa stay here until tommorrow, when we leave?" Vee offered, "You're gonna have to sleep on the floor though."

"Yes, please!" I begged, "We'll go get our luggage."

Night blanketed the sky above us. The underground room got dark, covering the small kitchen, the table and sofa, and the two beds. Vee snored loudly on the nearby bed. Horton slept on the floor, his snores sounding like a lame car starting. I held a candle over my journal and wrote about today, just like I do everyday.

"What are you doin'?" Skace asked, appearing behind me with a candle.

"Just...writing in my journal," I answered, a little shaken by his appearance.

"Maybe you should get some sleep, I mean, tommorrow's gonna be a huge day for us."

"I will in a minute. Now you just go back and lay on your soft, comfy bed."

"You know you don't have to be a A-hole the whole time."

"Look who's talking"

He scoffed, blowing out the candle, "Better be prepared for tommorrow, I'm not waiting up for you."

I smiled, writing one last word in my journal: Idiots...

Sunday, July 31, 2011

Meet the Characters

Hey guys. Bud on the keyboard, typing some letters.

For those who don't know. If you want to know what the characters, meet them.

Skace and Vee (The Raiding Brothers)

Saffire (The Lone Raider)

Syken (The Lost One)

Vara (The Mercenary)

List soon to be updated

© Bud Williams/Electro Owl

Friday, July 29, 2011

Perfect World Part 1

"Hit it." Roscoff murmured commandingly, pointing his bony finger at the dummy's awkward face. Nervousness grew inside me stomach, one bad punch can transform Roscoff into an angry ball of humiliation and impatience. I drew my fist back and propelled it forward, square into the dummy's nose. The dummy rocked back and forth, nearly falling off its stand. I felt impressed with myself, but Roscoff quickly denied it.

"Syken, were getting nowhere again." He sighed, "You need to focus on your target. Try again."

With a stern gaze on the dummy, I punched it once again in the nose, only to get more nagging.

"Goddamn it Syken!" He snapped, "Focus! Focus! What part of that don't you understand!"

Frustrated, I socked the dummy in chest, knocking it off its stand. Noticing what I did, I was filled with ecstasy. Roscoff wasn't impressed, he walked off to the door.

"Training again tomorrow morning." He ordered, "You better get to bed, it's nearly midnight." He shut the door behind him, leaving me alone.

Roscoff was my trainer... and my guardian. He never respected what I did, just had his eyes on how I fought. Joyful memories with him never existed in my brain, just a stabbing commands and threatening insults. Sure that would teach me, but he also my guardian, he should be a little more...I don't know the word for it.

I balanced the dummy back on it's stand, it's bland face still intact, then strolled out of the bamboo dojo.

I slid the paper door open to my hut and walked in, shutting it behind me. Immediately, I threw my shirt off. Being a Libow, I have spines poking out of my backbone, the spines rub against the shirt and irritate me to extreme levels.

I laid down on the small, comfy blanket laid across the flat floor and closed my eyes.

My eyes were shaken open after a time lapse of sleep. Roscoff violently wriggled my shoulder, yelling at me to get up. Gunfire penetrated the paper walls of the hut. Roscoff lifted me up and stuffed me in a cabinet.

"Stay in here!" He briefly instructed, slamming the cabinet door closed. Gunfire peppered the air, blasting here and there. When it finally stopped, I waited. I waited an extensive amount of time, listening and listening. My anticipation reached the hilt, I needed to take a peek. I kicked the cabinet door open and stepped out. Bullet holes vandalized the beautiful room. I ran over to the door and powerfully slid it open. All over the village ground, were dead bodies. Only one crouched in between all of them. An old Baeku, singing a tribe song to himself.

Bewildered and choked up, I approached the Baeku and asked, "What happened."

"The ones in the black." He replied, his voice chapped with a mixture of driness and bitterness, "Are you Syken?"

Shocked greatly, I answered, "Y-yes."

"You must go. Roscoff told you to leave this place once they have left. Go north until you see yellow, clay hut. Live there, never come back."

Confused, I teared up, "What?"

"Go!" The old Baeku yelled, raising his sword. I dodged one slash and ran full-fledge into the forest, tears streaming down my eyes. I kept running and running until the old one's "Go!" faded away.

Seven years have past since the massacre. Seven years trapped inside this cozy yellow hut. Everyday I woke up, drank a glass of water, picked and seeded the new plants for the garden, eating the good ones for dinner and using the bad ones as a compost. In my mean time, I would read encyclopedias and dictionarys, learning every possible word and content stored inside. This was a perfect life. A perfect life for me. No rules, practice, worry. Just me.

That is until the freakiest sound rebounded from my door, like someone was banging a rock on the door repeatedly, but had no strength to break it open. I swiftly opened the door and got into stance in self-defense, but instantly loosened up.

There stood a Wather, about as tall as me, wearing a black trench coat and shady glasses.

"Hi, I'm Tagen." He introduced, "I'm here by the will of Roscoff, died a week ago."

Torn Part 1

Most think the apocalypse is a bombardment of fireballs smashing the Earth. Some think its a meteor hurling itself toward us, and others think we explode altogether. It takes one human to invent such theories. The amusing look on their faces when the "apocalypse" came, when they found out that the end of the world was the starting of a new beginning.


My claws scraped the ground as I dashed across the dust of crumbling concrete. My broken wing dragging across the ground, creating a line behind me. A screech rebounded behind me as a fiery blast of feathers crashed through the building behind me.

"Come back here now!" The phoenix screamed as it chased me with furious rage. I skidded as I took sharp turn and ran down an alley. The phoenix flew over the buildings to the other side. I stopped in surprise,sliding across the slippery dust and into the phoenix's talons. It grabbed my back and flapped to the top of an empty building, dropping me on the hard roof.

The phoenix pinned me to the ground with knife-sharp talons, "Are you gonna take back what you said?"

"Yes! Yes!" I choked. The phoenix flapped off me.

"Good!" It laughed, "I sure scared you, huh, Arsenios?"

"Yeah you did,"

"Hey, your the one who started it."

Spark always been that way. She was always bright, even after her intimidating rage. She and I go way back, ever since we were small. She is a glittering, fiery phoenix and I'm a pearly white scaled dragon with one broken wing.

Picture a land with coffee colored dirt for a ground, along with grey ashes that matched the sky, bland. Buildings worn down and crumbling every now and then. A horrifying place to live. Sometimes raid the area, killing our kind for food or just for the hell of it.

Suddenly, a flash of fire shot between us. The heat brisked my scales as Spark screamed, "Run!"

I looked below the building. Standing there was a human holding a short gun and a crimson dragon standing next to him. The human shot the gun and barely missed my head. I turned around and dashed toward Sparks direction. I leaped off the building and landed harshly on the ground, kicking ashes into the air.

I quickly regained balance and raced down the road surrounded by buildings. A bullet flew past my ear and nearly scraped my side.

"Jump!" The phoenix screamed. With all the strength in my legs, I leaped in the air. Spark caught hold of back, carrying me off into the dull clouds.

(This is an old story.)

The X-plorers Part 1

Waves licked the sides of the boat, swaying it therapeutically from side to side. I pierced my gaze into the deep, indigo water, highly alert of anything huge passing by.

"Lance, ya' think were in the wrong ocean? We should move to another location." Gilbert suggested.

"No, I know it's here." I replied, determination still slapped across my face, "Thomas! Check the radar!"

Thomas scoffed, "I always have to do everything here," The hazy spirit floated into the control room of the ship, "When I died, I thought work would be all over."

There was a eerily quiet pause, interrupted every few seconds by the lapping of the waves.

"Lance," Thomas called from the room, "What does the little red dot mean on the radar?"

"There's something nearby," I answered, excited, "How far is it away from the lil' boat icon?"

"Well, it's just-" FWOOSH! An explosion of water rocketed into the air as a massive, long-necked sea monster hovered over our boat, shattering the surface of the water as it landed.

"That was it!" I screeched in glee, "Gilbert! Get the net ready! Thomas! Keep an eye on that radar! Paco! Get the tranquilizers!"

Gilbert ran to the thimble-like wheel holding the giant net attached to the rope and loosened it. I looked around, no sign of Paco.

"Paco! The tranquilizers, stat!" I ordered, no answer.

I sighed, placing my hand over my face, "Mr. Robo-taco, I need the guns please."

Paco's tiny, robotic midget body raced in, dragging the tranquilizers behind him. He laughed frantically, a high-pitched screeching trailing behind him as he dragged the metallic guns.

"He'ya go, siiiiir." He giggled, dropping the guns behind him. Swiftly, I grasped a gun and unstrapped a dart off the side, loading it into the barrel. I passed the second gun to Gilbert, who had already set the net.

The boat jerked right all of a sudden, kicking me to the solid, metal floor. My body rolled across the deck, smashing my back into the rails of the boat.

 The boat fell back into a straight position, allowing me to regain balance.

"It's hitting us!" Thomas yelled, "And now it's looping around!"

I swiveled around, peering behind me. The monster poked it's head through the surface of the water, shooting toward us. It pounced on the boat, biting the side.

"Aww... It's just so cute!" Paco obnoxiously cried out.

"Shoot it!" I ordered. Gilbert and I unloaded the darts into it's forehead, throwing the monster off. The monster unleashed it's jaws, leaving a curved dent in the side. It roared a squeaky roar and dived into the water.

I sprinted to the control room, passing right through Thomas, I thrusted the throttle to full blast, sending Paco and Gilbert tumbling in the back.

"Are you trying to kill us?" Gilbert shouted, holding on tightly to the railing.

"Faster! FASTEEEER!" Paco screamed.

I focused on the radar, following the slowly fainting monster. My years in Atari games finally paying off.

The creature was right below us, falling into a deep sleep. I slowed the boat down a little.

"Ready the net!" I commanded Gilbert. Gilbert picked himself off the floor, still holding on the the railing. He grabbed a control stick on the back of the boat and lowered the net into the water. As soon as he gave me the thumbs up, I sped up a tad, engulfing the beast into the gigantic net. Gilbert mashed a huge lime green button, closing the entry to the net.

"We got it!" He cheered. I stopped the boat immadiatly and ran to the back. Sure enough, the sea monster floated inside the net, fast asleep.

"Are we gonna make fishsticks?" Paco asked excitidly. Completely ignoring him, I turned to Gilbert.

"Were rich!" I cried, dancing on the metal floor.

"Good, yes, fabulous. Now can we go home?" Thomas sighed, eagerly waiting for my ridculous dance to end.

Thursday, July 28, 2011

Blackout Part 2

"You bitch!" A goon screamed behind me, "Give it back!" They pursued me down endless sidewalks of the vast city. I turned a sharp corner into an alley, giggling at their enraged whining. At the end of the alley, I hopped on a garbage can, leaping to grab hold of a window seal. I pushed myself up the wall, scraping the rough edges of the alley wall with my spikey-tipped shoes. I hauled myself on top of the window seal and balanced myself.

"Are you an idiot? We can wait here all night if we have to!" One goon called after me.

"I don't think so, since you obviously don't have the patience for me." I replied, acting as calm as possible.

"Shut up and give us the stone!" The other goon moaned in annoyance.

"This is a pretty stone. A person in the right mind would know not to give this away." I agitated, spinning the plasma, crimson rock in my fingers.

Sparked by anger, they attempted to climb up the wall, slipping on every footstep.

"I'm gonna break your teeth, neck, arms, every possible thing I can break!" One goon gritted, making small progress, "I know better no tot hit a girl, but now seems right!"

Thinking quick, I scanned my enviroment. Across from me I spotted a clothes wire. I popped my goggles on and smirked at the goons, who didn't even come close to me. I stuffed the rock in my jacket pocket.

Taking a huge leap, I snagged the clothes wire, trying to swing myself to the other building. A sudden snapping sound cracked the air and I began falling. I landed straight on my back, which began burning with pain while the wire fell over my body. The goons yanked me off the ground, one holding both hands behind my back while the other faced me, face red with rage.

"Didn't plan that out to well, huh?" He chuckled, reaching for my pocket. With all my strength, I pushed the goon behind me, knocking him into the solid wall. He loosened his grip on my hands, which I easily slid through. I slugged the goon facing me in the nose, tripping him over a garbage bag. I swiveled around to glare at the other goon, holding my fist up high. He flinched helplessly, holding his hands forward for protection.

Satisfied, I ran out of the alley, searching for something reasonable to escape in. A chopper rolled to a stop on the street, flaming decals glittering in the blazing city nightlights.

I approached the man on the bike, tapping his leather shoulder, "Hey, Mister!" I addressed. He peered at me, confounded by the sudden greeting.

"Get off the bike!" I commanded.

"No hablo inglés, loco de cabeza." The man retorted.

"Oh, your one of those foreign humans. Well, can you understand this." I ripped his fingers off the handles and jerked the man off the bike. I hopped on and spurred the engine. I darted forward, the foreign human screaming behind me, "¡Ayuda! ¡Ayuda! Ladrón Forrel ha robado mi moto"

I dodged and weaved through oncoming cars, leaving a trail of furious horns and beeps.

"What a splendid night!" I sighed happily, my prize snug in my jacket pocket.

. . .

"Thanks you so much for the stone, Saffire." Dr. Wexton praised, holding up the precious stone on the other end of the video chat.

"Anything that gets me my moolah." I replied cooly, chewing on a toothpick and sitting on a buayoutly soft chair.

"Yeah... Well, today. Your not getting money."

"What?! I just-"

The serious-faced Baeku raised his finger to shush me, "I have something else. There is news about a rare artifact called the Black Eye. The Black Eye is a powerful and divine piece of work. It is also known that anyone who activates it gets unspeakable powers. If you find this artifact, I will pay you one million dollars."

Excitement hit me like a hammer, but then I thought fast, "How about....Two million."

"No." He retorted.

"One million and three quarters?"

"How about one million and a half if you don't shut your trap!"

I smirked. Success.

"It's like working with a two-year-old. Listen..." Dr. Wexton continued, "You can't go alone, it's way to dangerous. I found two marauders who plan to search for the same artifact. They are named the Raiding Brothers. They live in Western Plains of Parlopawn, the most native continent. Go with them, use them. I need that eye, do you understand?"

"Don't worry, doctor. I'll have that eye in my hands before you know it."

"Good..." With that, he signed off, leaving the tiny box on my screen empty.

I flipped my phone open and dialed in Horton's phone number. After a few loud beeps, Horton answered the phone, his breath making a strident static sound.

"Hello, I am Professer Horton, pleasure to-" He introduced, interrupted by me.

"Cut the professer crap, it's really bugging me." I snapped.

"Some day, Saffire. You will see me as the most famous technological engineer in the world."

I rolled my eyes, "Listen, the doctor called me. He said there was an artifact called the Black Eye or something. It's hidden on an abandoned island somewhere in the ocean. Only two guys found the coordinates of the island and you and I are gonna go with them."

"What part of the story did I actually agree to go?"

"I need you to come with me. You got cool gadgets that can help us steal that priceless treasure. There will be a reward..."

Horton paused, "I'm not that money hungry... but if the doctor is rewarding us... Let me get to packing."

"Perfect." I replied, my heart beating with excitement.

Monday, July 25, 2011

Blackout Part 1

I sprinted across the jungle floor, nearly slipping on the lush fallen leaves. Vee trailed behind me, stopping to square off the attacking natives pursueing us. The natives were enraged, they should be. We ransacked their holiest temple, snatched the prized idol, and slipped away.

They hooted and screamed as they fired muskets at us, bullets whizzing past our heads. I clutched a tiny, metallic idol in my arm tightly. I knew this would cause a huge problem.

Vee fiddled for something in his satchel until he finally pulled it out, a dynamite stick.

"Back off you son of bitches!" Vee screamed, lighting the explosive.

"What are you doing!" I snapped in bewilderment.

"Just givin' them a lil' taste of action." Vee tossed the dynamite. It rolled, "Run!"

Vee ran past me, disappearing into the trees. I trailed him, barely holding on to the idol. The dynamite exploded behind us, ringing my ears.

Clumsily, I tripped over, dropping the idol on the leaf-bedded ground. I reached for it, only to be denied by someone else's hand. I peered up at the man who grabbed it. A pompous Wather wearing a pinstripe suit, a sharp tie, and circular glasses with dim olive lens.

"A fine piece of work you have collect here, indeed." He commented, examining the idol.

"Give it back, Reggie." I seethed, picking myself off the ground. The hollers of more natives sounded behind us. Reggie unholstered his pistol and aimed the deathly barrel at me.

"This is just what I needed," He murmured, smiling comfortably, "Now you have two choices, get shot or run off so those disgusting cannibals can have their dinner."

I stared at the nozzle, shaking in fear about the next stupid thing I was about to do. I nabbed Reggie's wrist, swinging it another direction as he aimlessly fired. I tripped him off his feet and scooped up the idol he had just dropped.

"Thanks! I owe you one, Reg!" I laughed, making a full fledge run for it. I burst out of the bushes and onto a faded, asphalt road.

"Skace! Over here!" Vee called. I swivel around to see him inside the Road Buggy, flailing and waving his arms violently. I ran over to the car qand hopped in, placing the idol snug into Vee's satchel.

"You got me scared there, brotha." He grumbled, "Let's get the hell out'a here!" He revved up the engine and raced across the road, peeling rubber behind us.

Saturday, July 23, 2011

Thunderstruck Part 2

"Where are we going?" The kid asked, a worried expression on his face.

"Hiding." I answered sternly. I parked the car next to bar and stepped out with the kid.

"Were in a rush, kid. I think they're still chasing us." I whispered, holding the door open to the bar.

"Don't call me kid. I have a name, you know. It's Reynard." He back-talked. The small Kee's grimy face scrunched a bit.

"Well, Reynard. Just try not to be a smart-ass like that again, okay?"

The bar had a musky smell mixed with alchohol and cigarettes. The lighting was dim, except for an orange ambient emitting from the bar. The customers were rowdy and masculine. Some talked loudly with comrads, sharing stories and dirty jokes. Others stared at me, trying to look impressive or cool.

I grabbed Reynard's hand, in hopes they would think I was married. I approached the bar tender, who was lean and skinny Nimee with a scraggly beard.

"May I have a mug of wine." I ordered, talking as quick as I can. The bartender nodded and grabbed a red wine bottle off the shelf.

Someone behind me grabbed my shoulder and swiveled me around. The man behind me was a muscular and painted all over with tattoos. His grin was missing a few pieces, the cigar fit perfectly through a gaping whole.

"Hey pretty, why don't you come over and talk with my friends?" He flirted, his voice cracking like a drought.

"Get your hand off my shoulder." I snapped frostly.

"Look's like we got a fiesty one." He laughed, his friends laughing at the table where he sat. The man picked me up off the floor and began carrying me over to the table. I reached for my pocket, hoping my pocket-knife was still there, but his beefy arm blocked the way.

"Hey, put her down!" Someone called out. The man turned around to face his opponent, a lean, young Forrel like me.

"Roan, no one needs to here your preachings." The man chuckled.

Raon grabbed a mug off someone's table and smashed it a top of the man's head. The man fell to the floor unconsious, freeing me from the awful grasp. Everyone got quiet, staring at the motionless body on the floor.

I stood up, dusted myself, and walked over to the bartender, "Thank you for the wine."

"It's on me." He politly answered.

I walked out with Reynard to the car outside, the huge mug in my hands.

"That was crazy." Reynard muttered, shocked.

"First lesson, never drink." I replied coolly, pouring wine all over the car. Roan walked through the door's of the bar, immediatly looking at me.

"Are you alright?" He checked.

"I'm fine." I answered quietly, trying to make him leave.

"Sorry about waht happened there."

"You didn't do anything wrong."

"Seriously, I think I've seen you somewhere."

I went grim for a second, but then realized something, "If you're trying to hook up with me, you bette stop now."

"What?! No, it's-"

"Look, I have important things to do then flirt around with you. So if you excuse yourself and leave, that would just awesome."

He paused, "I have seen you before... I know it."

"Now, your just being weird."

"Mercenary! You're a Mer-" I cupped his mouth just before he said anything else.

"Do you want to kill me?" I seethed, "I am porbably the most wanted on Belial's list!"

"I just think it's cool." He muttered, muffled under my hand.

I took my hand off of his mouth, thinking about what to do with him.

"Listen," I began, "I can join me, if that's what you want. But you have to endure, many treacherous dangers and... painful wounds."

He scoffed, "I've been through worse then what you're thinking."

"I hope you are." The epiphany popped in my head as we were driving, I need to find a certain city, a much diverse city. This city had something I needed to end this reign of terror Belial is causing, including the wars, massacres, and the whole bunch of other felonies. The thing is, the city I need is blocked by a hell-hole of the god knows what, but that's not going to stop me.

"We need to get ready," I commanded, "Do you have a match?" I asked Raon. He pulled a matchbox out of his pocket. I struck a few matchs and set them on the hood of the car. The car slowly lit up, growing into a huge fire.

"Let's go."

© Bud Williams/Electro Owl

Thursday, July 21, 2011

Thunderstruck Part 1

They shoved me through a hall of people to a tall, stage-like stand. A hefty, metal cuffs wraped around my neck and wrists. My hands were numb from the squeezing from the hand cuffs. My shoulders were sore from the heavyiness around my neck.

The two full-suited guards holding onto me stopped me in front of the stage, where a man in a formal, crimson suit stood. A threatening look in his eye as he held his head proudly in the air.

"Do you know why your here, Vara?" He asked, in the most normal way he could.

I stared at the noose swinging lightly with the dusty wind, but I held my fear back. I answered, "I violated your law."

"You vandalized, lied, cheated, and murdered."

"It wasn't murder!" I snapped, guards pulling me back, "It was in self-defense!"

"It," He spoke louder, "was one of my men. You've done too much, now you must leave this place, for good. May the god have mercy on your soul."

All eyes beamed me as the guards pushed me forward up the steps. I tried to fight back, but there gripped was locked on. They placed me on a wooden box and pushed my head through the loop.

The formal man approached me, stepping one foot on the box and coming close to my ear. Slowly, he whispered, "There is one way out of this, my love."

I jerked my head away uncomfortablely. This perverted man was named President Belial. He was more of a dictator than a lawful president. His throne was inside a huge tower overlooking the whole city. His soldiers are called Guardians, but all they do is patrol the city, steal belongings for "legal purposes", and a whole other fake cop things. Belial finally caught me, after all the criminal things I've done, if they were counted as a criminal doing.

Angered, he stepped off the box and back to his spot on the stage. He liked to do hangings in the most active part of the city, so everyon can see, it was a cruel thing to do to the city.

"Ready her for hanging." He ordered.

My breath came out in shortened stutters. The people below either stared into me with meloncholy eyes, or shielded them.

All this sadness didn't affect me. Instead, I smiled, challenging Belial. His face filled to the top with rage, but his expression was still normal. Trying my luck, I gave a short speech, "I'm glad I killed that so called Guardian." I boasted, "I'm maybe even glad to be standing on this box with noose around my neck."

The people gave eachother bewildered looks. But Belial had the most bewildered of them all.

"Let me pull the switch." He snarled at a Guardian, "I want to do this."

Right when he reached for the switch, a flash of tremendous white light struck the middle of the crowd. They screamed and split away from the impact to reveal a creature. A wolf with cloud grey fur and white streaks going across its side. It stared at me, as if peering into my thoughts. Then leaped into the air, blasting guardians into the air with a powerful gust of wind. I was knocked off the box, landing harshly on my back.

The wolf pounced on one of Guardian's, implanting on foot on the Guardian's chest. "I believe you have something of mine!" It growled.

Quiveringly, the Guardian unbuttoned his satchel and fiddled for something inside it. I had a chance now, I stood up and jumped off the stage. Both cuffs were still locked on me, but I kept sprinting. I ran into between two buildings and weaved through a narrow maze of rotten garbage and filthy clothes. I turned a corner and ran into a kid, knocking him over.

"Hey, kid!" I immediatly yelled, as he got up, "You want something really cool?"

"Umm... Mr. Gordy told me not to take things from strangers." He replied solumnly.

I checked if I was being followed, then continued, "Listen, I need you to break me out of these cuffs then I promise I will leave you alone, okay?"

I raised my wrists to show him the short chained hand cuffs snapped on tightly.

"How am I supposed to open those?" He asked, confused. I looked around, spotting a screwdriver on the ground.

I kicked it to him, "Pry them open, quick!"

I set my wrists onto the ground as the kid jammed the screwdriver into the little crack between the cuff links. He wriggled around, trying to unlink them. The cuffs budged a little, enlightening the kid as he pushed it open. Once they were finger-width apart. He grabbed the edges with his hands and pulled back, unleasing one hand. I quickly pulled my sweaty wrist out and pryed the neck cuff off me. It snapped off, the cooling blast of a gentle breeze sweeping my neck.

"Thanks kid," I thanked, running off with one cuff around my wrist.

"Wait!" He called after me. I stopped as he caught up with me, "Let me come with you! Please!" Sounds of toppling garbage and angry footsteps rumbled behind us. Guardians.

"Fine! Fine!" I answered quickly, "Just run as fast as you can!" I sprinted down the alley, as the kid trailed behind. We turned into another alley, an alley filled with garbage cans and trash lying everywhere. I figured if I can plow right through this, the kid or the Guardians behind us won't be able to catch up, simple.

I bulldozed through the garbage cans, knocking them over behind me as I went. I approached the end of the alley, a road and sidewalk lied ahead. I knocked over the last garbage can, only to find the kid just behind me.

"How did you...?" I stuttered, a litle startled.

"I just jumped over them, why?" He answered. Knocking the subject out of my head. I scanned the area quickly. I spotted a car parked across the road, window slightly open. I ran toward it and slid my hand down the window opening, hearing the Guardian's knocking the garbage cans out their way. I pressed the unlock button and opened the door. I hopped into the seat along with the kid, who sat in the passenger seat.

"Whoa! Were stealing a car!" He exasperated.

"Get used to it." I replied, sliding under the car wheel and biting wires in half. I touched to wires together, hotwiring the car to a start.

"Uhh... Miss." The kid called, tapping my shoulder.

"What?!" I snapped, annoyed. I looked out his window to see an angery civilian tapping on the glass. Quickly I locked the car, angering him even more as he pulled the handle violently. On my window their was another tapping, the Guardians. In a sudden reaction, I slammed my foot on the gas and peeled out onto the street. I focused hard on the road, not slowing down.

"Miss!" The kid yelled, "That man is still holding on!" I peered onver to his window to see fat fingers still on the handle.

"Get him off!" I ordered, rolling down his window. The kid, released the man's grasp off the door handle. Making him roll down the street behind us.

My heart pounded slower, I muttered, "Kid, looks like you're going to stick with me."

"What do you mean? Am I a criminal like you?" He questioned.

"No, were mercenaries. You know that evil President we have."


"Do you wish he was gone?"

"Yes, I do so very much. That man is evil, he arrested my mother for a wrong doing. Now I have to live with Mr. Gordy, another awful man."


© 2010-2011 by Bud Williams/Electro Owl