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One of the paragraphs somehow got moved when I copied over from artail... It should flow better now. lol
~Rico
<img ALIGN=left SRC="http://www.tonkawatribe.com/bofh/andick.jpg" alt="Ain't he a sexy sexy beast?" border=3></a>And yes, there are times when even Andrick has a <i>GOOD</i> hair day.
Doesn't he look precious guys?
...Com'on, look't that face. The afro, the eyes rolling up into the back of his head....
Just, er, watch your leg. Andrick loves legs...
<img ALIGN=left SRC="http://www.tonkawatribe.com/bofh/andick.jpg" alt="Ain't he a sexy sexy beast?" border=3></a>And yes, there are times when even Andrick has a <i>GOOD</i> hair day.
Doesn't he look precious guys?
...Com'on, look't that face. The afro, the eyes rolling up into the back of his head....
Just, er, watch your leg. Andrick loves legs...
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The stairwell was covered in ice, glittering like diamonds in the light of the street lamps. Shimmering and shining like the stairway to heaven. Reaching the top was a weird feeling. The door inside was the gate heaven, inside it dropped straight down. Down into the flaming, blood smeared, pits of hell.
The ice on the door had already been broken away, laying on the grated floor of the fire escape like broke glass. The hallway was quiet, like a tome. I wasn't sure how many killers may still be inside so I moved slow through the hallway toward the only audible noise. A faint moving like rat's feet over broken glass or birds on a roof. Putting the other gun away I held my berreta ready heading down the dimly lit hallway for the apartment I'd been living in. The sound I'd been hearing was coming from inside, someone was still alive.
The door was left ajar, it seemed to swing back and forth. It would have added the eerie mood but that door was secure. Xe'd been bragging about getting the landlord to fix it not 2 days ago. The feeling hit me like a speeding mac truck, a sickly nautious feeling. I darted over and gently pushed the door open, what lay on the floor was enough to bring tears to my eyes, Eyes that hadn't shown tears in front of a living soul in years. The floor was streaked in blood, leading to Xe's fallen form. His shirt was covered in blood stains one hand holding what was left of his life in him. He'd been clawing at the door trying to get it open to get help. Kneeling beside him and trying to keep him awake was all I could do, he looked so helpless laying there. Behind me I could hear the police moving up the stairs, normally I'd have nothing to do with them. But this wasn't a normal time and I wasn't in a normal mood. Yelling at the top of my lungs was my resolution, "They're gone! Get the medics in here now!" As if to answer me the shuffling increased and not a minute later the door burst open and I was face to face with a gun barrel. In a flash it was gone and the world blurred, the medics seemed to come from nowhere and load the dieing youth onto a stretcher.
I knew enough to follow the stretcher, my instincts leading me now it was all that my mind had room for. By the time my head started to clear they were wheeling him out the door, not far away the two mobsters were being carted away as well. The men in blue darted around like ants, the men in white carting out three gurney's. The feeling became dizzying spiral as I saw two of them go directly into the back of a waiting black vehicle with the word "Coroner" printed on bold white letters on the side. It sped away as soon as its occupants were loaded.
As the thoughts of all that happened up till now hit a finale in my head I began wondering. I wasn't sure how I'd managed to make it this far without losing my sanity. The only reason I could fathom was that all the mental torture had somehow created an adrenaline spike of some kind that was feeding my failing stamina, the pain that heals.
3: Waking Up
My focus now was on the ambulance and why it was still there. I had seen the others running to aid their friend, Apollo stopping momentarily to stare in horrified awe at me. I looked down at myself and saw the reason. My clothes looked like they'd been painted in a grotesque camo, spots of fresh blood scattered all over my jacket, shirt, and pants. My only thought was to stay with the others, to stay with Xe. The ambulance was large, but it wasn't enough to hold us all. Niether Erin or Apollo objected to me riding in with Twap and Xe, both still tired from repairing the tire I'd blasted. The men in white ran around preping the vehicle to speed away, and Xe's eyes were finally open.
He was seemly hysterical spouting nonsense, "They're still there! Aidez... He's hurt." I'd had enough foreign language to understand what I needed to. Aidez was French for help, the rest fell into place. As the ambulance speed off I made my move. The rear doors on the vehicle weren't hard to open, I looked back for a second and muttered to Xe before opening them, "He'll be ok." Twap's eyes shot open as the cold wind rushed in. The attending paramedic stood to stop me but was too late. Like a lemming I dove off the edge hitting the snow covered street below and rolling to a stop. Behind me the vehicle sped away, leaving the barren street and I alone together.
As I stood up things began to clear up in my mind again. The mobsters had thought ruffing up my friends would tame me. When all they'd done was get my attention. Something about that last thought struck me. I'd just refered to Keer and Xe as my friends, but I'd never really considered it. I'd never thought I'd have any friends here, and I didn't want any. But Keer had taken me in, given me a bed, even though he wasn't sure I'd pay. Xe had been nothing but nice to me. What more was there to being a friend?
There was something missing in this friendship, something needed. Something like me getting my head out of my ass and returning the favor. Looking down the cold street I could imagine the apartments, Keer must still be there. If the cops didn't have him already he was back there alone. And after I'd iced two lackey's of some mob leader his chances of staying alive where dropping faster than the snow was. With a slight grunt I began a dead run, back to the apartments.
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The ice on the door had already been broken away, laying on the grated floor of the fire escape like broke glass. The hallway was quiet, like a tome. I wasn't sure how many killers may still be inside so I moved slow through the hallway toward the only audible noise. A faint moving like rat's feet over broken glass or birds on a roof. Putting the other gun away I held my berreta ready heading down the dimly lit hallway for the apartment I'd been living in. The sound I'd been hearing was coming from inside, someone was still alive.
The door was left ajar, it seemed to swing back and forth. It would have added the eerie mood but that door was secure. Xe'd been bragging about getting the landlord to fix it not 2 days ago. The feeling hit me like a speeding mac truck, a sickly nautious feeling. I darted over and gently pushed the door open, what lay on the floor was enough to bring tears to my eyes, Eyes that hadn't shown tears in front of a living soul in years. The floor was streaked in blood, leading to Xe's fallen form. His shirt was covered in blood stains one hand holding what was left of his life in him. He'd been clawing at the door trying to get it open to get help. Kneeling beside him and trying to keep him awake was all I could do, he looked so helpless laying there. Behind me I could hear the police moving up the stairs, normally I'd have nothing to do with them. But this wasn't a normal time and I wasn't in a normal mood. Yelling at the top of my lungs was my resolution, "They're gone! Get the medics in here now!" As if to answer me the shuffling increased and not a minute later the door burst open and I was face to face with a gun barrel. In a flash it was gone and the world blurred, the medics seemed to come from nowhere and load the dieing youth onto a stretcher.
I knew enough to follow the stretcher, my instincts leading me now it was all that my mind had room for. By the time my head started to clear they were wheeling him out the door, not far away the two mobsters were being carted away as well. The men in blue darted around like ants, the men in white carting out three gurney's. The feeling became dizzying spiral as I saw two of them go directly into the back of a waiting black vehicle with the word "Coroner" printed on bold white letters on the side. It sped away as soon as its occupants were loaded.
As the thoughts of all that happened up till now hit a finale in my head I began wondering. I wasn't sure how I'd managed to make it this far without losing my sanity. The only reason I could fathom was that all the mental torture had somehow created an adrenaline spike of some kind that was feeding my failing stamina, the pain that heals.
3: Waking Up
My focus now was on the ambulance and why it was still there. I had seen the others running to aid their friend, Apollo stopping momentarily to stare in horrified awe at me. I looked down at myself and saw the reason. My clothes looked like they'd been painted in a grotesque camo, spots of fresh blood scattered all over my jacket, shirt, and pants. My only thought was to stay with the others, to stay with Xe. The ambulance was large, but it wasn't enough to hold us all. Niether Erin or Apollo objected to me riding in with Twap and Xe, both still tired from repairing the tire I'd blasted. The men in white ran around preping the vehicle to speed away, and Xe's eyes were finally open.
He was seemly hysterical spouting nonsense, "They're still there! Aidez... He's hurt." I'd had enough foreign language to understand what I needed to. Aidez was French for help, the rest fell into place. As the ambulance speed off I made my move. The rear doors on the vehicle weren't hard to open, I looked back for a second and muttered to Xe before opening them, "He'll be ok." Twap's eyes shot open as the cold wind rushed in. The attending paramedic stood to stop me but was too late. Like a lemming I dove off the edge hitting the snow covered street below and rolling to a stop. Behind me the vehicle sped away, leaving the barren street and I alone together.
As I stood up things began to clear up in my mind again. The mobsters had thought ruffing up my friends would tame me. When all they'd done was get my attention. Something about that last thought struck me. I'd just refered to Keer and Xe as my friends, but I'd never really considered it. I'd never thought I'd have any friends here, and I didn't want any. But Keer had taken me in, given me a bed, even though he wasn't sure I'd pay. Xe had been nothing but nice to me. What more was there to being a friend?
There was something missing in this friendship, something needed. Something like me getting my head out of my ass and returning the favor. Looking down the cold street I could imagine the apartments, Keer must still be there. If the cops didn't have him already he was back there alone. And after I'd iced two lackey's of some mob leader his chances of staying alive where dropping faster than the snow was. With a slight grunt I began a dead run, back to the apartments.
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Keer's still inside with mobsters?
Gee, the cops must have been very inattentive to not find either...
Why are the gangster trying to kill Rico?
Or did they want to trick him into joining the organization, maybe by telling him a rival gang attacked his friends?
Or were they maybe afraid he'd work against there interest?
Well, I'm postitve there's more to come, so I'll stay tuned.
Good work, Mr Underwood, yupyup.
Gee, the cops must have been very inattentive to not find either...
Why are the gangster trying to kill Rico?
Or did they want to trick him into joining the organization, maybe by telling him a rival gang attacked his friends?
Or were they maybe afraid he'd work against there interest?
Well, I'm postitve there's more to come, so I'll stay tuned.
Good work, Mr Underwood, yupyup.
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Keer and mobster's still being inside after the police have been through the place IS odd. Thats why Rico bailed out of the back of a moving ambulance. Something must be up. o.o
And yes, the gang members ARE trying to get Rico to work EXCLUSIVELY for them. Up until now it looks like he's been just 'professional' up for sale to whoever wants him.
I guess he's to good and killing of his own good... does that make sense? o.O
Anyway I'll try to get some done tonight. I think I'll try and move the plot faster because I think people may be starting to lose interest. ._.;;
And yes, the gang members ARE trying to get Rico to work EXCLUSIVELY for them. Up until now it looks like he's been just 'professional' up for sale to whoever wants him.
I guess he's to good and killing of his own good... does that make sense? o.O
Anyway I'll try to get some done tonight. I think I'll try and move the plot faster because I think people may be starting to lose interest. ._.;;
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Hey, I'm still hanging on here! Fast, slow, I think it's still good. I'm just taking my time to mull over the questions.
I was a little confused about this part, though: If there was a shootout, then why would the police just let Rico hop into the ambulance without at least a cursory disarming and questioning?
I was a little confused about this part, though: If there was a shootout, then why would the police just let Rico hop into the ambulance without at least a cursory disarming and questioning?
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*is hanging on the edge of his seat*
<img ALIGN=left SRC="http://untitled.keenspace.com/images/De ... pg">[b]Joe from Blue's Clues:[/b]I'm just a green, square loving wiggle master!
Untitled!-- It's a comic strip. No. Really!
And yes, I admit, I stole this sig code directly from Crash, with him standing here so if it doesn't work it's his fault.
Untitled!-- It's a comic strip. No. Really!
And yes, I admit, I stole this sig code directly from Crash, with him standing here so if it doesn't work it's his fault.
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My bad, RL got in the way again. lol
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The structure was just ahead, looming like a blackened castle in the dark sky. The apartments were deathly quiet, the cops had made like ghosts and vanished. Snow had already begun covering places were the cops cars had been sitting. Aside from a few nightowl spectators still gawking at bloodstains the place basically looked deserted. It always did at night. The place looked like a slumbering giant, peaceful and quiet.
Passing through the doors brought a whole new meaning to the word fear. Even the air carried an unsettling feeling with it. Indescribablem like an ill wind but yet at the same time stale and eerie like a cemetery at night. Holding my gun tightly at my side I moved fast for the room. The men in blue has come and gone, the place was covered in yellow tape and the blood was still decorating the floor. It still boggled my mind how that much blood had come from Xe's thin little body, and what was more of a mystery is how he was still alive when they pulled him out of here.
*tha-whump*
The noise send my nerves back on edge, and my gun up to a firing position. It'd seemingly come from the bedroom so that was my new goal, moving quietly through the apartment was no easy task because of the obstacle course of thrown chairs and cushions, broken lamps and kitchware. My friends must have really put up a fight.
There was that word again, for the second time I'd unconsiously called those two kids my friends. I guessed my mind had made the decision without asking me.
*whump*
Again my thoughts were stopped by a noise, this time inside the room for sure. The room was a mess, it looked like the two goons had tried to kill Keer first but failed, the bed was trashed full of bullet holes and torn fabric. The noise had come from the closet. Though it was Keer's closet, Xe used it as well as most of its contents. Yet another reason why I was reevaluating what I thought about my roommate. Anyone that was as big an asshole as Ciaran seemed wouldn't let anyone use all his clothes like this. The thoughts faded as I pulled aside the door, and dropped my gun.
I'd told myself the attackers had failed to kill Ciaran, and that was true somewhat. The rat was beaten, bruised, and blue, not to mention in shock. The phrase 'hit him with everyone but the kitchen sink' came to mind. Although judging by the welt on his skull it looked like they'd used that as well. God he looked like he was dead, but because the silence in the complex I could here him breathing. It took a few pokes on his should to get him awake, and a few seconds to make me wish I'd left him unconscious.
Keer's eyes jerked open and darted around. Seeing me he lurched back into the closet whimpering. I'd have grabbed him and yanked him out, but there was no way to tell how bad those bastards had hurt him and I had no intention of making matters worse. I was at a loss, no idea how to get him to come out of there, and even more clueless on what to do even if he did come out. Hell I didn't even know why I was here, this wasn't my problem.
At that moment I took a step away from myself and listened to self-centered jargon shooting through my brain. What had I been doing? Just because this might be dream didn't mean I had to be an asshole in it. Toby would have been folding his arms by now and calling me a jerk. I'd never act like this toward him or Adi. Hell half the time I treated Sonic better than I'd been treating these two guys. Who did I think I was?
After I'd finished cussing myself out I took a good long look at the rat. He was huddled in the corner of the closet, arms around his knees and face hidden in his arms. I tried to think what I'd do if that where my half-brother. It came like a tidal wave, the emotions I'd suppress from the moment I'd first set foot in this place. Sympathy, loyalty, compassion, and a half dozen others pried their way through the thick callous's covering my soul and reinforcing it. My own ideals came and I suddenly knew how to react again.
Reaching out I put my hand in his, talking softly and telling him everything was ok now and all the other white lies you tell someone to make them feel better. It seemed to help a little. Ciaran looked up one of his eyes was swollen but he no longer looked panicked, just scared. And he did allow he to help him out of the closet. I got him over to the bed, or what was left of it. Outside the sky was starting to lighten, daybreak was coming. But the clouds of snow still covered the sky, an ominious warning.
Suddenly the radio clicked on, Keer's alarm for work. I jumped and grabbed the gun from the floor, not a second after a stood Keer plastered himself to me like a scared kid. The only reason I could think of was that he was still in shock. Seeing that the only danger was being bored to death by the early morning news I put the gun down and started trying to get Ciaran off me. No luck, the radio had frayed his last nerve and sent him deeper into shock. I'd seen enough movies to know that he needed a blanket and cold cloth. The blanket was a go but unless I wanted to drag him into the bathroom there was no way to get the other untill he settled down.
Putting the gun under the torn pillow I lay down, hoping Keer would do the same maybe even fall asleep. The only noise was the radio, and it's news wasn't good news. The anchor-woman's voice was monotone and stoic, her message wasn't one I wanted to hear... "update on the nights shooting... the situation is grim. The police pulled two bodies from the apartments; according to reliable sources one was the killer's and the other of a young tenant. It is believed that he and the boy that was taken to the hospital earlier tonight knew each other and were roomates. The identity of the killer, or how he died is not known at the time...."
Niether would he be known, whoever was behind this thought they'd done their job. They didn't consider me a threat anymore. My question was why they'd gone out of their way to make it look like Keer had died. I could only guess that the person behind was powerful, and had the means to be that 'reliable source' the newswoman had mentioned. Why they wanted anyone to think Keer was dead was a mystery. I figured Xe would be safer where he was, I doubted Twap would let anyone near him.
I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling counting the dots to pass the time as Ciaran slowly settled down and eventually went to sleep. As soon as he did I slowly moved to get up, but as soon as I tried the rat's arm shot over me. It wasn't until then that I thought about what the mobsters had said in the alley, right before I'd extracted venegance on them with screaming nine millimeter death. They'd been using every gay slur in the book. But that I hadn't noticed the same things but I'd never thought about it. I guess once you're stuck in bed with a guy it makes you wonder about those things.
Part of me wanted to get outta there. To shove him off and walk away. Walk outta there and be alone again. That was the same part of me I'd just bitchslapped not an hour ago. The other part didn't see a introverted jerk by me, it saw a scared kid. One that'd just gotten the crap beaten out of him because of me. That same part new that he needed have someone with him now, and with his best friend bleeding like a stuck pig I was the only one around to fill the position.
Looking over I saw his eyes were open, a spilt second later he closed them pretending to be asleep. My mind stopped fussing over his sexual alignment and started focusing on the fact that I was near exhaustion from lack of sleep. It also noticed that the heat was off, and it was getting cold fast. I'm not gonna try to explain why I didn't get up and turn up the heat, truth was I didn't know myself. Instead I followed Keer's example and pulled the blanket over me for warmth. I dozed off for what seemed like a second but end up being longer. I woke up with a start, the sun still hadn't come up and with the coulds outside I doubted it would. I glanced around a little and found what had woken we up, Keer had moved closer in and was using my chest as a pillow. There were no objections in my mind, the warmer the better. It almost felt like home, in knothole. Home where if I was frustrated I could count on Toby to act as a big teddy bear for me. My mind had made another decision without consulting me, it'd decided to sleep. It didn't take long either, but I just wasn't sure if I wanted to wake up.
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The structure was just ahead, looming like a blackened castle in the dark sky. The apartments were deathly quiet, the cops had made like ghosts and vanished. Snow had already begun covering places were the cops cars had been sitting. Aside from a few nightowl spectators still gawking at bloodstains the place basically looked deserted. It always did at night. The place looked like a slumbering giant, peaceful and quiet.
Passing through the doors brought a whole new meaning to the word fear. Even the air carried an unsettling feeling with it. Indescribablem like an ill wind but yet at the same time stale and eerie like a cemetery at night. Holding my gun tightly at my side I moved fast for the room. The men in blue has come and gone, the place was covered in yellow tape and the blood was still decorating the floor. It still boggled my mind how that much blood had come from Xe's thin little body, and what was more of a mystery is how he was still alive when they pulled him out of here.
*tha-whump*
The noise send my nerves back on edge, and my gun up to a firing position. It'd seemingly come from the bedroom so that was my new goal, moving quietly through the apartment was no easy task because of the obstacle course of thrown chairs and cushions, broken lamps and kitchware. My friends must have really put up a fight.
There was that word again, for the second time I'd unconsiously called those two kids my friends. I guessed my mind had made the decision without asking me.
*whump*
Again my thoughts were stopped by a noise, this time inside the room for sure. The room was a mess, it looked like the two goons had tried to kill Keer first but failed, the bed was trashed full of bullet holes and torn fabric. The noise had come from the closet. Though it was Keer's closet, Xe used it as well as most of its contents. Yet another reason why I was reevaluating what I thought about my roommate. Anyone that was as big an asshole as Ciaran seemed wouldn't let anyone use all his clothes like this. The thoughts faded as I pulled aside the door, and dropped my gun.
I'd told myself the attackers had failed to kill Ciaran, and that was true somewhat. The rat was beaten, bruised, and blue, not to mention in shock. The phrase 'hit him with everyone but the kitchen sink' came to mind. Although judging by the welt on his skull it looked like they'd used that as well. God he looked like he was dead, but because the silence in the complex I could here him breathing. It took a few pokes on his should to get him awake, and a few seconds to make me wish I'd left him unconscious.
Keer's eyes jerked open and darted around. Seeing me he lurched back into the closet whimpering. I'd have grabbed him and yanked him out, but there was no way to tell how bad those bastards had hurt him and I had no intention of making matters worse. I was at a loss, no idea how to get him to come out of there, and even more clueless on what to do even if he did come out. Hell I didn't even know why I was here, this wasn't my problem.
At that moment I took a step away from myself and listened to self-centered jargon shooting through my brain. What had I been doing? Just because this might be dream didn't mean I had to be an asshole in it. Toby would have been folding his arms by now and calling me a jerk. I'd never act like this toward him or Adi. Hell half the time I treated Sonic better than I'd been treating these two guys. Who did I think I was?
After I'd finished cussing myself out I took a good long look at the rat. He was huddled in the corner of the closet, arms around his knees and face hidden in his arms. I tried to think what I'd do if that where my half-brother. It came like a tidal wave, the emotions I'd suppress from the moment I'd first set foot in this place. Sympathy, loyalty, compassion, and a half dozen others pried their way through the thick callous's covering my soul and reinforcing it. My own ideals came and I suddenly knew how to react again.
Reaching out I put my hand in his, talking softly and telling him everything was ok now and all the other white lies you tell someone to make them feel better. It seemed to help a little. Ciaran looked up one of his eyes was swollen but he no longer looked panicked, just scared. And he did allow he to help him out of the closet. I got him over to the bed, or what was left of it. Outside the sky was starting to lighten, daybreak was coming. But the clouds of snow still covered the sky, an ominious warning.
Suddenly the radio clicked on, Keer's alarm for work. I jumped and grabbed the gun from the floor, not a second after a stood Keer plastered himself to me like a scared kid. The only reason I could think of was that he was still in shock. Seeing that the only danger was being bored to death by the early morning news I put the gun down and started trying to get Ciaran off me. No luck, the radio had frayed his last nerve and sent him deeper into shock. I'd seen enough movies to know that he needed a blanket and cold cloth. The blanket was a go but unless I wanted to drag him into the bathroom there was no way to get the other untill he settled down.
Putting the gun under the torn pillow I lay down, hoping Keer would do the same maybe even fall asleep. The only noise was the radio, and it's news wasn't good news. The anchor-woman's voice was monotone and stoic, her message wasn't one I wanted to hear... "update on the nights shooting... the situation is grim. The police pulled two bodies from the apartments; according to reliable sources one was the killer's and the other of a young tenant. It is believed that he and the boy that was taken to the hospital earlier tonight knew each other and were roomates. The identity of the killer, or how he died is not known at the time...."
Niether would he be known, whoever was behind this thought they'd done their job. They didn't consider me a threat anymore. My question was why they'd gone out of their way to make it look like Keer had died. I could only guess that the person behind was powerful, and had the means to be that 'reliable source' the newswoman had mentioned. Why they wanted anyone to think Keer was dead was a mystery. I figured Xe would be safer where he was, I doubted Twap would let anyone near him.
I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling counting the dots to pass the time as Ciaran slowly settled down and eventually went to sleep. As soon as he did I slowly moved to get up, but as soon as I tried the rat's arm shot over me. It wasn't until then that I thought about what the mobsters had said in the alley, right before I'd extracted venegance on them with screaming nine millimeter death. They'd been using every gay slur in the book. But that I hadn't noticed the same things but I'd never thought about it. I guess once you're stuck in bed with a guy it makes you wonder about those things.
Part of me wanted to get outta there. To shove him off and walk away. Walk outta there and be alone again. That was the same part of me I'd just bitchslapped not an hour ago. The other part didn't see a introverted jerk by me, it saw a scared kid. One that'd just gotten the crap beaten out of him because of me. That same part new that he needed have someone with him now, and with his best friend bleeding like a stuck pig I was the only one around to fill the position.
Looking over I saw his eyes were open, a spilt second later he closed them pretending to be asleep. My mind stopped fussing over his sexual alignment and started focusing on the fact that I was near exhaustion from lack of sleep. It also noticed that the heat was off, and it was getting cold fast. I'm not gonna try to explain why I didn't get up and turn up the heat, truth was I didn't know myself. Instead I followed Keer's example and pulled the blanket over me for warmth. I dozed off for what seemed like a second but end up being longer. I woke up with a start, the sun still hadn't come up and with the coulds outside I doubted it would. I glanced around a little and found what had woken we up, Keer had moved closer in and was using my chest as a pillow. There were no objections in my mind, the warmer the better. It almost felt like home, in knothole. Home where if I was frustrated I could count on Toby to act as a big teddy bear for me. My mind had made another decision without consulting me, it'd decided to sleep. It didn't take long either, but I just wasn't sure if I wanted to wake up.
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TwoDifferentSox
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Hey, Mr Underwood?
I wanted to ask if you'd mind when I safe the chapters written till now in a word document.
It's easier to have it on your harddrive instead of surfing through the fora when you want want to re-read it once again.
And I'm really looking forward to more chapters, with Xe shot, Keer beaten...it's hard to not fever for the continuation of your story, too see what will happen.
I wanted to ask if you'd mind when I safe the chapters written till now in a word document.
It's easier to have it on your harddrive instead of surfing through the fora when you want want to re-read it once again.
And I'm really looking forward to more chapters, with Xe shot, Keer beaten...it's hard to not fever for the continuation of your story, too see what will happen.
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It's no problem TDS. In fact distribute them as well. I came use all the publicity I can get, lol. Just try and mention who wrote 'em... er something.
But yeah I don't even have problems with people post my stuff. As long they tell where it came from, lol.
And thanks for the interest. This is far from over.
But yeah I don't even have problems with people post my stuff. As long they tell where it came from, lol.
And thanks for the interest. This is far from over.
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It's no problem TDS. In fact distribute them as well. I came use all the publicity I can get, lol. Just try and mention who wrote 'em... er something.
But yeah I don't even have problems with people post my stuff. As long they tell where it came from, lol.
And thanks for the interest. This is far from over.
But yeah I don't even have problems with people post my stuff. As long they tell where it came from, lol.
And thanks for the interest. This is far from over.
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*blushes* thank guys. *^^*
4: Lethal Similarities
It dawned on me that I hadn't be thrown into knothole when I fell asleep, wondering why only made me even more tired. Ciaran shifted a little and mumbled somthing about Xe and Twap, the rest of the words were unaudible. Sleep came again quickly, but just before dozing off a feeling hit me. The unnerving feeling of being watched, of someone in the room that wasn't supposed to be there. My hand swung over to the only standing table were I'd put my gun, it hit nothing but the smooth touch of the table top. My gun was gone.
The truth was it wasn't gone, more like hovering in the air. I held my breath watching it float over and press against Keer's furry temple. It was at that moment that I decided either to believe in ghosts or lay off late night coffee. Reguardless there come a time either to lay down and die or take a risk. To let the paranormal kill you or kill it and be laughed at by anyone.
I took the risk, folding my legs up for a split second and jolting them out at the gun. The impact threw the gun to the floor, jumping up I dove to the floor and grabbed the gun looking around for any sign of an attacker. Of course there was none. Stranger things had happened to me but not here. Ghosts trying to kill people was not high on my list of believeablity. The room was being filled with the light of day, and by now I was too on edge to sleep anymore. My head was screaming to get out of there. But it also knew that the longer I let Ciaran rest, the more help he'd be when he did wake up.
Deciding to let the beaten rat sleep I thought on the previous day. Some things didn't make sense, ok a lot of things made no sense. If I had found Keer this easy why didn't the cops. And why didn't they question me about the dead thugs. And what about the attacker... Things weren't adding up, and even in my frazzeled mind I could tell the was something not right about it. Not just the forgetful police, or the fact that I hadn't been myself since I came here, or even Keer invisible assilant, it was all of it. Fursdale, Knothole, everything; it was like some bad movie plot trying to lead to something big. The clues were there but they made no sense.
"Rico?"
The voice came from behind me, by now I reconized Twap's voice immediately. This time I didn't even try to act tough, I imagined the look on my face alone ask the question but I spoke it anyway, "Is Xe ok?"
"Yeah," Her face was anything but happy. I knew what was coming, part of me knew I deserved it and the other was to tired to deal with it. Twap snarled walking over and the first move was her's, quick and agile, her fist right to my gut. I went down my lungs trying to compensate for the wind being knocked out of me. I didn't try to retaliate, I knew her reason, but she voiced it anyway.
"Who the HECK do you think you are?! I know those thugs had something to do with you! Xe and Keer don't associate with slime like that. This is your fault Underwood, and if Xe would have died, his blood would have been on your hands." Twap's words burned like hot coals being drug acrossed my skin, but she was right and somehow she knew it. I replied in the only way I could fathom right then, "I don't make excuses, and I'm not going to disagree with you. But right now I think we should get Ciaran checked out. He was hiding in the closet, in shock, I think he's ok now but we should be sure."
Twap's eyes suddenly jolted out of her rage stammering, "Keer? But.. but... the radio said..." I wrinkled my nose but before I could speak I was cut off. Keer had woken up and has leaning against the door jam, "Don't believe everything you here Twapa. Rumors of my death are greatly exaggerated." She was dumbfounded, and I was worried. Trying to maintain my air of cool, even with a newly acquired pain in my stomach, I moved over to help steady Keer.
Finally getting her speech back she spoke, "K...Keer? We thought you were dead. Xe's at the hospital, if he hurry we can see you you can see him before the operation." Ciaran's eyes looked pained to hear that, I didn't blame him there was a lotta pain to go around right now. He spent a few minutes trying to think of a reply, "Twap, get over there and tell him I'm ok. I'll get there as soon as I can but there's something I gotta tell Underwood here first."
Twap nodded hesitantly but looked back before leaving, "You sure you wanna be here alone with... him." Keer sighed, "He hasn't killed me yet so either he's run out of places to hide the bodies.... or he's not going too." Twap let of a frustrated sigh and ran out the door.
I'd already been sucker punched once today, but if anyone deserved to beat the crap out of me it was Keer. I tensed myself for an attack as the kangaroorat turned around.
4: Lethal Similarities
It dawned on me that I hadn't be thrown into knothole when I fell asleep, wondering why only made me even more tired. Ciaran shifted a little and mumbled somthing about Xe and Twap, the rest of the words were unaudible. Sleep came again quickly, but just before dozing off a feeling hit me. The unnerving feeling of being watched, of someone in the room that wasn't supposed to be there. My hand swung over to the only standing table were I'd put my gun, it hit nothing but the smooth touch of the table top. My gun was gone.
The truth was it wasn't gone, more like hovering in the air. I held my breath watching it float over and press against Keer's furry temple. It was at that moment that I decided either to believe in ghosts or lay off late night coffee. Reguardless there come a time either to lay down and die or take a risk. To let the paranormal kill you or kill it and be laughed at by anyone.
I took the risk, folding my legs up for a split second and jolting them out at the gun. The impact threw the gun to the floor, jumping up I dove to the floor and grabbed the gun looking around for any sign of an attacker. Of course there was none. Stranger things had happened to me but not here. Ghosts trying to kill people was not high on my list of believeablity. The room was being filled with the light of day, and by now I was too on edge to sleep anymore. My head was screaming to get out of there. But it also knew that the longer I let Ciaran rest, the more help he'd be when he did wake up.
Deciding to let the beaten rat sleep I thought on the previous day. Some things didn't make sense, ok a lot of things made no sense. If I had found Keer this easy why didn't the cops. And why didn't they question me about the dead thugs. And what about the attacker... Things weren't adding up, and even in my frazzeled mind I could tell the was something not right about it. Not just the forgetful police, or the fact that I hadn't been myself since I came here, or even Keer invisible assilant, it was all of it. Fursdale, Knothole, everything; it was like some bad movie plot trying to lead to something big. The clues were there but they made no sense.
"Rico?"
The voice came from behind me, by now I reconized Twap's voice immediately. This time I didn't even try to act tough, I imagined the look on my face alone ask the question but I spoke it anyway, "Is Xe ok?"
"Yeah," Her face was anything but happy. I knew what was coming, part of me knew I deserved it and the other was to tired to deal with it. Twap snarled walking over and the first move was her's, quick and agile, her fist right to my gut. I went down my lungs trying to compensate for the wind being knocked out of me. I didn't try to retaliate, I knew her reason, but she voiced it anyway.
"Who the HECK do you think you are?! I know those thugs had something to do with you! Xe and Keer don't associate with slime like that. This is your fault Underwood, and if Xe would have died, his blood would have been on your hands." Twap's words burned like hot coals being drug acrossed my skin, but she was right and somehow she knew it. I replied in the only way I could fathom right then, "I don't make excuses, and I'm not going to disagree with you. But right now I think we should get Ciaran checked out. He was hiding in the closet, in shock, I think he's ok now but we should be sure."
Twap's eyes suddenly jolted out of her rage stammering, "Keer? But.. but... the radio said..." I wrinkled my nose but before I could speak I was cut off. Keer had woken up and has leaning against the door jam, "Don't believe everything you here Twapa. Rumors of my death are greatly exaggerated." She was dumbfounded, and I was worried. Trying to maintain my air of cool, even with a newly acquired pain in my stomach, I moved over to help steady Keer.
Finally getting her speech back she spoke, "K...Keer? We thought you were dead. Xe's at the hospital, if he hurry we can see you you can see him before the operation." Ciaran's eyes looked pained to hear that, I didn't blame him there was a lotta pain to go around right now. He spent a few minutes trying to think of a reply, "Twap, get over there and tell him I'm ok. I'll get there as soon as I can but there's something I gotta tell Underwood here first."
Twap nodded hesitantly but looked back before leaving, "You sure you wanna be here alone with... him." Keer sighed, "He hasn't killed me yet so either he's run out of places to hide the bodies.... or he's not going too." Twap let of a frustrated sigh and ran out the door.
I'd already been sucker punched once today, but if anyone deserved to beat the crap out of me it was Keer. I tensed myself for an attack as the kangaroorat turned around.
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Chalk it up up him being in shock or something. I'll keep it in mind though.
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*thump*
The rat moved faster than I could ever imagine, and hit harder. I felt my head jerk back as blackness came in waves nulling my senses as they enveloped my brain.
A bad trip, one I'd missed the last time I'd slept, hit me and left me in a nightmare. Familiar faces hovered over me, each of then wrinkled in concern and confusion. Inane mumblings turned to articulate speech and recognizeable voices as blurred figures turned in the residents of Knothole; Toby, Adi, Tails, Rotor, and Sally were around me in the village doctor's hut. Sally was the first to speak, "He's waking up." As my head cleared I tried to sit up, but a nearby nurse put a firm hand on my chest. I was to groggy to resist, but a friend came to my aid.
Adi was never one to differentiate between men and women when it came to fighting. His response was the same, and in this case it was to slap the nurses hand away and snarl, "Leave him alone, he might wanna say somethin'." Whether he was right or not was a mystery even to me, reguardless I sat up and shook my head lightly to further clear it. In the back of the room Sonic looked on with a snear on his face as he let loose some sarcasam, "Come on Sal, foxboy had a little nap, so what?" Sally sighed turned around to face him with her hands on her hips, "Sonic, I'd hardly call being comatose a nap," Her words bit through the fog on unconsciousness. The second wave were the tears on Toby's face, those bit to the bone. The boy shoved the others aside and jumped onto the hospital bed and wrapping his arms around me.
From the look on his face, I had a feeling Adi wanted to do the same but his sense of 'cool' wouldn't let him. Instead he just asked, "What happened Rick? Toby kick you in the head last night or something." I had no answer to the questions... but it was time to tell them everything. I drew in a large breath and told my audience everything. I knew they'd think I was crazy but I didn't care, I was just tired of being the only one to know.
Spilling it out but a look of understanding... and horror to the young fox's face. Rotor's look was about the same, and Sally looked back at them both as if trying to confirm something. I hated not knowing whats going, they knew it but they seemed reluctant to tell me anything. Finally I heard myself blurt out, "What?!"
The immediate response was stares, Toby's was to tighten his grip on me. It seemed like an hour before anyone spoke, but Adi's cool exterior finally faded and his paw balled in fists as the gerbil yelped out, "Is it the new technology or not, dammit?!" Rotor made no attempt to give info aside from saying simply, "It's Gemini." Whatever gemini was seemed to cool my friend down, his face falling he turned around with a hopeless look on his face. Tails sat silent for a moment but the look on my face must have made him speak up, "Rick... Remember the those weird nodes we found in that raid on a swatbot factory last month? The ones not even Nicole could identify." My brain was fried from living two lives but I did seem to remember Sally griping about wanting more info in her little pocket computer, the new technology must have been the reason. After I nodded he continued, "Weellll... The same disk that had what little info we got on the 808's had specs about some kind of DNA projector, it was in a file called Gemini. So we're callin' it the Gemini Effect. Apparently it uses some kinda subspace holo-emitter beam to make someone appear in... in... well to tell you the truth Rotor and I weren't sure were it projects the target."
His explaination made it painfully clear. Somehow that Node we'd found was messing with me. But how and why? What use would that be to Robotnik? Rotor looked preoccupied with his own questions. Sally and Sonic had already left arguing about anything and everything. Tails sighed, "Rick, I don't know what ta do. I don't know why Robotnik would need something like that, or if there are more of them... If... If ya go back to that other reality then be careful. It's not a replica of you, well it is, but it isn't. Gemini literally creates two you, but only one contains your neural impulses. So if you die over there.... um." His ears dropped as he tried to say it. Tails never did deal with death well, but as young as he was he had adapted very well to living in a war. Hearing the stammering I stopped him by skipping the word, "I'll be careful. But I need to go back, I have to warn them."
Tails nodded and walked for the door, he stopped stopped just before it and turned back one final time, "We're hitting a power generator tonight so the place may be a little deserted we ya come back. Just thought I'd let ya know..." I nodded, "Yeah, thanks bud. You guys be careful too." The fox cub exited leaving me with my brother and friend. Adi shuffled his feet uncomfortably, "I wish I could go with ya Rick... I hate to think there's noone watching your back." I gave a grim smile and nodded, "Don't worry man, I got guys to check my 6 for me. They may not be as handy with a shotgun as you, but at least they'll give me fair warning." My words seemed to put him more at ease, or as calm as anyone could be in this situation. Adi and I had been through a lot, and niether of us wanted to see the other go solo. He nodded and turned to leave, still wearing a worried look. My face was no different and before he left I had to tell him something as well, "Don't forget to watch your back. I don't wanna come outta this and lose ya." A small smile crossed the gerbils face as he nodded and left.
I lay back at stared at the roof of the hut, lightly running my hand over Toby's back and waiting for Gemini to do its work.
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*thump*
The rat moved faster than I could ever imagine, and hit harder. I felt my head jerk back as blackness came in waves nulling my senses as they enveloped my brain.
A bad trip, one I'd missed the last time I'd slept, hit me and left me in a nightmare. Familiar faces hovered over me, each of then wrinkled in concern and confusion. Inane mumblings turned to articulate speech and recognizeable voices as blurred figures turned in the residents of Knothole; Toby, Adi, Tails, Rotor, and Sally were around me in the village doctor's hut. Sally was the first to speak, "He's waking up." As my head cleared I tried to sit up, but a nearby nurse put a firm hand on my chest. I was to groggy to resist, but a friend came to my aid.
Adi was never one to differentiate between men and women when it came to fighting. His response was the same, and in this case it was to slap the nurses hand away and snarl, "Leave him alone, he might wanna say somethin'." Whether he was right or not was a mystery even to me, reguardless I sat up and shook my head lightly to further clear it. In the back of the room Sonic looked on with a snear on his face as he let loose some sarcasam, "Come on Sal, foxboy had a little nap, so what?" Sally sighed turned around to face him with her hands on her hips, "Sonic, I'd hardly call being comatose a nap," Her words bit through the fog on unconsciousness. The second wave were the tears on Toby's face, those bit to the bone. The boy shoved the others aside and jumped onto the hospital bed and wrapping his arms around me.
From the look on his face, I had a feeling Adi wanted to do the same but his sense of 'cool' wouldn't let him. Instead he just asked, "What happened Rick? Toby kick you in the head last night or something." I had no answer to the questions... but it was time to tell them everything. I drew in a large breath and told my audience everything. I knew they'd think I was crazy but I didn't care, I was just tired of being the only one to know.
Spilling it out but a look of understanding... and horror to the young fox's face. Rotor's look was about the same, and Sally looked back at them both as if trying to confirm something. I hated not knowing whats going, they knew it but they seemed reluctant to tell me anything. Finally I heard myself blurt out, "What?!"
The immediate response was stares, Toby's was to tighten his grip on me. It seemed like an hour before anyone spoke, but Adi's cool exterior finally faded and his paw balled in fists as the gerbil yelped out, "Is it the new technology or not, dammit?!" Rotor made no attempt to give info aside from saying simply, "It's Gemini." Whatever gemini was seemed to cool my friend down, his face falling he turned around with a hopeless look on his face. Tails sat silent for a moment but the look on my face must have made him speak up, "Rick... Remember the those weird nodes we found in that raid on a swatbot factory last month? The ones not even Nicole could identify." My brain was fried from living two lives but I did seem to remember Sally griping about wanting more info in her little pocket computer, the new technology must have been the reason. After I nodded he continued, "Weellll... The same disk that had what little info we got on the 808's had specs about some kind of DNA projector, it was in a file called Gemini. So we're callin' it the Gemini Effect. Apparently it uses some kinda subspace holo-emitter beam to make someone appear in... in... well to tell you the truth Rotor and I weren't sure were it projects the target."
His explaination made it painfully clear. Somehow that Node we'd found was messing with me. But how and why? What use would that be to Robotnik? Rotor looked preoccupied with his own questions. Sally and Sonic had already left arguing about anything and everything. Tails sighed, "Rick, I don't know what ta do. I don't know why Robotnik would need something like that, or if there are more of them... If... If ya go back to that other reality then be careful. It's not a replica of you, well it is, but it isn't. Gemini literally creates two you, but only one contains your neural impulses. So if you die over there.... um." His ears dropped as he tried to say it. Tails never did deal with death well, but as young as he was he had adapted very well to living in a war. Hearing the stammering I stopped him by skipping the word, "I'll be careful. But I need to go back, I have to warn them."
Tails nodded and walked for the door, he stopped stopped just before it and turned back one final time, "We're hitting a power generator tonight so the place may be a little deserted we ya come back. Just thought I'd let ya know..." I nodded, "Yeah, thanks bud. You guys be careful too." The fox cub exited leaving me with my brother and friend. Adi shuffled his feet uncomfortably, "I wish I could go with ya Rick... I hate to think there's noone watching your back." I gave a grim smile and nodded, "Don't worry man, I got guys to check my 6 for me. They may not be as handy with a shotgun as you, but at least they'll give me fair warning." My words seemed to put him more at ease, or as calm as anyone could be in this situation. Adi and I had been through a lot, and niether of us wanted to see the other go solo. He nodded and turned to leave, still wearing a worried look. My face was no different and before he left I had to tell him something as well, "Don't forget to watch your back. I don't wanna come outta this and lose ya." A small smile crossed the gerbils face as he nodded and left.
I lay back at stared at the roof of the hut, lightly running my hand over Toby's back and waiting for Gemini to do its work.
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D'uh!
That's the first time now I realized that the co-existing reality takes place in the Sonic-universe!
Oh, and Mr Underwood, don't worry, as I copied the text into a word document I included the header you wrote, I wouldn't want to rob you of your deserved credit, yup.
Looking forward to more, and hopefully the KeenForums will be stable for while now, so I won't miss something.
That's the first time now I realized that the co-existing reality takes place in the Sonic-universe!
Oh, and Mr Underwood, don't worry, as I copied the text into a word document I included the header you wrote, I wouldn't want to rob you of your deserved credit, yup.
Looking forward to more, and hopefully the KeenForums will be stable for while now, so I won't miss something.
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