Helios: Welcome.......to the Unknown
Haha, well, 'Con, m'dear, I had photos to guide me. Lexi is quickly becoming my obsession while writing.
And I'm glad you like the Tanni stuff (it's called Pack, btw). I noticed a lot of people really like that one (Wes and his firebombs...) Thanks, Lizcon! I don't consider myself extraordinarily gifted, but I do have a way with words.
To Meraka: Sadly, Elf and Buck will be forever parting ways. It'll be a while 'fore they settle down to happy life together. And things are only going to get worse...
BTW, Tanni is one of my first red-headed characters. Just a trivia piece. And she's...a little feather-brained. But gradually she'll mature.
Now for the section right before the first part of Pack that I posted! Hold your breath!
It's one minute to 4. I'm starting to get uneasy at the dock. Mason and I are hurrying to finish early, but we're ten orders behind. We'll be cutting it short.
“Tanni, Marshall's coming,” Mason whispers, looking over my shoulder. I whirl around and find myself face-to-face with him.
“Hey, Tanni, couldn't help noticing how desperate you seem to get out of here.” He eases forward, face six inches from my own, grinning broadly. “I wanted to talk to you a little.”
“Oh, I can guess, Marshall,” I say, sliding out from in front of him. “Look, I'm busy, I have work to do, and so do you. You can talk to me later.” I turn my back on him, hoping I've communicated the message.
“C'mon, Tanni, just one nice question?” He slides his hands around my waist. I jerk back, knocking him off balance, and then scramble over the dock, putting it between us.
“Marshall, cut it out!” I say sharply. “I'll tell Mr. Satchthel if you keep this up.”
“Yeah, we're trying to work,” Mason cuts in. “Stop picking on her.”
“Oh, like you can stop me, squirt?” Marshall laughs. He circles the dock, his eyes never leaving us. Mason steps in front of me, pushing both of us with our backs against the wall.
“One step closer and I'll shout,” Mason threatens. “You leave Tanni alone.”
My palms are sweating freely as Marshall steps closer. I feel my heart racing. This is really bad. Marshall is 20, a head taller than I am, and probably three times as strong. He can easily overpower Mason and me. And wouldn't you know, no one in sight! And all the trucks are empty of people. How did this happen without us noticing?
“Mason, what's going on? It's so empty,” I whisper into his ear.
He looks around, and that's when Marshall lunges. Mason catches him before he reaches me and they fall to the ground, wrestling and kicking and yelping.
“Mr. Satchthel! Mr. Satchthel!” Screaming loudly, I scramble over the dock again. “Mr. Satchthel! We need help out here!”
Just then, Mason goes flying over the dock and into a stack of boxes. His body makes contact with the ground with a sickening crunch. I run to him, flipping him over on his back.
“Mason, are you okay?”
His eyes widen as he groans, “Look out behind you!”
Marshall grabs me from behind, his arms wrapping around my neck and cutting off my voice. “So you want to do this the hard way, Tanni?” he growls.
“Let her go!” Mason lunges at us, but I can't see much because my vision is wavering. I feel myself being dragged across the floor. My shoes scrape into the concrete. Mason's hands seem to be clasped in mine, and I try to free myself. Then Marshall yanks me hard and Mason falls and whacks his head on the floor.
“Mason!” I struggle against Marshall's arm, trying to reach my friend. But that arm across my neck holds me back. I start choking, a darkness in front of my eyes.
Suddenly he lets go and I hit the ground, tearing my hands and arms on the rough floor. I look up and Mason's head is near my hand. I reach out and touch him gently.
“Mason, are you okay?”
He groans and moves his hand slightly.
Suddenly, I hear the sound of booted feet echoing into the loading dock. My heart freezes; that's the sound of the Unba patrols.
“Ready for pick-up?” a distinctly Unba voice says. The patrol surrounds us, but Marshall seems to be expecting this.
“Yes,” he says. “It's not just the girl, like I told you earlier. This one—” he kicks Mason—“got in the way. Take him, too.”
“If you so say.”
Mason and I are yanked to our feet, our arms held behind our backs. I notice his face is pale, and blood is matted in his hair. My limbs are going all shaky and watery-feeling.
“Here's your payment,” the patrol leader tells Marshall. “Delivery in full.”
“You jerk!” I blurt out. “Handing us over like this! You're going to regret it!”
“Yeah, I'm sure your dad will be along to rescue you soon,” he says snidely. The Unba laugh along. My heart seems to sink within me, but anger kindles as well. What happened to me being the strong one? I have to fight this!
I jab my elbows backward, taking the man off-guard. My foot lands on top of his, and he lets go of my arms. I jump forward at the man holding Mason. But Marshall intercepts me, slamming me to the ground. Pain shoots through my side and legs, and I'm winded. I lay still, unable to continue the fight.
“A regular tiger-fighter,” I vaguely hear him say to the others. “You might want to keep an eye on her.”
Someone pulls me to my feet and hauls me to one of the trucks. Mason is dragged over and tossed inside. He hits the floor with a dull thump. I cringe, knowing it must have hurt like the ices to get banged that hard.
Then I'm hoisted up and pushed inside. I know I should try to escape again, but I can't find the strength to do it. So I collapse next to Mason and watch as the door swings shut, blocking out the patrol, Marshall, the dock—and my whole life up til now.
I feel like crying in anger and pain. But that's not going to help, and that's not what a strong person would do. I have to figure out how to get us out of here.
First off, where are we going? I hear the truck start up and begin pulling out. Staggering to the door, I peer through the small window. The loading dock is quickly disappearing behind me, now empty of people. I guess Marshall didn't want anyone to know what had happened.
Suddenly, a radio crackle echoes inside the small space. I whirl around, looking for the source of the sound.
“It's no good, Tanni,” Marshall's voice grates on me. “You're not getting out that way.”
“What makes you think I was trying?” I ask, locating a speaker. I move toward it, trying to find the camera that allows him to see me.
“I know you, Tanni,” he asserts confidently. “Which is, of course, the reason I picked you for this.”
“For what?”
“You'll see.” He chuckles. “I'm sure you'll enjoy it. It'll suit your violent nature.”
“Violent?” I chuckle at that myself. “I'm not violent. More like angry at you for being such a jerk!” I scream the last words at him.
There is a moment of silence. That's the moment I find the camera, imbedded in the wall so perfectly you would never notice if you weren't looking. They use them to monitor the shipments of weapon-parts. No humans are ever supposed to get in here, except for loading them. I brush my fingers over the lenses, probing for a weak spot. None.
So I do something I'd considered in the beginning, but only as a last resort. I make the hardest fist I can and smash my hand into the glass. It shatters, destroying the camera. Glass shards cut into my fingers, and blood begins to seep out.
“You little brat!” Marshall's voice sounds unnaturally squealing and high-pitched. I must have damaged the speaker somehow.
The truck jerks to a stop. This is the moment I've been waiting for. Running to Mason, I drag him over the side and prop him against the wall. The door rattles for a moment, then slides open. I'm momentarily blinded by the flood of light. I blink, shake my head, and see Marshall standing in front of me, his waist level with floor of the truck-bed. With a cry, I throw myself towards him, intending to take him down and then run for it.
But even as I jump, I hear and see a crackle of blue electricity. Then something sharp and burning plunges itself in my stomach. My body collapses to the floor and I black out.
PS: Next section of Elf Girl coming soon....got really bogged down last month...so sorry...
And I'm glad you like the Tanni stuff (it's called Pack, btw). I noticed a lot of people really like that one (Wes and his firebombs...) Thanks, Lizcon! I don't consider myself extraordinarily gifted, but I do have a way with words.
To Meraka: Sadly, Elf and Buck will be forever parting ways. It'll be a while 'fore they settle down to happy life together. And things are only going to get worse...
BTW, Tanni is one of my first red-headed characters. Just a trivia piece. And she's...a little feather-brained. But gradually she'll mature.
Now for the section right before the first part of Pack that I posted! Hold your breath!
It's one minute to 4. I'm starting to get uneasy at the dock. Mason and I are hurrying to finish early, but we're ten orders behind. We'll be cutting it short.
“Tanni, Marshall's coming,” Mason whispers, looking over my shoulder. I whirl around and find myself face-to-face with him.
“Hey, Tanni, couldn't help noticing how desperate you seem to get out of here.” He eases forward, face six inches from my own, grinning broadly. “I wanted to talk to you a little.”
“Oh, I can guess, Marshall,” I say, sliding out from in front of him. “Look, I'm busy, I have work to do, and so do you. You can talk to me later.” I turn my back on him, hoping I've communicated the message.
“C'mon, Tanni, just one nice question?” He slides his hands around my waist. I jerk back, knocking him off balance, and then scramble over the dock, putting it between us.
“Marshall, cut it out!” I say sharply. “I'll tell Mr. Satchthel if you keep this up.”
“Yeah, we're trying to work,” Mason cuts in. “Stop picking on her.”
“Oh, like you can stop me, squirt?” Marshall laughs. He circles the dock, his eyes never leaving us. Mason steps in front of me, pushing both of us with our backs against the wall.
“One step closer and I'll shout,” Mason threatens. “You leave Tanni alone.”
My palms are sweating freely as Marshall steps closer. I feel my heart racing. This is really bad. Marshall is 20, a head taller than I am, and probably three times as strong. He can easily overpower Mason and me. And wouldn't you know, no one in sight! And all the trucks are empty of people. How did this happen without us noticing?
“Mason, what's going on? It's so empty,” I whisper into his ear.
He looks around, and that's when Marshall lunges. Mason catches him before he reaches me and they fall to the ground, wrestling and kicking and yelping.
“Mr. Satchthel! Mr. Satchthel!” Screaming loudly, I scramble over the dock again. “Mr. Satchthel! We need help out here!”
Just then, Mason goes flying over the dock and into a stack of boxes. His body makes contact with the ground with a sickening crunch. I run to him, flipping him over on his back.
“Mason, are you okay?”
His eyes widen as he groans, “Look out behind you!”
Marshall grabs me from behind, his arms wrapping around my neck and cutting off my voice. “So you want to do this the hard way, Tanni?” he growls.
“Let her go!” Mason lunges at us, but I can't see much because my vision is wavering. I feel myself being dragged across the floor. My shoes scrape into the concrete. Mason's hands seem to be clasped in mine, and I try to free myself. Then Marshall yanks me hard and Mason falls and whacks his head on the floor.
“Mason!” I struggle against Marshall's arm, trying to reach my friend. But that arm across my neck holds me back. I start choking, a darkness in front of my eyes.
Suddenly he lets go and I hit the ground, tearing my hands and arms on the rough floor. I look up and Mason's head is near my hand. I reach out and touch him gently.
“Mason, are you okay?”
He groans and moves his hand slightly.
Suddenly, I hear the sound of booted feet echoing into the loading dock. My heart freezes; that's the sound of the Unba patrols.
“Ready for pick-up?” a distinctly Unba voice says. The patrol surrounds us, but Marshall seems to be expecting this.
“Yes,” he says. “It's not just the girl, like I told you earlier. This one—” he kicks Mason—“got in the way. Take him, too.”
“If you so say.”
Mason and I are yanked to our feet, our arms held behind our backs. I notice his face is pale, and blood is matted in his hair. My limbs are going all shaky and watery-feeling.
“Here's your payment,” the patrol leader tells Marshall. “Delivery in full.”
“You jerk!” I blurt out. “Handing us over like this! You're going to regret it!”
“Yeah, I'm sure your dad will be along to rescue you soon,” he says snidely. The Unba laugh along. My heart seems to sink within me, but anger kindles as well. What happened to me being the strong one? I have to fight this!
I jab my elbows backward, taking the man off-guard. My foot lands on top of his, and he lets go of my arms. I jump forward at the man holding Mason. But Marshall intercepts me, slamming me to the ground. Pain shoots through my side and legs, and I'm winded. I lay still, unable to continue the fight.
“A regular tiger-fighter,” I vaguely hear him say to the others. “You might want to keep an eye on her.”
Someone pulls me to my feet and hauls me to one of the trucks. Mason is dragged over and tossed inside. He hits the floor with a dull thump. I cringe, knowing it must have hurt like the ices to get banged that hard.
Then I'm hoisted up and pushed inside. I know I should try to escape again, but I can't find the strength to do it. So I collapse next to Mason and watch as the door swings shut, blocking out the patrol, Marshall, the dock—and my whole life up til now.
I feel like crying in anger and pain. But that's not going to help, and that's not what a strong person would do. I have to figure out how to get us out of here.
First off, where are we going? I hear the truck start up and begin pulling out. Staggering to the door, I peer through the small window. The loading dock is quickly disappearing behind me, now empty of people. I guess Marshall didn't want anyone to know what had happened.
Suddenly, a radio crackle echoes inside the small space. I whirl around, looking for the source of the sound.
“It's no good, Tanni,” Marshall's voice grates on me. “You're not getting out that way.”
“What makes you think I was trying?” I ask, locating a speaker. I move toward it, trying to find the camera that allows him to see me.
“I know you, Tanni,” he asserts confidently. “Which is, of course, the reason I picked you for this.”
“For what?”
“You'll see.” He chuckles. “I'm sure you'll enjoy it. It'll suit your violent nature.”
“Violent?” I chuckle at that myself. “I'm not violent. More like angry at you for being such a jerk!” I scream the last words at him.
There is a moment of silence. That's the moment I find the camera, imbedded in the wall so perfectly you would never notice if you weren't looking. They use them to monitor the shipments of weapon-parts. No humans are ever supposed to get in here, except for loading them. I brush my fingers over the lenses, probing for a weak spot. None.
So I do something I'd considered in the beginning, but only as a last resort. I make the hardest fist I can and smash my hand into the glass. It shatters, destroying the camera. Glass shards cut into my fingers, and blood begins to seep out.
“You little brat!” Marshall's voice sounds unnaturally squealing and high-pitched. I must have damaged the speaker somehow.
The truck jerks to a stop. This is the moment I've been waiting for. Running to Mason, I drag him over the side and prop him against the wall. The door rattles for a moment, then slides open. I'm momentarily blinded by the flood of light. I blink, shake my head, and see Marshall standing in front of me, his waist level with floor of the truck-bed. With a cry, I throw myself towards him, intending to take him down and then run for it.
But even as I jump, I hear and see a crackle of blue electricity. Then something sharp and burning plunges itself in my stomach. My body collapses to the floor and I black out.
PS: Next section of Elf Girl coming soon....got really bogged down last month...so sorry...
This is my last installment of Elf Girl until I return. It ends on a cliff-hanger...how delightful. I will be writing more while I'm away, so maybe when I get back I'll actually be able to post twice a week like I wanted to do in the first place. In any case, enjoy!
Publisher's note: The authoress of this story has just joined the Fellowship of the Ring. She will return when their Quest is completed.
Publisher's note: The authoress of this story has just joined the Fellowship of the Ring. She will return when their Quest is completed.
Thanks for the wonderful chapters! They are worth the wait of course Both cliffhangers! And both Tanni and Elf Girl are unconscious at the end of them. Looking forward to more when you return!
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Just a small tidbit of something new, since I haven't got any chapters to post yet.
Could you PM me what you want me to edit. I'm kinda lost...
Debate Vampire
Everyone (Blitz doesn't count) fears ninjas, except for one: I, Ninjahunter
Can you change me from the monster you made me? Monster: Starset
Everyone (Blitz doesn't count) fears ninjas, except for one: I, Ninjahunter
Can you change me from the monster you made me? Monster: Starset
Wow. I am stunned. You are amazing.
I felt every touch. Heard every word. Saw every face. Faced every disaster. I was there.
One thing you should know about me is that I am crazy for Sci-fi fiction. Especially your kind. I am your new biggest fan. Course, there might be some competition with Lexi here.
Seriously, that was awesome. I can't wait for more!
But just one typo I found was in the Chapter Sneaking, of whatever you are calling Elf's story: "There should be only guard on duty right now.” I think you wanted a "one" in there somewhere.
It's cool that Lexi is in it! As soon as she said her name was Alexis, I knew it was her. But you say she is a villain. This will be interesting... *fangirls*
I felt every touch. Heard every word. Saw every face. Faced every disaster. I was there.
One thing you should know about me is that I am crazy for Sci-fi fiction. Especially your kind. I am your new biggest fan. Course, there might be some competition with Lexi here.
Seriously, that was awesome. I can't wait for more!
But just one typo I found was in the Chapter Sneaking, of whatever you are calling Elf's story: "There should be only guard on duty right now.” I think you wanted a "one" in there somewhere.
It's cool that Lexi is in it! As soon as she said her name was Alexis, I knew it was her. But you say she is a villain. This will be interesting... *fangirls*
*hugs Emma* You are my new favorite fan! And since Lexi's NOT here, there will be NO competition. Thanks for pointing out the typo!
I'm (tentatively) calling the story Fugitive's Quest, but might change at some point. Dunno...there's a brother-story that happens at the same time in another part of the galaxy, and I might change Fugitive's Quest to match the title of that story.
Lexi's not the only one who's in it. I can't wait for her betrayal scene!
Hint:
I'm (tentatively) calling the story Fugitive's Quest, but might change at some point. Dunno...there's a brother-story that happens at the same time in another part of the galaxy, and I might change Fugitive's Quest to match the title of that story.
Lexi's not the only one who's in it. I can't wait for her betrayal scene!
Hint:
Ooooh that's gonna be great!
And I haven't read very many love tri-angles. I am always curious to see how they turn out, especially in Pack.
And I haven't read very many love tri-angles. I am always curious to see how they turn out, especially in Pack.
No no no!!! I can't be all caught up!!! Fear my dear, you are such a great great author! I just found your posts a few days ago, and I've been reading them every chance I get. :-) and you even posted some more of your WE story. I absolutely can't wait for your next installment! Keep up the good work! I'm gonna quit using exclamation marks now. :-p
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Of course, all boys have cooties, so I avoid like them like the plague. -Helios
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I'm curious, too. I actually don't know who Tanni will ultimately end up with. I might even (heaven forbid) kill off Lloyd! Just cause I CAN.Emma wrote:Ooooh that's gonna be great!
And I haven't read very many love tri-angles. I am always curious to see how they turn out, especially in Pack.
Ooo! I will post more, post-haste! You guys make all this effort SO WORTH IT! *hugs all round* Cause I like hugging.sing wrote:No no no!!! I can't be all caught up!!! Fear my dear, you are such a great great author! I just found your posts a few days ago, and I've been reading them every chance I get. :-) and you even posted some more of your WE story. I absolutely can't wait for your next installment! Keep up the good work! I'm gonna write using exclamation marks now. :-p
Whaaat.... THE PLOT DEEPENS. *screams*
Here's something I put together on the spur of the moment...cause I'm tired.
You have quite the way with words =o Your style is a bit different from mine, but I still enjoyed reading it! I especially liked the flow of the first stanza.
Fast & Jelly are at it again. This time they face the evil fast clickers. Can fast be faster? Is Jelly too slow to turn them into jelly? Find out this week on Fast & Jelly! --> Penguin
"update your signature, Paperclip's term ended ages ago" -Swah
Happy now?
Why thank you. Whenever I go into poetry mode, I feel like a mad rapper.
Whenever I read your post, I reread it in a rapping voice. Hilarious. It totally changes the entire mood of the piece.
*snickers* I should try that, Emma.
I know I need to post more of both stories, but I haven't got access to them right now, so will this suffice?
Unfortunately, I left my notebook of angry raps at home.
I know I need to post more of both stories, but I haven't got access to them right now, so will this suffice?
xD
It's so cute!
It's so cute!
*ponders the strangeness of Emma's statement*
At last....the next piece of the puzzle...
Helios, that's good =o You're a talented writer! I was completely and totally focused on that story and I could really feel the tension and stuff so good job! *gives helios a gold star* Keep it forever...
Fast & Jelly are at it again. This time they face the evil fast clickers. Can fast be faster? Is Jelly too slow to turn them into jelly? Find out this week on Fast & Jelly! --> Penguin
"update your signature, Paperclip's term ended ages ago" -Swah
Happy now?
Thank you. *pins gold star to her heart* And since it's been so long, I'm doing a double-feature.
First Tanni's story:
And Elf Girl's:
And..I'm going to drop dead from exhaustion...nighty-night-nightwing... *falls down and snores*
First Tanni's story: