Day: 14. February 2012

Paul glared at her. “I don’t think you appreciate just how sore it is to break your leg.” “No, I don’t” said Carla “Now get up. All of our money is in that room, along with whatever that thing is in your trombone case.” As you can see here, Carla is acting rather frosty to Paul, even though he’d saved her and he’d broken his leg. Paul managed to stand up on one leg, while leaning on the fence, but as soon as he let go, he tumbled down again. “Ah, dammit.” he growled “You just go and get help. The fire might not have burned our stuff yet.” Carla, glad to be out of Paul’s presence, readily agreed. She walked along the barrier of the flaming hotel, until she was out of sight.

Paul took some time to study his surroundings, ignoring the searing pain in his leg. They had landed in a field behind the hotel, with only a thick, dark forest on either side. He decided that he had better move away from the building, just in case some sparks came rushing. Paul then noticed something strange as he was moving the matress away in a weird sort of crawl. Their room was the only one on fire! The other suites were completely untouched. And then a spring of questions came into Paul’s head like dominos.

Who had set their room on fire? Why weren’t the fire alarms on? Where was the fire brigade and all the hotel assistants he’d seen earlier? His questions were answered when a dark, ominous shape moved out from the cover of the forest trees. It was the Russian man Carla had tackled in Moscow. There was a cruel, vicious grin on his face as he walked towards Paul. And then other figures were coming out from their hiding spots in the woods. But it wasn’t the kind of hiding place like, let’s go and hide and he can’t find us! It was more like, let’s hide and jump out when he’s completely helpless!

Paul tried to scream as the huge man approached him but he couldn’t find his voice. He had nothing to stand up on or lean against, so it was little trouble for the Mafia man to just shove him into the bag he had in his enormous, beefy hand. Paul’s last view was of the dozens of gangsters smiling at him wickedly. “Now for the girl.” snarled Muscle Mouth and then everything went black.

Carla edged along the hotel until she reached the door. When she walked into the lobby, it was completely deserted. Strange thought Carla Well, they’re probably upstairs. She ran over to the stairs and started to climb, not taking the elavator as she had been taught whenever there was a fire drill. When she reached the floor with their room, her eyes widened in shock. The flames had almost completely destroyed the corridor, and the acrid smell of smoke filled her nostrils. She knew that she couldn’t get their belongings, as much as she wanted to. The fire was just too big. If she had got upstairs a minute earlier, she would have been able to. Carla was so angry she felt like kicking something. And then, someone kicked her in the legs very hard. Carla collapsed to her knees, and then lashed out behind her, on pure instinct. She jabbed person behind her in the stomach and then twisted around. There was a young woman in a catsuit, clutching herself and groaning. For a second, Carla thought that she had just punched an innocent woman, but then she saw the glint in her eyes.

Carla tried to move but it was too late. The woman’s fist collided with her forehead. “Ouch.” muttered Carla and then she passed out.

The next night, I just came to the brook, sat, and talked with the boy. He told me his name was Elijah. We talked about ourselves. We hugged, kissed, and I left.

The moonlight shone upon me like a spotlight. I was in a contemplative mood. I thought about Caleb and Elijah, comparing them in my mind. I liked Elijah more, but Caleb is closer by. The thoughts tumbled around in my head like the earth during a quake.  I heard a distant rumble and it started to pour. Lightning flashed in the sky. I felt the fury of the sky underneath me. I felt sound and light converge beneath me. I ran for cover. I heard a voice. “Hello.” I turned and saw Elijah. We started to laugh uncontrollably. All of a sudden, the sky’s fury seemed small.

The next morning, I found something interesting. I went behind the house. I found a small, striped, gray kitten. I brought him inside. I  ran out to buy some cream and some more food (particularly fish.) I came back and found two saucers. I poured cream in to one and put fish in the other. The kitten gobbled up the fish hungrily and lapped up the cream. He then curled up in the chair and fell asleep. I giggled as he batted the air with his paws. I imagined him dreaming of a magical land of fish and yarn and giggled. I then decided to call him Slugger.

Paul was roughly woken up by Carla at four in the afternoon. “Whas goin’ on?” he mumbled sleepily. “FIRE!!” screamed Carla, slapping him hard on the cheek. He blinked the sleep out of his eyes and stood up. Half of the room was bathed in flames. Unfortunatley, this half included the door. “What do we do?” he gasped “We have to jump, I’m afraid.” said Carla, smiling grimly, pointing to the balcony. Paul nodded. “Okay.”

Jumping off the balcony is not as hard as it sounds, providing the building is not on fire, there is no Mafia hitmen waiting to shoot you full of lead the moment you touch the ground and you are not accompanied by an adventure-crazy Spanish woman. The third of these was causing almost as much trouble as the fire. Carla was bouncing on the beds for some reason and jumping over the flames. “Carla!” roared Paul “We need to go!” Carla blinked, and then frowned. “Go?” she echoed “Why?” Paul sighed. There wasn’t time for this. He picked Carla up in a fireman’s lift and stumbled over to the balcony door. Looking down, he realised he was much higher up then he had previously thought. He let go of the bemused Carla and pulled the matress of the bed. Paul licked his lips and then he through it down. Okay he thought now it’s our turn. He grabbed Carla again and jumped.

They seemed to be sailing through the air for ages, both of them screaming. Carla was yelling with exhilaration, Paul was screaming because it’s what people tend to do when they jump out of burning buildings. And then they landed, in a crumpled heap on the matress. For a moment they seemed okay, and then the pain kicked in. Paul seized his leg and cried out in agony.

“Ah, shut up.” muttered Carla, slightly annoyed that Paul had just saved her. She was meant to be independent, the leader of the pack. And what had she been doing? Bouncing on the bed while Paul saved their lives. It was literally killing her ego.

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Hi guys. Sorry I didn’t write more but I have extreme writers block, so it took me a while just writing this. Please leave comments and give me ideas.  Ahhhhh! D: writers block is so annoying!

Element Ep 9: Captain Of The Aliens

Later: Safe house

Dan reached the safe house to find that there is no one there! It seems they took them by surprise, but they too powerful for them. “More aliens?” said Dan lazily. Then he rushed towards them.

People would say that they have an infinite amount of people. I’d say it would be a thousand! Dan smashed right through. He closed his eyes hoping for the best. He rolled over, got up and turned around. He gave a couple of stars for them to feed on and blew them up.

He held his hands up in the sky. Yellow spikes floated above it. Dan threw them forward. All of it cut through the aliens.

He flew down. They surrounded him. Now they jumped on him to suffocate him. He then cut a hole in the bundle. Some of them bounced away. Dan flew up and twisted himself around. He gave a few more blasts before they were all gone.

Dan flew down to rest, but another alien came (the same one that was in the meteor). It held up a gun with a purple disc in it. “Goodbye,” it said. It pulled the trigger and the disc flew out straight towards Dan.

Dan jumped to one side, but the disc followed. “Man, how do I get past this thing?” Dan wondered aloud. “There’s no escape, human.” The alien said. The disc cut down a big Maple Tree as it pursued Dan. Dan had an idea and flew to the volcano rim. When he looked around, he saw the disc circling the volcano. When it was in front of him, it rushed forward.

Dan tilted back and the disc came for his head. Dan dodged and the disc went into the ground. It was stuck, but when it came out, lava came one millilitre at a time. The disc slowly came up to Dan. “It didn’t work…” Dan said surprisingly.

Then the disc crumbled into a million pieces. Dan then gave a relieved sigh. He noticed blood dripping slowly down his cheek and he also noticed a sting. He didn’t know where it came from, but he knew it was the disc.

Meanwhile: Safe house

The alien waited and waited until Dan came. It was furious. “You made me made angry!” Dan shouted in a loud voice, “You messed my handsome face!” Dan powered up. Sparkles again, shined his broad, muscular body. “Wow,” said the alien sarcastically, “you transformed.”

“You should know… I am the captain of the aliens.” Said the alien.

“Who cares,” said Dan back.

“You should because I am Mesphar.”

“Big deal.”

Mesphar was now really angry and started transforming. In the blink of an eye, he had scaly armour, with a halo on his head.

“Sibenzakure,” said Dan (it’s pronounced si-ben-za-koo-re).

A thousand star came for Mesphar. “Shield Ala Mu!” A shield surrounded Mesphar. When the shield and the stars collided, Earth shook. Mesphar was not hurt and came at Dan by surprise.

A blade came from his knee. Mesphar put it in Dan’s stomach, took it out and flew away.

To Be Continued…