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The Arks: Over Heaven
Chapter 8: Little Star
Original Post Date: Jan 17, 2024
Note: Story starts in Wyvern, Aerial ABC backwards filter and has a Prologue. Last chapter in Snow Owl, next chapter in Scout.
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“TAKE THIS!” Aurora screamed as she slammed her spear into the dodo.
Thwack.
“What the?!”
Samuel’s eyes were wide open, and his hand was gripping the spear’s shaft so tightly that his veins were bulging. A bead of sweat dripped down from Samuel’s forehead into the moist grass.
“What are you doing?” Samuel asked, “You and Neddy’s screaming woke me up, you don’t think I was actually asleep do you?”
Aurora snarled like a wolf and tried to overpower his strength and kill the dodo anyway, but she couldn’t.
“Just let me kill it!” Aurora screamed, “WE NEED FOOD!”
“Aurora, please!” Ruby cried out, “Stop screaming! I- Neddy and I have meat! I killed a, a pegomastock, or something, when we were searching for firewood!”
“I don’t care! I want that pest dead!”
A bright, orange-red light suddenly burst from the dodo and everyone gasped. The dodo bird squawked at Aurora angrily, and Samuel began to chuckle.
“I think she’s scoldin’ ya, Aurora,” Samuel chuckled.
“Is NOBODY going to mention the glow coming from her chest?!” Ruby exclaimed.
“AHHHHH! NO TIME TO QUESTION ANYTHING!” Neddy screamed. He began to run up to the three in a panic, and Samuel raised his eyebrow in surprise.
“Wow Neddy, you got yourself some clothes, finally,” Samuel smirked.
“Shut up Samuel… There’s dinosaurs in the bushes, and they have glowing orange eyes!” Neddy said as he gasped for air.
“Do you know what they are? Aren’t you like a dinosaur geek or something?!” Samuel said, a look of worry plastered on his face.
“I don’t FREAKIN’ know! But it’s watching us right now!” Neddy shouted back.
Samuel snatched Aurora’s spear away and got up from the ground.
“Why the hell didn’t you tell us earlier?! We gotta bounce right now-” Ruby was cut off when the growls of the orange-eyed beasts made their way to the graduates’ ears. There was a blur in the air, and a gray, hairy, ugly creature pounced on Neddy’s back. Neddy let out a shrill scream, and he collapsed to the ground. The orange-eyed beast dug its teeth into his neck, and before it could tear off his flesh, Samuel swung his spear and hit the creature, making it fly away into the grass. Samuel threw the spear and it ended up hitting it right in the heart, causing blood to pour out into the grass. Samuel noticed giant, arm-sized ants pour out from the forest and drag the body away.
“Okay we need to run!” Neddy said as he got up and brushed the dirt off his arms. Samuel’s eyes pierced the forestline, and soon he could see more orange eyes manifest in the darkness.
“I think that creature’s buddies are here,” Samuel pointed out. Aurora grabbed Samuel’s arm and began to run away with him in tow.
“Then stop gawking and let’s get outta here!”
Neddy slowly got up from the ground, but he had a groggy look on his face.
“Guys… I feel a little… Sleepy…” Neddy muttered. Ruby looked at Neddy worryingly.
“Neddy?”
“Oh,” Neddy murmured as he let out a ghastly grin, “Looks like I’m boutta pass out.”
Neddy collapsed to the ground, and his tongue popped out of his mouth and his eyes rolled up to the back of his head.
“Neddy!” Ruby cried as she rushed over to check on him, “Damn it Neddy! What the hell did that thing do to you?!”
Ruby looked at the creatures that had decided to emerge from the bushes. Alone and with no one else to help but a useless dodo bird, the odds definitely weren’t in her favor. Ruby unhooked her bow, mocked her arrow, and aimed at the creatures.
“Damn it, there’s so many of them…” Ruby whispered to herself.
Aurora looked back as they were running away and noticed the situation Neddy had gotten himself into.
“Ruby! Just leave him, he’s not worth dying over!” Aurora screamed out.
Ruby didn’t respond to Aurora’s words, and she let out a muffled scream of inner rage.
“This stupid girl! What is she even fighting for? That bum does nothing but run around butt-naked in his underwear!” Aurora swore under her breath.
“You’re not just gonna leave them, right?” Samuel wondered, “I mean she’s your friend-”
Aurora suddenly began to run, all whilst holding onto Samuel’s arm, and Samuel let out a cry of surprise.
“Hey hold on a minute! Why are you leaving them! WHY ARE YOU LEAVING?! WHAT ABOUT STAR?!”
“Who’s STAR?!” Aurora spat as she dragged Samuel along.
“My dodo bird-”
“Oh for crying out loud your stupid little star is the one who got us in this situation anyway!” Aurora yapped.
“No, YOU are the one who got a little hungry and decided you wanted to eat some bird meat!”
“SHUT UP! You don’t understand what I had to go through at home! The struggles, the smoothies, the salads that I could only eat!” Aurora wept. The moment was silent, and Samuel attempted to speak but Aurora shushed him.
“Shut up, or I’m going to stick my spear into your tongue,” Aurora said.
The two ran down a dirt pathway on the cliffs and ended up on the beaches again. The water from the waves of the ocean splashed onto the two as they ran and ran, and it seemed they were finally safe. There were no creatures except those weird Lystrosaurus in sight, and there were a barren amount of bushes. No place for anything to ambush them.
“Good, we’re finally away from the danger,” Aurora said, as she slowly sat down onto the sand.
But Samuel could only do but look on at the people they’d abandoned, and Star.
“But why was she glowing? It was almost like the implants that the others have… but Star can’t have an implant, right? That makes no sense she’s a creature, not a human like the rest of us,” Samuel pondered. He pried his eyes away from the Star he’d abandoned and to the ocean.
A chuckle came from Aurora, and Samuel felt her hand on his shoulder.
“Guess you’re just like me, Samuel,” Aurora said, “If you really were crazy you’d go running back, but you didn’t.”
“What are you trying to prove?” Samuel asked back, looking at Aurora. Aurora put her left hand out to Samuel.
“Come on, you’re smart and know what needs to be done to survive. Let’s be a REAL team, you and I."
The Riddles of the Phoenixes Series
The Lost world
Chapter twelve: Memories
Kannon had always been mute. But he hadn’t always minded it. He loved his life in the Shadow phoenixes kingdom. Queen Jenny and King Owen were gracious and kind rulers. He was happy. He lived with his parents, Jaden and Mason, and his older sister Amarinda on a farm in a small city in the Shadow Phoenix kingdom. Amarinda was fifteen. Kannon was only twelve when it happened…
“Wakey, wakey, eggs and bacon!” Amarinda called, waking Kannon. Kannon waved a hand, grappling at Amarinda who was bending down over him. He was rewarded with Amarinda grabbing his arm. “Oh get up sleepy.” She growled. Kannon’s eyes popped open. A girl with tanned skin and dark blonde ringlets of hair and grey eyes leaned over him. “Go away.” Kannon signed playfully. Amarinda gave a mock frown. “Get up princess.” Amarinda said.
Kannon slowly did so, stretching. Amarinda bounded downstairs, calling something to their mother. Kannon dressed quickly and walked downstairs. “Good morning darling.” Mother called to him. “Hi mum.” Kannon signed. Mother smiled softly and went back to packing a picnic basket full of breakfast. Kannon and
Amarinda were going to climb up the high hill close to the small city, and have breakfast in the sunrise. It was a tradition every Friday. Sure they could fall from the cliff edge and die…but they’d never thought about that. “Hiya sport.” Father said and ruffled Kannon’s hair.
Kannon ducked away, grinning. He caught Amarinda’s eye, she was busy trying to sneak past their mom and grab a slice of toast. A slapping sound commenced soon after. “Oh, no, no, Amarinda Katelyn Evans!!! Keep your hands away from this food until y’all are ready!” Mother snapped.
“Aww but mom…” Amarinda whined. “Don’t take that tone with me, young lady! Go help Kannon, get the picnic blanket. And that’s final!” Amarinda stalked off to Kannon, grinning from ear to ear. “Why do you have to harass mother?” Kannon signed. Amarinda smiled at her little brother.
“It’s not harassing technically if I do it every time…she always knows it’s coming. Kannon rolled his eyes and Amarinda and him ran to the closet to find the picnic blanket.
“Ahh. It’s so sunny today!” Amarinda exclaimed. She and Kannon plopped down in the grass on the picnic blanket on top of the hill and raised their faces toward the bright brilliant sky. They ate breakfast in silence, watching the sunrise. Brilliant colors pierced the sky. Purple, orange yellow…
“I could stay here all day. Amarinda whispered. A streak of red shot across the sky. “Ooh! Did you see that!” Amarinda exclaimed excitedly. Kannon grinned and nodded. Slowly the sun rose, and with it all the creatures did as well. And so the did the townspeople.
Eventually they started packing to leave. “I have to do the dishes.” Amarinda said. Kannon nodded. “I have to help dad, shovel new shavings for the horses.” He signed. Amarinda wrinkled her nose. “Eww. Glad I’m not doing that.”
They began climbing down the steep cliff. Amarinda began climbing down first, Kannon after her, holding the picnic basket. “You know what we should do tonight? We should come up here for sunset. Wouldn’t that be even cooler than this?” Amarinda asked. Kannon nodded.
“Unfortunately we can’t bc it’ll be dark and we might-aghhh!” Amarinda suddenly lost her grip. The rocks she was holding into broke off and she fell. Kannon opened his mouth to yell but no sound came out.
Luckily on of her hands caught a unsteady edge. Kannon began scrambling down toward her. “I’m coming!” He wanted to say. “Kannon…” Amarinda whispered. Kannon paused. Suddenly she screamed again. The rock she was holding onto was slowly coming loose. She began breathing hysterically. “Kannon.” She whimpered. They locked eyes. “Kannon. Help me. Please.” Tears formed in his eyes.
He couldn’t tell her to hold on, or that he was coming and probably couldn’t help her nonetheless. He was useless. “Kannon…I-“
And then the rock broke. It was in slow motion. Kannon reached out with his hand but she was too far away. Tears dripped down her face as she fell, her hair swirling softly around her face. Her mouth formed into a “O” shape. Her hand was still reaching upward toward him, grappling for a anchor. And then she hit the ground. A loud crack rang through the air, as her back snapped upon impact.
Kannon didn’t remember dropping the basket. He didn’t remember climbing down the cliff or running to his fallen sister. All he remembered was him being there beside her lifeless body. The back of her head was bloody and her eyes were wide open, staring lifelessly at him. He remembered clutching her dead body to his chest, sobbing silently. Time lost all meaning and eventually another villager found him and called his parents.
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Kannon woke with a start. His chest moved up and down with panicked breathing. Useless. He clenched his eyes shut, blocking out all tears and feelings and thoughts. If he didn’t care for anyone else, not even himself, then no else would get hurt. He was too useless to help them anyway.
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“Rowan.” A soft voice called, waking Rowan from her not so deep sleep. Rowan sat up, breathing hard. She looked around. Kannon was rolling back and forth in his sleep. Elayne lay close to her, her arm propped in a uncomfortable angle. Cedric was sleeping soundly, next to Oliver, his boots were off and lying beside his bare feet. His medallion was lying on his chest, as he slept. A snore slipped out of his mouth every once in a while and his dark hair hung over his closed eyelids, a half smile formed on his sleeping face. Oliver was mumbling school stuff in his sleep. “A squared plus b squared equals….”
Cedric grunted in his sleep and rolled to his side.
“Rowan..” A soft voice called. It hadn’t come from Kannon, Cedric, Elayne or Oliver. Rowan couldn’t go back to sleep. It had taken Elayne about three hours to fall asleep. She had complained that the ground wasn’t clean or comfortable. Rowan looked around. There was no one nearby. *SNORE!!!*
Rowan glared at Cedric’s sleeping form. “The triceratops has three horns which is why..” Oliver mumbled. Rowan sighed and quietly stood to her feet. She was supposed to be up right now anyway. The bright stars twinkled brightly above her and the moon was full. Quietly, she crept past the others.
Just as she was about to disappear further into the woods, she heard the voice call once more. “Rowan…”And then she was off. Hopefully she’d be back by the time they woke up…
-SunnyFox57
As the illusion of the genesis wore off HLNA sent you to a strange lost island as you landed a small orange creature spread its wings it went up to you as you look around you see a dead artroplura you feed it chitin it seems to befriend you this could be a good start……….
The island chapter 1
-Fayde
So I'm scouring the map looking for these so called sinomacrops. After hours, I finally find some. I wait for them to come to me for the Chitin, but they don't so after a while I move a bit closer. I accidentally fall off a cliff into a jungle and then get murdered by monkeys with loads of resources on me.
Just tamed my first Sinomacrops and named it Monarch. Where I tamed Monarch (And the best place to tame Sinomacrops in my opinion) was at the very bottom center of the island, in that ravine with a river at the bottom. It’s a gorgeous place to set up a hub, and the Sinomacrops are EVERYWHERE. I just put chitin in my last slot, ran toward him, waited until I saw hearts, stopped, crouched, waited for him to fly to me, and BOOM, I got Monarch. They’ll fly off after you feed them, run after them (Don’t get too close), and wait for them to come to you again. DO NOT MOVE WHEN IT’S FLYING UP TO YOU.
Live Or Die
Chapter 5: Good Things Come To Those Who Wait
Harvey had made me a stone hatchet, similar to a tomahawk. I was using it to bushwhack through the jungle, with Ruby (who I was incredibly concious of) close behind. The others were crowded round the unconcious raptor, watching over it. We were making our way to its nest. The eggs came into veiw, and as she saw them Ruby squealed with excitement, grabbed my arm tightly and bobbed up and down on the spot before rushing over to stare adoringly at the eggs. I should’ve pulled her back incase the father raptor was waiting to ambush us, but I was too stunned by the way she held my arm to do anything. I rushed over and joined her side. We grabbed all 6 Eggs, and raced back to our clearing with our cache in our arms. We saw the others crowded round the mother raptor, who was stood up and well. We placed the eggs evenly around the fire, and the mother raptor checked them all before leaving them to us- which was surprising. Ruby lay on her front and closely watched an egg. I took an interest in the one next to her, and kneeled down to watch it. Dasha found one next to me, then Harvey, then eventually Jude, who had been solutary and isolating for most of the day. There was just one left, and the mother raptor went and lay around it. I watched mine. It slowly cracked, the little splits getting wider and wider… until it broke. I saw the most adorable, tiny raptor from inbetween the cracks and I helped it out. Ruby saw and gave a huge squeal, and an even bigger squeal when hers began to wobble. I looked at my little Raptor, and decided to give him a name.
“Dagger. He’s Dagger.” Ruby looked at it with so much affection I thought it might burst. I scooped it up in my arms, but then had a bit of a realisation.
“AWWWWW!!! LOOK AT IT!!!!” Ruby almost cried. “OH MY GOD! MINE’S HATCHING!!!! AAAAAAAHH!!”
I took my bow and quiver from under Bob, who had been sleeping on the unconcious mother raptor and then my weaponry. Bob decided to follow me and Dagger. We dissapeared into the bush.
“Where’d you think he’s going?”
“No idea… he isn’t… abandoning us, is he?”
“No- that’s not it… There has to be a reason.”
“Yeah…” Bob emerged from the bushes, running and squarking in panic. He bumped into a rock and fell over, and then I emerged, holding 4 dead Dodos by their feet with Dagger darting in and out of my ankles. I set them down and fed a little slice to Dagger.
I guess, good things come to those who wait. The rest of the raptor pack hatched- Ruby called hers Violette, Dasha called hers Sovereignty, Harvey called his Master and Jude called his an odd name we couldn’t pronounce, so we called his ‘Blabs’ as a nickname (you know, blah blah… blabs… yeah..) and they all grew up- but Dagger was the strongest, by far. Oh- the mother raptor, she’s called Madré. Community thing- and we had an interesting discussion, too.
“So… Dagger was born on… wait- what month is it? I know it’s 2022, but what mont-“ I was cut off by Harvey, who just burst out laughing.
“HA- aaaahh… You think we time travelled? 2064 mate, it’s 2064, hehe…” Ruby came in.
“Are you mad? It’s 2022, like he said.”
“Thank you!” I replied, but in came Dasha.
“Erm… hate to break it to you guys, but it’s 2037.”
“2037!?” butted in Jude “It’s 1452, you crazys.”
“Wait… did we… time-travel?”I asked.
“I mean- there were some rumours that it might be possible with element…” added Harvey.
“Element? As in, that meteor?” Enquired Dasha.
“News flash- we caught the asteroid with rockets to lower it to the ocean- where it just floated.”
“What is element?”
“Yeah- what is it?
“What is an az-tur-oid?”
“A big space rock.”
“Space?” I cut in:
“Hey- wait. So, we time travelled using some big rock, and ended up here?”
“Sounds about right,” replied Harvey “But with REFINED element.”
“Ok but you get the point.“ Ruby drifted back to the conversation.
“Guys… I think I can make saddles for the raptors.”
“WHAT!?”
-Next in Anglerfish
-Nightfall
These guys are awesome truth be told REALLY AWESOME one day trying to get wyvern eggs with my tribe mate hiding behind a rock yelling DRAGON CANT WE LEAVE? Meanwhile i was actally gliding doging lightning poison and dire yelling WHOOOOOOHOOOOOOO and i mabaged to get a level 50 poison egg i owe it all to giddy (my sinomacrops) its all true whether you believe or not it was awesome i think im gonna go doge some lightning blasts wish me luck=1 up
Thanksgiving Feast
A Holiday Story
Prolog
A bell rung, signaling the day before the turkey hunt. Men and women alike were in their houses, cleaning their guns and practicing. Their mounts, vicious wyverns and gigas preparing for the hunt. Everybody wanted to be the one to kill the super turkey for the feast. One in particular wanted to kill it more than all. He wanted to bring honor to his family name, and what bstter way to do that than killing the super turkey for the feast?
-shadow
The Arks: Over Heaven (by Ben)
Chapter 82: Reverie
SWOOSH!
The plane flew closer and closer to the Capital. As it did, Warren looked out the window to see plenty of Caribbean islands down below, somewhat small but filled with plenty of forest and other creatures. From what he had heard of, most of these islands were off-limits to the public population. Not even the government was allowed there. Or so they were told…
One of the islands had a small volcano on it. It seemed dormant, but as Warren squinted his eyes, he could see something metal at the base of it. It looked almost like a door.
“Could the President have used these islands as testing sites before Samuel was taken to the island in the sky?” Warren thought to himself as he looked down below at the island. Warren shook the thought away. He needed to save his energy for the confrontation ahead.
Just then, he heard Sam shift in the seat next to him. His eyes glanced over to her, and she rolled over, her closed eyes facing Warren. Warren looked back at her and blinked his eyes. Warren still couldn’t believe there were no other seats available on this flight. It must have been some form of twisted bad luck.
“I don’t really mind sitting with Sam though,” Warren thought, closing his eyes gently. He turned away and faced the seat in front of him, “Reminds me of the old times.”
“Old times…”
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Warren looked around the classroom, clutching onto his backpack straps tightly. It was his first day here at Terran High. There were plenty of tables clustered up to fit four people. Warren’s head jolted around anxiously. All the kids looked so threatening.
Warren’s eyes pinned to one table near the back of the class. One single girl sat there. She had short black hair and was staring at the whiteboard with a bored expression. She wore black sweatpants and some obscure band merchandise that Warren knew nothing about. Warren quickly stepped over to the table and took a seat in front of her. The girl ignored him, and he ignored her. Warren just wanted to get this school year over with…
As soon as the bell rang, a boy and a girl rushed inside. The teacher looked at them in annoyance. The boy was sweating heavily. He had glasses, a slickback, and wore a green shirt and khaki cargo pants. The girl also seemed out of breath. She was wearing a baggy blue shirt and a skirt.
“Sorry, brah! Me and my friend ran into traffic,” the boy said as an excuse. The teacher scowled at him.
“Do not call me ‘brah’. Just take a seat before I mark you two late…” the teacher said, adjusting the goggles on his forehead. He adjusted the collar of his lab coat and walked up to the whiteboard to write his name down.
“My name is Dr. Aston. I’m gonna be your science teacher for the rest of the school year, so whoop-dee-doo. Don’t bother me and I won’t bother you…”
Dr. Aston continued to ramble on about the rules of the classroom and safety precautions about labs. The boy and girl who were about to be late took a seat down at the table where Warren and the other girl sat. The late girl took a seat next to Warren, while the late boy took a seat next to the other girl.
“Well howdy partners!” the boy said, winking at Warren and the girl, “Name’s Walter. But you can just call me Walt. And that’s my friend, Rachel, we’ve known each other since we were kids.”
Rachel smiled at his words. Warren could see her cheeks turn slightly red.
“Yeah.”
Warren could tell that Rachel was a shy person, like him. He could tell from her body posture and the fact she was saying very little like he usually did. Warren nervously began to fiddle with his fingers.
“Warren’s my name.”
“Warren?” Walt said, raising his eyebrow, “Cool name, I guess.”
Walt turned to the mysterious girl.
“And howzabout you?”
The girl glanced at Walt with a glare.
“Don’t bother me dude… I just wanted to sit alone but you three just had to come here and try to be buddy buddy with me.”
Walt frowned and raised his hands in surrender.
“Sorry! Jeez, I’m just tryna be nice-”
Dr. Aston cleared his throat, and everyone turned their heads to Warren’s table. Dr. Aston tapped his foot impatiently on the ground, his hands on his hips.
“Young man if you don’t shut up right now I’m kicking you out. Which is not a good look for your first day.”
Walt quickly shut up. Warren smirked at Walt.
“You better quiet down… Otherwise the teacher will get mad,” Warren teased him. Walt glared at Warren.
“Oh shut up.”
The conversation stopped after that. Soon, Dr. Aston began to pass out textbooks to the classroom and pieces of paper to take notes. Walt moaned as he looked at it.
“Aw man notes already on the first day? This is gonna be hell!”
Rachel silently took out two pencils, handing one to Walt. Walt grabbed it wordlessly and began to write his name on the top. The mystery girl took out a pen and began to write as well.
Warren quickly began to rummage around his backpack for a writing utensil, but he turned white as his hand dug further and further into the bag. He didn’t have anything!
“Uh oh,” Warren thought. He turned to Walt and Rachel.
“Hey, do you two have a pencil I could borrow?” Warren asked them. Walt shrugged, and Rachel shook her head silently.
“Sorry. Usually I get mine from Rachel. I can never remember.”
“Yeah I gave my spare to Walt. Sorry…”
Warren began to get sweaty. He wasn’t sure what to do anymore. If he didn’t finish this assignment, he wasn’t sure if Dr. Aston would be pleased with him. It didn’t help that he sat with Walt, someone he already disliked-
“Here. Take mine,” the mystery girl interrupted Warren’s train of thoughts. She handed her pen over to Warren. Warren looked at it in wonder, grasping it in his fingers and pulling it off her. It was cold to the touch and made of silver. It was as if she didn’t even have a pulse.
“T-Thanks…”
“You’re welcome,” she blankly said. She looked off and stared at the wall, and then she sighed. She continued, “Samantha. That’s my name. But just call me Sam. That sounds cooler.”
“Oooh, so that’s your name! Looks like you’re finally speaking mystery girl,” Walt snorted. Sam looked at Walt in annoyance.
“Just get to work.”
The assignment was boring but brief, and in no time class was over. The bell rang, and everyone got up to get to their next class.
“Hey, you know what guys?” Walt decided, his eyes keen on Sam, “Let’s all eat together at lunch. Get to know each other.”
Sam seemed to be waiting for Warren to reply.
“Yeah sure why not?” Warren answered. Sam looked back at Walt.
“I guess.”
“Awesome! I’ll see you all soon then.”
Walt and Rachel exited the classroom, leaving Warren and Sam alone. Warren took the silver pen and tried to give it back to Sam, but she refused, shaking her head softly.
“Nah. Just keep it. I don’t want to hold onto it for you everyday,” she replied with a smirk. Warren blinked his eyes and turned red, furrowing his brow.
“I’m not that forgetful! It was just one time!”
Sam snorted, and turned around, a hand on a backpack strap.
“Yeah. Sure. Seeya around, Warren.”
And so over the course of the next three years, until they became juniors, Warren, Walt, Rachel, and Sam would all become good friends. And over the course of these few years, Warren would notice Walt trying his best to initiate intimate actions with Sam. Sam would be oblivious to all of these signs. Warren didn’t really care though. It wasn’t his business to get into it…
But one day it did become his business. And it would all be because someone couldn’t keep their hands to themself.
~
They were all hanging out at Warren’s house. They were sitting on the living room couch, chatting amongst themselves about their extracurriculars and the random everyday stuff friends talk about. Rachel and Sam were talking about the latest episode on The Girls TV show. Apparently David had picked Mackenzie over Gwen. This was absolutely ridiculous to them because Gwen was a thousand times better than Mackenzie and Mackenzie was not nearly as pretty.
Warren looked at Walt, who was glancing at Sam. He noticed a bead of sweat roll down his forehead, and noticed his fingers running along the couch slowly and aimlessly. It looked like it wanted to be wrapped around something, or rather, someone.
“Hey everyone,” Walt finally said, interrupting Rachel and Sam’s conversation. Rachel’s head jolted to Walt, her eyes and ears attentive. Sam looked more annoyed than anything.
“Yes Walt?”
Walt scratched the back of his head.
“You know we haven’t played any serious games since we first met… We should play seven minutes in heaven.”
Sam raised her eyebrow at Walt,
“Oookay? Sure, I guess.”
Rachel began to turn a little red, pressing her two index fingers together.
“I think that sounds like a great idea,” she said. Warren looked at Rachel with a piercing stare. Rachel never seemed like the type of person to enjoy these types of games. It all felt so odd to him…
“I’m getting a bad feeling about this,” Warren thought, looking back and forth between all of his friends. He objected, “I don’t think we should. Can’t we just play board games like we usually do?”
“What? Chicken you’ll have to go in with me?” Walt smirked. Rachel looked at Warren with a sly smile.
“It can’t be that bad…”
Sam didn’t have an opinion on it. Wordlessly, she shrugged. Walt took that as a yes. He turned to Warren.
“Guess we’re gonna have to play…”
“You guys can. I’m not going to.”
Walt shrugged, turning to face the girls, “Fine by me.”
Walt took a glass bottle and placed it down on the middle of the floor. Him, Sam, and Rachel all gathered around it and sat criss cross applesauce. Walt was first to go. He took the bottle and spun it full force.
SWISH!
Walt and Rachel both looked on at the bottle eagerly, while Sam just stared at it with her arms crossed, a bored expression on her face. The bottle began to stop on Sam, and by now Warren could definitely sense Walt’s excitement.
But the bottle went past Sam… and onto Rachel.
Rachel looked like she was about to jump up and down in joy. Her eyes were wide open, a slight smile creeping on her face. Walt wasn’t as pleased though. He had a frown on his face, and he muttered something under his breath.
“I guess we’re gonna have to go, Walt,” Rachel giggled. Walt nodded solemnly.
“Guess so.”
The two walked into the closet, closing it behind them. Warren looked at the door suspiciously. He could already feel something bad was going to happen.
Someone’s feelings were getting hurt tonight.
Warren got up from the couch and quickly but quietly rushed over to the closet door. He pressed his ear against it, waiting for either party to say something. Sam looked on with a raised eyebrow.
“What are you doing-”
Warren hushed her, putting a finger to his lips.
“So… I guess it’s just us two then huh?” Rachel said, her voice muffled because of the door standing in between them.
“Yeah,” Walt blankly replied, clear disappointment in his voice.
There was a moment of silence.
“Walt… I want to tell you something,” Rachel whispered, her voice cracking. Warren could sense her nervousness through her voice. He blinked his eyes and listened closer.
“I like you,” Rachel admitted, her voice cracking, “I’ve- I’ve liked you since we first met. I never had the guts to tell you because I’ve always been afraid. But I just wanted to tell you now… I like you a lot.”
There was a moment of silence. It continued for thirty more seconds, when suddenly there was the sound of someone being slammed against the wall. He could hear Rachel let out a cry of pain.
“What the hell are you doing?!” Walt cried, “That’s so damn disgusting! Trying to kiss me? How dare you! You pathetic nothing! You think I like you back? Are you blind or something? Maybe you’re the one that needs glasses!”
Warren quickly backed off. The closet door burst open, and Rachel came running out, her head in her hands and tears soaking her clothes. Sam got up from her couch, her eyes wide open in horror.
“Rachel!”
Rachel rushed out the front door, slamming it behind her. Warren could hear the door lock. He quickly rushed off after her.
“Hey wait!” Warren yelled. He opened the front door and saw Rachel sitting against the garage door, bawling her eyes out. Warren closed the door behind him and walked up to her.
“Rachel are you okay-”
“Just leave me alone Warren! I-I don’t even know what to say anymore!” Rachel sobbed, “After everything we’ve been through and he treats me like this! I-I-”
Warren spotted something red trickling down Rachel’s head. His eyes widened.
“Rachel. You’re bleeding,” Warren stated.
The two of them heard Sam yell from inside the house. Then, the sound of Walt shouting in pain. The two looked at the front door.
“What’s going on?” Warren wondered. He quickly got up and kicked the front door open. He could see Walt clenching his cheek tightly and gritting his teeth, while Sam’s hand was red as if she just slapped someone.
“What was that for Sam? I thought you were into me-”
“What did you do?” Warren boomed at Walt. Walt looked back at Warren, his eyes filled with rage. He pointed at Sam in an accusing manner.
“She’s been playing with my heart that’s what! From the very beginning since we’ve met I could tell that she liked me… But now I could tell it was all a scheme to break me-”
“I didn’t ask what Sam did. I asked what YOU did,” Warren glared, his fists clenched. Walt sneered.
“I tried to kiss her… So what? She liked me-”
“I don’t like you!” Sam snorted, “I never will! What makes you think I-”
“Playing hard to get obviously! That’s what you girls do all the time!”
“Get out of my house,” Warren demanded. Walt looked at Warren, his jaw dropped. He scoffed, looking back and forth from Warren to Sam.
“Warren, you can’t be serious! We’ve been friends forever! You choose her side of the story over mine?”
“Your side of the story? Wow,” Warren said, his hands balled into fists, and veins popped out of his forehead, “And we’ve been friends for months at most. Just get out of my house.”
Walt stepped forward to Warren.
“Warren don’t be like this-”
“I said to GET OUT!” Warren screamed. He rushed forward and slammed his fist into his cheek. Walt’s body went flying backwards into a wall, causing the chandelier above to shake. Warren’s eyes darted up at it as it swung back and forth. Walt looked back at Warren, and in a fit of rage he picked the bottle up off the floor and slammed it into Warren’s head. The glass smashed upon impact, causing shards to fly everywhere. Rachel let out a cry of pain, and Warren ignored his throbbing head and turned around to see a shard embedded in her stomach.
“Rachel!”
Walt took this opportunity and socked Warren in the face. Warren’s head whipped back, and Walt grabbed Warren by the shirt. He slammed Warren into the wall.
“Agh!” Warren cried out. He felt Walt’s hot breath on his face.
“Are you happy now Warren? ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?!” he bellowed in his face. Warren turned away slightly.
“Get off him you pig!” Sam screamed. She wrapped her arms around Walt and threw him off Warren. Walt was taken aback by this. He looked at Sam and snarled. Without hesitation he leaned his fist back and slammed his fist into her stomach. Sam let out a groan of pain as she lurched backward, clutching her stomach weakly.
Warren couldn’t handle it anymore. This man had hurt all of them, and for what? Just because of a girl who couldn’t reciprocate her feelings? It was absolutely despicable what type of man Walt was. He wasn’t going to pull the stops any longer. He rushed for the floor, grabbed a shard of glass the size of a knife. Walt turned around to redirect his attention to Warren, but he was quickly met with a slash to the throat.
Blood spilt from his mouth and neck onto Warren’s hands. Walt looked at Warren in horror, his pupils dilated and his body getting wobblier.
“W-Why?” Walt managed to gasp as he collapsed onto the floor, dead.
Warren looked at Walt, his hand gripping on the glass shard tighter. It cut deep into his skin, his own blood mixing with Walt’s. He looked up to Sam, ignoring his question.
“Call the ambulance. And the police. Let’s get this sorted out.”
~
Warren let out a gasp as he felt someone slug his arm. He looked around the surroundings of the airplane. It seemed like the plane had finally stopped moving, and he heard chatter of people getting out of their seats and collecting suitcases from the overhead bins. Warren looked to his left to see Sam getting up from her seat, taking a stretch as she did so.
“We landed if you couldn’t tell,” Sam informed him.
“Oh, thanks for waking me,” Warren said. He couldn’t look her in the eye. Sam looked at him with suspicion.
“Warren… You know you talk in your sleep right?”
Warren turned a slight white.
“Sam I-”
Warren was interrupted by the warm embrace of Sam. He could feel Sam hug him as hard as she could. She closed her eyes, the same memories flooded in her head.
“It’s okay. It’s okay…”
Warren closed his eyes and hugged her back, his eyes closed shut. A tear rolled down his cheek.
“Thank you.”
“Thank you, Sammy.”
Warren felt the haunting memory fade from his mind in Sam’s warm embrace. It had been a long time ago, but it was no more.
Besides, they had a son to save.
Thanksgiving Feast
Chapter 2
Drake's equus galloped through the thicket of trees while Drake scanned for a super turkey. None were in this thicket. Drake whistled for his equus to gallop to the beach. There! Right on the edge of the beach was a super turkey. Drake pulled out his rifle and shot it in the head. The turkey gobbled and ran towards him. He shot it until it came too close and his equus backed up. He could see blood dripping from his feathers, it was obviously wounded. He was about to take another shot, but nothing came out, his ammo clip was empty. He searched the saddle for the saddle bag, but it wasnt there. He looked down in panic, and saw cut straps. Someone had sabotaged him.
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Thanksgiving feast
Chapter 1
Drake climbed onto his equus and linned up for the hunt. He could hear people whispering things like:
"Why did he pick an equus?"
"Who rides an equus to kill a super turkey?"
"He's going to bring shame to his family."
These insults had no affect on him, for his equus was specially breed for this. His family had taken the equus with the most powerful kick, and an equus with the fastest gallop, and breed them. His equus was their strongest offspring. A trumpet blew, and Wyverns took to the sky, Gigas stomped, and Direwolfs howled. Drake took off in a gallop, outrunning ever other creature there. The hunt had begun.
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