New Blog Name!

Hello readers!  So if you knew me in real life, you'd know I think... a lot.  So I've been thinking, and I've decided... that this blog isn't about writing anymore.  Sure it is for me, and anyone else who posts, but the amount of readers outweigh the writers.

Sure I started this blog as a community for writers, but it isn't like that anymore.  It's about coming and reading some decent literature.

So that is why I've changed the name from "Story Writing Group" to "From Pen To Blog Page" and yes, that name was workshope.

You'll still be reading the same great stories, but now with a different name.

Note:  The web address for the blog will remain the same for awhile, so that people can still find the blog.

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Sheath, Part 6

Sheath Awoke

  Again she scaled up the side of the building, and again she went unseen.  Again she donned her suit, and again she leapt from roof to roof.  None bothered to look above their heads.  Thoughtless and noiseless she continued her journey until she reached her destination.  The thug had been right, you couldn't miss it.  The building was pointed directly pointed at the stars, as it spotlights lit up the sky.  It was painted gold, and had beams running up the side of the building.  Clearly it was a place meant to inflate one's ego... that is, if one could afford it.

  But something was wrong when Sheath looked through the glass doors.  There was a strange shape on the ground.  Slowly... it dawned on her... it was the body of the doorman... and he had been shot.  Sheath scowled, bullets and guns were the weapons of cowards.

  Not one to pause for long, Sheath flung open the door, and raced up the stairs!  She climbed floor after floor.  Stair after stair, She didn't bother with stealth, Sheath knew who the killer was and what he was after. 

  When she came to the door, Sheath looked through the peephole and saw what she had feared.  It was Caliber, he was a muscular man with a blond buzz- cut.  He had a ex-commando look, which made sense because he was one.  He also had guns, lots of them.  Almost every inch of his body was covered in rifles, pistols, and even a rpg. He had so many guns Sheath could not see hat he was wearing.  Caliber was destroying the room, that meant Calvin Brown wasn't there, but Sheath viewed this as the perfect time to take out the competition.

  She looked around, there was a air vent on the ground next to her.  Another look through the peephole showed that there was one in the penthouse.  A plan formulated itself.  She knelt down and pulled the vent right off the wall!  Then she started to crawl.  Slowly and silently she crawled until she got to the vent.  She looked out, Caliber was still there. Then, Sheath took out two smoke pellets.  It was very Hollywood, but it worked.  Then she placed the pellets between the grates.  Then she pulled back her leg, and kicked!!!  The grate flew off the wall and hit the ground!  Making the pellets break and filling the room with smoke!

"What the?!" he yelled, but Sheath had already moved into the room.

"Smoke pellets? Really? That is so Hollywood!"  Sheath said nothing. "Look! I'm guessing that you're the other merc, but you have to realize something! Brown would still be here if you hadn't left a warehouse full of bodies!"  Sheath still didn't talk.  Suddenly he whipped around and fried the two rifles! RATTA RATTA RATTA!!!  Sheath dodged left, and hid behind the couch, but now he was firing blindly.  RATTA RATTA RATTA!!!

"You don't talk much for a merc!" RATTA RATTA RATTTA!!!  He kept swinging his guns around and firing!  Sheath was safe, but for how long?  The smoke was starting to clear.  Then Sheath formed a plan. She drew two throwing stars, and waited. Then the smoke cleared!

"Finally I can see!"  Sheath leapt over the couch and threw the stars!  THUNK THUNK!!! ARGGHH!!!  The two shuriken had struck his hands!  Then he dropped his guns!  While he recovered Sheath rushed him!  She drew her sword and sliced! Though he was ready and stepped back! 

"You want some of this?!"  Sheath lunged forward, but he sidestepped!  Then she brought the sword down overhead! Though somehow... he caught it midair!  Sheath didn't waste a moment, she kicked him onto and ground, spun her sword around, and stabbed!  He stopped moving, stopped breathing, he was dead.

Mercilessly she stepped over his body to the computer.  Then she went into Brown's email.  The fool was still logged in.  She found a email that looked right. It was, it was a email telling all of his men where his safehouse was.  It was perfect, she sent the email to herself, and walked down out down the stairs.  Tomorrow... she would find Brown.

Sheath, Part 5

Yukino Pichelli awakes

  I woke up at one in the morning.  Nothing new there.  At first I was happy, I mean, I was still alive, but then I remembered the night before.  Then I became a grump, I mean... stick figures?

  Slowly I stumbled to the kitchen for cereal (so healthy, I know) then I went into the hallway to get my newspaper.   I think I might be the only person in the world to still buy papers, but since I can't afford cable it's my only way of knowing what's going on.  Once I had it, I turned around to go inside and almost immediately wished I hadn't.   There it was, the eviction notice.   I didn't own the apartment, I had two weeks to get the money, and I had no money.   I know you're wondering about the money from the auction, but I wouldn't get that money for at least a month.

  "@#$%!" I swore, and I didn't care who heard!  I stomped back in and screamed!  "ARGHH!!! Why Why WHY?! Why don't these buttholes want me to live! RGHHH!!!"   BANG!!! BANG!!! That was my neighbors' way of telling me to shut up.  "Stuff it!" I yelled back.  Then I sank into the couch... that also wasn't mine.  I just sat there... moping. I had plans for that day... and I didn't want to do anything.

  Then I had an idea, a bad one, but it was something.  I picked up the phone, and called my mom.  Worst plan ever.

  "Hey mom."

"Hello sweety.  I'm so sorry about last night. "

"Not your fault Mom."

"It's just awful, and after you worked so hard."

"Yes Mom, but I have..."

"And you didn't even make enough money to live."

"MOM!"

"Yes?"

"I have a problem, I don't have enough money to pay rent."

"Oh... so that's what this about?"

"No, I'm not..."

"You're asking for money?!"

"No..."

"Well you dug yourself into this hole, so you have to get out! Goodbye!"

  Any hope I had was gone now.   I was going to live in a dumpster.   Matt was out of the question.   He was struggling too, and his apartment was small for one person, let alone two.   So I was going to die, basically.  I didn't know what to do.  I barely even knew what was happening.  I sat back down on the couch, kinda sad, kinda angry.

  Then I got off my butt, and looked at the help wanted ads.  Wal-Mart was hiring. I was really considering it, when my phone rang, I answered it.

  "Hello Yukino!"

"Dad?"

"The one and only."

"Is something wrong?"

"Your Mother told me about your problem."

"I don't want money, really."

"I know, your Mom..."

"Has a temper?"

"Just a bit."

"So why is you're calling?"

"Well... a art gallery I look at is hiring"

"Really? You look at galleries?"

"Yeah, I've told you this before."

"You did?"

"You said galleries were for junk sculpture loving hipsters."

"Oh yeah!"

"Well this one is hiring, and I even set you up a interview!"

"Really?"

"Yes."   He gave me a time, and a address.

"Thanks Dad."

"Anytime, let me go talk to your Mom."

"Bye."

"Bye."  I went through the rest of the day pretty happy, then I went to bed the same way.  

The Unexpected Mistake by Charlotte Rothgeb

Prologue:

I destroyed it.  The one thing that I held dear to me throughout the horrible expansion that is my life.  She stayed with me through my hardships, and now I have caused grief by letting her destroy herself.  How was I to know what she was going through?  How was I supposed to know she was suffering?  I would always see her struggling through endless pain, yet I did all I could do to convince myself that what I was now seeing with my own eyes, was all a nightmare, a painful, never ending, nightmare.  Whenever I let the truth flow to my brain I would ask her, “Are you feeling okay?”  She would shift herself and sit up straight.  She would put on a strong, truthful face and say, “Nothing’s the matter sweetie, I’m fine.”  

Why did I make myself believe her?  Why did I have to simply watch as she convinced me that nothing was the matter.  While in truth, she was struggling to make something she always wanted, that would make us both happy.  She didn’t even know that after the final step, she wouldn’t survive to see her happiness bear fruit and grow into something unimaginable.  She wouldn’t be able to craft it into what she truly wanted it to become.  

Now she’s gone.  I alone am stuck with her creation of happiness, but what I see is not a bundle of joy.  What I see when I look at it is a life taker.  Something that will bring pain and suffering, very little joy and happiness.  Because of my nature, I can’t make myself begin to craft it into what she would’ve wanted.  I have to send it off.  Back into the world in which she originated.  A world that has been bound by a curse, a plague, which I bestowed upon it.  

A friend, that’s what I need in this type of situation.  The only problem is that I don’t have a friend.  I only have a group of villagers I can trust.  One extremely trustworthy person among them.  He is also a curse, but a much kinder and gentler one than the ones I am used to.

I will send him off.  I will send Mika’s child off to this tiny gathering of villagers.  I will let the gentle evil raise him into the man Mika would’ve wanted, and when the time is right, I will tell him the secrets surrounding the world.  The secrets surrounding his mother and me.  Finally, I will tell him the secrets surrounding himself.  I will show him to the world that I live in and invite him to what he should’ve been born into.  The world that hates me, will hate him, and the world that rules and knows both too much, and too little.

Sheath, Part 4

Even more roofs later, Sheath came to the warehouse. The warehouse, she knew it was the right one because of the two armed guards outside. Sheath hoped Brown was there so this could end quickly, but first she had to get inside. This would not be a trouble.

Sticking by the shadows, Sheath slowly moved into place. Looking for the right spot to aim. She drew two throwing stars, took aim, and THUNNK!!! The two shuriken found their mark. The guards' necks, they fell to the ground, both dead. Sheath stepped out, and moved swiftly to the door that they had guarded with their lives. Quietly, she opened it, this is where the fun began.

She looked around. There was a machine literally blowing fake bills. People' greed is rivaled by no other. Sheath also saw five guards, but one look was all it took to see Calvin Brown was not there. That meant she would have to collect info, but before that she had to take out at least four guards. Then she stopped looking at the people, and started looking at the place. The only thing in there was the machine but it did have a catwalk, and some other rooms. It would do.

Keeping to the shadows, Sheath slid to the nearest thug. She drew her sword. He didn't make a sound. Sheath stepped over his body like it was nothing, then she noticed a ladder to the catwalk. She scaled it and waited. Patiently she kept waiting, Sheath was not one to let go of a advantage. Soon enough another thug walked under her, she vaulted the railing and... landed right on top off him. Then she flipped her sword around and stabbed! AUGHH!!! He died, but brought attention. Another guard was coming to the noise. Right next to her was a window to a office, it was broken. She jumped in, and waited. It didn't take long for the thug to come and investigate the body. When he did, Sheath jumped back over and window, and stabbed! He fell without a word.

There was one guard left, he would be one to give answers. Sheath didn't bother with stealth. She ran right at him, and before he could turn around she had grabbed him! She kept running and rammed him right into the wall!

Then... Sheath spoke: "Calvin Brown! Where is he?!" her voice was loud and raspy.

"I don't know!!! I don't know!!!" he did, it was the panic that kept him from talking. Sheath knew it.

"Where is he?!"

"In is penthouse! It has spotlights on it! Top loor! You can't miss it! Please let me live!" he was a coward, like all men. She ended him, and walked away. She would go after Brown the next day. For even she had to sleep.

Sheath, Part 3

Sheath Awoke

She picked herself up off the bed, and headed for the window. Why? Because that was where the roof was. Quickly, silently she went out the window, and began to climb.

Wordless, Sheath made it to the roof unseen, people never look up. Sheath had learned this long ago. People only look forward to what they'll do in the future, or back to regret the past. Sheath was neither, Sheath was one who looked up.

She made her way to a corner off the roof. That was where she stashed her suit. A suit that Americans called "her ninja suit". In the dark of the night she changed into her suit, then she strapped on her sword. It's name translated into "Dragon Fang", supposedly it was a gift to humans from dragons. The dragons had made it out of a actual dragon fang. Sheath didn't believe it.

Quietly she ran toward the edge, faster, faster. Then she... jumped! Fearless she landed on the next rooftop. She jumped again, and again she landed. Then she did this again, and again, and again. No one saw her as she leapt right over their heads. She did this because she had a new client, waiting for her on a roof.

Sheath landed on another roof... right before her new client. Fisk Williams, Chicago's head crime lord. Yes, Fisk Williams was at the top of the crime business, but to stay there he had to knock others down. That was what Sheath was for.

"So..." he said "You have arrived." Williams looked like a crime lord. Big, and strong looking, with jet black hair and black eyes. He looked strong enough to squeeze someone in half.

"As you know, I am Fisk Williams." He continued. "And require your... skills." He waited for a answer, but got none. "Your target is a man named Calvin Brown. As of late he has risen to power, and I need someone to take care of him... can you do that... mercenary?" He said that like he despised the word, but Sheath nodded.

"Don't talk much do you? Anyhow you'll find a illegal money counterfeit operation in this warehouse."He handed her a piece of paper. "It belongs to him. See if he's there, and if not question his men." Sheath turned to leave, but he yelled at her: "You're not the only merc I hired! There's another! His name is Caliber!" She didn't listen and kept walking. Though she did hear him mutter: "God, I hate mercs."   

Sheath, Part 2

Let me say one thing: "Art goers... suck." and you'll probably see why. We were almost instantly seated, and were told to be quiet. It was a silent auction, and I couldn't blame them, some people have come to blows over the art. I kid you not. Right after that, a schedule was forced into my hand. I was the second artist, right after "Jayson Jackson". Finally the auction started.

The auctioneer was right to business, I kinda liked that. No introductions, no speeches, just business, and business meant he started talking right away.

"This first painting is by Jayson Jackson and is done in his infamous stick figure style." He pulled a sheet off of the painting, which revealed a picture of... a stick figure... riding a stick horse. Stick figures? Stick figures.

"Shall we start the bidding at three hundred?"

Almost immediately someone yelled "Four hundred!"

Then someone else "Six hundred!"

"One thousand!" yelled someone else.

"Going once, going twice, SOLD!!!" that was the auctioneer. Then it dawned on me, my mouth went dry. Stick figures had made one thousand dollars, mine would make even more! They had to, I mean: come on! It's stick figures!

That's when I stopped paying attention, I was too busy thinking about my money. I would be living in a mansion, with a studio that takes up an entire floor! But I did listen enough to know that the next painting made five thousand, and the next eight thousand. Then the others made, sixteen thousand, twenty- seven thousand, and thirty-one! That's too much money! For stick figures! I kinda hated the Jayson guy. Then his paintings were taken off, and mine were taken on. I was so excited!

Then the auctioneer started to talk. "These next five paintings are made by the artist Yukino Pichelli." I blushed. "Miss Pichelli really has no standard art style, but she prefers to dabble in them all, as these paintings will show." What can I say? Art styles are like potato chips, you can't just have one.

"The first piece is called 'The Prey Goes Hunting'" he pulled off the cover to show the painting. It was one of my funnier pieces, it had a deer chasing a hunter with a shotgun. Funny... right? "Lets start the bidding at three hundred?" The room was silent, no one spoke, then Matt yelled

"Three-Fifty!"

Then my Dad jumped on "Four Hundred!"

"Five Hundred!" it was Matt again. Thankfully Dad backed off, or Matt probably would have never talked to him again.

"Going once, going twice, SOLD!!!" almost right after that my next painting was brought out. It was the Japanese Art my Mom was talking about. It was a waterfall, running into a black forest. I was hoping that it would help show life and death, but I don't know if anyone got it.

"This painting is starting at Five Hundred."

Mom almost jumped in her seat. "Six hundred!"

"Going once, twice, sold!" I was happy for Mom, but it still wasn't the money I wanted. My portrait of Bruce Willis sold for seven hundred. My painting of a super using her powers, sold for one thousand. Finally, my pixel art of a dragon, sold for twelve hundred.

I made five thousand dollars... five thousand. That wasn't enough for a month's rent, and worse of all... I was beaten by stick figures... stick figures. My heart beat faster, but I was almost to tears. All that work... for nothing. I got up, and ran out. I didn't even tell anyone where I was going. But I wanted to spit on everyone in that room. I wanted to kill, Jackson! But I didn't. I went home, and went to sleep. That was all I could do.

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Sheath, Part 1

RINGGG!!! RINGGG!!! That's what I got to wake up to. A phone ringing, I probably wouldn't even have got up if it weren't for that. RINNGGG!!! RINGGG!!!

"'kay 'kay." I muttered, then I answered, it wouldn't stop until I did. "Whoizit?"

"Yukino I know you have caller I.D." it was my mom, Hisoka Pichelli.

"Waizit?"

"Did you just wake up?" Thankfully I did, just then.

"What? No, I've been up for hours." then I yawned.

"Uh-huh. Well, I was calling to see if you were excited?!"

"Yeah! Excited for what again?"

She just sighs. "Excited for the art auction? Tonight? The one you're selling art in?"

"Right... oh yeah!"

"Well I'm glad to have jolted your memory, but I have to go."

"Bye mom."

"Bye."

I rolled over to go back to sleep, the auction was at eight, so I was hoping to get some sleep. Then the hone rang again. RINNGGG!!! RINNNGGG!!! This time I actually looked at the caller I.D. It was my boyfriend, Matthew Anderson. He's engineer, good with numbers and all that. The most I understand about his job is that he builds bridges.

"Hey you." I said.

"Hey, I was calling to ask if you were excited. I'm bringing five hundred dollars just for you."

"That's sweet, but why does everyone keep asking if I'm excited? Of course I'm excited, why wouldn't I be?"

"You're mom woke you up again?"

"How'd you guess?"

"Lucky guess. Look I have to run into work, see you later. "

"I love you."

"Love you too."

"Bye." then he hung up. I rolled over trying to sleep, but I couldn't. I was already up so part of me said: "Go get some work done." and the other part said: "Go back to sleep." For better, or worse the first half won out, so I changed into my painting clothes and went into the studio.

I painted for about three hours. I'm working on this cool piece. Basically I'm painting these neon color bands, and painting them in patterns. When I'm done it should look like a human head, making a cool visual effect.

After that I ate some breakfast (cereal 'cause it was all I could afford.). Then I watched some T.V. (it was actually netflix on my cheap laptop.) Then I painted more, and after that... it was time to get ready.

And by get ready I mean throw a black dress on, and run a brush through my hair. Then I practically jumped out the door. I had five paintings I was selling, and I didn't need to be late. When I got there (in my junk car) Mom, Dad, and Matt were waiting for me. I walked up to them, and said "I'm here."

"There she is!" yelled my Dad. He's a pretty loud person, and looks it too. He's... big, but not fat. Has these seas blue eyes, and blond hair. The first thing I always notice about him, is his buzz cut, and how it makes his ears stick out. I don't know why he likes buzz cuts.

"Calm down George." That was my mom. She's Japanese like me, and has long black hair. Her eyes are a beautiful brown, and she's very thin. What you kinda notice about her is just how long her hair is, it goes below her waist.

Matt said "Which painting do you think you'll make the most off of?"

"I have no idea, I told him." Matt is thin and has brown hair, with green eyes. I think what you'd notice about him is that he has wrinkles on his forehead, he tells me it's because he thinks too much.

"Well I want the picture of the deer hunting the hunter!" said Matt. the picture was a humor piece I did.

"No! I want that one!" yelled my dad! Thankfully no one was paying any attention to us. While they laughed Mom walked over to me.

"I would really like the Japanese art homage." I just smiled to myself, I had painted that with her in mind.

"What time is it?" asked Matt?

"Time to go in!" yelled Dad, and so we did.

Sheath, Prologue

Twenty-one years ago a baby was born. A Japanese baby, born in Japan. You probably don't think much of this, thousands of children are born every year in Japan, more across the world! But this one was different,... special you might say. Nothing looked special about her, but it was there, in the way she acted.

She would be happily drawing, or coloring, then she would get up, and sneak around. When she did this we always lost her. She didn't come out until she said so. She'd continue to slink around, then she'd jump! Onto anything, furniture, ankles. Many pets fell victim to this attack. Then she would stop, and go back to coloring. Almost like it had never happened, like she remembered nothing.

This continued until she was three. That's when she learned to talk. She told us... that she couldn't remember her attacks. She said all she did was color. We got... worried.

We took her to many doctors. One said it was mood swings, another said it was memory loss. Each doctor just said the opposite of the last. Then we took her to one last doctor, a physiologist. He told us she had multiple personalities. This seemed like the right answer so we listened. He took her into a room and we waited, and waited, and waited. For what felt like hours. Then he came out, and told us.

"I spoke to your daughter... and she does have separate personalities." We just sat, and listened, it was all we could do. "I was able to talk to both personalities, and diagnosis it. When she switches, sh can't remember anything about what she did before the switch. Unfortunately I could'nt find out what brings the switches." We just sat there quietly, we had no idea what to say, then my husband said:

"What are the two different... um... personalities."

"This is the interesting part. Your daughter is a artist, a creator. While her other... self is a..."

"A?" I asked.

"That other personality acts like a assassin, a destroyer, a killer." we didn't know what to say, what could we? We had just found out our daughter shared a body with a killer. "I'm so sorry." said the doctor.

"What would say to do?" I asked.

"I would say martial arts, and sword when shes older. That will teach her discipline and control."
We thanked him and left. Still a little shocked.

At five she started karate. Then at fifteen she took sword. It helped, but the problem was still there. At seventeen we had to move to America. We had no choice. She continued to practice, and even graduated with a arts degree. Now she is twenty-two, and the story truly begins. Though that is hers to tell you.

Sara Raft: Agent Of Nothing, Epilougue

I walk down the narrow halls of the White House. That's right, I'm in the White House, but I don't have time to stand around. I'm meeting with the president, the President.

I continue my walk, and straighten my tie. What I'm about to do is the most important thing in my life. I walk right into his office.

"Sir..." I say.

"Miss Raft, I want to say thank you for rescuing me." I hadn't even thought about the fact that the President was captured, but I didn't tell him that.

"My pleasure." I say.

"Now... what is it that you want to talk to me about?" I'm trying not to shake, but I can't help it.

"Mr. President, I have physical and photo proof of a planned terrorist attack." he leans forward, I've got his attention. "And not only do I have evidence, I also have a plan to stop it." Slowly he looks at the pictures. I watch his eyes grow wide, and now he's shaking.

"A-and what is your plan?"

"I want to put together a team to counter this."

"What kind of team?"

"A team of supers."

"Th-that might actually work. Who do you want for this team?"

"Do you remember the San Francisco incident? With Bridget Summers? And Dark Mage?"

"Yes, but Bridget Summers isn't a super, and Dark Mage... is dead... wait... you can't mean August Summers!?"

"Yes, I do mean him."

"You want him for this? We don't even know where he is!"

"Leave that to me."

"Don't blame me if that... thing! Kills everyone! Though you have my approval. God bless America."

I walk out of his office more confident than ever. James Wilson has a plan, so do I. I will carry this plan out, and I will save not only America, but the world! And I'm not scared anymore.

Sara Raft, Agent Of Nothing, Part 8

I walk into the office confident, though also curious. What was it that he had to tell me? Hopefully he wasn't confessing love... he wouldn't do that... would he?

Though when I finish my walk in, and almost immediately hear his voice. Though he doesn't sound excited, he's flat.

"Hello Sara." he says.

"Hey... I'm not paying for this am I?"

"No, but lets be serious, what am I about to tell you, has to be kept secret."

"Fine, but why the secrecy?"

"This stuff could ruin my career."

"But?"

"What makes you think there's a but?"

"You asked me here."

"Point. I felt you have the right to know this. You see, before I owned this office, I worked at a mental asylum."

"So?"

"One of my patients, was the man you fought, James Wilson."

"What?"

"Yeah, and I still have my notes."

"Wouldn't those belong to the asylum?"

"I made copies, now do you want me to share them or not?"

"Yes, please."

"Fine, so James father was..."

"John Wilson? The politician?"

"Yes."

"Wasn't John..."

"Assassinated? Yes."

"That was terrible, he seemed like a good man." This is getting interesting.

"Good to see you know history. Now James was never sane to begin with, but when his father was killed he finally lost it. He blamed the political system for his father's death, he said that he wanted to kill everyone in politics.

Then his powers manifested."

"When was that?"

"It happened when he heard about his father. Two cops had come by to give him the news. He  got angry, the report says he was breathing heavy and muttering to himself. Then he screamed, and everyone and everything started to float in the room. That didn't help, he got scared, and panicked. Then everything fell, and the two cops... were killed. Then everything started to go downhill."

"It got worse?"

"Much worse. The families of the men sued and won. James and his mother, Myra, lost everything, and James lost it. He told me that he kept hearing these words in his head 'Son... I don't know how to tell you this... but your father... is dead.'"

"Are those the words..."

"I think they're what triggered his powers. But he also told me that the voices never stopped. Never."

"So then what happened?"

"He was released from the asylum. It didn't take him long for him to figure out what he wanted, and the second he acted reformed, he got out. He needed a Oscar for his acting."

"So he gamed the system."

"Yep."

"Do we know what his powers are?"

"It looks like, telekinesis, and telepathy, but those are just the ones that we know about."

"Can I ask one more question."

"Shoot."

"Do you agree that the system killed his father?" H e gave me a very dark look, that was impossible to read.

"No. Of course not. You better go now." So I leave.

Sara Raft: Agent Of Nothing, Part 7

"My plane was primed and ready to go,  all I had to do was get on and tell my pilot to fly. Thankfully once I gave him the coordinates, he knew where to go. I was terrible at geography.

It was a long flight, and I had questions, but there was no one to answer them. I was thinking: 'The U.N. meetings were some of, no, the most guarded place in the world. How did someone kidnap all of the leaders there?' I was also wondering 'why am I doing this?' but that was one I could answer. The problem was: I didn't know. Was it pride? Fear? A need to protect? A need to do something, anything?"

"I still think, you want to please your dead parents." says Dr. Ellis.

"Not this again" I say

"Don't worry, I won't push it, continue."

"I still don't know why. I was wearing black clothes, and had a semi-plan. I would go in, free the people, get out. Easy... right? We landed, and I took a cab all the way to a warehouse. It was night now, and there were two guards outside. Something told me it was the right place. I flipped open my phone, and made a call. Hopefully, it would work.

I took a deep breath, my heart started to race. "Here we go." I said. I shot the two guards, and they slumped over. Don't freak out, it was a dart gun. I walked inside, and it started.

"Sarrrrrra come out and play! I know you're there Sara, and if you don't do something, the hostages will die. And you do want that on you, do you?" How did he know I was here? How did he know who I was? My heart beat faster, and lips dried.

"No chance in hell." I whispered, but I was terrified on the inside. The kind of terrified that makes you want to lay down and cry.  Then one of the thugs looking for me, came over to my hiding place. I shot him, and he fell to the ground. Good thing dart guns aren't lethal. Though the asleep body was bound to attract attention. I had to move.

was able to move and not be seen. I was behind new cover now, one step closer to the hostages. Then I was it from behind! Pain ebbed through my head, I said "Aw hell..." then... nothing.

I woke up to a splash of cold water. I couldn't move, and it wasn't because I was chained to the chair. I was scared, petrified really.

'Well, well, Sara Raft, what am I to do with you?' the voice was cold, and coming from the shadows. Actually, I couldn't see a thing.

'Wh-who are you?' My heart beat faster, and my breathing got heavier. This had happened before.

'You don't know? Tssk. Next time you should watch the news report. Though I'm not about to tell you now." My scars were on fire, they hurt. My breathing got heavier.'

'Where are the leaders and how did you...'

'Take them? You don't have to be so brave Sara. It was simple really: they flew here.'

'In a plane?'

'No, I carried them... with my mind.' he was... a super?

'Yes dear, I am what you call: a super, and no you're not going to die.' he had said... what I was thinking. I was shaking with fear.

'And why not?' I asked. I was really trying to be brave.

'Lets see, take the smartest, richest person in the world, and hold her as one of my many hostages? I'd have to be crazy to say no to that.'

'Where... are... the leaders?' it was easier to be brave now.

'They are somewhere, in this building.'

'It's not that big of a place.'

'I'm not telling you!' a light was turned on, and light shone across my face. It was so bright I still couldn't see him.

'Where am I then?'

'In our new interrogation room.' I looked around me, I was in a corner, with curtains around us. He sighed 'No one likes curtains anymore.' that was what I was thinking.

'Why are you doing this? Power isn't a good answer.' He got angry, really angry, and I got scared.

'Power?! Power is the exact opposite of what I want! All I want is to show men with power that they can still bleed. I want to show that we don't have tolive under their feet! And the worst part? They always, always, want more.'

'I don't agree with the system anymore than you do, but you can't just kill people!'

'You wouldn't understand. You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth.'

'You're wrong! I wasn't born with a spoon. I had to earn it, and then give the spoon to myself.'

'But don't you know how to kill, Sara? You must agree, somewhere deep inside you. Wouldn't you kill Hitler, if you had the chance?'

'I learned to kill, so I could defend.'

'Defend who?'

'Anyone?'

'Ha! How noble, but nobility just brings the fall quicker.'

'Guess I'll just make the most of my time.' Then we paused, we were silent. There were gunshots outside.

'You... you...'

'Called the Canadian army. Yes I did.'

'How...'

'Helps when I sold some tech to them way back, and I tell them where their leader is.'

'You...'

'Checkmate.' Then he started to rise. He rose straight into the air, and through the ceiling. Some loyalty. A soldier came in through the curtains.

'Sara Raft, I mean, Miss Raft.'

'Do you think you could untie me?'

'Oh yeah. We secured the leaders.'

'Good.'

'Do you need a ride back to the States?'

'No, I'm going to stay and look around.'

'Suit yourself.' then he left. I started to wander the warehouse. I wandered until I found a office. Then I went in. Inside the place was covered with paper. Notes actually. I picked one up and read it. My eyes grew wide.

'He wouldn't' I said. Then I took out my lighter and lit the place up. I left Canada as quickly as possible after that. I needed to get back home. Because I couldn't let this mad man do this. He had a plan, and I had one to counter it."

"What was his plan?" asks Dr. Ellis.

"I can't tell you."

"Come on."

"No." then I walk away.

"Wait..." he says "Could you come back next week? I need to tell you something."

"Fine." the I walk out.

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Sara Raft: Agent Of Nothing, Part 6

"So what happened?"

"Excuse me?"

"Two weeks ago, we left you right after you finished your training. What happened when you returned home?" I'm Dr. Ellis's office again. I decide to open up without hesitation, I was going to get right to it.

"I'll start when I got home. When I walked through the door... no one was there, and I couldn't blame Jill. Not after how I treated her. Though... her gift was still there. She had left it. It was just too... too much. I was almost to tears, but I didn't cry, I couldn't.

All I could do was flop on the couch and watch TV. Star-Trek, ironically, but halfway my TV went out. There was nothing but static, it was weird. 'Huh...' I thought '... looks like someone is... hacking... into the feed.'

That's what was happening. Slowly the static, turned into a man. There was light, but you couldn't see his face. It was hard to explain. There was silence, then he spoke.

'People of the world...'

I remember thinking 'This is broadcasting to the world?'

'... we have taken your leaders, from a United Nations meeting. If you do not meet our demands, they will be killed one by one, and we'll televise it. That is all. Let freedom ring!'

I sat there, dazed for awhile. Then I ran to my room, and grabbed one of my inventions. Simply put, it unscrambled air waves, whether they be television or radio."

"Did you sell it?" asks Dr. Ellis.

"Yes."

"To the military?" I didn't say anything. "Come on, I won't judge."

"... Yes."

"Alright, continue."

" I might have sold it, but I needed it now. I walked straight out of my house, and drove right to the TV station. This had happened before. The hostage taking. It had happened to me, and I'll be damned if I didn't do anything about it. The scars on my arms were hurting, but I ignored it. I was doing something.

I walked right into the station without saying a thing to someone.

'Miss, this is private property.' it was one of the employees.

'I need to see your broadcaster.'

'What? Why?'

'Because I can do something, I can find out where the world leaders are.'

'... You sure?'

'Positive.'

'Come this way.' I followed her right to the room. I didn't say anymore to her, and she didn't say anymore to me. I plugged the device in, and clicked a few keys. I not going into details, on how it worked."

"Are you sure?" asks Dr Ellis. "I wouldn't mind being able to copy it." I ignore him and move on. His job is to listen, not ask.

"Eventually, I marked their location in... France. Then I walked out.

'What are you going to do?' asked the employee.

'Now? Now I'm going to save them.'

Sara Raft: Agent Of Nothing, Part 5

"So could you tell me about your training?" I hear Dr. Ellis ask.

"What makes you think I had training?"

"Puh-Lese! I've been around people with martial arts training, and they carry themselves just like you." I look down at myself. He could tell I studied martial arts...by looking at my posture? "Now could you tell me about it? Please?" He looks at me with... is that sad eyes? He looks horrible.

Again I feel like opening myself to him. How does he do that? 

"Fine..." I say. "I had just been released from the hospital, and was going home. When I got there, Jill was inside waiting for me. 

'Hey.' she said.

'Hey.' I said.

'You're talking now?'

'Yeah.'

'Barely' I heard her mutter. I didn't even look at her, and walked straight to my room. There I started to pack.

'Where are you going?'

'Alaska.'

'Alaska? Look anyway, I made you a gift.' It was a mini statue of The Starship Enterprise. She knew I loved Star-Trek.

'Thank you' but I didn't take it. Then I finished packing, and left without saying bye. I didn't even take Jill's gift"

"Wow..." he says.

"I know."

"You totally blew her off."

"Yes, I know."

"I mean... really?"

"Can we move on?!"

"Oh yeah... continue."

"I took a cab all the way down to my private airfield, and then I got on my plane. My pilot flew, of course. The flight was long and boring, but that gave me time to research where I was going. It turns out that Alaska was home to one of the worlds greatest martial artists. Shang Rand. He had won over one-hundred medals, and had moved to Alaska to get away from everything. He also said he didn't take students. Though I thought I could convince him."

"When we landed I took another cab to where he was living. It was a long cab ride. You would have thought I would have left him alone. Seeing as how it took that long to get to him. He apparently wanted to be left alone, but I ignored that.

When I finally got there, I took a deep breath, knocked on his door. When no one came, I knocked again, and again, and again. Then finally I looked through a window. Instead of meditating like I thought, he was watching TV. Then he saw me, and ran to answer the door.

'Welcome young grasshopper...' he said 'I've been expecting you... *Cough* *Cough*... ah... I could never do that like my sensei. Anyway, welcome, and what do you want?

'I have come looking for lessons.'

'Sorry, no lessons. I do have Oreos though.'

'Please, just give me a chance!'

'No.'

'Please?'

'...Okay. But I'm only doing it cause you're pretty.'

'I can live with that.' then out of nowhere I was knocked to the ground.

'Prove yourself now. If you can knock me down, I'll train you.'

I got up, but he started with a flurry of kicks and punches. All I could was step back out of his reach. So this pattern started he punched, I stepped. There was no opening, only a blur. I stepped away, but the pace was picking up, he was getting faster and faster. Then he stopped and lifted a leg. It looked like he was charging a kick, or at least it'd be like that in video games. That was my chance, I charged forward, and pushed with all my strength. He fell, I had won.

'Excellent...' he said '... training starts tomorrow, but first... can you help me eat these Oreos? I bought way too many.' Then we walked inside. I hadn't said a word. I was shocked at what had happened. I had won.

Training went on for two years. Everyday I trained with him, until I was a black belt. It was the longest two years of my life. Then I flew home, and bought a gun, I took it down to a shooting range for a year until I could hit anything. It isn't official, but I am a master marksman. That added with my previous two years, made the longest three years of my life. Was it worth it? I don't know."

"Wow... I just have one question though: How does that make you feel? And yes, I know that is extremely cliche."

"Honestly? Like a overachiever."

"Well I think this further proves my point. you're trying to please your dead parents."

"You know what? NO!!! I saved all those people, cause I did. You know decent, good, people exist in this world."

"And you consider yourself one of these people?"

"Yes I do. Don't you? Doesn't everyone? Even the coldest criminal." His pen is moving so fast on his paper now, that it looks like they might burst into flame. That doesn't happen though, so I get up, and walk out.

Sara Raft, Agent Of Nothing, Part 4

"You came back." says Dr. Ellis.

"I had to. I already paid for it."

"Touche. Now this week I want to talk about your childhood."

"What's that got to do with anything?"

"More than you'd know. Now please, just talk. People love to talk."

"Fine." I don't why. but something about this guy makes you want to open up to him. I have no idea what that is, but I'm guessing it's the reason he's a shrink.

"My life as a child kinda fell apart around eight. Everyone was telling me I was smart, and I loved robots, so when the science fair came around,  I built one. It was small, and crude. It was actually built from junkyard parts. I had even programmed it to help my mom around the house.

Then it turned to crap. One week before the science fair, I had showed the bot to my mom and dad. I loved the thing, and was so proud of it. I couldn't wait for the fair. I had that feeling where you feel like you could conquer the world! Nothing could stand in my way! My parents felt the same. They ruined it.

They were so impressed with it, that they sold designs to a company! They made a ton of dough, and took credit for it's creation! Which might have been believable, if they weren't fat, lazy, idiots! I didn't even get to enter the fair, but life got even worse!

Everyday when I got home from school (which was still a public school, cause they were too cheap to put me in a private school!) four to nine was called 'robot time' where I worked on upgrades for the bot! So they could make more money! They were in Time Magazine, had over one-hundred-million dollars, and they even bought the company which made the bots! And to cap it all off, they named the robot 'Helptron 3000'!"

"I owned a helptron!" he says

"Grrrrrrr."

"Shutting up!"

"So yeah, I was glad when they died! Because they both died of heart attacks! And that happened because they were fat!"

"... Soooooooo... I'm guessing you have some anger over this."

"Ya' think?"

"Well I have a diagnosis."

"What's that?"

"I think you did what you did... because of your parents, and a need to please them."

"... What?"

"I think..."

"NO!!! I have a diagnosis! I was scared, okay?! I trained for two years, and became a killing machine! Because I was scared. I did that cause I was scared."

"I'll add 'In denial' to my notes."

"RRRRGH!!!" then I stomp out.