Earth Overcome: Part 9, Agon

  Today was Mother's Day, I know this is kind of tactless, but mine is dead.  So is my Dad.  They've been like this for two years, and I've visited them before, but this was the first time I had gone there since my gaining of scales.  Sure I was in Chicago and they were in San Francisco, but when you have wings you can go anywhere.  What was weird wasn't that I had wings, or that I had just helped saved a painter ninja.  What was weird was Long, or the lack of him.  He was quiet.  My best guess was that he was leaving me alone so I could mourn. 

  It didn't take long to find their graves once I was there.  I had gone there so often when I was in the orphanage I had the path memorized.  I had flowers because that's what you bring.  It's the unspoken rule.  Well, not entirely unspoken, but I think you get it.

  "Hi Mom." I said. "Happy Mother's Day.  Hey Dad.  How are you guys?"

  I was quiet for a moment to let them respond.

  "That's good, that's great.  Hope you like the flowers.  Don't worry Dad, I'll be back for Father's Day." 

  I was quiet again.  You know, if I really concentrated I could almost hear them.

  "So." I said slowly. "I don't want to take your thunder but I kind of have a problem."  I knew they were listening because they always did. "I kind of have scales, and claws, and wings."

  I knew this was going to be long, so I sat down in front of the tombstone, and told them all of it.  I told them how I got my powers.  About how I beat Dark Sage.  I told them how Bridget was scared of me.  I told them everything about the team, our first mission and how I flew here.  There were some parts where I could here them laughing.  Some where they were quiet.  Sometimes they didn't make any sounds.  It kind of felt like they were there.

  "...and now I don't know what to do next." I finished.  I was quiet again, waiting for an answer that never came,  They were gone again, and it didn't feel like they were there anymore.

  "August?" said Long. "Someone is behind us."  The first time he spoke and he was right, someone was there.

  "So, you're here." she said.  I turned around and found my sister, Bridget and she did not look happy.  "Shouldn't you be out killing more people?" she asked.  Ouch.  That kind of hurt.

  "Bridget come on.  Not in front of Mom and Dad."

  "The reason they're dead is because of you."

  "You blame me?" I asked quietly.

  "Yes, I do."

  "Wouldn't the one who killed them be Dark Sage."

  "And who brought him into the picture?" she asked.

  "Bridget please..."

  "No!  I already told you to get out of my life.  Now stay out!"

  "You're not being fair." I said.

  "I spent two years of my life with that creep because of you!"

  "You know what?!" I told her.  "I'm sorry!  Excuse me!  I'm sorry for going to China!  I'm sorry for ending up like this!  And I'm sorry for everything else I have no control over!  So why don't you take your judgmental self and get over it."

  "What did you say to me?"

  "You know last time I checked, I'm the one with the scales.  I'm the one the bad guy tried to kill.  I'm the one with a Chinese man in my head!  So I'm sorry for wanting to see my parents!" 

  Then I turned around and stomped out of the cemetery.  Leaving her with her mouth wide open.

About a Bird and His Hunger

Introduction:

  This was another school assignment based off the story from yesterday.  Enjoy!

 The Story:

 

“I’m hungry.  I’m hungry.  I need food.  I’m hungry.  Wait.  I’m hungry.”  Honestly those are the thoughts I have every day.  I know it may seem primitive to your giant human mind, but I don’t have the convenience of food in my nest.  I wish I did.  That would’ve made this whole experience much easier, and then I wouldn’t be hungry.

                On that particular day I was on the hunt for, well, food.  Anything really, though I prefer worms.  It had been hard that day, not much rain so not many worms.  I decided to go to the usual house, where the lady has food.  Though when I got there the usual person wasn’t!  It was an older woman sleeping on the porch swing.  I decided I’d give it a try, so I hopped up and squawked at her.  She woke with a snort and started yelling in her weird human language.  For all I knew that meant food, but no.  She picked up a stick at started shaking at me.  I didn’t want to get hit, so I squawked again and flew away.

                I couldn’t believe her, who was she to say what I could eat and what I couldn’t eat?  Humans are spoiled brats.  All I had wanted was some food, maybe just a crumb.  Humans are terrible, well, except the ones that give me food.  Those are alright with me.

                The problem was that I was still hungry and I still needed food.  It wasn’t really fair that I had to starve, and I didn’t feel like dying.  I kept flying around the same area until I came across a tree.  A tree with a hole in it.  You wouldn’t believe what that hole was filled with.  Nuts!  Acorns and walnuts and pecans and whatever other nuts grew in that area, and there they were.  Mine for the taking.  I landed on the branch and stuck my head in.  It smelled delicious in there.  I will admit I was curious to how they all got there, but I was so hungry I didn’t care.  Just as I was about to take a bite of acorn, there was a loud squeal behind me.  I pulled my head out and looked around, it was a squirrel chattering at me.  It must have been her nest and her food.  I didn’t want to steal.  So I opened my wings and flew away.

                At this point I was on the brink of falling out of the sky.  It was all because of hunger.  I needed food.  I just wish the squirrel had been a little more kind and shared his food.  I didn’t see why he needed all those nuts.  There were plenty for both of us.  Still, I didn’t want to be rude or steal, so I had flown away, but I needed to find food before I didn’t make it to tomorrow.

                I flew for about another hour, scanning the ground for something, anything.  That’s when I saw it, something pink, something squishy.

                “Worm!” I thought.

                I immediately folded my wings in and went into a dive.  I rushed toward the ground faster, and faster.  Then I made wings pop back out just into to slow my fall enough to land.  The worm wasn’t fast enough, and I snapped it up the second I touched the ground.  Delicious.  I hopped around a little in victory, but then I decided to fly back to my nest.  I needed rest for tomorrow, because I would be hungry again.

P.O.V. (from a bird’s eyes)

  Introduction:
 
  This was another school assignment where I had to take a poem and turn it into a story.  This one was by Emily Dickinson, one of my favorite poets.  Here's the link http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/bird-came-down-walk-328

and here's
The Story:

  The bird honestly thinks that this neighborhood is the best.  Only for a few reasons, but sometimes those reasons can mean life or death.  Though the bird doesn’t think about life or death, or even survival.  It thinks about food.  That’s mostly it.  You could argue that he thinks about survival because he thinks about food, but that’s not it.  The bird is just really greedy.

                It’s because of his greediness that the bird likes this neighborhood.  He likes it because it rains often.  When I said the bird only thinks about food, that doesn’t mean he isn’t smart.  He actually is rather intelligent, but he uses his intelligence to think about food.  You see, this bird has it all figured out.   Because it rains often worms come out making them easier to find.  He had actually found an angleworm that very morning and enjoyed it very much.  It also means more to drink.  The grass in one particular house’s yard is long, very long.  So the rain collects on it and makes it easy to drink.

                Though there are problems, the bird has yet to find a spot without them.  The biggest one is beetles, the bird hates them.  They look disgusting, they taste disgusting, and they feel disgusting.  So disgusting that the bird doesn’t want to be near them.  Well, more of them come out for the water, just like the worms.  So when the bird sees them he hops to the nearest wall and looks rapidly around for more before continuing the hunt for worms.

                There was something that made up for it.  Someone in particular.  She would sometimes watch the bird hunt for food, and the bird would pretend that he didn’t see her or else she would go away.  He did notice her, even when she was trying not to be noticed.  Somehow she had gotten it into her head that if he saw her, he would fly away.  Most of the time she sat on her porch and scribbled in her notebook, but sometimes the bird liked to take advantage of her.  When it had been a day without as many worms as usual, or if he just wanted more food (most of the time it was the second one) he would hop up to her and cock his head.  She would stare at him, then scribble something in her book.  After he stared at her for a while she would dig for something in her pocket.  After she found something she would give to him.  Whether it be a cracker, or biscuit, or in this case a crumb.  Usually this ritual would signify the end of this bird’s day and he would fly back to his nest.  And just to prove my point on how smart this bird really is, the bird has his nest built in this neighborhood.  I like to think that is proof plenty.  

Earth Overcome, Part 8: Sheath

  When Sara said "Guns Blazing" she meant guns blazing.  That's what hers were doing.  I for one was really curious about the team,

  "What are they like?" I asked. 

  Sara didn't answer.

  "How did they do on the mission?"

  Still no answer.

  "I hope they're okay."

  "Yukino, I could use some help."

  "Yeah." I nodded, I had been trying to avoid this.  I really didn't want to do this, but it couldn't be avoided, we needed Sheath.  I sighed and closed my eyes.

  Sheath Awoke

   Sheath was strong fast and silent, for that was what she needed to be.  One of the thug's trying to kill Raft noticed her and rushed her.  What a fool, he would be the first one.  Sheath drew her sword and spun around and slashed!  He fell to the floor, dead.  Another one decided to run at her, surely he would do better than his predecessor.  He didn't.  Sheath easily sidestepped him and tripped him.  He fell onto the floor, she spun her sword around and stabbed.  He screamed, but Sheath was silent.  The third was smarter, almost.  He shot at Sheath.  It was a Magnum.  Hard to aim, easy to dodge.  She ducked under the bullet and before he could get off another shot, she ran up and slashed.  That would be the last bullet he would ever fire.  Two more decided to follow suit and fired at her from opposite sides.  She ducked... and the bullets passed over her head and found their mark in the other man.  Silently Sheath rose from the floor and closed her eyes, her work was done.  For now.

  Yukino Awoke

  When I got control back from Sheath, there were bodies everywhere.  I don't even know how I got control back or why.  The only person not dead was Sara and she looked afraid.

  "Come on." she said when she saw it was me, not Sheath. "Let's go."

  Video Log: Scar

  I love Yukino as a friend, I really do.  But it's not easy.  I'm a little scared of Sheath, and why shouldn't I be?  She has the potential to kill us all!

  End Log

  On the way back to Sara's ship, we had to be quiet, if we weren't we'd be caught.  Though I wish we could've because that left me alone with my thoughts.  Sheath was usually quiet but sometimes she talked to me.  She says that she wants control over my, I mean our body.  But I can't let that happen, because she also wants to kill people.  I can't be responsible for that.  What's even worse is the way she works.  I don't know why she gave me control again.  It's like she's bidding her time, and that scares me.  Having this... thing!  Inside me.  I just, just, I just wish my other personality was a pacifist.

  When we did get to the ship, I'll be blunt, I was surprised.  The team was not at all what I had expected.  I mean, I knew who was going to be on the team, but they were different from my expectations.

  Sara strapped into the pilot's seat and started to fly.  the dragon guy, Agon decided to make a comment, "So that's the chick we came all the way out here to get?  I'm impressed."

  "Yes this is Sheath." Sara sighed.  Gallatian was quiet, almost quieter than Sheath.  It was creepy.

  Agon waved at me, "Wow she's quiet.  Kinda like Gallatian.  Match made in heaven if you ask me."

 "I do talk." I told him.  I hated people who said I didn't speak, that was Sheath not me.

  "Alright, so much for that wedding."

  "Could you leave her alone?" Sara called from the cockpit.

  "Fine." he sighed, but just because he wasn't picking on me, didn't mean he wasn't going to shut up.

  "So yeah, great first mission and so worth it.  Glad to know we can function, sorta."

  I couldn't take t anymore, "Will you shut up?  All you've done is make snide comments and criticize.  Sara you may have picked the heavy hitters, but this team sucks."

  "Could you please calm down, Yukino?" she asked.

  "No!  So far we have the wise-guy and the one who doesn't talk."

  "This may not be the best time, but during the mission Agon became feral."  Everyone shut up, Gallatian has spoken. 

  "Wow, Sparkles, you pick that to talk about?" asked Agon.

  "You did what?" Sara yelled.

  I decided to stay out of it and so did Gallatian.

  "I couldn't help it, I don't have complete control."

  "Then you better learn control!"  She yelled.  Then she sighed, "Great this whole team is a time bomb."  She turned back to Agon, "How many people did you kill when you lost control."

  "I don't remember, there was red and fire.  That's all."

  "Great, just great." she muttered.  Then she was quiet for a minute, thinking.  "Look." she said.  "Because we had to extract our spy we don't know where Wilson is going to attack.  This means we can only defend when it happens.  Come back here when that attack happens.  Until then, I think we need some private space." 

  Everyone is quiet while she lands the jet, and once that process is over, we all go our separate ways.

Earth Overcome, Part 7: Sara Raft

    The second we landed I was out of the jet and inside.  I had to be quick, I had to be efficient, and I had to be professional.  Yukino need me.  I didn't bother to say anything to Agon or Gallatian.  I had the feeling neither of them were very stealthy.  Though  I couldn't help but be a little ashamed for abandoning them.  I shook my head.  I didn't have time to be sorry.  I just shook it off and kept going, like I always do.

  I ran straight past a huge open room, and into a hallway.  Yukino was in the basement and I took some stairs down to the lower levels.  As I started down the stairs I noticed something.  No guards.  No one was on these stairs.  Then I heard a giant crash.  it sounded like Agon and Gallatian had the guards distracted.  At least they were doing their jobs.  I crept down the hallway and heard some voices around the corner.  I drew my pistol, silenced of course.  I peaked around the corner and saw three guards.  Each one of them armed.  Though I had the element of surprise.

  I took a deep breath and whipped back around the corner and shot one of the guards.  He crumpled to the floor but the others saw him fall.

  "Someone's here." he yelled!
  
  I whipped back around and before the could notice me, I took aim and pulled the trigger twice.  They both fell.  I didn't hesitate.  quickly I got out of my cover and sprinted down the hall, taking care to step around the bodies.

  The next room was a more open area, with a door. That had to be where they were keeping Yukino.  The only problem was the two thugs standing guard.  I reached down to my belt and pulled out a grenade.  I stared at it.  If I used it they would all know where I was, but it was the only way.  There was no way I could take down the guys equipped with machine guns.  Silently, I pulled the pin and chucked it across the room.  I heard it bounce once, twice, then it rolled. 

  "What the..." started one of the guards but he never finished.  The explosion was so loud it left my ears ringing.  All I did was shake my head and run to the door (which had been blown off it's hinges.)

  "Yukino!" I called, standing at the top of the stairs.

  There was a voice at the bottom, faint but strong, "Sara!  You're hear?"  I heard her footsteps coming up the stairs and then she was standing right in front of me. "Finally." she grinned.

  "Yeah, I even brought the rest of the team."

  She nodded, "Good, that's good.  So how are we getting out?"

"Guns blazing."

  She tilted her head, "Seriously?"

  I took her sword out of my duffel bag, "Yeah seriously."

  "Dragon Fang." she whispered.  I nodded, Agon would get a kick out of her sword name.

  She unsheathed it and looked around, "I like this plan."

Earth Overcome: Part 6, Gallatian

  It didn't take long for night to come.  You'd think it'd take forever since I had nothing to kill time.  Even if I did it wasn't like I could.  I was starting to wonder why we attacked at night.  They would know we were there soon enough.  That was just one of the many holes in the plan.  What do expect from the eighteen year old strategist.  Though hey, what can you do?  It's not like I could talk.

  Sara landed the ship right outside of their warehouse.  The heat sensors had placed the ninja in the basement, which would mean that Scar had to use the stairs.  There were two guards outside the main door, but Scar shot them quickly and quietly.  What kind of person can just kill without remorse? 

  "We're using the front door?" asked Agon.

  "Why wouldn't we?" asked Scar.

  Agon put his hand on the wall closest to him. "Why use the door..." I swear I've never seen anything like it.  he put his entire hand through the wall.  Then all he had to do was flex and it came crashing down.  "When we can make our own, elaborate entrance?" he finished.

  "Agon..." Scar started to scold.

  "What?  They already know we're here."

  I nodded, the whisper had told me that, though I wasn't able to tell anyone.

  "Fine." she grumbled.  Then before any guards could get us, she stepped around the rubble and rushed inside.  It was just us.  Me and Agon against everything.

"So." started Agon. "How do we grab their attention?"
  "You smash stuff?" I thought.

  "I'll smash stuff!" he yelled.

  He punched a different wall and it too came crumbling around him.  The dust was flying in the air, but it worked.  There was a stream of thugs running into the room.

  "Take them out!" one guy yelled, and that was all anyone said.  They all moved the same way and had the same glazed look.  They were either high or being controlled.

  Agon went ballistic and tore into the nearest person.  I instead, let the suit take over, it kicked into the air and hovered there above the guards.  I watched as my fist glowed and gleamed.  Then a beam leapt out of it blasted straight into a guard.  The whisper and the suit were working together, it'd tell it where someone was and the suit would blast it.  I was just along for the ride.  My arm whipped around again and I the bolt of energy felled another one.

  "Lasers?" asked Agon. "That's awesome."

  Agon himself was a blur.  He was a flurry of slashing and fire.  The guards didn't know what to do.  they didn't know how to approach him.  So they fell.

  I raised my arm again and the laser sprayed across the room.  I don't know how many people I hit, but it was a lot.  I didn't a thing.

  Then I heard a BLAMM!!!  A gunshot.  I looked down at my arm and there was a hole.  No blood, just a hole.  The pain came in hard and I hit the ground.  Two of the thuigs saw there chance and rushed me.  I struggled to my knees.  They got closer.  I steadied myself with my good and arm and slowly raised my bad one.  They grinned at each other, then at me.  Instead of a laser, I shot out a shockwave and they flew across the room.  They looked like they hit the wall pretty hard.  Be fore I could recover, another tried to rush me, but this one had a knife.  He slashed and I stepped back to avoid him.  He lunged and I sidestepped.  That was my moment.  I grabbed his hand and made him drop the knife, then I brought my hands back and shot off another shockwave!  He landed in a heap on the other side of the room.

  I looked around myself.  Whatever guys I didn't hit, Agon had.  The fight was over.  Then I remembered Agon and looked over at him.  He was shaking and twitching.  His breathing was heavy, almost like a growl.  I inched closer, wondering what was wrong.

  "Agon, are you well?" It wasn't what I wanted to say, but it's what I did.

  ROARR!!!  He turned around and tried to jump on top of me.  if it wasn't for the whisper and suit I would have been clawed.  Instead I was hovering in the air.  I raised both arms and shot him twice, but it didn't faze him.  He was too strong.  He jumped up and grabbed me by my leg.  Then he pulled me back down!  I was on my back, with him right on top of me.  He opened his mouth to breathe fire and started to see the back of his mouth glow. 

  "Don't..." I thought.  I never realized how scary he was up close.  Then something happened.  He stopped, and then he shook his head.

  "What happened?" he moaned.

  I wanted scream, "You almost killed me!" but I said: "You attempted to murder me."

  "How?" he asked.

  "It appears you lost control."

  "Again." he shook his head.

  I was sighing on the inside, but I never did, I just said "Come let's get back to the aircraft."

    Video Log: Agon

  "I feel bad about this... I blame dragons... and Long."

  End Log

Vile Gōmon

I am normal, at least I wish I was.  I have been surrounded by bad luck since the day I had entered this accursed world.  My mother, on the other hand, has had bouts of good luck winding their way into her life.  

Constantly forgetting me she charged into the world every night.  The only bad thing that had occurred to her, was the appearance of my father in her life.  He cursed me with her, and he also had bad luck always by his back door.

I have no siblings.  I live with my mother and grandfather on my mother’s side.  I do not remember meeting any of my father’s relatives.  I do remember meeting my father once.  It was on the day I ended middle school.  There was a small get-together when he came to pick me up.  We didn’t talk much.  He told me some things about himself.  That was it.

My name is Xelci Mokmil, a fourteen year old depressed teenage female.  I live with my mother and grandfather in a large home in Phoenix, Arizona.  My mother is not a mother and my grandfather does not pay me a bit of attention.  

School is a drag.  The most highlighting thing of my entire life is when I go to Indiana with my father.  That turned out to be a bust as well.  

I don’t know how or why, but me and my father were suddenly pulled from the road.  The details still swarm around in my head.  I wander the back alleys because I don’t know where I am to return to.

I don’t know the state of my father, but I hope he is safe.  Or that he will rot in hell.  I’m hungry and thirsty.  My arms and legs ache.  The lash marks and cuts still bleed.  I feel pain through every piece of skin on my body.  My insides constantly churn.  I don’t know when or how it will end, but I know it won’t end soon.

Earth Overcome: Part 5, Agon

  When she said 0800, I think Sara meant eight hours 'cause that's when we left to get the ninja.  We were on some kind of fighter jet, but I don't really know what it was because it was huge.  Big enough to fit ten people with space to spare.  Sara, I mean Scar, was flying and Gallatian still was talking.  that meant it was just me and...

  "August!  We can not waste time with these fools."  Long was ranting in my head again, and it kind of hurt.  I swear if I could get him out I would jump at it.

  I tried to speak calmly and slowly, "Listen, Long.  We're doing something equally important here.  It's not everyday you get to save the world."


  He didn't shut up, "Saving the world?  you three are delusional fools with visions of grandeur!"

  "Just shut up." I muttered.  I was starting to get looks from the others.  Well, Sara anyway.  they probably thought I was nuts.

  "We can save the world." I said quitter. "We have powers and resources that other people dream of."

  "We just met them.  you have no teamwork, no training, and no previous experiences.  You'll be lucky if you don't kill each other."

  "Well, we can sure as hell try."  Usually I'd snap back with some witty retort, but not now.  Long was saying everything I had been thinking.  Did he have access to my thoughts?  He is in my head.  I'd have to ask him.  Though if what he was saying was true ( and it kind of was) how were we supposed to save the world?

  Video Log: Scar

  I'm not sure I'm liking Agon's attitude.  Maybe having a guy who a smart-ass and a cynic wasn't such a good idea.

 (End Log)

  "You done talking to yourself, Agon?" asked Scar.

 "Yup." I told her. "It has all the fun of talking to other people, yet less sociable."

  "Cute." she remarked.

  "You do have a plan to rescue this woman, right?  A plan would be really beneficial." I half asked half told.

  Gallatian just stood there with his creepy silence.  I don't think he had any helpful to contribute.

  "I actually don't have a plan." she said just a little too briskly. "Do you have any suggestions you'd like to make?"

Scar had all eyes on me.  All four of them.  I knew that even Gallatian was staring.  Planning is hard.  Especially when there's pressure.  Then something clicked inside of me and I said, "Does this thing have heat sensors?"

  "It does." she nodded.

  "Good.  We'll need those to find out where she is."

  "Fine.  Then what?"

  "Like you said we have a Dragon, a Cosmic Being, and a Butt-Kicker.  I say we pull a smash and grab." 

  "How?  There is a telepathic in the building."

  Then something weird happened, Gallatian spoke. "What Agon is implying is that we have a distraction."

  "Thank you." I said. "Me and Gallatian will distract them, while you rescue the ninja."

  Scar nodded, "Glad we have that sorted out.  We'll go down there once night hits."  then she walked back to the cabin.

  I could see why Sar- Scar looked so stressed all the time.  Leading was hard.

  "You handled that well." said Long.

  "Yeah I guess.  Why would Sara do that?"

  "I wonder why?"

  I thought about it, "She set me up didn't she?"

  "Yes."

  "HA!  Little does she know that after you get scales nothing can ever embarrass you!  Plus the only person here was Gallatian.  We all know that he won't talk about it."

 

 

Earth Overcome: Part 4, Sara Raft

  I walked quickly but briskly down the hallway.  I was needed for a meeting.  A meeting with my team.  It had been three months since Wade Howlett's last attack, and now he was trying again.  This time it was more.  More help, more plan, and a bigger desire to carry his plan out.  That just made my desire to stop him bigger.  I had spent three months putting together my team, and now I was about to talk to them.  To tell them the problem, I was about to them just why I needed their help.  Funny, what three months can do.  I wasn't scared anymore, I was determined.

  I pushed through the giant doors and into the small conference room.  I'm not at liberty to say what our location is, technically this is a government operation. 

  "Gentlemen..." I started, trying to sound professional. "Welcome to the team.  I assume you've already met each other?"

  Gallatian was standing in a corner and not saying anything, and Agon was slumped in his chair.  That seemed about right.

  "Cut to the chase, Sara." said August. "It's really just us, and Space Face here doesn't talk.  Like, at all."

  "Fine." I grumbled. "As you both know there is a crisis that threatens this world and I need you to..."

  "If you would stop being ominous  we would help."

  "Please shut up and stop interrupting August."

   "Fine." he grumbled.

  "Now the problem is a supervillian named..."

  "She said supervillian!"

  "August!  If you don't shut up I will tear those wings off your back and feed them to you."

  "Shutting up now." he said quickly.

  "Good.  Now, a supervillian named Wade Howlett, has a viable plan to control all the animals on Earth and make them attack the American government."  August sat up and Jeph kept staring.  I had their attention now.

  "He can do that?" asked August.

  "Using a form of telepathy, yes."

  "So like mind control."

  "That is what I implied, isn't it?"

  "Query:" said Jeph. "Couldn't humans be considered animals?"

  "So you can talk." remarked August.

  "Let me answer him August."

  "And who says query?"

  "Shut up!" I yelled. Then I turned back to Jeph. "Yeah, humans are animals, but we're basically too smart to be controlled."

  He nodded like it made sense.

  "So he's powerful, right?  Cause there are a lot of animals on Earth." asked August.

  "Powerful he would be." I nodded.

  August looked around nervously like he thought Howlett was in the room with him.  "What do we do first?" he asked.

  "Well there's one more member of our team we need to rescue.  I had sent her to spy on Howlett but he found out about her.  I haven't heard from her in two months."

  "So we rescue her?" asked August.

  "Yes, her name is Yukino Pichelli."

  "What can she do?"

  "She's a painter." He snorted. "Who has multiple personalities." He laughed. "With the other personality being a ninja."

  He stopped and looked at me.  Then he said, "You plan to save the world with a teenager, an astronaut, a painter, and a CEO?"

  "No.  My plan is to save the world with a Dragon, A higher Cosmic Power, a Ninja, and a Butt-Kicker."

  "When you put it like that..."

  "Glad you agree.  Mission start in 0800 hours, but you need codenames for the operation."

  "Wow codenames?  What are we? Two?"

  "Just pick one."

  He shrugged, "Agon."

  "Gallatian." said Jeph from his corner.

  "Yukino is Sheath."

  "And yours?" asked Agon.

  "Scar.  I'll see you two at the mission launch."  Then I left.

  Video Log: Agon

  Sara, I mean Scar (I wonder why she calls herself that) wants us to do these video logs as part of mission reports.  I'm too lazy to write so these video logs work just fine.  She asked for our thoughts on the other members.  They seem okay, but Gallatian creeps me out and Scar is way serious.  People aren't that uptight without a reason  I wonder what's hers?

  Video Log: Gallatian

  -Error-  Codename: Gallatian has not recorded any logs.

  Video Log: Scar

  My thoughts on this team?  lord help us all?  I only really considered power hitters and not personalities.  I'm not naming names but one of us in particular was annoying.  I guess maybe a mission will whip them into line.



 

The Bullet

Introduction:

  School's back (boo!), but I'm homeschooled (yeah!), so that means that I get awesome assignments like this.  So when we decided to study Benjamin Franklin we found out that he taught himself to write by taking poems and turning them into short stories and then taking short stories and turning them into poems.  Then he wrote a "Autobiography" but that's a different story.  So that was my assignment.  Turn a poem into a story.  So here's a link to the poem "Richard Cory": http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/174248
And here's the story, so you can compare.

  The Story:

 

In hindsight I should have seen it coming.  In hindsight it should’ve been obvious.  Though I never really paid attention.  I never really cared in the first place.  I was jealous of him.  Just like everyone else.  My name is Steven Cory.

All my life I’ve been jealous of my older brother, Richard.  It seemed Richard got everything.  He was handsome, tall, and he had the undying love of our parents.  I didn’t have any of that.  I didn’t have anything.  As we grew Richard continued to receive love from our parents.  I was ignored.  Then our parent died.  Of old age.  Thank God they weren’t murdered.  Richard inherited the entire company and the house from them.  I didn’t get a cent.  I had to live in the village streets, while Richard got to live in the house on the hill.

I was mad.  Mad is an understatement.  I was furious!  Furious at my parents, furious at the world, but most importantly furious at him.  Richard.  At any one point, did he ever think of me?  No!  He didn’t!  Did he ever say, “Times are tough, why don’t you live with me Steven?”  The least he could’ve done was give me a job at his big, beautiful company.  But he never did that, did he?

I wasn’t alone though.  Almost everyone in town hated him.  They hated the way he lived in his house on the hill.  Lording above them.  They hated his money, and they hated the way he sauntered into town and causally said “Good Morning.”  Everyone wished they had his education, his luck, his money.  But they couldn’t.  So everyone ignored him.  If they couldn’t be him, they would pretend he didn’t exist.  Richard didn’t have a wife, he didn’t have any friends, but he didn’t care.  He was rich.

In hindsight we were wrong.  We were wrong in hating him.  We were wrong in shaming him, but it’s not our fault.  How could we have known what was going to happen.  How could we have known what he was going through, what he was about to do?  I didn’t know.  One summer night, we were drinking in the local tavern.  Then we heard a BANG!!!  A shot rang out from the top of the hill.  We ran there.  For once in our lives caring about what had happened to Richard, but it was too late.  We found him in a pool of blood in his library.

               

Earth Overcome, Part 3: Sheath

  Yeah, so... where to start?  It had been two months since the whole Sheath fiasco and a lot had changed.  For one I was now a spy.  For another I lost my job, and to top it all off I had to share a mind.  Though I may be getting ahead of myself, how about we go back?  You see, about two months ago Sara Raft came to me and told me about some terrible problem that threatened to destroy Earth.  then she told me where Wade Howlett was hiding.  She wouldn't tell me her source, but she did send me into their base so I could spy on them.

  I haven't painted in a month, but what was worse was that I got no sleep.  You see me and Sara figured out that Sheath was triggered by me closing me eyes.  which meant if I wanted to control her I had to keep my eyes open. I can't sleep.  I can't.  If I do Sheath will kill everyone.  My name is Yukino Pichelli and I need... sommmme sleep.

  Looking back, I was bound to screw up.  The human body needs sleep.  I remember being dragged into Wade Howletts office (which was really a curtained off corner, but that's not important).  Wade was a tall, scraggly, thirty something year old man  Who hadn't shaved in quite awhile so he had hair everywhere.  Just wild hair growing every which way.  He smelled like old cheese, which I was told that was all he ate, but what I immediately noticed about him was: despite all his hair his ears still managed to stick out.

  "How long did you expect me not to know?" he asked me in his curtain office.  At first he seemed so calm, so serious.  Then he threw his head back and cackled like a hyena! "I'm a freakin' mind reader girly!  You can't hide anything from me!"

  I didn't say anything to him.  Though it wasn't much help.  He really is a mind reader.

  "You've been here for two months.  Sara trained you to clear your mind, and you can't sleep or the ninja in your head will kill everyone correct?"

  I didn't say a thing.

  "I am correct." he said triumphantly. "You know my dear, you really are an interesting person.  Seeing as how you have two minds to read."

  Then he stopped, and looked at the guards, "Do we have a dungeon?"

  "No sir?"

  "Do we have a basement?"

  "Yes?"  The guards seemed just as confused as I was.

  "Then throw her in there."  Both guards nodded and stood me up.  Then they started to walk me downstairs.  I didn't struggle.  I didn't even try.  Sara had taught me so many different things and one of those was how to pick my battles.  Even Sheath couldn't take on a full warehouse of thugs.  They did throw me into the basement and I do mean threw.  It took all my willpower to keep my eyese opened as I tumbled down the stairs. 

  "GAHH!!!" I screamed.  When I landed flat on my back.  I lay there for awhile and wondered what I was doing with my life.  Then I sat up and looked around me.  I've been down here since.

Charlotte new book

Prologe:

I wish I was normal, but unfortunately, I'm not.  Honestly, no one in this world is considered normal anymore.  It's the end of the 22nd century, year 2197, WWIII has essentially ended.  The last battles for our side are still being fought.  I am one of those soldiers who are fighting the last battles.  I am from the last country yet to be taken over from the Yorkine Union, Maykodonion.  It is a dominating power aimed at uniting the world, in bloodshed.

When I was young I was a victim of the first raiding party of the Union.  I died, but I was given a second chance.  I amputated my left arm as I rose from the grave.  I was only alive again when I joined the force against the Union, so I will die again when they win.

I am information officer Myck Kae, I was kept underground and tortured after I faced the real side of the Union's coin.

Every Night

Introduction:

*Sigh*  I both love and hate this story.  I love it because I consider it to be my best but I hate it because of why I wrote it.  Let's start from the beginning (a very good place to start).  About a couple months back I heard about the Scholastic Art and Writing Awards.  I decided to enter this story.  I think it's pretty good, and I spent a lot of time editing it, but the judges didn't think it was so great.  In other words I lost.  Still, I'm not holding any grudges and I do think it'd be fun for you guys to read.  So here it is.  Pull up a seat, get some popcorn and enjoy: "Every Night".

The Story

 

Every night, it happens.  Every night, I lie in bed and wonder if she’ll come home.  Every night, I hope she returns safely.  Every night, I wonder how long this can go on.  Every night, I cry myself to sleep.  Every night.

 

My wife, there’s no real way to say this without sounding like I’m bragging.  My wife is superhero. “Techno Girl”; maybe you’ve heard of her?  Of course you’ve heard of her. It’s impossible not to hear of her. It seems I can’t take a step without seeing her on a newspaper, a TV screen, or even on the internet.  I didn’t marry her knowing this, since we’ve only been married two years, but I found out about what she was soon enough.

 

She has this… gift: the ability to make technology fight for her.  I think this is what qualifies her to dress up and rush off to fight crime.  Her career choice leaves me at home alone.  I should probably thank her or even be proud of her.  Without her I’d be enslaved to some evil overlord.  That doesn’t keep me from worrying though, and I always do. 

 

When she finally does come home (and so far she always has), she’s always covered in bruises, and sometimes there are burns.  I always pretend to be asleep when she comes home wounded.   If I tried to say anything, my problems wouldn’t go away.  It would just make matters worse.  Sky, which is her real name, is stubborn like that. Though what other kind of person would do what she does?  She claims that she helps people, and I have no doubt that she does, but it always seems like I’m the third wheel.

 

            The problem is that… I want to help her.  I just feel this need to help and protect which is what husbands should do. She may protect the city, but who protects her?  That role should fall to me, but have you seen the people she fights?  How am I supposed to protect her from the guy with lasers coming out his eyes?  How can I protect her when she has the power to protect herself? 

 

            Sometimes I feel like a useless bag. It holds everything in it and then is tossed to the side.  Then other times I feel like a luxury, something only for when she has extra time (which isn’t often, At least she’s not one of those heroes that have big, bright signals in the sky.  I’d never see her again).  There are other times when I feel like I’m being unreasonable and needy, like a child.  Then sometimes I feel like I should have left long ago, but there’s a problem with that:  I love her.  I love every single part of her, and I just can’t leave her.

 

            There was one time I almost showed myself the door.  The one time I didn’t pretend or lie.  I didn’t know when she was going to be home that night, so I was in the living room, trying to calm my nerves by watching TV.  It was some reality show about people who worked in a hospital.   Right in the middle of it, she crawled in through the window.  I could barely recognize her!  Her hair was frayed and singed.  Every time she moved there was a crunching sound, and her skin was charred black, like she had fallen into a barbeque pit.  The smell was horrid.  She smelled like smoke and ozone.  Though despite all that, she was smiling, and I knew she was smiling because of what she had just done.

 

“Hey sweetie.” she croaked.  “Mind if I join you?”

 

“Oh my god!  What happened?!”

 

            “Oh, just a little run in with Bolt.”  She sounded like one of the patients on the hospital show.

 

            She tried to get up and walk but instead fell down on the floor.  As I looked at her trying to get up once more, I realized how much it hurt me to see her like this.  Whenever she came home hurt, I always hurt too. 

 

“Who’s Bolt again?”  I never kept up with the people she fought; I think I’d worry more if I did.

 

            She coughed and managed to croak, “The lightning guy.”

 

            “You were hit with lightning?” I screamed.

 

            “Only five times.” This time she smiled.

 

            “Oh my god,” I whispered.  I covered my eyes for a moment, and then I really looked at her.  I looked at her lying on the floor.  Her costume was torn, her pale skin was burned to a crisp, and it smelled like fire.  In spite of all the damage, she was still smiling.  I sat down on the floor beside her, and gently lifted her head into my lap.  “Who’d you save this time?” I asked.

 

            She grinned even bigger.  “Bolt was robbing a bank, he even had a hostage, I put an end to that.”    

 

            “How’d you beat him?”

 

            “The bank,” she struggled for breath. “Was giving out,” she coughed and choked a bit trying not to laugh.  “Toasters,” she grinned again.  “Ever had your hand toasted?”  Then she coughed, and I looked down at her and decided I couldn’t do it anymore.

 

            “I can’t handle this.”

 

            “Handle what?  Handle me?” She started to ask.

 

            “Stop!  Just listen; I just want you to listen for once!  I-I can’t handle you coming home hurt every night.  I don’t like to see you like this!”  I gestured at her wounded body.  The TV was still going, but no one seemed to care.

 

            “Troy…”She whispered, but she never finished.

 

            “I love you” I said.  “But I can’t stand to see you hurt!”  She was quiet; for once I had actually stopped her. 

 

            I was still thinking about walking out, but then I looked around our apartment.  We were sitting in the tiny living room where the couch took up half the space.  Just a step away was our kitchen with a table squeezed into the corner.  Down the five foot long hallway was our bed and bathroom.  We didn’t really have a lot; she wouldn’t have a lot if I left.  All we really had was each other.  How much would leaving change?  She would still be a superhero, just a depressed one.  She wouldn’t smile as often, and I really do love her smile.

 

            “Troy,” she tried again.  “I do these things to help people.  You know why I can’t just quit.”

 

            “I know!” I cried.  “I know,” I said quieter.

 

            I did know what she was talking about.  Sky hadn’t always been a hero.  When she had first started out, she was a villain.  Not an insane one, but she still hadn’t been acting like a good person.  All she really did was rob banks, and she never hurt anyone.  She just threatened, or that’s what she told me.  She says no one was ever hurt, except for one person.  One person was all it took.  One day, Sky went too far.  She didn’t know the extent of her powers, and she accidently killed someone.  It was terrible.  I think that was her wake up call.  She got a new costume along with a new name and set out to try to make up for it.  She was never punished because no one ever made the connection between retired villain Technora and brand new superhero Techno-girl.  I think Sky is still beating herself up over it though.  She didn’t tell me until our second year together.  No matter how many lives she saves, her sins as Technora still loom over her. 

 

            “Sky, I just… I just wish I could be there for you more.”  I said.

 

            She smiled at me and said, “Troy you are there for me, every day and every night.  You give me a reason to come home.” We were both quiet again.  “You know, when I’m in those fights, I always think of you.”  She paused and smiled, “That’s what gives me the strength to win every time.”

 

            Now it was my turn to smile. She really did need me.  So I reached over, turned off the TV and said, “We might want to get some sleep.  It helps to heal the broken body.”

 

            “Yeah, yeah, Thank God It’s Friday, I wouldn’t want to go into work looking like a piece of wood out of a campfire.” She laughed and I laughed, we laughed for a long time. We when we stopped I got up to go to bed, but she pulled on my arm and whispered: “Stay.”  So in the end we fell asleep on the living room floor.  We did argue after that we argued a lot, it’s hard not to, but from then on we understood each other just a bit better.  And I never thought about leaving again.

Earth Overcome, Part 2, Gallatian

  Have you ever wondered what it'd be like to attend your own funeral?  Well I can tell you first hand.  It sucks.  You can see everyone, your family, your friends, anyone who ever cared about you, and you can't tell them that you are alive.  I really couldn't tell them, I can't speak.  My name is Jeph Wolfman, I'm also Gallatian. Everyday I hear everything.  Literally everything.  I know everything, but only as it happens.  I can't see into the future, I can only hear the present.  You'd be surprised at how much of it is bad.  You'd be even more amazed at what I do with this ability, I ignore it.  I ignore so I can wallow in self-pity at my funeral.  I have the power to right every wrong in the world, and I do nothing.

  So I stood far away, under a tree, and I watched my family.  I watched and heard as my brother, Michael, got up to speak,  "Jeph... um... Jeph was brave.  The bravest person I had ever known.  He pushed the boundaries, beat the odds, and achieved his dream of going into space.  It's... terrible that he was taken away from us, but he will be remembered.  Thank You."

  It hurt.  I wanted to tell them that I was here, that I was alive, but I couldn't.  I'd ruin their lives.  So I kept watching as my mother took the stand, "Jeph was  not only brave, he was kind.  the second he heard that something was wrong, he'd do anything in his power to help.  He always helped, no matter what.  Thank-You." 

  A piece of me fell apart after that.  Had I changed that much?  Had I just become greedy and self centered?  I continued to stand there and watch.  When I had got back to Earth, I had expected to welcomed with open arms.  After seeing the funeral the reality was setting in.  Not only was I covered in stars, but I had come back from the dead.  It would be selfish of me to come back into their lives now.

  Then I heard a voice behind me, "So what's the universe really like?  I mean, you'd know."

  I whipped around, ready to blast whoever was there.   But it was... Sara Raft?  There was an awkward silence, for some reason the suit wouldn't let me speak. 

  "You don't talk huh?" she asked.  "Why don't I skip right to it?  There's a matter of national security and we need... superheroes.  A team of superheroes to be exact, and you'd be perfect."

  A matter of national security?  She said I was needed?  The Creators had told me about a disaster on Earth.  Was this it?

  "I'll help." I thought. "I will assist you." I said.

  "Good." she nodded, "You should come with me."  Then she left, and I followed her.  Though I did look one last time at my family.  I was leaving that life behind.

Earth Overcome, Part 1: Agon

  "Why the name?"

  "What name?" I asked.

  "Agon."

  "That?"

  "Yes."

  "It's the greek word for anger."

  "Your powers come from China."

  "I'm a superhero." I said. "I think I have the right to name myself."

  "Stop being a smart-@#$."

  "It's better than being a dumb one." I retorted.

  "This is what I mean."

  "Let it go." I said. 

  Yeah, that's the kind of conversation I have everyday.  Don't worry I'm not talking to myself, I talk to Long my... friend.  Well that's note entirely true.  Long is a little old Chinese man, who just happens to live in my head.  I'm not kidding, though I probably am crazy.  Though I'm not lying about the super powers, those are real.  I can breathe fire, I have wings, and a tail.  That also comes with strength and durability, which seem to be the stock superpowers.  I also have a Chinese man in my head, and that's one of my better assets. 

  My name is August Summers, and I'm... half-dragon and half-human.  I'm still not kidding.  I look like a Dragon on two legs.  Being a superhero (if I can even call myself that) is way different from the movies.  Iron Man never accidently killed someone, and J.A.R.V.I.S. is way cooler than Long (the guy in my head).  It had been two months since San Francisco where I fought Dark Sage, and I was poor.  Here's a shocker, no one wants to hire a half-dragon guy.  Trust me I tried.  Most people scream when they see me.  If they have a weapon they try to kill me.  I'm not exactly well loved.  So instead I live on roofs where nobody could find me.  that's where I was when my life changed for the millionth time.

  The whole reason I'm this ugly is because Long chose me to find the lost Dragon civilization.  I had no leads on where to look, besides that they were underground.  I had no family (except for my sister but she didn't want to see me) and I had no friends.  That's when the change came.  I guess somebody had heard my brooding because I was on my roof, when I heard someone behind me.  I sat there, and pretended to be oblivious.  Then I whipped around and slashed with my claws!  Whoever it was managed to roll out of the way.  I swiped again but she stepped back.

  "You always this friendly?" she asked.  I swiped again, but she just sidestepped.  "Don't you even want to know who I am?"

  "No." I grunted. "I want you to leave!"

  "My name is Sara Raft." 

  "You must be deaf." I said. "I said for you to leave!" I yelled bringing my claws over my head and down on her!  Again she just simply stepped out of the way.

  "We need you... August."

  That hit hard, "H-how do you know my name?"

  "I know a lot about you." said Raft.

  "Probably more than you want to know."

  "Don't be a smart-@#$!"

  "People keep telling me that, I haven't stopped yet."

  She sighed, "The point is there's a threat to national security.  Something that we've never seen before, something that we need heroes for.  Heroes like you."  She pointed at me like I had no idea who "you" was.

"I don't know..." I said. "Maybe I just want to fight you some more."

 "You can try." she said.

 "Let me check with Long."

 "Who?"

 "The Chinese man in my head."

 "Okay?"

  I could almost see her locking me in some asylum so I really didn't want to get on her bad side.

  "Long, what do you think?" I thought.

  "I think you should kill her and keep looking for the dragons."

  I sighed, "Good talk, Long."  Them I switched from thinking to talking, "Miss Fury..."

  "It's Raft."

  "Miss Raft I'm in."

  She put out her hand and I shook it, "Two down, one to go." she said.

  "What?" I asked.

  "You'll see." she smiled.

War Of Dragons, Epilogue

  We had won the war.  it had it's prices.  We had lost our home, some of our friends, but we had emerged victorious.  Now we are rebuilding.  Everything was changing around us, the Dragons had confronted the humans and won.  That meant the council had been wrong.  Tw'One was the first to confront the council.

  "Where were you during the battle?" she had asked them.  There was a crowd there, it seemed there was always a crowd.

  The council tried to defend themselves, "We were..." but it was a lost cause.

  "Enough." demanded Tw'One. "You were hiding, there's no point in denying it."  Tw'One was really working the crowd, but then she topped it off, and secured her position.  She turned to the crowd, "Is this who you want leading you?  Cowards and liars?  join me for a better tomorrow!"

  the crowd went insane!  A this point they I think they were just sick of the council.  I think they would have made anyone their new leader, even Tw'One.

  Though what was most interesting about the war is what they're calling it. It wasn't The Great War, or The Dragon War.  We call "The War Of One Battle" because that was all it took to win it.  So yeah, we won with one fight, and you want to know something funny?  no one has attacked us since.  I think Darsk would be proud.

War Of Dragons, Part 16

  We had won!  Victory was ours!  However you put it we had won!  What was more surprising was that my had worked! 

  "Head back to the city!" I yelled.  It was to fly back.  We needed to heal up and celebrate.  I climbed on Grarr, who looked just as surprised as me, and we took off.

  "That was terrible." he said.

  "But we won." I told him. "It was necessary."

  "I know." he sighed. "It still felt terrible."

  "At least we saved our home." I added.  Then I immediately wished I hadn't spoken so soon. 

  "No..." whispered Grarr. "Not that." 

  I had been wrong.  We hadn't defended our home.  It was up in flames.  Almost like a machine we started to fly.  Not just me and Grarr but everyone around us.  I could feel the wind from the others wing grow faster and harder. Our home was burning. 

  "How did this happen?" One near me asked.

  "Were there any survivors?" asked another. 

  As we landed on the edge of the city it came to me, "Darsk." I said out loud. "Darsk had said that the catacombs connected from here to somewhere in the human world.  They must have found the entrance on their side."

  A Dragon near me nodded, "That's why they took so long to mount an attack.  They were exploring the tunnels, but how did they get through the seal?"

  "Darsk took it off." I whispered. Everyone stared at me, "The Council had told him to show me the catacombs, so he took off the seal."

  Some Dragons near shuffled on their feet, "What now?" asked Grarr.

  Everyone was staring at me, they were depending on me. "Grarr." I said. "You're coming with me.  They must have a base nearby.  We're going there.  Everyone else look for survivors."

  They all nodded somberly, and I climbed on Grarr.  Then he kicked off the ground and we were flying towards the entrance.

  "You okay?" I asked.

  "Y-no!  I just saw my home burning down!"

  "I'm sorry." I didn't know what else to say.

  "It's not your fault. I just want to kill whoever did this."  Now I really didn't know what to say.  So instead we fell out the entrance.  It wasn't hard to find their temporary base, it was close.  So I motioned for Grarr to land there.

  "What are you going to do?" he asked.

  "I'm going to hold their general at gunpoint."  We landed on the edge of the camp and I told Grarr to stay there.  There was a gate, but Grarr tore through it with his claws. 

  "Thanks." I said.

 "No problem, just go get them." 

  I walked in there with mixed feelings.  Part of me didn't wan to, but the other of me felt like I had to.  It was weird.  In the end need won out and I walked through the base.  There wasn't anyone there, I guess they were all in their tents.  Celebrating what they had done.  It made me hate them even. more.  I kept walking and walked straight into the tent marked "General" it was nice that they had made it so easy.  When I went in I found the General talking to... Sophie Owlen.

  "What? Who are you?" demanded the General. 

  "Abigail? What are you doing here?"

  They stared at me like the answer was coming to them directly.

  "I'm here to do this." I said pointing my gun at the General.

  "WHAT?!" he yelled. "What do you want?"

  "I want you to call off your army."

  "Never."

  "Call them off, or I will shoot you!"  I aimed my gun at his head, but I knew they could see me shaking. "I will!"

  There was a loud CLICK-CLACK sound and I turned my head.  Sophie was pointing her gun at me.

  "Put it down." she threatened.

  "You wouldn't" I pointed mine at her.

  "I will."

  "You're just as brave as me." It was true.  Her hand was shaking too.  We stood there, guns pointing at each other.  It was almost like we were daring each other, trying to see who'd shoot first.  Then BLAMM!!!  I had fired and Sophie fell to the floor.  No screaming, no noises.  Just a soft thump, when she hit the ground.

  "You're almost as brave as me." I taunted. "Now for you." I swung my gun back to the General. "How about you call of the war?"

  "If you kill me, the war won't stop." He shook.

  "Yeah, but you remember that army you sent to distract us while you burned our home down?" He nodded. "Everyone one of those lives you used as a distraction is dead.  The Dragons killed them all."  His eyes went wide, and I made the final threat. "If you don't call of the war.  I will rain a hellstorm of Dragons on you and your cities.  Are we clear?"

  He nodded and opened his phone, "Mr. President?" he asked. "I think we need to call off the troops."  He knew I was making idle threats. he'd seen what I was capable of. I smiled and left him to talk it out.  Then I walked out the tent, and back to Grarr.

  "Did you do it?" he asked as I climbed on him.

  "Yeah." I smiled as we flew back to Dragon City.  We hadn't just won the battle, I had won the war.

War Of Dragons, Part 15

I had one question when we reached the entrance, "Where the hell is Tw'One?"

One of the dragons closest to me answered, "I don't know, she wasn't in the groups you made."

"Why wasn't she..."

"Ma'am I don't think we can worry about that now, look!"  He pointed with a claw.  I looked past his claw and I saw jets and parachutes all streaming in through the hole.  They were coming into our city, our home.  We couldn't let that happen.  But they were so coordinated!  All those jets and soldiers and none of them were crashing into each other.  What did we have? A thrown together army and a plan made the same way.  But we couldn't let them take our home.  Besides, we were an army of Dragons.

  "Grarr!" I yelled! "Get us as close to the ground as you can and lay down some fire!"  I felt the wind rush past my cheeks as Grarr went into a dive.  I felt the heat coming from Grarr's mouth but I tired not to focus on that.  Instead I took aim at the nearest foot-soldier and BLAMM!!! fired!  Then I aimed again and BLAMM!!! squeezed the trigger!  I was using the shotgun so it took all my power not to fall off but I managed to stay on! 

  "Grarr we need to go back up."

  "Alright, alright!"  Wind pushed against us as we climbed higher into the air.  From up there I could see everything.  It was horrible red blood covered the ground and I could here screams from up there.  It was wrong but we had to defend ourselves!  But that didn't make me feel any better.

  Then I had to stop staring because out of the corner of my eye I saw a fighter coming straight for us!

  "What do we do, Abi?" asked Grarr.

  "Hard right!" I yelled.  I got jerked to the right as Grarr made a sharp turn.  GRATTA!!! GRATTA!!!

  "Abi, they have guns!"

  "I know!"  I yelled. "Loop and see if you can get behind them!" The planes were directly behind us, so when Grarr went up and around we were behind at least two planes! 

  "Fireball!" I yelled.   The heat surged from his mouth and the two planes erupted into flames!

  "Scratch two." I muttered.  We were both feeling pretty proud of ourselves for getting those two but then another came up and gave chase!

  "Try the loop again!"  Grarr did what I said but this time the pilot slowed and waited for us to finish.  When we did we weren't behind him! "Crap." I muttered. "Grarr, go into a dive!"  He did that and we started to fall.  Faster and faster the wind was even cutting through my cheek.  The plane followed us.

  "Uh... Abi? Ground coming up fast!"

  "Yeah, I know.  Just wait."  The ground was coming up and we were steadily gaining speed!  At the rate we were going we'd crash pretty soon!

  "Wait..." I told him and the ground got closer.

  "Wait..." even closer/

  "Now!  Pull up!"  The wind pushed against us yet again but we were quick enough to escape the planes explosion!  We were rising fast... too fast!  I couldn't keep hold.

  "Grarr!" I yelled, but it was too late.  I hit the ground hard, but there was no crunch.  That meant it wasn't broken, right.  I sat up and tried to move but I found a gun barrel in my face.

  "Don't move!" said a voice higher than me.

  "Right." I mocked. Then I grabbed his arm and used it to pull myself up!  Then I stepped on his foot, and then elbowed him in the face!  He fell to the ground and I whipped out my pistol.

  "Don't move." I said and I pulled the trigger.  BLAMM!!!  I tried not to look to much, so I turned around and looked around me.  The remaining soldiers were retreating, any planes there had been were gone.  Only my dragons, my soldiers, were still standing.  We had won.