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Another Story Written Amongst Boredom

Marshmellow01 — Sun, 09 Mar 2008 19:42:06 CDT

Yet Another Story Written Amongst Boredom

Marshal Sherry

2.13.08
Caitie my stories work out much better when I use my life characters so in this story I am going to do the best of my writing abilities to limit my heroism. I didn’t really have a plot in mind when I started this, Im just laying here sick as a dog and I needed something to do. Here it goes. Hopefully the plot will unfold by itself.
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It was a warm, humid day at North Marion high School and the bell had just rung for the end of the day. Students were slowly filing out of the school, some headed for the buses, others heading for practices and after school activities.
But deeper inside the school the atmosphere slowly drew more serene as North’s halls slowly emptied and the dry air constricted the throats of all those left behind. A roaring outside the school signaled the buses were gone, and those left, mostly teachers, could relax after the day. In the cafeteria several band students gathered to wait for their practice to start several minutes from then. The kids laughed as they gossiped with each other and told random stories. And in the gym, a summer session of basketball league practice was being held. One half the girls were running suicides and the boys on the other half were shooting threes.
But, in a more settled environment, three kids were patiently sitting in the library exhausted from just watching the kids across the hall in the gym. One of those three was Caitlyn Bonnette. Caitie was a bookworm student, always interesting in reading or even writing her own work. Caitie finally got the position of chief editor of the yearbook committee she had been striving for since freshman year. She was an independent girl, defying any law that told her she was just like anyone else. In a way she was a rebel…denying any possible way the fashion, style, or trend industries could influence her at all. She was a big girl, mostly because of her “upper body” and somewhat loose clothes.
Beside her was another junior named Lyndsey Reutter. Lyndsey was another rebel, never accepting defeat in any way. Her ‘bitchy’ attitude is why the friends she had loved her…or was afraid of her. That junior year she was elected Vice President of the class and she was made one of the senior mat-maids. She was somewhat a book worm to but was more active and outgoing than Caitie. Although her body frame was more sleek than Caitie’s, her ‘upper body’ too was excessive. But her light blue eyes caused your eyes to stray farther up, almost blinding in their uniqueness.
The other girl was Sloane Twyman. Her personality was comical and one could always find the hint of sarcasm. But anyway the three girls sat waiting on Mrs. Hadix who had run to the lobby to print off some papers.
The library itself was musty smelling, but the computers encircling the all the shelves of books made it a bit more modern. But, what confused the girls was that the shelves were bare. Their occupants were stacked on the floor in front of them, awaiting their escort back home.
“This doesn’t look to promising.” Caitie said, finally glaring at the many books sleeping on the cold carpet below them.
“Looks like we’re gonna have to re-shelf all these books.” Sloan pointed out.
“Damn. Wish I knew this or I wouldn’t have volunteered.” Lyndsey cursed as she realized she didn’t want to be there anymore.
“Maybe we could just sneak out…you know…slide out of the window or something.” Sloan added more sarcasm.
“That doesn’t sound too bad really.” Lyndsey joked as the girls hoped out of their seats and jokingly heading for the window. They weaved in and around the piles of books so awkwardly placed on the green and blue carpet.
Just as they reached the window, the library door slammed and the three girls looked at each other. Each of their faces turned pale as they sprinted back to where they had came from, almost as fast as the girls running just across the hall.
There, standing in their wake, was Mrs. Hadix, the librarian.
“Is this all of you?” Mrs. Hadix asked, surprised yet understanding no one wanted to work in a library in this scorching heat.
“Well as you can see we have to re-shelf all the books for the summer,” the girls simultaneously shot themselves in their own minds. Mrs. Hadix must have noticed their immediate agony, for she too changed expressions. “, but since you were my only volunteers…I guess I can pay you guys.” All three faces perked up, just a little.
“How much we talking there, Missus H?” Sloan toyed.
“Well I don’t have much, but how’s $25 dollars a day sound?”
“Apiece?” Caitie asked.
“Yea sure. Y not? Seeing how you three are giving up your own time you could be playing sports or relaxing at home.”
“Well we really don’t…” Caitie began but Lyndsey stepped on her toe. Caitie displayed a face of agony, which kept her from finishing her sentence. “We really are giving up our time to come and help you out.” Lyndsey finished. The two girls eyed each other for a moment, until Lindsey’s charm finally took.
“Well I really appreciate it so if you could work at least an hour each day after school this week till Friday…you’ll each pocket around…”
“$125” Caitie finished, making Mrs. Hadix scowl.
“Yea. That’s it. That’s also why I’m a librarian, not a math teacher.”
Mrs. Hadix showed them the ropes for about ten minutes then let the girls finally get to work. Caitie stood at the front desk, sitting on a wooden stool facing a computer in which she categorized and recorded each book. Then Lyndsey and Sloan would take each individual book and place it on the shelf. For the first half an hour they worked in silence, trying to make sure they were doing everything right, then they began to get more careless.
“So you getting a summer job Caitie, or are you just gonna keep your nose in a book the whole time?” Lyndsey joked, going from yelling to whispering as she moved across the library placing books.
“Well I have to get gas money some how, but I don’t want to do hard labor.” She replied, typing in a call number into the database.
“Oh so you want to be a cashier or librarian.” Lyndsey joked.
“Yea I WOULDN’T MIND THAT!” Caitie hissed, laughing as she did so.
“Well geesh Caitie that narrows it down a bunch of jobs for you.”
“I heard the Fairview library is hiring.” Sloan added, passing Lyndsey and bumping her into a stack of books with her butt.
“Really!” Caitie exclaimed, almost knocking over a stack of books Lyndsey had just ordered.
“Caitie you knock over that stack and your ass is mine.” Lyndsey snickered but soon blushed as Mrs. Hadix walked back in. She was carrying a box of books with FVFD books written on the side.
“That’s enough work for today girls, but I have a favor to ask.” Mrs. Hadix explained as she sat the large box on the counter.
“Can you guys get this box to the Fairview Volunteer Fire Department? They asked for books to auction off for a fundraiser.” Caitie looked at Lyndsey who looked at Sloan.
“I told my mom we’d be here later than this, so she ain’t coming for a while.” Caitie said.
“Same here.” Lyndsey replied.
“Well my moms already here, so I better get going.” Sloan said as she pushed passed them all and out the door. “See ya’ tomorrow Missus H.”
“Well how bout you two, can you get it there?” Mrs. Hadix gave a sad smile, just as a seven year old did when not getting what they wanted.
“Yea I guess so. We’ll have to get a ride somehow though.”
“Good.” Mrs. Hadix said as she left, obviously not caring about how they were going to get there.
“Well.”
“Well…got any ideas?” Caitie asked Lyndsey as they glanced at the box then back at each other.
“Uh…oh! Marshal works in Fairview after school. He goes there after tennis practice.” Lyndsey remembered.
“Yea, but how do you plan on getting back?” Caitie asked, looking at her wrist watch then back at the wall clock.
“We’ll worry about that later. Here.” Lyndsey shoved the box off books in Caities arms and took off out the door. Caitie struggled to wobble behind her.
Gee thanks!
As the two left the main school, they passed the band room which was now throbbing with music. Through all of the commotion, they could hear the sound of what seemed to be the theme to Sponge bob. The two girls laughed as they heard it, never expected the bald old ogre of a band instructor, Mr. Straight, to play such ludicrous music.
Farther down the road was the Varsity basketball team running shuttles up and down the street. Half of them were shirtless, which made Lyndsey break into a brisk walk and Caitie follow unknowingly with the box.
“I cant believe there so much going on with just one week of school left.” Caitie said, barely seeing anything over the box.
“And to think, we’ll be seniors next year. We’ll practically rule the school.” Caitie continued, not realizing Lyndsey was focused on the running boys beside her.
Caitie glanced over and saw what Lyndsey was gawking past as she slowly walked by.
“Here, you take the box!” Caitie threw the box at Lyndsey which she let just fall to the ground, spilling everywhere. The two girls stood there, staring at the sweaty runners.
The coach looked over and laughed to himself.
“Can I help you guys?” He chuckled. Finally realizing, the two snapped from their trances and gathered up the books laying around their feet. They quickly through them into the box and took off past the weight room, the coach laughing at them the whole way.
Finally in the clearing of the tennis courts, the girls could see the tennis team was just wrapping up. Everyone was squeezing out of the gate opening and headed for the school. Finally they saw Marshal weaving out of the fence with a girl named Shilo Summers. He was wearing black gym shorts and a north Marion tennis team shirt. His face was red and sweat beaded off his forehead until he wiped it off with a towel in the bag he was carrying along with the racket case swung over his shoulder. Marshal was a regular kid, involved in clubs, junior class parliamentarian, and pretty athletic. He didn’t play many sports, site tennis, for North but he was always outdoors. His personality was one of a pastor, always listening to people problems and feeling like the weight of the world was on his shoulders. Most of his sophomore year was just messing around doing what ever he felt like doing, but this year he changed a little bit. He was more mature and hung out with a slightly different crowd, not that Caitie and Lyndsey weren’t his friends.
Without seeing the girls, he stepped off the sidewalk and walked down the grassy hill where his car was parked below. The white thunder bird was an old model, but Marshal always kept it spotless. He threw his bag onto the hood and dug around in it for the keys, which he pulled out.
Caitie and Lyndsey lugged the box down the hill, finally catching Marshal’s attention.
“Hey guys, what’s up?” Marsh said as he pulled out some roll-on deodorant and applied it under his arms, following that with a brief spray of axe. “Shower in a can…” Marshal joked. They amusedly laughed and continued on.
“So are you off to work?” Lyndsey asked, quirking an eyebrow.
“Yea, why? You need something?” Marshal asked catching on, throwing his bag into the trunk and finally turning to face the girls.
“We are heading in that direction to, can we hitch a ride?” Caitie asked.
“Yea, we’ll even do our fancy hitch hikers pose.” Lyndsey snickered, slightly pulling up her pant leg. Marshal laughed as he walked over to Caitie and took the box from her, carefully setting it in the trunk.
“Such a gentleman.” Caitie remarked as she walked around to the other side of the car. Lyndsey crawled in back and Marshal sat down and started laughing.
“What?” Lyndsey asked if she was apart of the joke.
“Might help if I close the trunk.”
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“Marshal your driving is gonna give me a heart attack!” Caitie said, gripping the ‘oh shit’ bar.
“I’m a good driver, what are you talking about?!” Marshal defended, laughing at the two girls.
“I didn’t say you weren’t, it just I feel like I’m on a roller coaster!”
“What? Did you say faster?” Marshal gunned the gas and the old t-bird zoomed past 50.
“Ok. You showed us! You can slow down now.” Lyndsey gripped from the back seat.
“But where’s the fun in that?” Marshal finally slowed down as they entered the thriving town of Fairview. They passed the dollar store, then the quik mart where Marshal honked the horn at a boy on a skateboard.
“That your man whore?” Lyndsey asked.
“You know it!” He laughed as he finally pulled up into the fire department.
“Last stop, VFD.” Marshal turned to look back at Lyndsey then over to Caitie.
“Thanks for the ride, buddy.” Lyndsey said as she and Caitie got out and circled around to the trunk. Marshal flipped the handle and stood halfway out of the car.
“C’yall later.” Marshal ducked back in and headed back down the street to Poppies Pizza.
“Well were here.” Lyndsey looked at Caitie, realizing it was boring without the third wheel there to add to the conversations.
The fire hall was pretty packed, people moving in and out of the main door with items in hand. A very obese cop, standing at the entrance eyed them awkwardly. Lyndsey stared back as the two walked into the building with the curious eyes following them.
“I think he’s checking you out, Caitie.” Lyndsey laughed as she motioned for Caitie to follow her over to a booth that had several boxes of books.
“Hey. We were told to bring this box here from North.” Lyndsey said shyly.
“Well your at the right place, right over there next to the necklaces.” The chunky woman pointed over into a group of booths, one with stands of silver and gold necklaces dangling over the table.
“Thanks.” Lyndsey walked away as Caitie led the way through the crowd and to a small booth with red cloth draped over the edges. Behind the table was two women, both about the age of 60.
“Are those from Mrs. Hadix?” One elderly woman asked, peering over a set of bifocals. Caitie nodded.
“Okay, thanks so much kids.” Lyndsey smiled as Caitie sat the box down and the two scrambled to get out of there. As they neared the exit, they both noticed that the cop wasn’t there anymore.
“Aw. I wanted to ask him out for you Caitie.” Lyndsey laughed as Caitie punched her in the arm. The two stepped out into the daylight and noticed a county cop car pull up to their left, then two more on their right side.
“I bet someone tried to steal a book from those old ladies.” Caitie joked. Another state police car came screeching to a halt a couple yards in front of them, sirens wailing. He jumped out of his car, gun drawn and pointed at the two girls. Following his lead, the other three cops crouched down aiming at them.
Without delay, both girls shot their hands up and looked at each other. They turned back to face the cops. Both girls waiting for orders.
From behind, a force on their shoulders pushed them down to their knees, then to their stomachs. Lyndsey took the chance to look back, daring getting shot or hit in the face by who ever had forced them down. It was the chunky cop from earlier.
“What is going on!” Lyndsey demanded, now realizing the Chunky must have called in the others. Chunky was wearing a different uniform, wearing a Fairview emblem on the sleeve. Chunky shoved his knee into her back and ripped her arms to her back where he placed the cold handcuffs around her wrists. He tightened them so much that she almost shouted at the pain they inflicted. Lyndsey noticed two of the counties were wrestling the handcuffs on Caitie, which she was refusing. One of the cops, the one with a long curly mustache, dropped his knee into her back, which Caitie finally obliged to his orders.
Just as Chunky lifted Lyndsey to her knees, Moustache and his partner pulled Caitie up, struggling with her lack of breathe from the fight. The state policeman began walking towards them, now placing the weapon he once aimed into its holster on his belt.
“Who do you think you are!” Lyndsey shouted at State. His skinny figure and very long legs made him a bit intimidating.
“You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be held against you in a court of law. You have a right to an attorney, if you can not afford one, one will be assigned for you. Do you understand these rights that I have just read to you?”
“What do we need an attorney for? We haven’t done anything!” Caitie protested, doing her best to push her glasses up with her nose, causing her face to wrinkle.
“You guys have to arrest warrants out by the FBI.” State responded as the two girls where led to the police squad.
“Warrants?! You don’t even know who we are!”
“Officer Gowers here has assured us you match the description of two very dangerous criminals. By this time, two more county cops had shown up, one being a female the other an African American standing over six feet tall. The female officer pulled a latex glove over her hand and proceeded checking the two girls for weapons or drugs.
“Dangerous criminals? Were high school girls!” Lyndsey took up for Caitie who was blushing as the crowd watched the officer check down her shirt.
“Exactly matching our suspects.” Chunky replied, pulling some papers out of his back pocket.
“See here.” He showed State and Moustache. The tall cop shoved Caitie down into the squad car after the female officer finished checking her.
“But I’m Lyndsey Reutter and this is Caitie Bonnette, we haven’t done anything!”
“Oh yea, now we can book you for false identification. Just keep racking up the charges, Eliza.” State replied as he shoved her down next to Caitie, guiding her head with his hand.
By this time, everyone in Fairview was out on the street watching the squad cars go by. As they passed Poppies, the same skater boy they had passed earlier stood next to Marshal as the two watched the squad go by. Instinctively, Lyndsey slid up in her seat so Marshal could see her. She watched as Marshal’s eyes expanded and his mouth gaped open. As the car got farther and farther away, she lost sight of Marshal just as he had ran back into the store.
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The jail cell was particularly tiny, causing Lyndsey and Caitie and the other three girls to have to stand very close together. The other women were very large and bulky, barely resembling women at all. One had a gash one her head which had a makeshift bandage over it, but blood was still seeping through.
Both Lyndsey and Caitie was afraid to speak, afraid to offend or threaten the other real criminals apprehended for only God knows what. An African American woman, with dread locked hair, raggedy clothes, and a flannel jacket wrapped around her waist, stood up and walked over to the two now cowering girls.
“Whuh yo’ in fo’.” She said, both girls squinting as if she was going to hit them. The woman laughed.
“Juvies.” She spat as she waddled back across the room where she came from, her muscles made her arms stick out to both sides. Her whole complexion was rather manly, at least compared to everyone else in the room. Even the two officers at the desks across from them outside the bars. The other two women were smaller than Muscles, but one rather tiny…sharing the complexion of a school boy. She wore a sideways ball cap, tank top and flannel jacket, and some cut up low rider jeans with a hole in the left knee.
The woman caught Lyndsay’s scan and grunted, then spit a wad of saliva right at their feet. Lyndsey quickly broke the gaze, and dared a look at the third woman. But the longer Lyndsey looked the more she realized the girl was only about in her early twenties. If that. This girl too caught her glance, but instead of spitting, she only portrayed a jittery smile. Baffled by the friendliness, Lyndsey just broke contact and stared out the cell door towards the officers.
“Ay’ po-po. When I git my free call?” Muscles spoke up. Only one officer acknowledged her by rising slowly and pacing over to the cell. He stuck a key in and violently twisted it around, causing all the keys to jingle and his double chin to jiggle. Muscles stood up and strutted over to the door, and out of no where violently stuck the guard in the face. The shock of the blow sent the officer doubling over, hands cupping the blood spilling from his nose. She shoved him and exited the room faster than it took for the cop to hit the ground. Lyndsey glanced over at the policeman, shocked over all, who laid motionless against the concrete wall.
Then from the direction she had came from, a cluster of noises sounded out almost in an echo. Then, from the door way, Muscles dove back in and crawled up the wall to regain footing. She wiped the small stream of blood coming from her nose and eyed down the door way. So entered three men, average height and bulky, one black, in tuxedos. Their dark sunglasses made it impossible to show the emotion they had, let alone identity. The black man was in the middle, and happened to be the only one without a gun drawn. The other blonde and red head aimed cautiously.
Muscles charged, a fierce deep lunged scream bellowed from her chest as she lunged her first at the middleman. The attack proved useless. Black caught her hand in mid flight, and so stopped the onward charging he-male. He squeezed tightly in her fist, which sent pain up to her face where the tension was escalating. Muscles in her forehead and cheeks bulged as the sweat rolled over top of them. Finally, Black ended her torture by pulling her in, wrapping his leg around her knee and sweeping her to the floor.
She laid there, rocking in pain both to her hand and to her elbow which she violently landed on. Redhead and Highlight wrestled Muscles into handcuffs and sat her up, leaning her against the wall. Just as they finally finished, the room filled up with hormone pumped police officers.
After all the acknowledgments and introductions were made, Black spoke up.
“We didn’t just come here to save your sorry asses, were here to pick up our prisoners.” His deep voice quakless, yet a slur ruined the appeal. Lyndsey looked at the two women on the other side of the cage. What do the FBI or who ever want with those two?
And they all went to heaven in a little row boat! How’s that for an ending? Exactly what I thought. Peace out.

Ch.2 The Bus

LLReootter913 — Mon, 25 Feb 2008 13:55:48 CST

There are 3 rules that everyone follows on the bus

1) don't be late

2) don't look Bob the bus driver in the eye ( yes that is eye as in singular)

and

3) NEVER sit in Lou Napoleon seat

Lilly broke the worst of these on the first day.

Lou climbed the tri step that lead to the crowded pathway that was cluttered with the bags of the freshmen and other sophmores,

Ch. 7 Lilly's Brave Attempt

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Ch. 6 A New Addition To the Schedule

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Ch. 1 Meet Lou Napoleon

LLReootter913 — Thu, 07 Feb 2008 18:42:49 CST

“Hi……”

Lou awoke to see her step sister, Lilly, standing over her. Lou was not in the mood to be wakened, as she rarely ever was, and especially not by her blonde bimbo of a step sister.

“I didn’t mean to wake you I just needed to know if you know what happened to my Blue American eagle polo….”

Lou didn’t respond. How the hell was she supposed to know where Lilly’s freaking American Eagle polo was?

“You know…. The one with the Stripes” Lilly continued obviously not noticing the apathy on Lou’s tired face.

“Lilly, I have no Idea where your freaking shirt is. Now leave me alone,” Lou groaned through her pillow case which was now placed above her head as to block out the light and Lilly’s squeaky voice.

Lou mother, Alice, a tiny woman, just like Lou, with pale skin and perfect auburn hair, had just married Lou’s New Step Dad, Chester Grey, and brought with him his three kids, Lilly, Jason and Kyle. Jason was cool enough; he was quiet and stayed in the room he shared with Kyle. He played guitar a lot which Lou respected even though she was more of a pianist. Lou could tell when she first met Jason they would get along. Kyle and Lilly on the other hand were a different story.

Kyle was 14, just hitting puberty, and loud, louder than anybody Lou had ever met, and that included this girl that once went to school with her who sounded like a dying cat when she spoke. Kyle would always be screaming and carrying on through the house, about stupid stuff like “Why there isn’t any milk in the fridge” and “Dad, Where the hell are my socks at?” But he was still nothing compared to Lilly.

Lilly was the definition of dumb blonde in Webster’s. Lou Unfortunately had to share a room with her. Over the spring break Lou’s once perfect blue and green bed room was covered with pink feathery picture things of Lilly and her friends from Greenwood. It was almost as bad as the Jonas brothers’ poster that had recently gone up among her collection of White Stripes and The Hives Memorabilia.

Just as Lilly left the room, Lou’s alarm clock went off.
“Shit!” she exclaimed was she threw herself out of the bed and walked over to her closet. She looked down on the floor to see Lilly’s size small blue polo. She smirked a little and grabbed a pair of jeans, a red tank top, and a grungy looking Rolling Stones t-shirt.

Lou stumbled into the bathroom and slipped on the jeans and tank. She grabbed a comb and teased heralmost black hair up just a bit in the front, throwing some bobby pins in it as she went. Lou threw on the shirt and left the room while she smeared on some dark eye shadow.

As she tottered down the stairs lou could smell the Fruity pebbles, a favorite of kyle’s, and warm banana nut muffins probably being devoured by Chester and Jason. Lilly usually skipped breakfast as apart of some crazy diet she had gone on. Lou’s mom brought her bowl of Frosted Mini-Wheats, the all time greatest cereal…EVER!

As she dug into the bowl Chester attempted to start up conversation.
“So Lou, How do you think the other kids will like school over here? Your mother has been talking all morning to us about how much you enjoy it”
Lou just looked up. She didn’t know what to say, partly because she was amazed her mom thought she liked school and partly because Chester had interrupted her Mini- Wheats time. She looked at her mom and then to Jason then to kyle then finally back to Chester.

“Ummm, well, ummm, I hope they like it” she said as she took a final bite of her cereal and left the table.

She laced up her red chucks and grabbed the red vintage tote that was filled with the essentials of life. Checking that everything was in the bag she walked out the door to catch the bus.

Ch. 5 The Phenomenon That Is Starsky

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Ch. 4 The First Afternoon

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Ch.3 NHS

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The Adventures of Lou Napoleon

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Animal related

LLReootter913 — Mon, 04 Feb 2008 19:28:37 CST

~The Life of a Racer (Awarded *** stars by The Mar-Mar Post)

The World is Yours

LLReootter913 — Mon, 04 Feb 2008 19:24:52 CST

Ive started this guide on how to take over the world, since I left the story i was wroking on b4 at school i started this and id like to say its going good. This is a handbook on how to start, takeover, rule, and conquer the world. So far im up to slowly constricting trade and traffic flow but weve havent even taken over the state yet let alone the nation or world. Its going pretty quickly because I have nothing else to work on =-(....projected release date around the end of Thankgiving break.

The Legion Of The Vulpine

LLReootter913 — Mon, 04 Feb 2008 19:23:17 CST

Prologue

Twelve beings sit at a large square table. Almost fox- like in appearance, they are covered head to toe in bushy fur, each differing in coloration. The dull grey one near the end of the table stands slightly to grab at a piece of meat with his paw, but backs down as the two at the end of the table growl and sneer at him. These two are by far the most magnificent of the twelve.Both female, one ark than a lonely night sky, the other lighter than freshly lain snow, Adorned with with massive orannamented headdresses and regal gowns.

"This Meeting of the legion of the vulpine has Came to order" the two say in unison. They glare down the table at the grey creature down the table.
" as you know we have served our term and will soon be put to rest. We wish to leave knowing peace and harmony will be bestowed along our nations. At this point we do not see this.one of our own has given away our secret to the humans." the vulpine at the end fled to the door. the pack got up and stopped him but not before he had opened to door to let in a mob of peasants.

" the end has come" the great two say as there voices get drowned out by screams.

In the Tebasey Forest

LLReootter913 — Mon, 04 Feb 2008 19:20:55 CST

Prelude

"Set up your tents men." Sergeant Orian commanded the small troop of miscellaneous fighters. The Tebasey forest still proclaimed sunlight but the Sergeant had grown used to this by now. In a few moments the forest would close itself up earlier then the sun normally sets in the open sky. This had caused a few evenings wasted trying to force a stick hold up their lean-to tents in darkness, but now everyone had becomes somewhat accustom to this eccentric forest. The Sergeants orders concerning this forest were very simple.
"All of these cold-blooded rebels are to be exterminated." The sergeant had been told my the Captain a few months earlier He was a slightly large man who had and overbearing attitude that gained him only his title and very little respect. "You and several others will be sent to the small village the Emperor told me out. I don't want anything left over, you hear? Not even a twig standing on end, but I have faith in you. You. Will. Not. Fail. Me." The Captain straightened his crimson suit, and looked him directly into his eyes. “Or the Emperor. Punishments can be rather harsh.” The several others the Capitan had mentioned were other groups similar to the one he had setting up camp. Everything was situated so the other regiments and his would make a wall of rock hard real soldiers for there rebels to deal with. And now Sergeant Orian was in the Tabasey forest ready to attack this village at dawn. Orian smiled thinking about the victory to come.
Placing Down his pack, Orian wasted no time in fixing his own tent. It was, like his men’s, a small canvas lean-to. The forest didn’t have room for anything bigger, but Orian didn’t mind, he wasn’t a very hard person to satisfy. A fire was made, pots were brought out, and soon supper was served. As always, it was nothing of report. Not many animals would dare to travel this far into the forest, and the ones that did weren’t in a good enough condition to eat. Only one stray bird was caught this time so a few harmless bugs had to be caught for a sufficient meal. None of the soldiers had complained, but few had eaten more then their very small portion of bird. After eating all of his food without too many faces, he stood up and demanded their attention. All eyes turned to him, plainly just trying to avoid the food.
“Listen men, tomorrow is our time to attack, and force those rebels back where they belong, the land of the dead!” He wished for a cheer, this was everything they had worked for, but he knew none was coming. This cursed forest had pulled their spirits down below the marshes of Pasqual. If Emperor Panth had foreseen this effect the forest had on his men Orian was sure he would have known not to make such a foolish attack. Men will only fight when there is reason to, and they had only seen reason to run. These men were almost beyond hope. Their long faces told what word couldn’t express. They talked about Lence who ran away and didn’t make it past the first tree outside of camp. Murmurs of Kogen who disappeared one night with a trail of slime to this grave ran between each face. No blood split could ever repay what happened to two more of their party who contracted a disease. More fatalities had occurred on the way to the battle, then was expected in battle. Orian shook his head, We have a mission, they died with the Emperor’s honor. We must press forward, He thought. “We are attacking the town of Lassen. Although it is very small many of the attacks on The Emperor have been planned there. Many other troops are going to be with us for this attack. As long as you keep your wits about you, This should be training for most of you for the rest of you, good luck. Now pay close attention, if any of these orders are not carried out I’ll have you cleaning trophies of men who followed their orders for the rest of your life!” He narrowed his eyes at everyone, even of only one person didn’t do as he said he would be striped of everything, even his honor. “Nothing from this village should remain. There will be children in Lassen. They will be saved if they are still in adolescent years. Those children we will put back into society, we have nothing against the children, only the parents who wont let us explore their lands!” Orian turned away to leave, then as an afterthought he added, “The women fight like animals just like the men. Get some rest, you will need it.” Turning around he headed to a big shadow which he recognized as his lean-to. Carefully he laid his sword by the think wool covers. If anything happens to this company. . . he thought, but wasn’t able to finish. Too much had already happened! We are all apart of the Emperor’s plan, that was what his father had said once.
“May Emperor Panth rain forever and may we die for his work!” Orian muttered to himself before laying down and going over the plan once more.

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The men sat in silence for a long time after supper exchanging nervous glances. Moz knew everyone shared the same thought, no one was told we had to kill women! Now Moz understood why the sergeant had saved the hard liquor. He, like everyone else, was wondering why he even signed up to be in this army. His friend, Aldan, awkwardly cleared his throat.
“I can’t see why we are hiking out to this pile of firewood just to take out Lassen.” Aldan was the only one of the group who still had any hope or will left. Everyone Aldan was trying to stir sat as lifeless as we’d hope to believe the shadows were. “We can’t control something by taking out their smallest villages! If I were the Emperor I would set the place ablaze.”
Lonn sighed and shook his head before saying, “And what of the children Emperor Aldan? Burn them too?” Moz sighed, only himself and Joven knew that Aldan was just big talk. He had never done anything rash besides not holding his tongue when silence would be better suited.
“Without their men, the women and children wouldn’t survive this wretched forest. Better-“ the night became darker then a dragon’s cave, and Aldan stopped short. The men stood on the edge with swords drawn as the trees angrily crashed against each other, creaking like old men uncontent in their sleep. It suddenly dawned upon Moz how incredibly dark it was getting. Not a creature stirred, only the piercing cold wind and the moaning trees seemed the still have life.
“It’s alive.” One on the stiff soldiers whispered.
“Enough Aldan! We ought to get some sleep.” Moz suggested. The young soldiers eyed the dark trees surrounding their camp. Shadows seemed to flicker in and out, never staying in the same place for long. What have we done? Moz muttered in repentance.
“What was that?” Aldan asked. Moz could see Aldan’s eyes following the shadows from the dieing fire.
“Nothing, now let us go to sleep.” Joven said, but Aldan only got closer to the shadows. He side-stepped beside his lean-to and picked up his sword, never taking his eyes off the shadows. Some of the soldiers slowly lumbered towards their lean-tos, but everyone was indifferent towards Aldan. He swung at the trees and shadows blindly, on each hit the whole forest groaned in agony.
Moz stood up, “Really Aldan, Have you thought-“ Aldan’s sword struck into one the trees as a shadow reached out. His mouth opened, but no scream came. He crumpled to the floor, and the shadow disappeared.
“To your arms! Men to your arms!” Moz cried silently morning Aldan, This was not how Orian said it would be!

If Small Towns Were Found

LLReootter913 — Mon, 04 Feb 2008 19:08:10 CST

By Lyndsey Reutter

Prologue

This is the story of a small town with lots of unexpected changes. Rumors spread constantly by eavesdropping neighbors and truths keep secret by closest friends. The small town of Noreen is no different from any other small rural area, with its corrupt rich and estranged poor. I’m the eyes and I shall show you the story of this small town in which I look down upon now.

Chapter 1

Mallory lay deep in thought on the black futon that served as John’s bed. She didn't know what she pondered about, she was in more of a mental daze one might say. Someone who she thought had to be John creped up beside her and lay down. Mallory didn't move, not a muscle. Not an inch. It must be john. She felt a hand on her back and then lips against her's. Something was wrong. She and John were just friends. He wouldn't kiss her. As this thought passed through her mind, the lips moved to the neck, and the hand on her back moved towards the front side of her shirt. it was so if. What was going on.
Wait she knew this smell. The Derek Jetter Cologne Patrick wore. She opened her eyes all the sudden and noticed it wasn't John she was kissing but his brother Patrick.

"You Horn dog" She yelled as she pushed Patrick to the floor. She finger brushed her black hair down smooth and pulled down her shirt.

"Come on Mal, you weren't this stubborn the last time" Patrick said as he sat down beside her on the futon. "Remember in the back of my car out on the peak. You said you had fun. Why not have a little more."

"Patrick if you've forgotten we were dating then and the chances of that happening again are slim to none" Mallory Lied. She still loved Patrick like she did the three years they dated and she wanted him so bad but nothing was going to bring her into anything like that now. She touched the promise ring he had given her and wouldn’t take back

"Are You Sure you didn't want us to happen again" Patrick Said. He saw her touch the ring. "or are you like in love with my Fag-Ass Brother"
Mallory slapped him as John reached the top of the Stairs that lead to their Bedroom. A million thoughts ran through his head as he tried to contemplate what had happened.
"Pat, what’d you do?" John Questioned in a demanding voice.
Mallory Felt Bad for a second but then thought of last year when Patrick cheated of her with that sleeze Susan Morton. He deserved what ever john did to him. Wait this is john not Heath Kellar or Adam Darcy. This was John Gates. John wasn't going to stand a chance against Patrick.
"I was kissing my Girl what did it look like, you Queer." Patrick said as he stood up and walked over to john.
"Your Girl?” Mallory yelled. "Last Time I checked you cheated on me"
"No, Baby, No." Patrick tried to console her. He still had feelings for her and couldn't help but melt into her blue eyes.
“Yeah I think you did. So that means I can do this" She says as she walks over to John and pushes him on the futon. She falls onto of him and begins to push her lips against his.
"Mallory Get up" Patrick demanded "Now!" He couldn't take this humiliation. He pushed Mallory away from john. Patrick pulled john up by the shirt neck and stared him in the eyes.
"If you touch Mallory Grey again I will personally kill you" Patrick said. He punched john in the Face and threw him on the floor.
"Patrick you jack ass" Mallory Screamed. "I’m not your girl and I would prefer John over a jerk like you any day”
Mallory stormed out of the room with Patrick in toe as john sat on the futon wondering what had just happened. Mallory Grey, who had been the prettiest girl in town before her cousin came, kissed him and he felt nothing. Nothing at all. All he felt was a throbbing on his cheek bone from where his brother had punched him.

Chapter 2
Victoria opened the door of the quiet house. The place was a bit untidy bit a week with Tori would change that

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Crimson Wine (Not Complete and won't be for a while)

LLReootter913 — Wed, 16 Jan 2008 20:24:36 CST

By Lyndsey Reutter

Grey walked down the city streets on the breezy fall night. A devilish smirk was painted across his wind chapped face and his. In his hands he held a small silver handled pocket knife, his tool of choice; it was harder to track down than a gun. The knife was plastered in the blood of a young teenage girl. She laid in an alleyway a couple of blocks back, her fake blond hair caked with crimson wine.

Grey, being only nineteen years old himself, was a college student at the local university. He had met the girl at a club downtown. She was flashing her fake id at everything, though anyone could tell she couldn‘t be more than 15. Grey bought her a martini. He could tell this was her first. After a couple of drinks he had her. It seemed to be a trend with the blonds, a few drinks and they will do anything. He took her out to the alleyway. She started to get dizzy then to kiss him. Grey pulled out the knife before she even realized it.

He spotted another girl standing outside The Black Hat Pub. She was one of those certain females who was just at the age where she was old enough to be a woman but was better classified as a girl due to her innocent appearance. She would have been an amazing death but he knew her. Actually he was a bit obsessed with her. He had a class with her at the university, US History. She sat a couple of rows in front of him. Angela was her name. He was often entranced by her long wavy auburn tresses and tiny pixiesque nose he could catch a glimpse of when she would look over at one of her friends beside her. She truly was an angel to him.

Grey paused only for a moment before walking on, the fear of being found with a blood stained knife finally caught up with him. He would see her the next day in the class. He always dressed nice for that class. Just the thought of her turning around and seeing him drove chills down his spine.

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