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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