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| cmarrin1 | Jun 20 2012, 08:05 AM Post #1 |
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Feel free to suggest story titles I picked up the phone, and heard nothing but what sounded like a thousand snakes slithering over each other. After a few moments of the sickening squirming noise, a voice came on the line. Hoarse and rough, as if he was gargling gravel, with a South-English accent. He was anything but classy. he said, "How do you like the sound of my pets?". My skin crawled. "You've caused me enough trouble. What could you possibly want?", I responded. He chuckled to himself, as if it was all a game to him. This man was unstable, and at any moment he could snap. "I don't need anything from you. On the contrary, you just might need something from me..", he teased. Choosing my words carefully, in a low tone I said, "I don’t know what you’re talking about.". Laughing again, he exclaimed between fits of mirth, "I was under the impression that you had something of mine! Not that I need it back of course, owning it was more a curse than a blessing." "What could this little thing possibly do to me?", I shot back. "So you admit you have it, that was easy!", he quickly yelled, his hoarse voice cracking with joy. "That's what it does to you, boy. Just when you don't expect it, things change.". I gave a sarcastic laugh, "Oh, I can't wait.". "Good luck boy, you'll need it.", the voice responded. The only other noise heard after that was a faint click, and the low drone of an empty line. I slammed the phone down on the receiver, and sprinted upstairs. Hidden in the back of my top shelf, I pulled out the mysterious contraption. The same mysterious contraption that the hoarse voice called a “curse”. It was a mess of pointed golden and silver cogs, all overlapping around a solid, jade coloured cube. I had no idea what this thing could possibly do to me, or how the voice on the other end of the line could possibly have known anything about it. This thing had been in my room for as long as I could remember. I thought it was just a weird kid's toy. Walking out of my room, I turned around for a brief moment, just to throw the cube onto my bed. But as it was leaving my hand, one of the many cogs sliced into my palm. I quickly recoiled, holding my wrist in my other hand. The cut went deep into my palm, and blood was dripping down my arm. But what was more disturbing, was the reaction of the cube. As it landed on my bed, leaving a few small drops of crimson blood, the gears were moving. They spun over each other, a new gear being spun into action after every rotation. I slowly walked over to examine the machine. Just as I leaned down to get a closer look, the phone rang again. I picked up the cube and ran downstairs. Dashing to the phone, I picked it up and screamed into the mic, “What the hell does this thing do?!”. That skin crawling slithering sound faintly played in the background. The same, dry, crackling voice came through the speaker. “Hah, I see you’ve discovered the Cube’s main function. You’ve made a grave mistake, I hope you know.”. I panicked. Not only was this thing about to do something big, now there’s more than one function? “Where the hell did this thing come from?”, I exclaimed. “Oh you’ll find out soon enough. Things are about to change, big things. Be prepared, Jason.”, he calmly responded. My stomach dropped. I never told him my name. I was about to snap, when I was met with the low drone again. I stared at the cube, sitting on my table. So many questions were racing through my head, and all the answers lied in that cube. If only I knew how to tap into them.. Gripping the jade colored mess of gears, I threw it into an old worn-down drawstring bag, and ran out of the house, with no idea what to do. For the first time ever, Jason Whittaker didn't have a plan. The same guy who had been through almost 16 years of sneaking out of the house, stealing his way into a solid profit, and bending the rules to get his own way. But now he, or I, was helpless. Getting onto my bike, I pushed on the pedals as hard as I could and sped down the road, finally figuring out a destination. The only way to get rid of my problems, to stop the dreaded calls, was to get rid of the cause. Bombing down the hill, not even looking to see the oncoming car, I flew past, hearing the furious horns from behind. Finally reaching my goal, I threw the bike to the curb and walked across the damp, leaf covered grass. I stood on the shore of Lake Simmons, the home to countless Whittaker memories. I didn't want it to be the home of this thing, but I had no choice. I swung my bag off of my shoulder, and reached inside. Carefully pulling the contraption out, not wanting to cut myself again, it's gears slowly spun in my palm. They had dramatically gained speed since the start of all this, but their rotations were still pretty slow. The ironwork of the gears, was phenomenal. Every single notch, all of the curvy, victorian-style engravings, were all extremely well done. The bag fell from my shoulder, and onto the ground in front of me, as I took a closer look at the machine. It was pulsing, giving off a waving aura, and it seemed that the core of the cube was giving off a faint glow, coloured a deep jade green. I took a deep breath, gripped the cube, raised my arm, and threw it as hard as I could. Spiraling through the air, I watched as the mess of gears flew a good 50 feet, but suddenly stopped. And I mean STOPPED. It was floating in mid-air, and my hands scratched my eyes to make sure I wasn't hallucinating. Slowly spinning on an angle, it hovered there for a good 30 seconds. I hadn't even noticed, but the sky was suddenly overtaken by a thick layer of grey and black clouds. It was glowing that deep jade green so intensely, the whole lake reflected the shimmering emerald light. The cube plummeted into the water, and landed with an anti-climatic *plop*. I was in shock. I didn't understand a thing that just happened, and was having trouble breathing. I turned around to see if anyone was witnessing this, but there was no one. "Hello?", I called out, to no avail. There wasn't anyone anywhere. Even in the nearby houses, all the previously parked cars were suddenly gone. Slowly stepping forward, I heard a faint noise from behind me. Listening closely, I couldn't make out what it was, but it sounded like.. hissing. Just as the thought of the man on the phone reached my mind, my legs were grabbed. My face landed in the dirt, and I flipped myself over to see dozens of scaly, slick, and jade coloured snakes wrapping themselves around my legs. They were pulling me toward them, towards the water, which was now giving off a radiant green glow. I screamed, kicking away the snakes. "Help! Help me!", the noise echoed against the empty air. No one was here for me, and every time my leg kicked away two or three snakes, another dozen emerged from the water. I held my breath, and used the last of my energy to give out one last powerful kick. But one of the snakes dodged to the side, and bared it's curved, transparent fangs at me. Before I could react, it lunged forward and sunk its fangs into my shin. Ever gotten a needle? Yeah, it wasn't that peaceful. A burning pain seeped through my leg, as the snake's presumably deadly venom coursed through my veins. I forced out a painful wail, someone had to have heard that. Still, no one rushing to my aid. Slowly drifting into unconsciousness, the last thing I felt was water slowly creeping up my legs. My bed felt a lot more comfortable than usual underneath me, as I rolled onto my side and began to drift off to sleep. But then it hit me. I threw myself upwards, my blankets falling to the side. What had happened down at the lake? I had no idea how I had survived that, and even more important, how did I get home? Suddenly the phone was ringing. Before my own realization, my feet were sprinting down the stairs, and my hand was reaching for the phone. "What the hell did you do to me?!", I roared, not waiting for a greeting. But before any response, I listened close. There was no faint hissing sound, and a different voice came on. "What's wrong hon? Is somebody bothering you?", my sweet mother questioned. She was always looking out for me, no matter what I got myself into. She always seemed to understand me when I was in trouble, but however, she was never light on punishment. "It's.. nothing, Mom.", I muttered. "I'm sure there's something, you know, you could always tell me..", she implored. "I'm just tired, Mom. There is something I need you to tell me though.. You know that cube that's been collecting dust for eternity in my room?" "Yeah, what about it?", she was still using her worried voice, raising the pitch of every last word of every last sentence. "Where'd you get it? I was, um, just examining it, and it's really nice. I'd like to see more of that kind of thing.", I managed to maintain my cover. "You don't remember? Hon, that was a gift from me. I'd think you'd remember something like that..", she seemed to be getting sad, not just worried anymore. I almost immediately felt a pang of guilt. "Oh, I think I remember now. Sorry, Mom. I'll see you when you get home, when is that?" "Your father and I are staying until Wednesday, will you be good for the next three days?" "Yeah, yeah. See ya, Mom.", and after that, I hung up. I was almost positive I never got that cube from her. The oldest memory of mine just has it still sitting in my room. She said it was three days until Wednesday, which made it already Monday. I was out, presumably in the lake, for a whole day. What happened to me? What happened to the cube? Ever since those vicious snakes pulled me into the lake, that was the last I saw of it. The only answer was to go back. It was probably one of the stupidest decisions I ever made, but I did it. My bike hit the curb again, as I walked towards the lake. The crystal clear water was completely normal, as if nothing had ever happened. Looking around again, the streets were empty. Something was still up here, and I had to get to the bottom of it. At that moment, I had no idea what was going through my head. But in an instant, my shirt and jeans were on the grass, and I was walking towards the shore. The water was freezing cold, it being mid-November at the time. But that alone couldn't stop me. I dived in, and swam as fast as I can to the very bottom. The murky water shielded my eyes from seeing anything, all I had to guide me was a faint green glow coming from the bottom of the lake. I knew for sure this was what I was looking for. Finally reaching the bottom, I picked the cube up in my hand, ready to carry it to the top. But the second it reached my hands, the overlapping gears began to spin with tremendous speed, ripping my hands open instantly. The slices went deep into my palms, and my blood gushed out of my palms. It was gruesome, and my head was getting light either from the loss of blood, or the loss of air. I pulled back as much as the water permitted me to; I wasn't the strongest swimmer. But the cube didn't want to let go, and I was losing breath fast. After what seemed like hours of tearing my hands apart, and watching my blood float away in misty clouds in the water, the cube released a thick, dense green liquid into the wounds. Instantly the pain stopped, but it was replaced with another black-out. The last thing I saw was the cube resting on the bottom of the lake getting smaller and smaller, as I floated to the surface. 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| MrDanman31 | Jun 20 2012, 03:38 PM Post #2 |
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I leik it so far. |
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| cmarrin1 | Jun 20 2012, 08:15 PM Post #3 |
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Falling back into consciousness, I slowly opened my eyes, to reveal a world completely unfamiliar. A steel piece of wreckage rocked back and forth on the water underneath me, from what seemed to be a sunken pirate ship. Although it had the shape of one, it's victorian design, and steel hull made it seem like something completely different. By the time I sat up, I managed to get a good image of my surroundings. The water around me faintly glowed a familiar deep jade green, the skies were gray, and it looked like I had just missed an epic battle. The wreckage of the ship I was sitting on was scattered across an at least 100 foot radius, and the hull of the ship was poking halfway out of the water, the rest submerged. The sky was filled with aircraft I hadn't seen anything like. They had the shape of blimps, but with two vertical-facing jet engines stretching out across metal arms on the sides. The tail of the blimp had another jet, but this one shot flames back on its path. They circled the skies, with spotlights shining down on the surrounding terrain; I guess these were some sort of patrols. Wherever I was, it wasn't anywhere near home. "Well,", I thought, "There's no point in sitting around, waiting for some kind of saviour.". I managed to pull myself, still sitting on the stray piece of debris, over to another piece of driftwood, and that served well to paddle me back to shore. I climbed up onto solid ground, but my legs gave out from underneath me, and I almost fell on my face. How long had I been unconscious? A more important question: Where am I? How did I get here? It didn't seem I would find out for a while, so I started to walk. Where I was headed, was a thick alpine forest. As I headed down the trail, I took note of the path I took. Each tree, or stray rock, was all charted in my mind. I didn't want to be lost, the last thing I needed was even more not-knowing-where-I-was. That day, I felt something I never felt before. Lonely. Nobody was anywhere close to me, and that was unusual to me. All my life, I always had someone there for me. This was a terrible feeling. This whole place couldn't be like this, there had to be some sort of civilization somewhere. The day was coming to a close, (I couldn't really tell that well, the clouds covered any sign of daylight), and there was one problem. I had nowhere to sleep. I never took any of those survival classes, so I had no idea where to start. Out of nowhere a faint rumbling noise broke the silence. Taking a quick glance around, I couldn't find the source of the sound, as it slowly grew to the sound of a revving engine. I whipped my shoulders around to find a strange vehicle speeding towards me. It was some sort of hovercraft, in the shape of a motorcycle, with flame spewing jets in the place of wheels. A girl was mounting the vehicle, and she bellowed, "Stop staring and get the hell out of my way!". I managed to pull off a clean dive roll out of the way to safe cover behind an old stump, as the girl on the bike shot past. She was quickly tailed by men in uniform, each one riding a more refurbished form of the hovercrafts. These ones were sleeker, each one coloured a deep matte black, and instead of jets for wheels, there were no place any kind of wheels would go. Instead, they had panels on the sides where the same kind of flames were being constantly forced out. Before long, they were a matter of feet away from the girl. And then out of nowhere, she pulled a U-Turn around them, swiftly placing herself behind the enemy hovercrafts. At the push of a button, two gatling gun turrets emerged from rusty panels on the sides of her bike. After a few seconds of warming up the turrets, she began to tear apart the soldiers, countless bullets assailing them from behind. They were all killed in a matter of seconds, and the air was left with the distant echo of gunfire. She pulled up near them, and dismounted her hovercraft, and let it fall to the ground. She apparently forgot about me being there, and I watched from behind the stump as this girl walked over to each of the bodies, kicking them to make sure they were dead. Whoever this was, she had been through a lot, anyone could tell just by looking at her. She was wearing a loose fit tank top, tattered in various places. Her army pants and combat boots completed the whole image, along with her jaw-length, brunette, swept to the side hair. I adjusted my position to get a better look, but I stepped on a branch in the process, making a small but distinct snap . The same millisecond this happened, the girl swept around drawing her pistol, and aiming it straight at me, all in one instantaneous motion. She must have trained hard to be able to locate the source of such a quiet sound, so easily. I slowly rose, with my hands straight in the air. The last thing I wanted was this girl against me. Figuratively of course. I kinda totally wanted her against me literally. She was hot. "I don't want any trouble, can't we just sort this out?", I attempted to negotiate. "Tell me where you came from.", she said in a firm, determined voice. Feisty. "Uh, something tells me you won't know it. Lets just say I'm not in Kansas anymore.", I said, trying to stifle a joke. She didn't say anything to that, just stared at me from the sights of her pistol. Seconds later, she asked, "How can I be sure you're not lying to me?", she was trying to interrogate me, I knew that much. "Well, for starters, I don't really look like I'm from around here, right?", I pointed out, motioning to my Volcom shirt, tight-fitting black jeans, and Converse trainers. She paused before silently putting away her pistol, "I'm Blaire. Or at least that's what they call me around here. You got a name?" "It's good we're making some progress here. Jason Whittaker.", I told her, before reaching to shake her hand. She stared me straight in the eyes, not reaching out for any kind of greeting. I noticed her deep green eyes, beautiful. This girl was serious business. "Can I ask where are we? I kinda had this cube thing, it was in a lake, and then it cut up my hands-- Well, now the cuts have dissappeared, but I somehow ended up here after I passed out.", I rambled. This girl had me stunned, she was so forward, I didn't know what to say. Again, she paused for a second, just staring straight through me, "Well, you're in for a shock, Whitt. You better come back to my place, I'll explain everything." I mumbled to myself, "Well, that was easy. Thought she'd at least make me buy her dinner first.". As demonstrated earlier, Blaire had the ears of an elephant, and shot me a look. As you could probably notice, this isn't the same story as I posted earlier. I posted that one really late at night, and didn't realize how terrible it was. So here you go. I still can't think of a title other than, "The Cube", so help. To be continued. Edited by cmarrin1, Jun 26 2012, 09:56 PM.
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| maha123 | Jun 21 2012, 03:21 PM Post #4 |
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Intense... I like it. @Daniel I got your message after clicking the "spoiler" thing like a hundred times.. Edited by Chris, Jun 22 2012, 04:25 PM.
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| cmarrin1 | Jun 25 2012, 06:19 PM Post #5 |
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Untitled Story: Chapter Five Blaire flew along the path, as we rode in silence. Whatever it was we were riding, it was moving fast, but somehow only softly humming underneath us. It would be logical for its flame shooting jets to make an overpowering roar, but still, nothing. Blaire suddenly cut through the silence, replacing it with her sharp voice, “It’s called a Bi-Pulse, why are you looking at it like it’s a pile of gold?”. “Well, I’ve never really seen anything like it”, I responded, choosing my words carefully. She didn’t seem happy to be explaining this to me, and I didn’t exactly want her mad at me. Plus, she said she’d explain things “back at her place”, right? “Alright, shut up now.”, she told me, again with a sharp tongue. She stared ahead, nothing falling short of her deep green eyes. After what seemed like hours, (for all I know it probably was), we finally reached our destination. With a turn of her shoulders, the “Bi-Pulse”, was coming to a halt, she was jumping off, and opening up a cartridge in the seat. From the inside came a vibrant red glow, and she pulled out a cube. The cube was almost exactly like mine, but its base was red, and the gears were colored a rusty orange. Once it was removed from the bike, the vehicle fell to the ground with a mechanical clunk. She walked forward a few steps, and stopped at the edge of a ravine, looking back at me for a second. “What’re you waiting for?”, she impatiently implored. “Whoa, where’d you get that thing?”, I marveled. She laughed, and turned to face me. “You’ll see.”, she replied, before outstretching her arms, and letting herself fall backwards. I had no idea what she was thinking, and raced forward to catch her, but I was too late. But what she was falling into, was no ravine. I stood at the edge of a collision of worlds, on one side was the mysterious deep forest, and on the other was an urban jungle. It was an abandoned train yard, with interlocking rails, covering every inch of the ground. Countless amounts of wires hung suspended in the air, tangled up with each other at every angle. Blaire jumped from wire to wire, sliding down broken down streetlights, and jumping to rusted traffic lights. She was some sort of urban acrobat, moving across the terrain with ease. She landed on the ground and began walking further into the metropolitan mess, like nothing happened. Ruined buildings, as if they had been smashed with a wrecking ball, lay strewn randomly across the ground. Empty oil drums filled with furious flames were the only sources of light, and gave the whole scene an eerie orange glow. Blaire turned around, and called up to me, “Are you coming or what?”, in an impatient voice. “You mean, jump? Like you did?” I replied, nervously. “Well, yeah..! How else?”, she answered. I had no other choice. I backed up a bit, gave myself a running start, and lunged. Practically horizontal in the air, I stretched out my arms as far as I could, desperately fumbling to grab a wire. But nonetheless, I fell short, and began plummeting towards the ground. In my last attempt to grab at the cables, my arm collided with nothing. Clenching my eyes shut, I expected to feel a bone-cracking impact, but it was more like my arm getting almost ripped out of its socket. I opened my eyes, to find a not-so friendly face looking back at me. A man was zip-lining down the wires with one arm, and gripping my limp wrist in the other. His hair was shaved bald, and his long nose, and sunken cheeks complemented his tough-guy look. His eyes were sunken into their sockets, along with black rings circling them, presumably from long nights of god-knows what. He looked me straight in the face, his grey colored eyes looking straight through me. He silently nodded, and we landed on the ground. Well, he landed. I, however, stumbled and landed on my hands and knees. I clearly had a lot to learn. “Well, Whittaker,” Blaire’s smug voice started to jeer, “We always mess up on the first try. Well, most of us.”. I pulled myself up to my feet, and brushed the dirt off of my clothes. The man began to speak, in a thick Australian accent, “So what’s this then?”, he said to Blaire, motioning to me. Blaire, still smirking about my fall, started explaining my case. “Found this one out at the lake, he came from the shipwreck. Said a Cube took him here.”, obviously using the smallest terms possible. The man’s gritty voice spoke again, this time directed to me. “Well then, about time we got another. Let’s take ‘em to Digs.”. Before I could even ask what in the world just happened, I was rushing to keep up with the two, as we walked towards a cluster of old, rusted train cars. “Honey, I’m home!”, sarcastically called Blaire, throwing the doors open on the engine car. The inside, was much more grand than I thought it would be. From the outside, it was just an old, beaten up steam train. But on the interior, it was some sort of headquarters. Gleaming bronze pipes lined the walls, spraying tiny geysers of steam into the room. All of them led to the front of the car, where a regular engine would have gone. But instead of an engine, there was a man hunched over a large, beaten-down computer, which seemed to be powered by the steam. In turn to Blaire’s sarcastic comment, he decided to fight fire with fire, “Great, did you bring me anything special?”. He stayed hunched over his keyboard, with a bored look on his face. The man who saved my life spoke, “Yep, and here he is.”, shoving me forward at the same time. The man at the computer turned around in his chair, and stared at me from behind his glasses. He stroked his artistically cut goatee, as if he was contemplating what to do with me, as if he was some sort of higher life form. “He also said he had a Cube back in Artizan, if that amounts to anything. He obviously doesn’t have it anymore, of course.”, the bald man added. “Well, yes, that is obvious. What did you say his name was?” “I didn’t.”, he flatly responded. Blaire cut in, glaring at the bald man all the while. “His name is Jason, Digs. Jason Whittaker.”. Digs chose to respond with a smug smirk on his face. “Well, Jason. Welcome to Aphrod.” Edited by cmarrin1, Jun 25 2012, 10:20 PM.
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| tashfin64 | Jun 25 2012, 11:14 PM Post #6 |
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That was amazing! Although it explained little (I believe u'll do that soon!), it's ur charming style of writing that makes it so different from other first person stories. I think u've managed to make the reader visualize it very well! I feel like I'm watching a movie, and I'm craving ¡more! Don't stop! P.S luv the setting |
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| cmarrin1 | Jun 26 2012, 09:04 PM Post #7 |
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Untitled Story Ch. 6 “So, Digs is it? How about I get some of that explaining I was promised.”, I said. I was tired of following these people around, forced to keep my mouth shut. It was just the two of us in the engine car, Blaire and the bald man had decided to leave. “Please don’t call me “Digs”. It’s a petty nickname Blaire developed for me. It’s short for Diggory. You want to know what’s going on? I wouldn't know where to start..”, he responded. I was getting pretty tired of his “sir” act. I was still gonna call him Digs. “Here, come outside and I’ll explain everything. It’s easier to just show you.”, he said, this time in a friendlier voice. He stood from his chair, and I got a better look at his attire. Digs was dressed in a shabby, worn-out waistcoat, over top of an oil-stained white dress-shirt. Around his waist hung a mechanic’s utility belt, with various-sized wrenches and tools tucked into the pockets. He must have been the brains around here or something. “Before we leave.. This place? The whole train yard scene? We call it the Hob.”, he revealed, while unrolling a map which was hanging on the wall. He pointed to a section of forest, on the outer ring of a diagram of a grand metropolis, called Venus City. “This is us. We’ve been off the radar for years, thanks to none other than me. The reason we need to be off the radar, is because it’s not really safe in the mainland. It’s anarchy in the world of Aphrod, and camps like ours get destroyed in minutes by the big guys. Let me explain further.”. He walked back to his computer, his boots clicking with each step. Opening a compartment in the old-fashioned machine, he pulled out a sapphire-blue cube, with icy white gears. He held it up for me to see, in front of his own deep blue eyes. His curly blonde hair was the only thing unruly about him. It gave him an ironic, mysterious look. “These, my friend, are Cubes. They power our world, and power our people. These are what gives those big guys their power, the power to rule over the innocent. You had a Cube back in Artizan, right?” “Uh, yeah.. It was green, if that helps..Um, what’s this ‘Artizan’?”, I responded. This was a lot of new information, and I wasn’t used to it. I was stunned. “Later, my friend. You were using a Midorian cube. The worst kind of people use Midorians, you’ll learn that soon enough. You see, over the years we’ve learned to harness their power, their energy. Different kinds of Cubes do different stuff.” “Wait, so how does this work? What do you mean?”, I asked. I was tired of all this vague-ness. I just wanted him to come out and show me. And he decided to do just that. He began walking towards the exit of the car, and I had no other choice but to follow him. On his way out, he pulled out a thin, wooden black cane from its spot, hanging on a coat rack. Without a word, he slid open the door, and jumped to the gravel below. His Cube had been snapped into place, into a compartment on the top of his cane. He continued to stare at me, his icy blue eyes hiding behind his circular eyeglasses. “To harness the energy of a Cube, the wielder will need an Amplifier. Amplifiers do exactly what their name suggests, they provide a way for ordinary people to “amplify” a Cube’s power, into the form of a physical element. Mine, is this cane.”, he called out to me. I just stared back at him, listening attentively for his next lesson. He twirled his cane around, demonstrating the fact that the Cube was securely locked in place. “My Cube is an Azurian Cube. It specializes in matters dealing with water, any form of it.”, he continued, as I walked closer to him with each word. It seemed he had given this lesson before, how many people had he performed this for? “Watch closely, you’ll be learning this later.”, he added. That’s what they were planning to do with me? Recruit me into their little refugee camp? Before I could contemplate the thought further, he began demonstrating again. Digs began to spin and swirl his cane, in one rapid circle in his hands. He continued until it was moving so fast I could barely distinguish its shape anymore, nothing but a blurry rotation. He maneuvered it between his hands, and with a grunt of effort, the cane froze in one hand, as he shot it forward. The Cube on the end blasted out a beam of compressed water, shooting through the air at the speed of a bullet. Near the end of its lightning-fast strike, the water froze into a thin bolt of ice, stabbing straight through an old, rusted train car. He must have been using that same car to demonstrate for years, it was blackened, dented, and destroyed in all ways imaginable. He walked over to me, and declared, “Now that you know what’s going on here, your training will begin immediately.”. He was much taller than I, so I had to look up at him. “One more thing. What is this place? Aphrod? And what does ‘Artizan’ mean?”, I exclaimed. “Ah, I had almost forgotten. There are things even we don’t know here, and one of those things is how our two worlds are related. Artizan is what we call your world around here, I thought you’d pick that up by now. All we know, is that occasionally, a Cube sends a kid around your age here, every few years or so. Blaire? She came from Artizan too.”, he revealed. I was shocked. Blaire was just a kid like me? And she had gotten to be like that? I looked back up to Digs’ eyes, and strongly returned, “Where do I sign up?” “Hah, that’s the spirit, boy!”, he jovially responded, patting me on the shoulder. ‘Freighter! Training starts tomorrow, begin preparing immediately.”, Digs shouted behind me. The Australian bald man came between us, crossing his arms in place. "Oh, is it class time already? Well, Jason.", he smugly announced, meanwhile pointing his thumb to his own chest, "Meet your new teacher." Here's ch. 6 guys! The reason this was written so quickly, is because I had a very good idea of what I wanted to do with this chapter, so it wasn't so much the planning, but the actual writing itself. Anyways, enjoy. Edited by cmarrin1, Jun 27 2012, 04:33 PM.
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| tashfin64 | Jun 27 2012, 01:04 PM Post #8 |
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Is his new teacher Blaire? Cuz I see a chance for a bit of romance! Really gooooood! Thank u for writing back so quickly, keep it coming! |
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| cmarrin1 | Jun 27 2012, 04:32 PM Post #9 |
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The whole point was that Freighter is his teacher.. I'll fix that, maybe it wasn't clear.. There. Fixed.
Edited by cmarrin1, Jun 27 2012, 04:33 PM.
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| maha123 | Jun 27 2012, 08:10 PM Post #10 |
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Banana Cow
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Somehow reminds me of Avatar with the different abilities of the cubes (eg. water...) lol But I really like it so far, keep writing! |
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| cmarrin1 | Jun 27 2012, 08:12 PM Post #11 |
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There's more than just elements coming up ;) |
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| cmarrin1 | Jul 5 2012, 09:47 PM Post #12 |
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Chapter 7 “Faster!”, roared Freighter, meanwhile smugly standing to the side. He watched me, as I shot my fists over and over, assailing a hanging punching bag. We had both been stuffed into a half-wrecked building, and there was a large opening blown through the wall. I’d been in a few fights, more than I was proud of, but even then, this was hard on me. Apparently punching a stationery sack of sand is “training”. After hearing his command, my fists slowly came to a stop, and I let them fall to my sides. “What are you waiting for then, huh?”, Freighter barked. I turned to face him, and asserted myself, “Look, I’m having a hard time taking commands from a guy who just sits on the sidelines. Sure, you saved my ass, but what else? Why should I respect you?”. At first he just stared at me, in disbelief. After realizing I was serious, he looked down, and started laughing. His shoulders bounced on the spot, his whole chest pulsing with laughter. And then with not even two steps, he was face to face with me. “You want to know what I can do? Well watch and learn.”, he practically whispered, his voice and expression suddenly much more solemn. He walked past me, and through the torn down section of the wall. I quickly followed behind, climbing to the top of the rubble, just in time to see him jump off. Freighter brushed his 1900’s style pilots jacket off, and let it fall to the floor. Draped diagonally across his chest, over top of a tattered, tight-fitting t-shirt, was a sheathed dagger. With a ringing, distinct *shing* and one fluid motion, the dagger was in his hand, and he was clicking a pulsing purple Cube into the hilt. “You’re gonna like this one, kid.”, he called out, before stabbing the dagger into the ground. He backed up a few steps, and dashed towards the blade. His right leg flew backwards and with another swift motion, he sent his dagger flying high above the ground. Freighter suddenly relaxed, standing back on both legs, both arms at his sides. He lingered for less than a second, before disappearing in a wisp of purple. Before I could even react, he reappeared 20 feet above the ground, catching his dagger in mid-flight. With a whip of his shoulders, Freighter's dagger, his Amplifier, was whizzing through the air towards me. I jumped out of the way, and the dagger flew past. Glancing back, the dagger was sticking masterfully into the punching bag behind us. And then, with the same, face-smack-paper-caught-in-a-vacuum sound I heard before, purple mist was floating away as Freighter pulled the dagger out of the punching bag. “That enough for ya’ boy?”, he said, obviously not expecting an answer. I was speechless. Before, this guy was just some smug face on the side. I should have expected something like this, he should have a reason to act like a higher life form. Freighter began walking away, jumping out of the building, muttering “Class dismissed.”. I chased after him, just as he picked up his discarded jacket, and shouted, “Aren’t you supposed to teach me what the hell you just did?”. He paused for a second, and turned to face me. In his best condescending tone, as if I was five years old, he responded, “Well this here,”, motioning to his Cube, still on the hilt of his Amp, “Is an Infinus Cube. It manipulates space and distance, letting me teleport like you just saw. Are we done here?”. “Uh, yeah I guess. What do I do now? Shouldn’t I be getting a Cube of my own?”, I suggested. “Go talk to Digs, that’s not my department.”, he quickly replied, before disappearing in another wisp of smoke. Guess he really didn’t have to throw the dagger, he’s just a showoff. I slid open the door to the engine car, just in time for Blaire to push me aside, on a strong walk out of the car. She jumped to the gravel, and shouted behind, “They’re gonna get us, and all you’re gonna do is sit at that stupid computer!”. Digs’ response was to glare at his computer screen, which was displaying a number of maps and radars, lined up next to each other. He didn’t seem interested to discuss my next assignment, so I silently walked out. Blaire seemed to have disappeared, until I caught sight of her ripping through the forest, speeding on her Bi-Pulse. Before long she had sped out of sight, the air left silent. “Blaire, come on, I just want to talk!”, I hollered out, to no avail. The sound just echoed against the sky, pitch black and now covered with bright stars. I was beginning to regret chasing after Blaire, even after hours of searching she was nowhere to be found. But then I heard a sound. A faint one, the crackling of a distant campfire. Following the sound, after brushing through a couple of bushes, I found Blaire, silently tending to her fire, lit by a peaceful orange light. “What the hell do you want, Jason?”, she almost screamed. Funny enough, the last thing I expected from her was to snap. I should have known, based on her previous attitude. “I’m done with all the BS, what exactly is going on here?”, I replied. I didn’t want to be a pushover with this girl, I was done being dragged along. “Just shut up, Whittaker. Go ask your favorite man, Ol’ Diggory.”, she muttered, in a mocking tone. “Come on, don’t be like this. Digs helped you when you first got here, why shou-”, I began to say. “Be quiet! You don’t know what you’re talking about, just go back to the Hob!”, Blaire exclaimed, tears beginning to glisten in her eyes. “You know I’m not going to do that..”, I mumbled, stepping closer to take a seat next to her. She had buried her face in her crossed arms, softly sobbing while hugging her knees. She was wrapped in an old-school captain’s coat, but she was still dressed in her army pants and boots. “You could at least try to be a little sympathetic, you know. You don't remember being just like me?”, I added, half-joking. She didn’t respond, so I leaned over and wrapped my arms around her, in a spur of the moment decision. Unexpectedly, she didn’t pull away, instead rested her head on my shoulder. In a shaking, fragile voice, nothing like the strong girl I met before, she cried, “They just don’t get it, he won’t bother listening.”, she began, looking up to my eyes. Sniffling, she continued. “I guess I’ll explain. They call him Zahran. A while ago, even before I came here, people like us started appearing. They would come from Aphrod, materializing in violent explosions, like the shipwreck you landed on. Zahran, being a powerful general, convinced everyone this was us attacking. In his delusional rage, he threw our whole world into war. Now, people like us are forced into hiding, nothing guarding us but ourselves, and the few people taking a stand. His airships cover the skies, and his soldiers patrol every inch of the world. We’re done for if Digs doesn’t change things quick. We've been holed up in the same train yard for years.”. I stayed quiet for a while, just letting the information sink in. I held her closer, and remarked, “Well, we could take them. Freighter’s kind of a badass, not to mention what you did to those soldiers yesterday.”. She laughed, and looked back at me. "I hate it here..", she mumbled. This time, she wasn’t looking through me anymore. Just staring at me, with her beautiful green eyes. A lot of things had changed over the past 24 hours. And something told me they were about to change a lot more. Hey guys, sorry this chapter took so long. I've been kinda busy, enjoying summer. Had a great time writing this one, think you'll love it. Edited by cmarrin1, Jul 6 2012, 12:52 PM.
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| maha123 | Jul 6 2012, 11:04 AM Post #13 |
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Banana Cow
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I love it... You just have that ability to put incredible detail into every sentence! Can't wait for chapter 8! |
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| tashfin64 | Jul 6 2012, 01:32 PM Post #14 |
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I can't begin to explain how good it is! I was hooked from beginning til end and after that it just left me kinda dazed, wanting more!!! I think what you need is to find a publisher or somehow get the worlds attention cuz this story deserves much more attention then it's getting... Yeah I'm a fan. |
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| cmarrin1 | Jul 15 2012, 01:56 PM Post #15 |
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Hey guys, I have bad news. I've decided to scrap this story, based on two reasons. One, I'm lazy, or that's the worst way to put it. I'm just not interested in this story anymore, and I feel it could have been a lot better, had I done it differently. Second, there's a LOT of plot holes, apparent or not, that would take a lot of thinking to fix. (Which brings us back to reason #1.) Well, sorry guys. I had a lot of fun writing this one. But don't worry, I'll continue writing other stuff if you guys are interested. |
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