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Dragoni Dracowing Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sat May 26, 2007 2:03 pm
This is my Sonic Fanfiction.
Chapter 1
A New Danger
Lights and gadgetry blinked on and off in the dark, moonless desert night. They ignited like small fires from the surface of a large, four towered complex that reached up to the starry sky. A light wind kicked up sand and made it so the lights seemed to sparkle when they lit up. Three towers of the building were only about three stories high, circling around the center, five story tower like a broken circle. On top of the center tower was a glass dome which glowed with an eerie green light. Each of the other towers had two domes on top of them, a different color within each one.
A small figure clad in black darted from shadow to shadow, making its way along the metal disk that served as a foundation for the towers in the loose sand. The only visible color on the figure was it's eyes, which were a sparkling, energetic blue. It was only about two and a half feet tall and had two puffy tails twisting lazily behind it.
The figure clutched close to the wall of one of the surrounding towers, inched its way to a corner, and peeked around it. In front of the central tower's only entrance were several humanoid robots and security cameras. The robots were tall and silvery, approximately four times the figure's size and by far stronger. Instead of a hand on their left arms, there were rapid-fire laser cannons that would fill the unannounced visitor with uncountable holes. The security cameras were not as much of a threat, but still a threat none the less. Each had a small laser blaster mounted on its side and were quite accurate if they spotted an intruder.
The figure reached to its hip and grabbed a small black pouch. Untying the string holding it closed, the figure opened the top and examined its contents. Inside the pouch was a large collection of little yellow devices resembling paper airplanes. The mini planes were embedded with circuitry that twinkled every time a current of electricity ran through it. The figure grabbed a handful of the devices and tossed around the corner.
The micro-planes immediately righted themselves in midair and sailed towards the door. The robots didn't even know what hit them as the planes stuck point first into their metallic shells and emitted a small EMP burst that disabled them. The figure threw a smaller handful of planes into the air and the cameras met the same fate. The figure then ran forward and pressed itself against the wall by the door. Pulling out one last plane, the figure stabbed it into a keypad on the edge of the door. The controls snapped and fizzled, the door slid open promptly. Once inside, the figure found himself in a hallway leading to the center of the tower.
“Finally,” the figure said, his voice revealing him to be a young boy, “I can take this stuffy suit off.”
He pulled two objects out of his pockets, one was a watch which he clamped down around his wrist. The second was a small comm link to go around his ear. With the press of a button on top of the watch, his suit split on invisible seams and was sucked into the watch. Black fiber gave way to saffron fur, and his round head was suddenly topped with a large pair or triangular ears as they folded out from under the suit. The figure was a fox.
Clipping the comm to his ear, the young fox pressed in a button and called into it, “This is Tails. I'm in the central tower. Is everybody else in position?” He walked down the hall as he spoke, he was all business..
“Knuckles here,” answered a gruff, hearty voice, “I'm in Tower 1.”
“Shadow here,” called a calm, passive voice, “getting inside wasn't a problem.”
There was a moment's pause, then a friendly chuckle came over the comm, “Do you even have to ask about me? If Knuckles could get through, then it would be a breeze for me!”
“Can it, Sonic!” Knuckles seethed. “We can't afford for you to be lolly gagging!”
Chill out, Knux. There's no need to get bent out of shape, right Tails?” Sonic asked, knowing that his best friend would side with him.
Shadow silenced both Sonic and Knuckles, irritation permeating from his voice, “Quiet both of you, keep it down until Tails gives the signal. It's better for us to trip the security simultaneously rather than set each other back by activating the security ahead of time.”
The door at the end of the hall opened automatically as Tails approached it. Just past the opening was a relatively small room, considering the size of the tower. Tails guessed that the rest of the tower was filled with machinery. However, that didn't matter, because right there, in the center of the room, was his objective.
It was a large, black machine that that took up a quarter of the room. The dark shade of the metal seemed to drain light from the pale white room. Energy pulsed through wires and cables like blood through a heart as the device drew from an unlimited power source, the green Chaos Emerald. Just one of the seven gems that give incredible power to those who can collect them. The other six Emeralds were divided between the other three towers.
“Hmm?” Tails looked to the wall on his right and saw a large computer built into it. “What is this doing here? Eggman's base is half of a mile from here!”
“What is it, Tails?” Sonic asked.
“It's a computer terminal,” he answered.
“Eggman must have set it up so that no matter whether we attacked here, or at his primary base, he would have a center of operations,” Shadow guessed.
“Most likely,” Knuckles agreed, “it makes sense.”
Tails walked over to the computer and began typing rapidly, “I'm going to see if I can find out what Eggman is up to. That is, before we take the Chaos Emeralds.”
All chatter over the comm lines stopped as the others waited. Tails' fingers flew across the keyboard as he broke through multiple layers of security, the whole thing was about as easy as tearing so many pieces of paper. He opened as many files as he could at once, each time he found either projects they had already stopped, or blueprints that were now useless trash. Finally, he came across a file called “Cycle Cannon”. Breaking through one last layer of security, he opened the file.
Tails broke into a panic, he shouted into his comm link frantically, “Take the Emeralds! Now! Be sure that you destroy as much machinery as you can on the way out!”
“Wha-?” Knuckles began to say.
“Just do it!” Before doing anything else, Tails pressed in a second button on the comm, “Amy? Can you hear me? Do you know which tower Sonic's in?”
“Yes and yes,” came the voice of a young lady, accompanied by the background noise of a plane's engine.
“I need you to open up an escape route for him,” Tails commanded.
“Alright,” Amy confirmed the order.
An alarm blared in Tails' ears, and red lights flashed as he took the Chaos Emerald and ran. He burst into the hallway and shot towards the door, twisting his tails like helicopter blades and using the force to propel himself forward. He still had a ways to go when his exit path was suddenly sealed by a large blast door. Tails just kept on moving, though, because no sooner had it closed than it was blown open by an explosive force. Smoke swirled and blocked any view of the other side of the new opening. He passed through the smokey portal and was met by Shadow, who held the red and yellow Chaos Emeralds in each hand. Tails knew he had used the Emeralds' power to blow open the door.
Shadow was a hedgehog, a black one. He was a little over three feet tall. His quills were swept back from his head, lowering slightly, then the tips lifted back up and pointed upwards. A strip of red ran horizontally along the top of each quill. His chest was decorated with a puff of white fur, just below his neck, and four golden rings were clamped around his wrists and ankles, just above his gloves and shoes. His shoes were really unique, they created a cushion of air between them and the ground that he skated along using rocket propulsion.
“Thanks, Shadow,” Tails said as he came to a stop.
“I couldn't let that Emerald fall back into Eggman's hands,” Shadow stated, sounding detached and unemotional.
Tails ignored Shadow's tone. He knew that despite how he acted, he really cared for every one of them. Well, maybe not so much for Sonic. Tails looked to his left and right as they waited for the others, and only seconds later Knuckles blasted around the corner to their left and skidded to a stop by them, in his hands were the purple and cyan Chaos Emeralds. The red echidna immediately spun around and checked to see if anything was following him, then, when he was sure he was safe, he put the Emeralds in the crooks of his arms and slapped his fingerless, spiked gloves together.
"Eggman doesn't build laser defense systems like he used to," Knuckles scoffed.
"Strange, the only security I encountered was a blast door," Tails muttered to himself.
"Well, he probably didn't want any security devices damaging that computer in there," Knuckles suggested.
All further conversation was cut short as a mushroom of fire erupted from the roof of the tower on their right. Seconds later a small speck of blue shot from the opening, it was Sonic the Hedgehog, the legendary blue blur, and Tails best friend. Sonic seemed to hang in there air for a split second, then a blue and red biplane shout out of the dark sky and caught him on a metal platform set just above and behind the propeller.
Tails couldn't help but smile as the plane circled lower and lower to the ground. That plane was his pride and joy, one of the first things he had ever built, and still his most useful machine, the Tornado. This plane had a large array of gadgets, laser cannons, four missiles, and even a power core that could hold a Chaos Emerald for increased speed and weapon power. However, that wasn't all the Tornado had, in a tight spot, it had a few surprises that belied it's simple look. First, when there was a need for quick maneuverability and a tight turning circle, the Tornado could transform into a new plane. It's tail would raise up slightly, and the wings would split and form into an X-shape, it wouldn't seem like much, but this really improved the plane's aerodynamics. Then, when there was a tough crowd on the ground or heavy security in a building, the Tornado had a walker mode. This Cyclone Mode of the Tornado is formed as the propeller is flipped inward and hidden by a plate of metal, then two metal legs fold out from the belly of the aircraft.
Inside the tornado was Amy, the loyal pink hedgehog who always chased Sonic around in the name of love. She always seemed to be in a rush to have Sonic feel the same about her, but for years Sonic has always considered her to be a great friend and ally. Even if she got on his nerves sometimes. She was always ready to fight alongside Sonic, and her Piko Piko Hammer, which could grow to tremendous sizes larger than herself, could smash through all but the most heavily armored robots.
Shadow, Knuckles and Tails ran out to meet Sonic and Amy as they circled just outside of the metal plate the towers stood on. When they were only six feet off the ground Amy hit the Tornado's air-brakes, then with the flip of a switch she transformed it into it's walker mode. There was a soft thump as the sand was crunched under the extreme weight of the plane, the legs sunk into the sand about a foot down.
Sonic leaped from the Tornado as his companions approached and immediately started talking about how easy this had been compared to other adventures. Amy even joined in the conversation too, merely tipping the cockpit of the plane a little lower so that she could be both seen and heard. Shadow and Tails remained silent, however. Shadow was quiet because he was a loner, and he wasn't very used to conversation or victory boasts. Tails, on the other hand, was concerned, what he had found on the computer of the central tower was a rather brilliant project. A slow realization came to him that this may not be over.
"What's wrong Tails?" Shadow asked, noting his concern, "I'd expect you to be celebrating with them. You're the one that planned this operation, and I must say that even I am impressed."
Tails paused for a moment, then raised his voice to be heard over the others, "I don't think this stopped Eggman."
All activity between Sonic, Knuckles and Amy immediately froze, then Sonic turned to Tails and asked, "Why wouldn't it have?"
"Because Eggman has built a weapon called-"
"Called the Cycle Cannon!" A voice from above interrupted Tails.
All eyes immediately moved to the source of the disturbance, none of them were surprised by what they saw. Floating in the air above and behind them was Eggman, the mad genius with an IQ of three hundred. He was floating in his Eggmobile, a control station that could plug into various machines and also had a few weapons independent from it's add-on bodies.
"It is a cannon that uses the Chaos Emeralds' true destructive potential, and is infinitely more powerful than my grandfather's Eclipse Cannon," the mustachioed madman continued, raising higher into the air, just in case one of them decided to attack him. "It utilizes the reactive force of Chaos Energy, which is slightly different in each Emerald. If a small bit of energy from each Emerald is combined at the same time, then it creates an exponentially greater power that is liken to the Super Transformations. The energy is then looped back around and returned to the reaction point in an infinite cycle. And the Cycle Cannon can control the impact reaction of the energy, so that it creates a giant explosion, or pierces and incinerates anything in it's path. The only flaw is that all the stored energy is released once the blast has finished."
Sonic and Shadow stepped forward from the rest of the group. Sonic wiped his finger under his nose in a taunting way and said, "You think this will work? We'll stop you just like we always do!"
"I'm not going to allow the planet Maria loved to be dominated by a lunatic!" Shadow roared.
The Chaos Emeralds lifted out of Tails and Knuckles' hands and drifted toward Sonic and Shadow. They then joined their kin in a slow orbit around the two hedgehogs.
"Well, let's see how you match up against my Cycle Cannon!" Eggman cackled, pressing in a button on his Eggmobile's control panel.
Immediately a large, snakelike tube shot out of the central tower. The metal tentacle lashed upward, twisted around, and pointed down on the heroes with it's immensely large laser barrel. Amy turned the Tornado around to face the machine and let loose a barrage of missiles and laser fire, but the device sensed every shot and twisted elegantly out of the way.
By now the speed of the Emeralds' orbit had increased exponentially, they became a multicolored blur as they drew closer and closer to the hedgehogs. Sonic and Shadow's bodies seemed to become a mass of light, and the emeralds orbit drew into the mass. It looked like the Emeralds merged into their skin as the transformation ended in a gust of energized air.
Sonic and Shadow hovered inches off of the ground, the power of the Chaos Emeralds keeping them afloat. Their skin changed to a blazing gold color and the very air around them seemed to turn gold in the energy field they exerted. Eggman continued to cackle as he pressed in another button on his vehicle. White hot energy flared in the cannon and burst forth in a brilliant ray of light.
Sonic and Shadow could do only one thing, they raised their hands up and shouted, "Chaos Control!"
Tails, Knuckles and Amy stood firm behind Sonic and Shadow as hey awaited the outcome.
The energy of Chaos Control and the Cycle Cannon combined, light poured forth and eclipsed everything in a white dome. Tails, Knuckles, Amy, Sonic, Shadow, Eggman, the Cycle Cannon, and the towers. All of them were shrouded in light, and when it dispersed, they were all gone.
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2007 2:06 pm
Chapter 2
Vigilant
Two figures circled each other in an empty, white room. The plaster on the walls and ceiling were scarred with numerous scrapes and holes. The first man looked to be in his early twenties, his long brown hair was damp and frazzled with sweat. He wore a light, white, full body suit with puffed out pads only millimeters apart. In his hand was a broadsword with a plain, steel hilt and a brown sheath that hanged from his hip. His breaths were deep and irregular as he stared down his opponent, his back was slightly hunched over and his sword arm burned from exertion.
The man across from him wore a suit similar to his, only it was a bright cobalt blue. He wore a matching blue helmet with a black visor that hid his face entirely. No visible sign of exhaustion came from him as he stood, tall and confident, over his enemy. The only thing that betrayed the efforts of the fight was his slightly deeper breathing. Slowly, the blue combatant raised up a b*****d sword with a matching blue blade. The hilt of the weapon portrayed a silver dragon, the sword emerging from its mouth like blue flame and its talons clutched around a ruby red pommel stone. The dragon's wings were spread wide, the silvery steel appendages curved out and back forming a wide hand guard.
"You're getting rusty in your old age, Lance," A young and confident voice taunted from behind the masking helmet. "Do you want to forfeit?"
"Nic, please, you're kidding, right?" Lance shot back. "I'm winning this fight. You're in denial."
"Hmph," Nic huffed in amusement, "We'll see about that."
Nic ran forward, grazing his blade along the floor and bringing it up towards Lance's thigh. Lance responded in kind, charging forward, then bringing his blade to deflect the blow. The clash of steel on steel filled the room as Lance pushed Nic's blade away, then used his momentum to spin around completely and block a rebound strike on his other side. The two warriors raged back and forth, swinging high, low, stabbing, thrusting, parrying, and counterattacking.
Lance couldn't help but marvel at Nic's grace and speed. Nic knew all of his moves and had the talent to make new combinations on the fly, he might as well have been born with a sword in his hand and a fire in his heart. Still, Lance continued to fight, just because Nic was good didn't mean he won all of the time. As far as Lance could count, their victories and defeats were dead even, but maybe not for long. With every fight it grew harder and harder for Lance to beat Nic, and he could tell already that Nic's full potential was far greater than his own. He would make the most of it though, he wasn't going to cut Nic any slack.
Arcs of silver and blue streaked through the air and sparks flew as the two met, then disengaged, only to come together again moments later. Finally, Lance saw an opening. Nic's left side was vulnerable and he took advantage of it. Lance put both hands on the hilt of his sword and thrust it forward, putting all his weight into the move. A smile of victory crossed his face at the prospect of another win, and he only noticed his mistake once it was too late.
The opening was bait, a lure to get Lance to make a mistake, and it worked. As Lance thrust forward, Nic brought his blade down. With a quick sidestep Lance's attack missed completely, and Nic cleaved into the pad on his opponent's back. The fabric on the surface of the suit split easily, but the blade was immediately stopped short as it hit a layer of Kevlar, a material used in bullet-proof vests. If the Kevlar hadn't worked, then a layer of overlapping titanium alloy plates would have stopped it. These suits were designed for combat, and designed to keep their owners safe from a variety of weapons.
Lance was slammed onto his stomach by the force of the blow, it may not have been lethal, but it still hurt.
"Dead," Nic stated simply, holding out his hand to help Lance up.
"Good match," Lance admitted, taking Nic's hand and hoisting himself up. "These fights have been a whole lot more fun."
Lance sheathed his blade as Nic went to lean against the door on the far end of the room. He stuck his blade point first into the ground and left it standing there as he sat down with his back to the door. Nic tentatively reached under the rim of his helmet and pulled outward, the edges popped outward and he slid his head out of the opening. He hanged the helmet on the hilt of his sword, still stuck in the floor.
Nic was a teenager, about fifteen years old, and the first thing about him that would catch anybody's attention would be his hair. It was dyed a blue that perfectly matched his suit - people obviously caught on to the fact that cobalt blue was his favorite color- and had five evenly spaced stripes of his natural black hair running from his forehead to the back of his neck. His bright green eyes were alight with a flame of confidence that he had had since the day he was born.
"Yeah, these suits I had made really let us go all out. We've used them for ten fights and I'm still surprised at how light and maneuverable they are," Nic agreed, cracking his neck and knuckles.
"It's not just that," Lance added, "Your skill level is shooting through the roof, it's been growing faster because you've been able to train without having to worry about killing me. It won't be long until I can't beat you at all."
"You're just saying that," Nic smiled.
"Tell that to the bruise on my back," Lance countered.
This got a laugh from Nic, Lance always knew how to keep his spirits up.
"So, how are you liking the helmet?" Lance asked. "The new features good?"
"Yeah," Nic answered, "The field of view is a bit bigger than it was and now I don't have to fiddle with a damned buckle. Still, it is a limitation, even if it's bulletproof. That's why I've been wearing it when we train, better to practice with friendly sparring than making a mistake during the real thing."
Lance somewhat smiled, Nic could tell that not all of his heart was in the gesture. He never really liked Nic's idea in the first place. Danger was a constant in Nic's line of work, and his job could also put both his sister and Lance in harm's way, if anything went wrong. Still, Nic's work had made a huge difference in his town and even the neighbor city a few miles to the south.
A faint chime sounded from the other side of the door. Nic opened it and reached over by the corner of the frame. He pulled a cell phone out of a white leather belt and flipped it open. The fire in his eyes seemed to flare as he read the text message on the screen.
"I know that look," Lance sighed. "It's one of your snitches isn't it?"
"Yep," Nic chirped, grabbing the belt and standing up. He strapped the belt around his waist and tightened it, checking his sides to make sure that the two platinum white pistols on each side were securely holstered. He then flipped the phone closed and put it in it's little belt case, slipping on a pair of white leather gloves with bumps on the palm for gripping. With a quick look around his back he made sure that each slot in the back of the belt had a clip of ammunition for his guns. Finally, he reached over and picked his helmet off of his sword, sliding it back on and clamping it down.
He was ready, he was as prepared as anyone could be. He knew what he had to do and nothing was going to stop him from doing it.
Lance knew this too, so there was only one thing he could say and always said, "Just don't get yourself killed."
"Better me than somebody that's helpless," Nic repeated his ritual reply.
Nic yanked his sword out of the floor, and held it out, hilt first, to Lance.
"Would you please put Flash away for me?" Nic asked.
"No problem, cousin," Lance answered. "Just try to stay alive, for Maria.
Nic could only smile as he patted his cousin on the shoulder, then turned and walked out the door. The hallway he was in was relatively simple, yet had a peaceful beauty to it. Dark greens blended with browns on the walls next to common plants in cheap but nice vases on little wooden tables. Doors along the hall to the right were spaced about nine feet apart and alternated from one wall to the other. Directly to the left was a foyer, two staircases circled around the edge of the room joined at the second floor while another hall extended just opposite of the one Nic was in.
Nic walked to the right. He passed every door until he came to one at the end of the hall, then entered it into a large garage for five vehicles, all lined in a row before their designated doors. First and closest to Nic was a white Firebird with two blue stripes running from front to rear bumper. Second was a plain, red Chevy Impala with a Hybrid engine, then a black Porsche. Lastly,there was a black and red Chopper and a blue and white Harley Davidson.
Could you guess which were Nic's?
In second Nic was swinging his leg over his Harley and turning the ignition key. The garage door slid open immediately when he pressed a yellow button just below the handlebars. Once he was clear he cranked the bike into gear, pulled the throttle, and out rolled out of the garage. He closed the door once he was out of the way by pressing the yellow button again.
Nic stopped for a moment and looked back at his house, it was a large and spacious mansion on the edge of a growing city. The house was not at all overly fancy, and the design was, in fact, quite simple. The land it was on wasn't exactly top of the line either, they had a small front yard of only about fifty square yards that was mostly taken up by a beautiful flower garden. There were no super special flowers in the garden, just a little of everything, daisies, roses, you name it. The flower that took up the most space on the garden though, were morning glories, Maria's favorite.
Nic took a moment to admire the beautiful garden his sister slaved over, then pulled out of the driveway. As he passed a security fence he popped a wheelie, his personal, traditional salute to his home in the case that he didn't come back alive.
He drove calmly down a slightly bumpy paved road that led down the mountain towards the city. Every so often he had to swerve out of the way of small potholes, but other than that there was nothing on the road, it only led to his house and people rarely used it. Once he was in the city he slowed down a bit for traffic, and made his way through several intersections. He made random lefts and rights, making sure that nobody followed his erratic pattern, but still maintained the same basic direction. Finally he entered a darker part of the city. Old and shabby buildings were all he could see for a whole sector of about thirty blocks in diameter. Hardly anybody lived in this part of town, even gangsters and homeless people stayed clear because of idiotic stories of radiation and other nonsense.
All that stuff was a bunch of stupid lies, but Nic didn't care because it served his purpose well. He had a friend here in this section of the city that nobody knew about, a guy that liked his privacy and didn't care about this section's stupid infamy. When Nic reached the center of this dead sector, he turned up to a large garage-like door to an old auto repair shop from the fifties. The only thing that was ever around this place was an old beaten up convertible on the side of the road, rust coated it's formerly maroon paint job from countless years of rain and inactivity.
Nic parked his bike in front of the large door and gunned his engine, the resulting roar was loud enough to be heard for at least two blocks, and, obviously, all through the building. There was a soft clang on the other side of the door and it slid open, stopping just high enough so that it was a foot over Nic's head level. After sliding his bike in onto an old version of those things that repairmen use to lift cars off of the ground entirely, Nic hopped off of his bike and clicked a button on the wall near him. The door closed noisily.
The building he was in looked very much like an auto repair shop, but not entirely. TVs, a computer, some game consoles, a bed, a couch, a lounge chair, all of these things were spread about in various locations making it look crudely like a mix between an office, bedroom, and a living room. There were three closed off sections though, areas that were annexed in by walls, unlike the rest of the building. Off to his left was a small room that was the bathroom, - every house needs one - and a little to the right was a much larger room that his a kitchen and table. Off further to the right was a room that was halfway between the other rooms in size, that was the real office, and where his friend was.
As Nic walked to the office room, something caught his eye, it was a two baseball bats hanging from some pegs in the wall. They were hanging on a wall not far from the office, a little out of the way, but not totally unnoticeable. He took a slight detour to retrieve the bats, one was aluminum and the other was wood, and both were labeled as Louisville Slugger. With two swings Nic found the balance and weight of the bats to be satisfactory and continued through the door to the office.
On the opposite end of a black metal desk was a fidgety looking man that seemed to be examining something in a drawer. Upon seeing Nic, the man slammed the drawer shut. His eyes darted back and forth behind his unruly, blond hair, refusing to look up at Nic as he spoke, "Hello, Vigilant, I have some new bats for you hanging-" He took a quick glance at Nic then looked away again. "Oh, I see that you already found them."
The Vigilant, that was his alias, the one he used when working.
A year ago the entire city was a virtual crime spree all night long, and he always knew that something had to be done. He began training when he was twelve, using swords, guns, spears, and everything else he could get his hands on in order to improve his skills. He used his sister's money to purchase his gear, he even befriended some scientists hired them to develop his helmet and suit in an empty compound he purchased five miles south of the city.
If he wasn't Nicholas Veloc Rush, the brother the child star, Maria Rush, he would have died by now. He would have been shot a long time ago, probably even the first time he tried this "career". And without his cousin, Lance Baulder, he never would have gotten the proper training he needed to start his mission. He owed a lot to his family, and he owed it to his departed parents to make this city safe to live in.
His parents weren't killed by a criminal, a drunk driver, or any person. All that it took to take his mother and father away was a slippery patch in a wet road. He was only nine, and Maria was fourteen. They had been eagerly awaiting their parents' return with news about Maria's audition for a movie when an officer came by and delivered the bad news about their parents. The officer took them into a foster home, which was absolutely terrible, Nic was teased by many of the kids because of his wild imagination, and no matter how much he beat them up they kept messing with him. That only lasted for a week, however, since the director of the movie Maria had auditioned for came by telling her she had gotten the part. Maria accepted the role - on the condition that they get a reasonable amount of payment up front for the job - then immediately emancipated both her and Nic.
For a while they had it rough, as one would expect for two independent kids, but they had a healthy adult figure in the officer who they had met. For the first year of their new lives he drove Maria to work and Nic to school. Maria was a big hit and Nic got stellar grades. But as soon as Maria got her drivers license a year later the officer who had been so kind in helping them out saw that they could take care of themselves. He left them alone and let them do as they pleased. In his freshman year , Nic passed the Highschool Competency Test after volunteering to take it. From there on he was told that he didn't need to participate in school other than college, he was free to become whatever he chose.
(More to come on this chapter.)
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Dragoni Dracowing Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2008 9:58 pm
i like it so far boss. but you have a lot of punctuation errors too.
but i'll admit that i'm not quite thrilled by it; i grew out of fan-fics & do my own writings (i find it to be the best way to ignore class, both high school & college)
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