Post by greenhorn on Oct 2, 2008 19:18:04 GMT -5
Hi to all of you, girls and gals...
This is my first take on writing a fan-fic (actually it's the first one that I find good enough to post)
Here is a short chapter and depending on whatever you like it or not (please be honest with me - if it's a peace of trash do tell me) I'll be posting the rest of it. So here goes nothin'
One very bright chamber. One very big, bright chamber. Huge computers and other technical stuff lying around, with no particular order. A huge main screen, showing the surrounding. It was peaceful, one could feel the calm and the beauty of the landscape. But for a certain red headed teen hero all of that made no difference. It was so because she was pinned to the wall. Pinned with strong handcuffs. Hanging there lifeless, like a doll. Lifeless and for that moment more important, alone. Oh, she wasn't alone, there were dozens of goons and even more of the „agents“.
But there were no Ron beside her. No one to cheer her up, even to complain how they got themselves into that sort of „sitch“. There were no signs of hers captors. The bosses. Gemini and Dementor. She fought them before. And she beat them each time. So why have they won and, more important, why has she lost. The answer however, was obvious. The Ron factor. Or rather the lack of it.
So, she was hanging there, her white super suit long dead from the battle. The battle she lost. The suit itself had suffered a lot of damage. It was powered down, no juice left for self-healing to repair itself. Left sleeve was no more and blood was slowly making its way to her torso from injured shoulder. Both knees showing dirt and blood marks. Blood marks all over the suit indicating hard battle was going on. Thank God it wasn't all hers. Her face looked awful. Whole face was covered with bruises and cuts. Left eye swollen and closed, nose broken, blood marks around her mouth and lower lip was split in three swollen parts.
She had a broken leg, three broken ribs and a pair of them cracked. The feeling in her arms and upper torso was slowly dying out. But that was good for her. At least she won’t feel the pain. Like it mattered anyway. Her real pain was in her heart. They were in worse „sitches“ than this and got out. But there were no more them. And the worst part was that she was the one to blame. „Me and my bighead. Jelling, overreacting, jumping to conclusions, not believing, not even giving him a chance to explain. Now I am going to an end… All alone… By myself… Oh God, how stupid I was. She was in deep thoughts. And he was right all along. He did nothing wrong… but those photos… were they all fake?… if I just showed him… he could explain… but now it's over… I will not get another chance… but I HAVE to see him again… to ask… no to beg for forgiveness… that is if I stay alive long enough…
She tried to blink those thoughts away, but the stabbing pain wouldn't let her. She tried to scan the area. That proved difficult because of the all the sweat and blood that blurred her vision. Ok Possible, head in the game. The sight slowly became clear. Still, the room was full of the goons and Gemini’s „agents“. She found it strange that she wasn't in some kind of back room left alone to suffer, or what she feared most, put in some kind of wacko deadly trap. No clue what hers captors were up to and she hated it. She started to hate this whole sitch. Slowly and painfully, she scanned the room once more, searching for a way to free herself. She was tied up or pinned to a wall before, but there always was at least Rufus to free her. And he was angry with her for what she has done to his friend. As she thought about it she felt terrible. Again.
Then a distance thud pulled her back to reality. Great, now I'm hearing things. She convinced herself it was all her imagination. But then again, there was another thud. It was distant, goons couldn't notice it, but for her trained ear, it was clear someone was coming through air-vents. That pushed her mood up. New hope flamed in her. It was Ron, she was sure. She had ordered Wade not to tell him about this mission. Wade couldn't help her with his knowledge and tech stuff either because of the darned jamming equipment. The Kimminucator was useless from the time she stepped on this, for her, cursed island. So he had no idea if she was doing just fine or was she captured. She decided to wait up and see who was it crawling through the vents. It could be also a trick from Gemini to break her down, but she really hoped he wasn't that clever… or cruel.
Thuds became more frequent but less noisy, like the person knew that he/she was near his/hers goal. After a while a hooded head popped from the place she used earlier to jump out, and scanned the area. Quickly the head withdrew. She hoped Ron would jump out and do something. Even if he got caught, they would somehow get out because they simply could anything together. Then the figure, dressed in ninja gi noise-less, and very Ron-unlikely jumped out and disappeared in shadows. So, he learned a few tricks in Japan. Way to go Ronnie. She was thrilled. Not only that Ron has came for the rescue, he didn't blew up like she excepted. But then another ninja figure, slightly shorter jumped from the same space and like the first one disappeared in shadows…
Thanks for reading and be sure to leave a review
Greenhorn
This is my first take on writing a fan-fic (actually it's the first one that I find good enough to post)
Here is a short chapter and depending on whatever you like it or not (please be honest with me - if it's a peace of trash do tell me) I'll be posting the rest of it. So here goes nothin'
One very bright chamber. One very big, bright chamber. Huge computers and other technical stuff lying around, with no particular order. A huge main screen, showing the surrounding. It was peaceful, one could feel the calm and the beauty of the landscape. But for a certain red headed teen hero all of that made no difference. It was so because she was pinned to the wall. Pinned with strong handcuffs. Hanging there lifeless, like a doll. Lifeless and for that moment more important, alone. Oh, she wasn't alone, there were dozens of goons and even more of the „agents“.
But there were no Ron beside her. No one to cheer her up, even to complain how they got themselves into that sort of „sitch“. There were no signs of hers captors. The bosses. Gemini and Dementor. She fought them before. And she beat them each time. So why have they won and, more important, why has she lost. The answer however, was obvious. The Ron factor. Or rather the lack of it.
So, she was hanging there, her white super suit long dead from the battle. The battle she lost. The suit itself had suffered a lot of damage. It was powered down, no juice left for self-healing to repair itself. Left sleeve was no more and blood was slowly making its way to her torso from injured shoulder. Both knees showing dirt and blood marks. Blood marks all over the suit indicating hard battle was going on. Thank God it wasn't all hers. Her face looked awful. Whole face was covered with bruises and cuts. Left eye swollen and closed, nose broken, blood marks around her mouth and lower lip was split in three swollen parts.
She had a broken leg, three broken ribs and a pair of them cracked. The feeling in her arms and upper torso was slowly dying out. But that was good for her. At least she won’t feel the pain. Like it mattered anyway. Her real pain was in her heart. They were in worse „sitches“ than this and got out. But there were no more them. And the worst part was that she was the one to blame. „Me and my bighead. Jelling, overreacting, jumping to conclusions, not believing, not even giving him a chance to explain. Now I am going to an end… All alone… By myself… Oh God, how stupid I was. She was in deep thoughts. And he was right all along. He did nothing wrong… but those photos… were they all fake?… if I just showed him… he could explain… but now it's over… I will not get another chance… but I HAVE to see him again… to ask… no to beg for forgiveness… that is if I stay alive long enough…
She tried to blink those thoughts away, but the stabbing pain wouldn't let her. She tried to scan the area. That proved difficult because of the all the sweat and blood that blurred her vision. Ok Possible, head in the game. The sight slowly became clear. Still, the room was full of the goons and Gemini’s „agents“. She found it strange that she wasn't in some kind of back room left alone to suffer, or what she feared most, put in some kind of wacko deadly trap. No clue what hers captors were up to and she hated it. She started to hate this whole sitch. Slowly and painfully, she scanned the room once more, searching for a way to free herself. She was tied up or pinned to a wall before, but there always was at least Rufus to free her. And he was angry with her for what she has done to his friend. As she thought about it she felt terrible. Again.
Then a distance thud pulled her back to reality. Great, now I'm hearing things. She convinced herself it was all her imagination. But then again, there was another thud. It was distant, goons couldn't notice it, but for her trained ear, it was clear someone was coming through air-vents. That pushed her mood up. New hope flamed in her. It was Ron, she was sure. She had ordered Wade not to tell him about this mission. Wade couldn't help her with his knowledge and tech stuff either because of the darned jamming equipment. The Kimminucator was useless from the time she stepped on this, for her, cursed island. So he had no idea if she was doing just fine or was she captured. She decided to wait up and see who was it crawling through the vents. It could be also a trick from Gemini to break her down, but she really hoped he wasn't that clever… or cruel.
Thuds became more frequent but less noisy, like the person knew that he/she was near his/hers goal. After a while a hooded head popped from the place she used earlier to jump out, and scanned the area. Quickly the head withdrew. She hoped Ron would jump out and do something. Even if he got caught, they would somehow get out because they simply could anything together. Then the figure, dressed in ninja gi noise-less, and very Ron-unlikely jumped out and disappeared in shadows. So, he learned a few tricks in Japan. Way to go Ronnie. She was thrilled. Not only that Ron has came for the rescue, he didn't blew up like she excepted. But then another ninja figure, slightly shorter jumped from the same space and like the first one disappeared in shadows…
Thanks for reading and be sure to leave a review
Greenhorn