Month: January 2012

They crawl into your heart and burn your insides.

They come from the pit where evil lies.

They show no mercy, compassion or kindness.

They feed on the weak, those with hunger and blindness.

They are the heralds of death,

The killers of joy.

They have only hatred for each girl and boy.

So run, run quick as the air.

For there’s Demons behind you, they bring only despair.

Dr Xavier stood at the window of the watch tower, hands clasped behind his back as he watched the two teens run, climb onto the boat and sail back to the mainland. He decided he didn’t quite care. He’d get 35 back, one way or another.

He heard the door open and turned to see three Guards stood there, a group of scientists and patients behind them. The Guard at the front of the group held a gun, and was pointing it at Xavier’s head.

“Your rule is over. We’re sick of you telling us what to do. These people, they are no danger. In your stupidity and blindness you killed two innocents boys and tore apart a family. You can’t hurt anyone…anymore”

“No…wait!”

BANG

Roux’s room. I haven’t been in here since I moved back to the old house. It’s just as he left it. Trophy’s on the shelf, tiny terrapins crawling along in their tank, the old stuffed giraffe with the lollopy neck sat on his bed.

On the particular day I had gone into his room, the sun streamed through the window, and dust particles danced in the sunbeams.

I love days like these. If I sit on his window seat and daydream for a while, I can almost feel Roux gracing me with his presence, so warm and welcoming.

I miss him a lot, but with each day that passes it becomes a little less painful.

Dr Xavier is dead now. The hospital was shut down and the patients sent to real places that could help them return to society normally.

Zak went away too. I’m not entirely sure where he is. He stayed for a few weeks, then one morning I woke up and he was gone. A note left on his bed.

“Hey Detroit.

I’ve left. Don’t ask me where I’ve gone, and don’t come looking for me either. It’s something us “cat-freaks” do. Like real stray cats, we very often leave. Guess we should’ve seen that coming, eh? Anyways…I want to thank you for everything you’ve done for me. Without you, showing me that the world isn’t as bad as it seems, I would’ve gone insane long ago.

Perhaps we’ll see each other again someday? And we can start over again. I promise I’ll never forget you, or Roux. I just want you to never forget me(:”

“Someday out of the blue

In a crowded street, or a deserted square

I’ll turn and I’ll see you, as if we always knew

Maybe we could start again someday soon…”

I treasure that letter to this day. Very often I’ll be walking in the big city and I swear I see Zak. But it is just a glimpse. A streak of wild dark blonde hair, two soft cat ears disappearing into a crowd of people. Sometimes, the glances last longer, and I see Zak, stood at the end of the street, a great grin all over his face, waving manically.

And then he’s gone, just a ghost of a smile still lingering in my mind.
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OMG trip down nostalgia lane :’) I LOVE “Someday Out Of The Blue” by Elton John. I love the Road To El Dorado. It brings back so many happy memories of when I was eight years old, when things were simple. 5 years on and it’s still my favourite movie(:

I may write a short story inspired by “Someday Out Of The Blue” Go listen to it. It reminds me so much of Detroit and Zak’s relationship (:
Thanks to all who’s followed this story so far(: It means so much to me. Keep writing! I enjoy reading ALL of your stories(:

Jade had fainted. She had taken one look at the picture and her eyes rolled back in her head and she collapsed. It had taken Patrick all his willpower not to throw up all over her. Their Mom could be dead or kidnapped! But he knew that they’d never find her in the woods so he decided the hotel was their only option. As he half-carried, half-dragged Jade through the undergrowth, bitter tears poured down his cheeks. He tried to imagine a world without his mother. They would be orphans then, as their father had been struck by lightning when they were two. He would only have Jade, and that’s why he would have to protect her as much as he could. For starters, getting them both out of this forest.

When he finally reached the hotel by dumb luck, it was almost two ‘o’ clock in the morning. Patrick was a nice, friendly guy with a happy-go-lucky attitude, but the situation was looking pretty desperate. They were two eleven-year old kids, one was unconsious and the other was almost dead with exhaustion and it was the middle of the night. It didn’t seem that things could get any worse, but they certainly did.

When they got there, the hotel was closed. Patrick groaned. It looked like they’d be sleeping inside the car tonight. As he pulled Jade over to the mercedes, something weird happened. The hotel door flung open and a loud booming voice called from inside “Come in! We have been expecting you!” Patrick didn’t want to spend the night in a car, but that voice sounded like bad news. After a minute, the idea of soft, warm beds won over, and he shook Jade awake.

“Hey, sis, wake up! The hotel’s open; we can have a great sleep.” It never occurred to Patrick that they might not let them have a room, with no money or parents, but he just assumed these people were friendly. How wrong he was. Jade woke up and looked around. “Where are we? What happened. . .” Her voice trailed off as she remembered the day’s events. “Mom? Did you find her?” Patrick shook his head morosely. “I’m sorry Jade.”

“I didn’t do that good,” Tyler protested waving his arms in defense. “I mean those guts were really clumsy and had no clue of where I was going to hit next so it wasn’t a challenge.” “Yeah well you still did amazing job,” the commander exclaimed looking out the window of Taco Bell while Tyler gulped huge bites of his three burritos. “MMMMYHIHIH,” Tyler tried to say as he ate three bites at the same time.

“What,” replied the commander confused. “Sorry I meant what’s our next mission?” Tyler asked. “Well let’s see,”He said looking over a sheet of reports from surrounding cities. “The Royal Bank Scotland was robbed last night so I’m sending you there.” “How am I going there,” he asked uncertain. “Don’t worry, that car outside will take you to an airplane,”He told me. “Capture the thief but no heroics, okay?” “Sure,” I replied reassuringly as I walked out of the door and into the car.

When we finally got to the airport Tyler was tired. Then he clumsy got past security, jumped on the plane, and fell asleep. He woke up to the sound of the loudspeaker,”We are landing soon Please exit calmly.” I murmured,” Stupid loudspeaker.” When the plane landed I jumped off and headed for a taxi. There was one with yellow striped body and black on the roof. It was the coolest taxi I have ever seen. I waved it over and told the English guy where I wanted to go. He nodded like   he understand what I said and took off. He went so fast I thought I died. H swerved between traffic taking sharp corners and going 60 miles over the speed limit. Then he took a sharp turn and we did a wheelie spinning off the side of a bridge.

Butterflies flying all around my little belly.
Flutter.
Flutter.
Flutter-by
Chills when I hear your voice.
Bump.
Bump.
Bump-I-Ty bump bump.
When I speak, your name interrupts my every word.
Baby.
Dear.
Sweet heart.
Lovey Dovey Bear.
If love only exists with you
Then I want to love forever

The grey mercedes pulled up to the old, creepy hotel. The front door opened and a plump, smiling woman stepped out. She called to her children inside the car. “Come on! It’s really not that bad, you just have to go inside.” The door opened slowly and an eleven year old boy stepped out, closely followed by his twin sister. They both looked extremely unhappy, and glared at the hotel as if it had commited some personal crime. “Why did we have to come here?” they whinged simultaneously, a habit they both had, the whinging and the talking-at-the-same-time. “Now, now.” their mother said patronisingly. “We’ll have great fun here. There’s a lake down the hill where you can go swimming, Patrick, and Jade, I hear they have a magnificent library inside!”

Patrick started heaving their heavy gear out of the boot. “Any chance of you helping at all?” he wheezed to Jade. “Not really.” she said, examining her fingernails. Their mother had an annnoying habit of wandering off and taking pictures when there was work to be done. But Patrick was practical and knew if he didn’t do it, nobody would. Suddenly, a song started playing and Jade fished her phone out of her pocket and answered it. “Hello? Oh, hi Emma! . . .Yeah, I know but at least there’s reception here. Remember that time when. . .”

Jade went off, chatting to her friend on her mobile, leaving Patrick by himself. He had nothing else to do, and he knew it would be half an hour before either of them came back, so he walked up to the hotel. The name on the front said’L'Hotel Fantome’. Patrick had no idea what it meant-he had never learned French- but it sounded cool. There was a looming, dark forest surrounding the hotel, which Jade had wandered into.The building itself was covered in ivy, and looked quite old. It wasn’t in very good condition, some of the windows were broken and most of the roof tiles were missing, but like it or not, this was his home for the next two weeks.

The lobby inside was dark, so he couldn’t see anything at all inside. He stretched out his hand dreamily to open the door. . .

Jade had been strolling through the woods, talking to Emma, when she suddenly heard a voice from behind her. “Jade! Are you okay? What happened?” She turned around and saw Patrick sprinting towards her. “Hellooo? I’m on the phone here!” she snapped at Patrick. “But. . . didn’t you just scream a moment ago?” Jade sighed and spoke into the phone. “Hey, Emma, can I call you back? Yeah, thanks. Bye!” She placed the phone back in her pocket and then looked at Patrick. “So what’s this nonsense about me screaming?”

“I heard a girl’s voice scream just there. I thought it was you and I came to help.” he said, his face as white as snow.

“Honestly,” said Jade, rolling her eyes. “When have you ever heard me scream? And if I was in trouble, the connection would burst up again, wouldn’t it?”

Patrick knew what she meant. Whenever one of them was in danger, a strange telepathic energy came between them and they could read each other’s thoughts for a few moments. It had first happened when Patrick was nearly hit by a car when they were six. He had briefly heard Jade singing a song in her mind. They had discussed it later on, but their parents hadn’t believed them of course. It had happened next when they were eight and Jade had met a bear while they were camping. She had been able to communicate with Patrick and tell him where she was. Afterwards, they figured out it only happened in dangerous situations. The last time the connection came was a few months ago, when their Mom couldn’t see through the snow and nearly crashed. They were sitting next to each other but it still connected them. Jade was right. If she had been in trouble, Patrick could’ve heard her thoughts.

“But if you didn’t scream, then who did?” asked Patrick.

“Maybe it was Mom.” suggested Jade.

“No, no. It was definetely a young girl’s voice.” Patrick’s eyes widened suddenly.

“What if Mom’s looking for us? She must have heard the scream too, it was pretty loud.”

“We better go look for her.” agreed Jade nervously. They started to walk deeper into the woods, calling their mother’s name. They had searched for twenty minutes before they began to get scared. “What do you think happened to her?” whispered Patrick anxiously. “I don’t know.” replied Jade, her voice just as soft. “Maybe she fell and broke her leg. Or maybe she got attacked by a wild animal. Or maybe -”

“Shut up!” hissed Patrick “She’s probably just looking for us as well. Don’t worry, It’ll be fine.”

But after another half an hour, things weren’t looking so good. They were now hopelessly lost and terrified.

“I told you we should have gone right back there.” muttered Patrick.

“No, I’m sure that would bring us back to where we started.” insisted Jade.

“Look, lets just head straight and eventually we’ll come out the other side!”

It seemed like a good plan, but was interuppted almost immediately. “Look!” cried Jade “I saw something over there!” She started running off to the left. “Hey, wait up!” Patrick called after her. Jade ran to the spot where she had seen the figure and started scanning the trees around her, looking for clues. A minute later, Patrick walked into the clearing. “Took your time.” said Jade without looking up. Patrick didn’t say anything, he just held something up for her to see. It was Mom’s camera. “Look at the pictures.” he croaked. Jade took it and started flicking through the photos. Scenery, wildlife, blah blah blah. Jade was about to turn it off until she saw the last picture.

It was a horrifying picture of a bloodstained axe.

6 Abby

My eyes snapped open and I could see the priest preaching the Lord’s Word. I was sitting in a pew in the middle of church and everyone except for some small children and bored teens were listening very intently to the priest. I stood up and genuflected before I exited the doors. No one even glanced at me as I would expect them to. I ran out and knew exactly where I was in the town and ran down the street. My moment increased impossibly fast and I held only one destination in my mind. Home. My view on the world changed completely and I found myself suddenly in my house. I just managed to stop before I ran into the fridge. I sat on the couch to figure out what just happened and came to the best conclusion I could think of. I’m a ghost. I must be able to teleport to places with only a thought. And if I can do that then I can also do other things like read peoples minds and walk through walls. I shut my eyes and thought about my room and when I opened my eyes I was sitting on my bed. Cool. I could hear foot steps coming up the stairs and saw my mom with a basket full of clean cloths walk past my room and head to hers.

“Mom!” I yelled at was about to run to her when a firm hand grabbed my shoulder.

I looked back and saw Patch shaking his head. My mom stopped dead in her tracks and cautiously walked back to my room. She looked around and stared straight at me, only to get teary eyed and walk away. Patch closed the door silently after she was long gone and turned back to me.

“Oh my gosh. She can’t see me can she?”

“No.”

“But she heard me.”

“No one can see, feel, or hear you unless they’re blood related or some special exceptions.”

“But why was she crying?” He frowned and turned on the t.v. He changed it to channel 6, the news and I saw my face.

“And in other news, today marks the day Jenna Beaux went missing 7 months ago. She was last seen at the iceskating rink and there is no trace to where she went or if she is even alive. I you have seen her please call the number on the screen.” Patch clicked the remote and the screen clicked off.

“I’v been dead for 7 months?” he nodded. “And today marks the seventh month anniversary?”

“Yes.”

“So that means today is what? August 17?”

“Yes.”

“I missed summer and school is about to start. And my birthday is in 5 days.”

“Yes. That is when you need to unlock the safe.”

“Oh joy. More information. Please explain.”

“It’s a little complicated.”

“Isn’t everything?”

“Your powers are the strongest on your birthday. That would be the best time to unlock the safe.”

“So you’re saying I have 5 days to figure out the riddle, make the keeper see me, and unlock the safe?”

“Yeah. I guess it’s not as complicated as I thought.” I sighed and sat down on the bed.

“Being dead sucks.”

“Nah. Not really. But there is one more thing you should know.”

“What?”

“If you don’t return to the living in 3 months. You will stuck as a ghost forever and never be able to go to heaven or the living.”

“Oh well that’s just peachy.” I groaned out loud and plunged my face into my pillow. “Can you give me the slightest hint to how or who for that matter is the keeper?”

“Just walk around town. See what your friends have been doing. Have a little fun being a ghost. You can do some pretty cool things. Just remember that you can pick things up but if someone sees you, all they will see is a floating object.”

“Yeah yeah, I’v seen the movies.” He disappeared again but I could tell he was watching what I was doing to make sure I won’t be doing anything reckless.

I looked at the clock. 12:30. Abby would have just got out of church. I thought intently on Abby’s house and opened my eyes to find myself in her yard, the same yard we had so many good laughs in, the yard where I broke my leg and she was freaking out so much that she passed out, the same yard where we shared our first ice cream cone. The door slid open and Abby walked out with a book in her hand and she pulled a table near the hammock so she could set her drink down somewhere. I wanted to call out to her so badly but she might hear me. She is terrified of ghosts and spirits and I would only make her shut herself in her room for a week with nothing but granola bars and a bible. She began to read but ended up shutting it within minutes and walked over to the side of a tree that grew in the corner of her yard. Carved in the side of it were the words ‘Jenna and Abby, Best Friends Forever.’ Every single year we would carve it again at the end of the summer as a reminder of how long we were best friends. It was only 2 years ago when we started putting Hunter in parentheses to show that he was our friend too. Abby looked at all of the carvings and a single tear fell down her cheek. She pulled out a knife and carved once again the words ‘Jenna and Abby, Best Friends.‘ but she paused when she was about to carve ‘Forever.‘ She shook her head and the rest of the tears came, as Abby threw the knife down and ran inside. I picked up the knife and wrote Forever in the bark.

“I promise, Abby. I’ll come back.”

Carla licked her lips. If she killed this guy, a few things could happen. 1. She could get rewarded by the Mafia for stopping this thief. 2. She could end up dead for letting him in in the first place. Or 3. She could hope nobody heard the shot and continue as if nothing had happened. She inclined to go with option two, when the man spoke. “Please don’t kill me! My mother is going to die! I need to save her.” Carla didn’t really care, but then she had an idea. “Yes? Well, where does your mother live?”  “In Ireland,” said the man “She only has two weeks to live.”  “So you have a Visa if you’re going to Ireland, yeah?” asked Carla. “Y-y-yes.” stuttered the man. Carla smiled widely. One of the reasons she hadn’t  escaped from the Mafia was that she had no Visa to get to her home country of Spain. In fact, her real name was not Rogers, but Rodriguez but the previous one was easier to say for these slow-minded Russians. “Okay,” said Carla happily “Here’s the deal. I don’t pull the chain on you, and you take me to Spain.” It wasn’t much of a deal for Paul. If he said no, she would probably kill him. “Fine.” said Paul somewhat reluctantly. “I’ll bring you along. My name’s Paul Kane. What’s yours?” The woman looked insanely smug. “Carla.” she smiled. “Carla Rodriguez.”

They escaped from the HQ rather easily, it has to be said. It seemed that all the mobsters were shooting people, or playing poker or both at the same time. Paul didn’t know what they did, and if Carla did, she didn’t stop to tell him. She was rather pretty when she wasn’t  holding a gun to his head, Paul reflected. He liked the way her long hair fell down over her shoulders and at one point he caught himself dribbling all over his chin.  He had stopped at once, but the embarrassing memory remained. They had climbed the stairs out of the cellar, and had come to a long corridor with a few rooms on either side. he could hear laughter coming from behind the doors and Carla motioned for him to be quiet. They crept along the wall silently, and they had almost reached the end, when Paul sneezed loudly. There was instant silence from the rooms, and Paul could practically see them reaching for their guns.

“What do we do?” he mouthed at Carla. “Run!” she yelled back. So what do you think they did? They ran.

If you’ve ever been chased by gangsters through an unknown building in Russia two weeks before your mother is due to die, you know it’s not as hard as it sounds. Carla knew the way, and they were out of there in no time flat when they were running at top speed. They emerged in a dark alleyway, with the moon shining bright in the sky. How come it’s still night?  wondered Paul It was night when I left, the house and I fell asleep for a while! This sensation is known to us time-travel experts as ‘time lag’, a very rare occurrence where the victim is confused on which time zone s/he is.

Chapter Two of The One Man Army Tell me how you like it

The boy lowered down the radio from the roof of the plane, “Sir I got them,”"Nice job Tyler,” The reply came back almost immediately. “Over and out,” the boy said smiling to himself. He went back into the passengers area because he needed to check on the men. He walked into the room completely aware of the fact that they were awake but didn’t have guns. They were of no threat to him if they didn’t have guns. When he walked into the room however they were gone.

Suddenly he heard the air whoosh behind him. He ducked and kicked backwards hitting someone hard. He whirled around with guns in both hands. They quickly surrendered and the boy handcuffed them. “Thanks,” a passenger said as the passengers got themselves off the floor. “It’s okay,” the boy said. “We’ll be landing soon .” The boy made his way through the passengers and into the pilots cabin. “Okay so I line the miniature airplane to the radar line,” Tyler murmured to himself as he steered the airplane on the line.

“There’s the airplane,” a man whispered to the commander of National security. “Yep and our best spy is in it,” The commander told is the airport manager urgently. “Yes sir We got one ready,” reassured the airport manager. The airplane landed perfectly without a glitch. “Let’s go meet our hero,” the commander said smiling to himself. Once the plane stopped, Tyler walked out carrying three over sized men out of the door. “Sir there all yours,” Tyler responded dropping the men at the commanders feet. By now the passengers were already out of the plane going home as they talked about the young boy who saved them. “You did okay,” the commander tried not to smile. Tyler smiled then asked, “Can we get something to eat.”

The One Man Army
GIVE ME ADVISE PLEASE

“We will be landing soon,” a pilot reassured his passengers looking outside at the stormy mess. In the back of the plane three men in dark suits were talking suspiciously. A little harmless boy with a t-shirt and shorts sat on the seat next to them. The three men looked over the plane calmly. There was nobody who were a threat to their plan. I mean like a little eleven year old could fight them. After all they were trained spies from Russia.

They decided it was time. While two of the men ran to take over the controls the other threatened the passengers with a gun. “Everyone on the floor,” the man shouted waving his gun around crazily. There was a brief moment of shock then the dull hearing of bodies dropping on the floor. “We won’t hurt you just stay still,” The man said looking around. What he didn’t notice was the eleven year old silently crawled under the seats getting closer and closer. Finally the boy reached him standing directly behind him ready for the final blow. The man however sensed his presence and swung his fist in a semi circle right toward his head.

The boy blocked the blow with his left hand and slammed an elbow into his attackers temple. The man toppled to the floor unconscious and the boy grabbed the gun from him and said, “I have a problem,” he said in a deep voice imitating the man’s. “Yes Henry,” said a voice. The door to the pilot cockpit flew open and two men strode in overconfident. “Everything is going………., ” his voice trailed off as he looked at the young boy holding a gun pointed right at him. “Drop your weapons,” The kid demanded impatiently.

“You wouldn’t kill us would you?” the men said nervously. “Fine I won’t kill you,” the boy said looking at them. “You never said I couldn’t hurt you,” he told them while shooting the gun in rapid succession at both of there legs. Once they collapsed with pain the boy vaulted over them and into the pilots chair. “Oh its in autopilot,” he murmured to himself while adjusting the gears so they could land at the nearest airport.

On Monday, school was okay. Surprisingly, math is the most interesting class of the day. Not because math is a particuarly interesting subject, but because I sit near some pretty strange people. For example, today I heard somebody calling “Danielle” and I turned around and one of the craziest kids in my class said “Hi.” Honestly, I don’t know how I keep sane.

JANUARY 15, 2012

Did I ever describe my class’s cliques? I’ve looked through and apparently I didn’t. This is long overdue.

Girls

1. Gossip Lovers- gossipus loverie- Known as the “root of all gossip”. Love spreading rumors. Pretend to innocently ask you personal questions and then spread rumors about you. Most popular.

Likes: Gossiping, Being Mean, Rumors

Dislikes: Anybody who stands up to them, Anybody who’s different

2. Popular Clique- annoyingus populares- Known as tight-knit, exclusive group. Friendly to others, but still tight-knit.

Likes: Origami, Sports, Dancing, Anything Cool

Dislikes: Anything that’s uncool.

3. In-Betweeners- Betweenus-  Known for being not cool, but not uncool. Liked by most. Where I am.

Likes: Being Different, Sarcasm

Dislikes: Wannabes, People With Egos

Boys

1. Obnoxious and Popular- jerkus popularie- most boys. Known for being jerks.

Likes: Teasing Girls, Especially In-Betweeners, Hit Songs

Dislikes: N/A

2. In-Betweeners- betweenus- Boys who are okay.

Likes: Stupidity, Stupid Games

Dislikes: N/A

I went upstairs and took the pins out of my hair. I took off the clothes Mrs. Peabody gave me. I had brought with me some old bedclothes I had. I put those on and climbed in to bed.  There was a knock on the door. “Who is it?”, I called. “Mrs. Peabody.” I tensed up, pinned up my hair again, and covered myself with the blanket so that she wouldn’t be able to see my feminine bedclothes. “Come in.”, I called. “I just came in to say good-night and give this glass of water.”, she said, placing a glass on the ornately carved, mahogany bedside table. And with that, she left.

Another knock. Caleb came in with some thin silver instrument, perhaps a flute or a piccolo. “You said you absolutely adore music. I play the flute and thought you might want to hear me play.”, he said and started to play. He really got very excited, jumping up and doing a little jig while playing. I laughed and clapped. “Bravo!” I said when he finished, bursting in to applause. “‘Thank you.  My instructor will be proud.”, he replied. He left, smiling broadly.

That night, I dreamt a quite interesting dream. I’m in the palace’s ballroom, dancing with Caleb. All of the sudden, I trip. I end up beneath my mother’s feet, my mother looking down and saying, “Why are you here? You moved out.” After that, the world went black.

The next day, after breakfast, I leave, thanking Mr. and Mrs. Peabody, and kissing each of the Peabodys on the cheek.

Here is a short story i worked on a while back. It’s not my best work, but please still enjoy!

Mr. Shadow by dinodude29

International espionage is dangerous work. There have been many great spies, but none quite as heroic and smart as The Shadow. Mr. Shadow. He has done many important things, never recognized, always worthy. This is one of his stories. Well, a shadow.

Mr. Donovan, or The Shadow woke up at 5:00 am as he did every morning, because it was important no one knew where or why he was going. He jumped out of bed and threw on his button-down shirt and sports jacket. He grabbed a banana and ran to his car, a porsche. He flew down the highway to the National Security Agency HQ in Washington, D.C. He ran in and suddenly his colleague Cole ran to him.

“Shadow, we need you. We’ve got a bad one. Mr. Gilman needs you now!”

Cole sputtered. Shadow nodded and ran to the office. Mr. Gilman saw him and turned on the T.V. A picture of the Pentagon appeared.

“We just got a security breach down here at the Pentagon. It may be the most secure building on earth, but they got in. 5 vital very confidential files are missing. This is dangerous. We know from some suspicious sources that the Scorpion Gang is responsible. There is a party tonight at Nicholas Resort you need to get into. A member of the Scorpion gang will be there. Shadow, the fate of the world is in your hands. Take it or leave it.” Mr. Gilman said. “Now for your gadgets. X was working till this morning on these, and apparently he is very excited.”

And it sure was exciting! The first gadget was a nylon thread grappling pen, capable of holding up to 300 pounds. The second was a watch that was a computer, bomb, tape recorder and bug scanner. Last but not least, a belt that had 3 modes: detonator mode, parachute mode, saw mode, and a mode that shot a sleeping needle.

“Awesome! I’ll be at the party when it starts tonight.” Shadow said, then left.

***

At 5:30 that night, Mr. Shadow was in his tuxedo at Nicholas Resort, hair combed smooth and his pen, watch, and brief case at the ready. The victorian hall was tall and wide, beautifully furnished and what seemed like hundreds of guests laughing and talking. He walked over to a sparkling punch bowl and poured himself a glass. He saw many people over at the tables playing cards. Suddenly he saw him. The Scorpion agent. Shadow walked to the table and joined the game. Whenever Shadow looked up, the Scorpion agent was looking at him.

At the end of the poker game everybody put the cards down. Shadow had won! It was an all card royal flush – hands-down win! Shadow smiled. He mingled a bit more and then went to the restroom. On his way there he saw the Scorpion agent talking on the phone. When he was finished, he pressed a button and through it out the window. There was a flash and smell of smoke. Then he walked out the door. Shadow followed. They finally got outside and the Scorpion agent got into a waiting car. Suddenly two men ran and jumped! It was a trap!

The first man ran and swung a fist. Shadow sidestepped and shot the sleeping dart from the belt. The man stumbled and fainted. Suddenly, the second man pulled a dart gun out. Shadow twirled in a graceful yet effective Karate kick, blowing the dart gun out of the hand. The man stumbled back onto the ground. When he got up, Shadow had already screeched down the road in his porsche in chase with the other Scorpion car.

As you may imagine, zooming down a dark Pennsylvania country road at 70 miles an hour may be difficult, but not for Mr. Shadow. He had some experience. The other Scorpion car’s driver had some too. But not quite enough. Shadow opened his door and swung around onto his hood. The other driver saw him and bumped into the car! They just had come beside a very large and deep ravine and now Shadow’s car was flying off the side! Shadow took the pen and shot it into the Scorpion car’s side as his car flipped and burst into a cloud of red and orange flame. Shadow felt himself being jerked and twirled through the air onto the Scorpion car’s hood.

Shadow regained balance and kicked open the windshield. He cartwheeled into the back seat and saw a silver briefcase. The files! He reached out for the briefcase but the Scorpion agent latched onto Shadow’s hand. They stared at each other for a second in a moment of suspense when suddenly Shadow, with his other hand, reached and pressed the bomb feature on his watch. The wrist strap automatically opened and Shadow grabbed the silver briefcase. The Scorpion agent, wide-eyed, watched as the watch flashed with a bang while he dropped it on to the floor.

The car burst into flame and sparks flew, spreading it. Shadow opened the door and was about to jump when the car screeched to a halt, jerking him. The car had stopped at an abandoned warehouse. Or so he thought. Suddenly, the Scorpion agent turned and flashed an evil smile. About 20 men where coming out from behind the warehouse, carrying dart guns. The men grabbed the briefcase and Shadow from the car. Shadow watched as the driver and the Scorpion gang member got out from the flaming car. He felt the itch of rope being tightly tied around his hands and legs. He suddenly bounded out of the way and rolled on the ground. He twisted the rope around and off, using it sort of like a whip. Suddenly he felt a pinch in his leg. A tranquilizer dart! He tore it off, but it seemed heavy…heavy… Mr. Shadow fell to the ground.

***

Shadow woke up the next morning feeling light-headed. He shook it off and looked at his surroundings. He was in a white lab, tied to a steel chair. Outside the morning countryside light seeped through the window, illuminating the lab. On a table net to him there was the silver briefcase. The top-secret files were in a pile. Shadow looked. It was blueprints for what looked like a rocket. Wait, the nuclear warhead rocket! It had been confiscated from testing years ago because of the unstable makeup and it’s ability to wipe out a country in seconds. And now the Scorpion gang had it. Suddenly, the door opened and the Scorpion gang’s leader walked in and smiled. He grabbed the file and scanned it over. He spoke sinisterly.

“Ah, The Shadow. You will be enraged to hear that our rocket has met all the specifications of the blueprints. It will be launched towards the White House in 8 minutes. It will hopefully wipe out the U.S. and possibly Quebec. I will escape in a helicopter to India. There is nothing you can do.” the Scorpion leader laughed maniacally and left.

Shadow smiled and got up. While the man was talking, he had taken out a pocketknife he keeps in his belt and started working away at the knot. He was free, but he reminded himself he needed to stay focused. He kicked open a door and found himself in a hangar. Hundreds of technicians, assistants, and guards where walking around doing their own thing. On a giant blue billboard was a timer of when the rocket would launch. 6 minutes. All the workers where running to the helicopters, glancing worriedly at the timer. Shadow scanned the room and saw a computer. He ran to it and saw that it was the on that programmed the rockets course. He tried changing it but it was encoded with a powerful hacker’s firewall. Even for The Shadow, that would be at least 15 minutes. Now the only way to stop it would be in the rocket itself. Shadow saw all the helicopters were starting to take off! He ran and jumped on the rocket’s side ladder and started climbing. The helicopters saw him and started zooming towards him. Shadow got to the top and clicked open his hush puppy drill saw shoe. He cut a circle in the top and dropped inside just as a helicopter’s blades sliced the air above him. He looked around at the mess of wires and servos. Any other person would not know what to do, even an engineer, but  Mr. Shadow did.

As he was about to pluck some wires, he heard the helicopters  rudders die away. They were retreating. But why? Suddenly, there was a loud beep all around Shadow and he was jerked to the floor with indescribable g-forces. It was all he could not to faint. Shadow groggily looked at the altimeter feature on his watch. 9,000 ft. Already? He tore up off the floor and started tearing wires. Wear was that plug?  15,000 ft. There it was! Shadow’s ears were shrieking but he had to concentrate. 19,000 ft. Shadow tore the wire and twisted a lever. Suddenly the rocket started twirling and shaking all around. Shadow banged out the hole he had sawed in the rocket and twisted and flipped in the air. Above him the rocket exploded, shooting red and orange cloud all over the place. Shadow could feel the heat searing down on him. A million pieces of large smoking debris zoomed past him. Shadow looked up at the giant red mushroom cloud 5,000 above him. Would it reach him? The helicopters? No, not him. He pressed the parachute feature on his belt and the large nylon tarp pillowed over him. He drifted safely down into the middle of a large countryside field. He pulled off the parachute and put on his earpiece.

“Hey Cole, mission accomplished. Go to the abandoned warehouse on Walnut road. The files are in a makeshift lab in a silver briefcase.” Shadow said.

“Congratulations! We’ll send some men over ASAP. Wait, what about the gang members? Did they get away?” Cole asked. Shadow looked on the horizon. The fleet of helicopters were being hit by the falling debris and flipping to the ground. Shadow grinned.

“Get the police and the ambulance down by the farm areas on Chestnut road. Look for a stack of helicopters in flames. Oh, and when I find the nearest road, could you send a bus?”

The Shadow started walking.

***

The next day Mr. Shadow was back at NSA headquarters being congratulated by Mr. Gilman.

“You did great, Shadow. The country owes you our gratitude. You don’t need to worry, the people in the helicopters are fine. The prison hospital is nicer than you’d expect. You have saved thousands of innocent people who will never know what you did. Thank you.” Mr. Gilman said.

“Just how I like it.” The Shadow said.

Mr. Shadow smiled, put on his coat, and disappeared.

THE END

Carla Rogers was in a heap of trouble. It had started when she realised she was selling firearms and ammunition to the Russian Mafia. She shuddered. That was bad enough. But when the Mafia got into a fix and lost all their weapons, they blamed Carla. They were sure she had ratted them out. So they kidnapped her to make sure she didn’t say anything else. Now she was stuck guarding this stupid cellar full of illegal weaponry. She was extremely pretty, with light brown hair and a tanned body, so she wasn’t the sort you’d expect to be involved in this line of business. But at least her orders were clear. Make sure nobody gets inside the cellar the big boss man had said,  If they do, we could go down and I’d make sure you would go down with us. Well, things could be worse. There could be someone inside the cellar. Just then, she heard a noise from behind her. Someone was inside the cellar.

It could have been hours, it could have been five minutes. Paul had no idea how long he’d been asleep. He only knew the longer he stayed here, the more dangerous the situation became. He was in the Russian Mafia’s headquarters, or more accurately, their cellar. He had had dealings with the Mafia once, trying to obtain some illegal medicine to cure his uncle of cancer. Let’s just say it didn’t work out, and Paul’s uncle died the next day. He had hoped never to return, but his wishes were sadly denied. The cellar was full of crates and there was only one door, over in the corner. He stood up, his confusion from the the time-travel passed, and stumbled over to the door. He was still a little drowsy though, and banged his knee on a crate, knocking it to the floor. There was a loud crash, and then silence. Paul held his breath, waiting for the Mafia to  come storming in with their sub-machine guns raised, like they did in the films. However, after a minute of silence, it seemed he had escaped detection. He started to walk again and then, just as he reached the door, it burst open. Paul didn’t have time to register what had happened, when as quick as lightning, he was knocked to the floor with a pistol pressed to his head.

5 Ghost

Everything seemed to blur around me. I couldn’t make sense of anything as time flew by. If I was even in a world where time exists. So this is what it feels like to be dead? Normal? No incredible warmth or ice cold feelings? Is this how I will exist for all of eternity? I was questioning death for who knows how long until I finally came back to the reality I was trapped in. I made my way back to the doctor and sat in the chair next to him.

“I see you’re finally back up on you feet.”

“I float remember? You have to say ‘I see you’re finally floating again.’” I had no idea why I was felling funny. Was humor a stage of grief?

“I don’t think we have been properly introduced. I’m the angel Patch. I look over all who come into this realm.”

“Realm. This is Heaven? Where is everyone?”

“No you’re not in Heaven.”

“Purgatory?”

“Nope.”

“Then where am I? I can’t be in hell, can I? I mean I haven’t do that bad of things. If I have then I can’t wait to see where Bianca ends up.”

“No you are not in hell. You are still technically on earth.”

“What?! So I’m a ghost?”

“Yeah you could say it like that.”

“Then what’s going on!”

“It’s a bit complicated.”

“Patch. Tell me.”

“Well you have noticed how you’re the only one here. That’s because you’re the only ghost that’s existed in over 50 years.”

“I still don’t understand. Do I need to get some help from a medium to help find the light or something.”

“No. That’s only in the movies. You have been specially chosen to go back.”

“Go back?”

“To the living.”

“Whoa. Are you saying there is a way to live? Even though I died?”

“Yes. God must have bigger plans for you.”

“Well that would have been nice to know before I went into a mental breakdown. So what do I have to do?”

“How should I know? I’m only supposed to get you this far. All I’m allowed to tell you is that you’re supposed to find the key to unlock the safe.”

“Oh gosh. Please don’t turn this into riddles. I am horrible at figuring them out.”

“Unlock the safe. That’s it. It will open easily to you but you have to make its keeper see you. That’s where you will have a bit of trouble.”

“Keeper of safe sees you, safe opens, live again. Got it. Uh who’s the keeper?”

“I can’t say anymore. Later.”

He disappeared and I was left alone. Great. Now I’ll have to figure out how to get out of here all by myself. I roamed the halls and looked for an exit sign or a ‘this way to earth!’ sign. I finally saw a blinding light shine in my eyes as soon as I turned a corner. The light grew brighter and brighter until I was consumed by it and entered another world.

**OK I”M BACK! sorry i was caught up in this AMAZING BOOK. and i never got the chance to write but the book is over and i’m typing again. at least for a little while. so right now i am way backed up on Barbarian but i have up to chapter 12 in Ghost so i’ll be posting those while i write Barbarians. and just to ask, has anyone else seen their profile pictures? They look like doodles and stuff but i didn’t post them. I like my. It has wings. I guess someone figured out the whole ALooseAvian title thing. ok i’m rambling on. Leave comments!! Give me tips on writing (I need it)! Do whatever!!! And I have been keeping up with posts but I haven’t commented in a while. ugh! Rambling sorry sorry. Later everyone! Keep writing!!**

Chapter Two of The Fugitive

Quickly he pressed himself against the floor hearing the bullets pass overhead he quickly crawled toward the back exit. He knew they would have the place surrounded but maybe he could sneak across the alleys. He decided that it was worth it. He quietly flittered out the door then stubbed his toe on a garbage can causing a loud noise. He sighed and whispered angrily, “Focus Ryan Focus.” He jumped over another trash can barely making it then he ran for what he was worth.

He knew that they would check the house to make sure they killed him and that would buy him some time. As he snuck by his neighbors garage he knew he needed a vehicle so he disabled the alarm and snuck inside. Looking around he saw no cars just a four wheeler. So without hesitation he opened the garage and raced down the driveway. He heard yelling coming from the house and put the pedal to the medal. He knew this was going it was going to be close.

He had two options whether to die or try. He decided the later. The fugitive raced around a corner pulling up beside Southwest Airport He saw a plane in the airway getting ready so he climbed a tree then jumped over the fence. He ran like he never ran before. Dodging cars and trucks he noticed a luggage escalator that was almost done. Before it was done unloading he had jumped in a huge bag and lay there silently. “Sir the luggage is done.” “We’re clear for liftoff.” a voice said right over him.

Ryan woke up to the sound of people screaming, “Help me help me.” He felt the plane doing a nose dive toward the floor. He scrambled out of the bag and into the seating area. He almost wished he didn’t. There was two men in sky masks yelling, “Everyone down.” I went back inside so they wouldn’t see me. “Why my plane,” Ryan grumbled thinking. He quickly yelled and screamed as loud as he could Hearing a one of them approach, “Hey you check it out,” a voice said. The footsteps got closer and closer. Finally one opened the door and shut it behind him peering around cautiously. He glanced at me hiding behind the door and before he could react I had knocked him unconscious.

Zak yanked the door open and fell. Down, down…around him, scenes of his life replayed before his eyes. The dustbin he was abandoned in, the orphanage, the bullies, meeting Detroit, the murders, school…falling…he couldn’t stop…and all around, the laughter continued.

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I love writing dreams. I really do. The creepier, the better. So, while writing the dream sequence I had “Nobody’s Home” by Avril Lavigne playing. It got to that EXACT bit in the song….and I had to chuck it in(: Of course, I changed the lyrics a bit to make it match. But hey. Full credit goes to Avril(:
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Paul toppled forward but he never hit the floor. Instead, his mind seemed to disconnect from his body, and it seemed to zoom inside the little silver orb. Just then, Paul realised that maybe time-travel wasn’t such a great idea after all. He started shooting through his life, and it happened in a single second, as though time didn’t exist here. Then, as he reached the point he had chosen, he was flung forward into a vortex of time. It was completely silver, the same colour as the orb. It seemed to last forever, though in reality it was less than a nanosecond. Then, finally, his feet touched solid ground.

He was in a cellar. It was hard to tell much else through the silver mist still blocking his vision, but even he could see that much. It took a few minutes for his eyes to clear, but when they did, he looked at his surroundings carefully. Paul knew this place, he was sure of it, but it remained at the edge of his memory, just beyond reaching point. He looked at his watch. It had of course, stopped. Paul chuckled. This was just like a science fiction film. He got to his feet and started to walk. He managed three steps, before falling flat on his face with exhaustion. As he felt himself slipping into unconsciousness, he remembered where he’d seen this cellar before. And it was not good. Not good at all.

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Hi guys! Thanks for reading this short episode of “Reverse”. If you did read it, well done, please leave a comment. If you skipped to the end, damn you. I’ve just read through my story and I realise it’s highly cliched. I didn’t realise this when I was writing, but I kind of ripped off Doctor Who. If you’ve ever seen it, you know what I mean. If you haven’t, go watch it now. Great show.

Any way, thanks for reading, keep following Reverse, there’s much more to come and always comment!      XD