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 Posted: Mon Jul 21, 2008 7:58 am
This page is for those of you who write short stories and poetry... If your not sure if it's good or not post it here for feed back!!! If you are sure it's good then post it for fun and get praise!!! Have fun with it!!!!!!!!!!!
--HGL: Sticky'd for awesomeness.--
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2008 9:55 am
Ooh! I'm writing a book, but I don't know if the first chapter is okay. Can I post it here, or is that too long?
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Posted: Wed Jul 23, 2008 1:52 pm
really dont mind ^.^ if you need help with a certain chaper, then sure, post it!!!!
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Posted: Wed Jul 23, 2008 2:03 pm
Woot! Thanks.
Calmly and smoothly, she slipped out a disk and Internet connector, and plugged her laptop into the world. For a while, she just sat there, sipping her green tea. She smiled when the machine whirred and made a satisfying string of tones. But her face just as quickly reversed, eyebrows scrunched and face in a scowl. Deftly typing in a string of codes, she zipped up the pack and unplugged the connector. As she got up, she tossed it to some tech junkie who was also in the coffee shop with her. “Have some fun with this,” she casually mumbled, and walked off across the street, before disappearing in the crowd.
Meanwhile, in the main HQ of top rate computer flunkies and secret agents, everyone in the server room was completely out of it. Their top of the line, not-even-released computers had just gotten almost completely hacked. And not just that, the hacker had reached the midway point in less than half an hour. That blew everyone away, considering in their practices and test runs of the firewall systems, it took them at least an hour to reach the quarter point. Now, the Head Tech was trying to explain what had happened to Madame C, the founder and leader of Organization 7.
“We almost had their location, but they must have had an alert system, they logged out and shut down before we could pinpoint it.” Tech stumbled over the words, unsure of how to present this case. “Well,” Madame said, “could you find this signal again?”
“Of course Ma’am, if they even turned their computer on, it would be like a slap in the face and not noticing it.” At that exact instance, alarms started buzzing, bleeping, ringing, every sound you could think of came pouring out of the room.
“I can’t believe this guy!” one tech yelled out. “Not only are they back on, they haven’t moved from were they were before!” Madame C and Head Tech rushed in through the whooshing glass doors, and placed themselves at two of the many flashing screens in the area. Slipping on a headset, Madame began uttering a long wind of curses. “What is he up to? He’s not hacking us again, he’s on . . . a dating site?” Everyone in the general vicinity pauses, and proceeds to check her screen. Madame C quickly typed in a couple phrases on the keyboard, and adjusted the headset.
“Calling Section 11, we’ve got a major case in your territory, please respond immediately.”
“Section 11, Agent Mansin here. What’s the issue?” As Madame C explained the situation, a couple casually dressed trackers slip out into the crowd unnoticed, following directions channeled into their ears. They stopped across the street, standing in the exact spot the girl had paused to peer back, and watch the café.
“Doesn’t look like a major threat, Ma’am. Do we intercept?”
“Yes, intercept at all costs!” she blasted into the headphones of the two agents. “I want to see how he does it . . .” An hour later, a very dazed man sat in the back of an utterly black car, with such deep tinting, not even sunlight could easily trickle in. Two hours later, the same man is even more dazed than before, sitting in the exact same spot as before, not remembering three hours of his life.
“If he wasn’t our hacker, then where are they?” Madame C paced across the smooth floors of her pale office, pausing occasionally to try and suggest something, or to look to the others for an offer of ideas. Seeing none, she would resume her pacing more ferociously than before, repeating the cycle often. Suddenly, a Tech Support burst in, and everyone knew what she had to say. They all shared a fleeting glance, and then rushed out of the office, back to alarms and confusion.
“What happened?!” Madame C roared out over the blaring of the paranoid Tech’s alarms. “They were back, Ma’am, but our firewalls finally kicked in against whatever they were using, and completely shut down.” Madame C bit her lip, trying to decide on a choice of action. “We didn’t get fix on location, did we?” She sighed, already saying the answer with the rest of the Tech’s. “No, but we did figure out what they were going for.” At this Madame C looked up in shock, thinking the trail might have just thawed an ounce. “Well? Come on, out with it!” Everyone looks expectantly at the Tech, who nervously clears his throat and reads from a print off.
“At 1000 today, we managed to catch them by surprise, making it harder for them to replicate the stolen data, thus discovering what they were after.” At this, he pauses, and looks around, before returning to the page in front of him. “We almost apprehended the suspect, but instead, all we got was the small chunk of information they forgot to erase. From what we found, and from studying the patterns of empty files, we can conclude the hacker was after . . . the Junior Trainee Bio’s.”
Everyone breathes a sigh of relief, glad it wasn’t anything utterly devastating, like the alter ego’s of the agents. Everyone started congratulating the Techs, but Madame C just furrowed her brow and clacked her nails on the desk. “Why would they go after those files?” she muttered out loud, and went back to thinking it over, while everyone around her celebrated the final stop of the hacker.
Halfway around the world, in the back of an alley side oriental teashop, the very same girl as before made a very angry string of curses, and not because they stopped her program. She was angry because they resorted to completely shutting down the systems, so now she had no choice. Their hard copy files didn’t connect to the internet, so she couldn’t access them anymore. Her final option was laid before her, and she reluctantly had to take it.
Surrounding the building was nothing. Absolutely nothing. No fence, no wires, almost no security. The shadow flitted across the grounds unnoticed, finally reaching a back door that seemed to be a forgotten entrance. Pulling out a PDA, and attaching a plug here and there, the doors security was blasted, and they slid open noiselessly to grant entry to the intruder. Slipping around the hallways noiselessly, the figure checked the handheld computer regularly, and making sure to avoid the guards at all costs. Finally, they find the room they were searching for.
Going back around the corner, the black-clad person spotted a vent, and made their move. Pulling out an extendable hook, they lightly pushed back the cover on the vent. Taking a running leap, the figure flew through the air, and grabbed the edge of the gaping hole in the ceiling. Hoisting themselves up, they replaced the cover on the vent and paused to take a breather. After a moment, they continued moving until they reached the point in the ducts they were looking for.
Peering through the vent cover, the intruder looked down below, at the many humming machines in the room they had found just earlier. There was just a couple people left in the room, and they looked to be packing up. While waiting for the perfect opportunity, the figure pulled out little beacons, and sets them in several spots throughout the vent. Checking the area again, there is only one person left, with their backs turned to the vent where the very shadow he was trying to find was hiding.
The Tech got up and was about to check something on another monitor when he was suddenly kicked in the back of the head, and then shot with a dart. Within moments he stopped moving and breathed softly, slowly. His attacker straightened up, and proceeded to the mechanized sliding doors, ripping off the control panels, and hardwiring the computer chips, programming the doors to completely seal off.
Meanwhile, the Techs who had just left were talking to Madame C. “We believe we might have found a lead, but it seems highly improbable. We were hoping you could take a look at it,” one of them explains to her, while motioning for one of the others to pull out a paper from the folder. “See, we found this image on the cameras where we apprehended the wrong man. This person gave him her computer signature through a connector. But, well, you can see for yourself why we think that’s not right.”
Madame C stared at them for a moment, before looking back at the paper. There, looking straight at the camera was a girl, no more than 15, with long blonde hair pulled back in a braid. Her pale gray-blue eyes had a striking, piercing look to them, as if determined to reach out of the page and glare at Madame C with animalistic fury. Then she saw something that made her look closer, and she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. Where had she seen those eyes before?
A couple plugs here, a wire there, and then the firewalls were down. The intruder knew time was of the essence, so they proceeded to shut down the remaining computers, allowing the server to run faster. About to turn off yet another one, they suddenly stop and whirl around. There on the screen were two faces. They looked nothing alike, except for the eyes. The figure stops and hits a button, turning on a nearby printer as it printed the same as the screen.
“Madame C, we think you would understand better if you saw the whole video clip.”
“Very well, let’s see it” She continues staring at the picture, as if words will form and tell her what she’s missing.
“It’s in the Tech Room. I believe Jeffery is still in there.”
As they walked off down the hall, three turns and a door away, the hacker is ripped the pages out of the printer. Slipping them into a pocket, they pull out the same hook as before. Lifting it up, the grille on the vent is opened.
After rounding two lefts and a right turn, Madame C and her Techs reach the room. Except the doors won’t open automatically. Looking through the glass, they can see the Tech down, but Madame C is the only one who has enough sense to look elsewhere in the room. There! Behind the second row of desks, she can see the black clad person, in a full stealth suit, complete with a mask. She wastes no time, pulled the gun from her side, and fired at the keypad next to the door.
Shots rang out, echoing in the glass room. Startled, the black figure pauses, trying to see what’s happening. Then they noticed the people on the outside of the doors, and more are coming by the second.
Madame C gritted her teeth as she tried to pry open the doors, but still to no avail. Finally, one of the many agents that had turned up fired upon the glass, making it shatter. They all rushed in, to try and capture the perpetrator.
Realizing they are going to get in, the intruder took a running leap, and gripped the edges of the vent, pulling themselves up, just as the room below them gets sprayed with bits of glass and people start to run in. Setting off the devices planted earlier, they thumped with regular intervals, making it sound as though they were escaping the opposite way.
Suddenly, more shots ring out, and so does a sharp cry of pain. The intruder had been hit in the shoulder, and lay, breathing heavily, in the vent, as drips of blood fell from the joints of the air ducts.
“Idiot!” Madame C yelled at the agent who had fired at the vent. “Why on earth would you do such a thing?”
“It sounded like they were escaping, so I tried to cut them off. I didn’t realize they were ahead of the noise.” The agent looks up at the ceiling, and follows a drop down to the small puddle that was forming on the carpet.
“We don’t even know if they are still alive! We needed them to see how they did it! One of you, see to make sure they are still at least breathing.” Madame C huffed as she watches one of her men pull up a chair below the grille and gently let it down.
Hearing the voices faint and faraway, the hacker struggled to sit up, and pulled out a syringe from a slot on the belt. Pulling the cap off with their teeth and closing their eyes, they stabbed the wounded shoulder, and injected the contents of the needle. Then hearing the grille rattling, they inch closer, sounds muffled by the thumpers still going. The vent is filled with light, and a head slowly comes up, only to be kicked viciously across the face, and disappear quickly.
The agent she had sent to investigate came toppling out of the vent, and Madame C thought she could hear faint scuffle sounds coming from the hole in the ceiling. “Find them, quickly!” she roared out at her agents, as they quickly rushed out, each following different vents. She stoped one the many agents, and whirls him around. The young man in front of her had a cocky grin and bright green eyes. His dusty brown hair was never smooth, and flew everywhere in different directions, giving him a wild look. He was just barely 17.
“Joey, no shooting, do you hear me you trigger happy rookie? I want them alive, and if I find out you even aimed your gun at them, I swear, I will station you in Greenland. I’ve done that to many Junior Trainees, don’t tempt me. Got it?” She snaps at him, holding onto the front of his shirt.
“Yes, Ma’am,” he said in a bored tone, and then his grin returned instantly. “But if you don’t let me go, we’re gonna lose him.” Madame C just let go and muttered a string of threats she would do to him one of these days. Looking up, he was already gone and around the corner.
Skidding around another corner, desperate to catch up to the others, Joey stopped. He thought he could hear faint panting, and decided to go the other way. Peering around a corner, he heard the breathing a bit louder. “Hey, you up there. You might as well give up now, you won’t get out free.” He stared at the vent, waiting for a response.
The intruder rushed off down the vents, and could hear someone yelling at someone named Joey. Shrugging with one arm, they continued to crawl off. The pounding of footsteps below showed they were being followed. Grabbing another one of the thumpers from their belt, they activated it and tossed it down the vent, where it hit a corner and ricocheted down another shaft.
Turning around, they head down the opposite duct, and paused for a moment at the edge of a vent that drops down a bit, clutching their shoulder. Then someone is trying to talk to them! Startled, the intruder lost balance and fell forward, and crashed through the shaft and ceiling.
Joey is surprised and gasped when the figure fell out of the vents, and ended up inhaling a bunch of the dust. Coughing, he tried to see through the smoky hallway, and found the intruder. Pulling out his gun, he yelled at the intruder. “Get up! Hands where I can see them!”
The hacker, dazed a bit from their fall, became alert when Joey shouted at them. Slowly, painfully inching up, they turned around to face him. Blood driped from the gunshot wound, and from many other scratches that came from falling.
Joey stood there, not sure what to do. Normally, he would have pulled the trigger, but that was out of bounds. ‘What do cops do again when they don’t shoot?’ Trying to remember, he lowered his eyes a bit. As he does, his gun drooped too.
The hacker suddenly isn’t so stiff anymore. Ducking and kicking out with their left leg, they sent Joey crashing to the floor, and kicked his gun away. Joey jumped up, and threw up his fists, then sent a kick out his attacker’s way. The figure caught his leg and flipped him over, then grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled him up. Swinging around, Joey sent a punch flying through the air, connecting with his opponent’s jaw. Keeling over, the intruder held their face, and then jumped up, connecting their fist with Joey’s chin.
He flew through the air, and landed with a heavy thud on his back. Just as his attacker is about to come forward, someone grabbed them from behind, with an arm around the neck. They struggled and kicked, but their captor is just too strong. Finally, panting, the hacker became still, and scowled at the rest of the agents who had come running and were helping Joey up.
Joey didn’t look too good. His lip was split, his nose was bleeding, and he looked like he could hardly stand up. Still, he couldn’t resist being himself. “See, I told you they would have gotten away without me.” He turned around and raised his arms, or at least tried to. Wincing, he put them back down, and continued to embellish the fight in his favor.
“Oh yeah, I’m sneaking around, following raw instinct, tracking him down, when he jumps down at me and crashes through the ceiling! But that didn’t surprise me. I pulled my gun out, and he kicked it away, doing exactly what I wanted. Grabbing him, I threw him to-.”
“That is enough Joey, did I hear you say you pulled out your gun on them?” Madame C strolled over, staring at Joey. “Well, uh, no Ma’am, cuz if you did, you wouldn’t be asking me,” he replied with a faltering grin on his face. Then he looked down and shuffled away off to the side. “I thought so,” Madame C sniffed at him.
Turning to the hacker, she gave them a good once over. “Who exactly are you? Which agency are you with?” Madame C kept watching, for any sign of an answer. Just as she was about to turn away, she was startled and paused. “No one –cough- of consequence” the figure mumbled, and then their head drooped down and they went completely limp. “Get them to the Medic wing, make sure they don’t bleed to death! And I want a guard on them at all times!” Madame C huffed, and turned to Joey. “You too, you look pretty banged up.” Joey gave her a sour look, but stalked off, ignoring offers of help from others. Glancing back, Madame C came over, and gently pulled off the mask from their hacker’s face. It was a bit shocking.
Madame C stared for a moment, and then pulled the papers that were sticking out of the pocket and unfolded them. She looked at the picture, then quickly pulled out the camera shot from earlier. Looking between the both of them, she looked at the intruder’s face and shook her head. Calling the Techs over, she wanted to see if they could by any chance still watch that clip. Following them back through the hallways, she wondered how much damage had been caused, not only to the hard drives, but to her agents too.
Joey was wincing as the medic in the infirmary dabbed at his many cut and bruises. “Ouch! Easy, will ya? It stings like you wouldn’t believe,” he grumbled, then winced again as the nurse rubbed some more alcohol onto his chin. “Hey Joey,” one of the medic interns called to him sniggering, “come look at who beat you up.” Finally shooing away the nurse, Joey got up stiffly, then went over to where everybody was standing.
“Yeah, yeah, what is it? What do you want from me?” Joey sighed as he limped over to the side to get a better look. His friend merely pointed to the bed, and he glanced down. Joey couldn’t believe his eyes. After all he had been through in the past half hour, the threatening, the fighting, the patching up by the stupid nurse, couldn’t have compared to what he saw lying before him.
What was lying before him was a girl. A pale girl, of about 15, small in stature, with short tousled hair, had kicked his butt. With a bullet hole in her shoulder, she had wiped the floor with him. Her eyes were lightly shut, as if sleeping, and her mouth was slightly open, giving a fairytale look about her. Everyone started snickering when they saw his face, knowing how much that must have stung his pride. Then the medics started shooing everyone away, so they could work on her wounds.
“Gee Joey, don’t know what to say. Maybe you should try practicing your fighting instead of your flirting, eh?” someone called out to him. “Oh, stuff it why don’t ya!” he growled back, shuffling off to his room.
Kay, so I know it's long, but I can't seem to feel right about this chapter. Maybe it's the tone or point of view, but I feel it needs work. Any tips or ideas?
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Posted: Wed Jul 23, 2008 2:39 pm
@.@ holy crap......... I Will Be The First To Buy This Book When It's Published... KEEP WRITING IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! xD
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Posted: Wed Jul 23, 2008 2:50 pm
Haha, thanks. Of course, that's if I ever finish it. Well, you find anything wrong with it?
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Posted: Wed Jul 23, 2008 2:51 pm
((probably want to elaborate more on the verry first part but other than that it's great...... here are 2 of my published poems)) AMISH COUNTRY
Walking down the country lane,
In a cold so cold it freezes pain,
Shivers running down our spines,
Wind whispers in the pines,
Amish country; it’s peaceful here,
A horse and buggy are drawing near.
Big red barns that we walked past,
Trotting horses moving ever so fast,
Two small doves, one black one white,
Resting now, before their flight,
Amish country; it’s peaceful here,
A horse and buggy are drawing near.
Two brown Clydesdales we‘d soon pass,
Walking slow and eating grass,
Hiding there behind the fence,
All our emotions they seem to sense,
Amish country; it’s peaceful here,
A horse and buggy are drawing near.
They walk forward and so do we,
Their breath in the air, we now can see,
They reach out to touch my hand,
Their fur and muzzles like soft sand,
Amish country; it’s peaceful here,
A horse and buggy are drawing near.
Two cousins and two horses, standing side by side,
Who else will come to join our ride?
City and country join in fields of hay,
In the tall grass where we then lay,
Thinking of our glorious day.
Amish country; with air so clear
The horse and buggy are Finally here.
THANKS GIVING MEMORIES
Cousins, aunts and uncles come,
Every person; everyone,
Brought together in this day,
To rejoice and laugh and play.
Snow piles up and snow balls fly,
Through the bright and autumn sky.
Grandma’s cooking nice and sweet,
And every thing else that’s good to eat.
Memories thought and memories told
By every one: young and old.
Sitting up on grandpa’s lap,
How they got a baseball cap,
Singing songs from older times,
Humming children’s nursery rhymes,
Finding sharks teeth in the sand,
Holding crabs upon their hand,
Laying on bright sandy shores,
Or seeing a buggy drawn by a horse,
Big brown horses to whom we rushed,
Amish children hiding in the brush,
Texting from two feet away
And laughing all through out the day,
Sharing secrets late at night,
Telling stories filled with fright,
Thanks giving memories one and all,
Created in one wondrous fall!
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Posted: Wed Jul 23, 2008 3:24 pm
Interesting poems. I like the rhyming myself. That's usually the only ones I can do, but they end up sounding childish, ehehehe. I like the Amish one, with the horse and buggy line in every stanza.
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Posted: Wed Jul 23, 2008 3:29 pm
Wow...long story, but awesome. Nice poems too! ^.^
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Posted: Wed Jul 23, 2008 3:35 pm
Wow, the story and poems are pretty cool. I'd post my story chapters, but they're only rough drafts so filled with bad spelling and terrible grammer razz
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Posted: Wed Jul 23, 2008 8:31 pm
Wonderful guys!
These are really good. I have about...6-8 stories in progress right now...so i'll just post the first chapater of one of them. Its not even so much a chapter as a prologue.
A walk, a quick walk was all it was supposed to be. A chance to go outside and smell the fresh air before the heat of the summer morning made it impossible to be outside. My feet shuffled against the grey and black speckled sidewalk. I couldn’t help but take a quick glance at my watch. 5:50Am is what it flashed blue in the shadowed darkness cast over me by the tree I happened to be walking under. Looking up at the sky through the green leaves of the tree I watched the moon begin to fade, tilting my green eyes down I saw the golden light of the sun begin to peak over the horizon, only reassuring my confidence in the time my watch had given.
I breathed out in a sigh, creating a cloud in front of my lips. This comforting cold would soon fade to a burning heat that would trap me inside with my parents and my brother for the rest of the day. The air had a fresh smell to it, almost like the smell you would expect when spraying a can of frebreze.
“Might as well enjoy it while I can.” I said more to break the silence around me then anything else. I was only 13 and should have been home asleep but the outside world was far to intriguing for my young then a white bedroom with posters. The moment I stepped back inside I would be grounded for a week, but this gentle morning walk made it all worth the while.
A small breeze blew my long wavy black hair around my shoulders, causing me the shiver and think about going home before my parents woke up. Maybe I would actually get away with this walk. Taking one long look up at the sky I turned around thinking I would see the path I just walked up to get to the park. Instead I saw a man, his yellow teeth barred in a smile that somehow seemed to match his worn and tired red eyes. Dirty and matted brown hair framed his thin face as he smiled at me again. I would have been creped out in most cases but the knife that was held in front of my face gave my emotions a tilt towards fear.
“Please…. I just want to go home.” I said softly to the man, taking a step back.
“And I need to eat. Seems like we both have a problem that needs to be solved.” His voice was cracked and rough against my young ears. Even from a few feet away I could smell his rotted breath, acrid and pungent.
I didn’t know what to do. My parents had never told me what to do in a situation like this and I had never taken any kind of self defense class. My instincts began to kick in and my foot slid back on the sidewalk, tilting gently. A deep breath and my body had turned and I was flying down the sidewalk. Well that was what I had expected but instead my small body collided with another body. I felt my head being wretched upward by a hand placed on my chin. His fingers were thick and rough compared to my small soft face. His face was more defined and clean then the other man’s. His eyes were a bright blue and his teeth white but his hair was just as dirty and his skin covered in scars.
“Got a runner. Give us your money or those pretty little green eyes get it.” I had no idea what he meant. All I could think was how I could get away.
“I don’t have any money….” My voice was dying from his hand around my throat but he didn’t seem to care as his grip tightened.
“Yeah Right! Mitch, give me the stuff.” I heard a rustling and then a bottle was held in front of my eyes. It was filled with a dark liquid that flowed freely. “See this!” He shouted waving the bottle in front of her, causing the liquid to splash up against the sides again, “One splash and goodbye world!” I would have offered him anything but I was unable to speak, his hand wrapped tightly against my vocal cords.
“No, nothing. Well then too bad for you.” He pulled off the cap to the water bottle with his teeth and sloshed the liquid with an evil grin before pouring it over my face, sending it directly into my eyes. A scream escaped my lips as the liquid began to burn my eyes, it felt like someone had lit them on fire. I could still see as he threw me to the ground, a smile on his face and a laugh rolling off his tongue.
“You should have paid us little girl.” His blue eyes were the last thing I saw as the burning increased and I slammed my eyes shut, rolling onto my side and clutching my face, avoiding touching my eyes. I could hear them walking away, laughing, I would have felt anger towards them but the pain was too much, my consciousness began to fade. All I could wonder was if I was ever going to see my parents again, my brother, my friends. The blackness engulfed me but now before I was able to look up at the sky one more time and see the moon fade completely.
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Posted: Wed Jul 23, 2008 8:56 pm
Woah, that's kinda dark. But interesting, I wanna read more. Where is this story headed? A horror, an action, a fantasy?
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Posted: Wed Jul 23, 2008 9:08 pm
Its pretty much a story about a girl who is blind, and what happens to her, how she goes on with her life and accepting the fact that she is blind. It was more of a sudo formed idea then anything else... it isn't even that well written for me...I have another story that is partially dervieved from this one in the works... but im pretty sure this one is dead. I just wanted to post something.... XD
Thanks though!
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 8:45 pm
Okay, okay, hold your applause, here is chapter 2! Of what I have unofficially named Agent 008. (Only a file name so I can find it on my computer. Not permanent for all you die hard 007 nerds.) Chapter 2
The first thing she noticed was the pain. The dull, aching throb that started in her arm and slowly rippled through her body, crashing into her head like a tidal wave. Next was the fact that she couldn’t move. Not that she would want to, considering it was taking all her strength to stay awake.
After much deliberation and mental arguments with herself, she creaked her eyes open. First the left, then the right, adjusting her eyes and opened them bit by bit. Soon, she was staring at the ceiling of wherever she was.
Deciding there was no useful information to her whereabouts concealed in the ceiling, she rolled her eyes to the side. To the left was a half closed privacy curtain, beyond which there were doctors and nurses, plus people she couldn’t categorize. Everyone was busy, or at least moving. She guessed she was at a hospital, which was very surprising in her opinion. When she was done looking, her eyes drifted to the right.
And she was startled to find someone there. Staring at her, no, more like glaring. His eyebrows scrunched into a V, and his mouth was puckered, giving him the comical appearance of having just eaten something sour. His lip had a split, and he had a bandage across his nose. His tough scary look wasn’t helped by the numerous band-aids plastered on cuts up and down his arms. She would’ve laughed if it didn’t hurt.
Despite all this, his deep green eyes still shone bright with an eagerness that would better fit a kid. Hanging in those eyes was dusty brown hair, and she guessed it was always the mussed looking. And she also guessed he would have continued glaring at her if a doctor hadn’t come to look at her chart. Jerking his head, his face softened as he blew a few strands from his eyes.
Looking down at her feet, she spotted her doctor. It was a stern looking woman, but her face was in a small smile. At the moment she was directing her attention at the boy at the bedside. “Joey, don’t you have somewhere to be?” So his name is Joey, huh? Glancing to the side, she saw the boy give the woman a small nod and shot one last look in her direction. Then he got up, rather stiffly, and stalked away.
Almost unnoticeably, the woman slipped into the now vacant chair, and gave another smile before glancing down at the clipboard in her lap. “So, you were the one we’ve been trying to catch the past couple days. You sure are slippery for such a young person. I must admit, you breaking into my division is pretty amazing by itself, but you hacking into the computer mainframe is mind blowing.”
At this, the girl raised her eyebrows, thinking hard. What? I didn’t do anything until last night. And I never hacked into any of the computers yet. Wait, her division? It must be- “Madame C?” she croaked out, her throat sore from the dust last night. Madame jumped and looked up from her notes. “Yes, I am Madame C. But I’m really interested in who you are. We caught you on camera a day or two ago, and you look completely different now.” Raising an eyebrow, Madame stared her down. Racking her brain, the girl sat there dumbfounded. “I never hacked your systems. They were shut down before I could even try. That’s why I had to come here, and hack them directly.” She coughed, and tried to raise her arm, but it was shackled to the sidebars, and tingled with numb pain. Looking at it, she remembered her brawl, and realized it had been against that Joey kid from earlier.
Thinking about Madame’s words, she closed her eyes and her swirling thoughts brought up a mental image. Looking back at Madame, she cleared her throat. “You wouldn’t happen to have a picture of your hacker, would you?” she coughed near the end. She had a hunch, but she needed to check it for sure. Glancing at the picture Madame pulled from the pile of papers on her clipboard, she sighed as she felt a smoldering hatred swell up from under the pain killers. “I don’t know if you’ve realized this by now, but maybe I should tell you the whole story, starting b introducing myself. My name is Naomi McClese, and I used to work for you.”
“My dad worked here for most of his life too. My mom was a world-class hacker he had busted. But instead of turning her in, he was reported killed in action. Running away, they moved to Ireland, changed names, blended in. I never learned their real names, but they thought it would be better that way. Afraid their bold move would cost us later, they always had surprise exercises and other obstacles for me. Then my mom would teach me about anything electronic. Computers, phones, even CD players. I was got pretty good at them. You ever see that show DNAngel? Made me laugh, ‘cause I did all that for real.”
“ Only problem was, I wasn’t the only one who did. My sister, Rachel was good at it too. My brother was decent, but he was young. But my parents were right. My sister made a mistake in one of her codes, and it got traced. The next night, we all went to bed peacefully. My sister never said a word about her failed hack, so the invasion was a surprise. My mom answered the door, and it crashed in. Our house was swarmed with secret agents, and I raced downstairs fighting back as best I could. At them bottom, my parents were on their knees, guns at their heads.”
“Looking up, they gave me a small apologetic smile, and begged their captor’s to take me away. I freaked when they grabbed me, and was slowly dragged back, and met my siblings in the kitchen, surrounded by the mysterious faceless men. Hearing shots, silenced but still noticeable, I froze. They dumped me in a chair at the table, and I numbly stared at the wooden grain in front of me. I could hear them talking, and they seemed to come to an agreement. Grabbing me, my brother, and my sister, we were all taken different directions. My sister, the oldest, shouted to me, ‘Remember who killed mom and dad tonight, and remember the code!’”
“We were all shipped to different training schools, trying to change what we had learned. I was ten at the time. Soon I heard my sister had died, and I grew at all the agents around me, at all my captors. I plotted and plotted, and made my escape. Running away at 13 usually never works, but I wasn’t a normal 13-year-old. Unsure of what to do, I went back to Ireland, back to my home. It was still empty, and rekindled my hatred, making me start my quest for my brother, desperate to get him back before you could do anymore to him. So I started selling my services, hacking businesses, making viruses. Everything I earned went towards my research, finding contacts, getting information. Then I started my virus. But your computers were shut down before I even had a chance to use it. And now I know why. Apparently, Rachel isn’t dead, but she doesn’t look older. She should be about 19, but then again, she was always best at disguises. The only way I knew it was her was her eyes. My dad’s eyes. We all had them, especially my brother. He should be about 12 now. Do you still have his picture?”
At this, Naomi glanced over hopefully. Madame C shook her head, and thought over the story. “So, you were the one everyone kept talking about years ago. The computer genius who wouldn’t cooperate. I had always wondered what kind of person you would be. For having a burning hatred, you seem awfully collected.” Staring at her, not unkindly but still stern, she gave a questioning look. ”Yeah? Well, I took a leaf out of Rachel’s book, and kept it all in. A burning fire will only blind you, while a covered lamp will show the way. Believe me, if I let it consume me, I’d be throttling you by now, no matter how much it hurt me.”
Giving her a wry grin, Madame waved her hand around. “I think there’s a smidge too many guards for you to take on in your condition.” Nodding her head, Naomi gave a weak smile too. “Speaking of which, who shot me? I’ll be sure to thank him later for his lead gift.” Her smile turning sour, Madame glared at her. “Nu-huh. You already attacked one of my agents, no more. But you will be here for a while. A long while.”
Now it was Naomi’s turn to glare. “What?! I gotta get outta here as soon as I can. If you won’t let me, I’ll leave by myself!” Growing angry, she tried to get up, but found both her arms and feet bound to the hospital bed. Gritting her teeth, she strained again and again while Madame watched her blankly. “You’ll hurt yourself if you keep that up.” At that moment, the heart monitor spiked and she bit her lip to hold back a scream. Blood blossomed from her shoulder, and Madame C melted into the background as doctor’s swarmed the area.
Her arm was instantly numb, and Naomi could feel it creeping up, and desperately fought back. Struggling against the blackness, her ragged breathing slowed, her arms and legs limp. Joey watched from the edges of the curtain, and shook his head. Turning to Madame C, he looked at her dubiously. “You can’t be serious! She won’t cooperate. We should just lock her up with all the other criminals.” Without looking at him, she replied, “Oh, I’m sure she’ll agree. She’ll have no choice but to agree . . .” Then she tucked the clipboard under her arm and walked away. Joey glance back once more, made a face, and left in the same direction as Madame had.
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