More cheese
A random anonymous comment brought my attention back to this unfortunate and ill-attended blog. In honour of "Groo's" appreciation for my classic piece fantasy fiction, I present another installment of my grade eleven story, 'The Guardian', unfinished sequel to the equally unfinished grade ten work, 'The Mystery of the Algonquin Matrix'.
At this point in the story, our heroes have--oh, I don't know, spouted a lot of awkward dialogue and carved their way through numerous beasties drawn from the pages of the Monster Manual. They now confront the top henchman--I think--I can't exactly remember where I was going with all this, you know? Hey, I wrote the damn thing over a decade ago!
The Guardian, continued...
..."Now you die, asshole!" he howled, then mightily charged as the gunner let out a terrified scream.
But as he ran forward, something suddenly grabbed his leg and he fell to the ground. Then, with inhuman strength, he was swung by his legs and thrown across he room. He smashed into an old, dusty table, which splintered under the impact, and laid there stunned.
As Bill had moved forward, Jackie had followed by his side. But her head suddenly erupted in pain as a large, round shield filled her vision and bashed into her head. She was flung to the ground by the force of the blow.
Even as his companions leapt to the attack, Mark had released his arrow. It flew threw the air, before being plucked out of the air with uncanny speed. The hand holding the arrow clenched, and it snapped with a surge of power.
Even as the three wounded comrades looked on in horror, Dave lowered his arm and let the fragmented pieces of wood fall to the ground. His eyes were vacant, his face devoid of any emotion or feeling.
The man laughed once again. "Little turds like you didn't stand a chance against the boss. You would all be dead now, if he didn't want to see you personally."
"Now, drop your weapons. Surrender..."
"I'll never surrender, you prick!" yelled out Jackie.
"Or I'll blow your kneecaps off." finished the man, then fired the gun once. The girl's kneecap suddenly exploded, blood splattering everywhere, mingling with the red pouring from her nose. Her scream of pain filled the air, echoed from wall to wall.
"No!" screamed Dave. The vacant look suddenly left his face, and anger surfaced, twisting his lips into a fierce scowl.
He tottered forward, Sekaon raised to end the man's life....
***
You know, I remember being quite proud of that bit, back in the day. And yes, both Jackie and Bill were friends (term used loosely in the case of Jackie) from high school. I think they each had colour-coded weapons and armour, and this was before I'd ever even seen the Power Rangers! Prophetic, I am.
At this point in the story, our heroes have--oh, I don't know, spouted a lot of awkward dialogue and carved their way through numerous beasties drawn from the pages of the Monster Manual. They now confront the top henchman--I think--I can't exactly remember where I was going with all this, you know? Hey, I wrote the damn thing over a decade ago!
The Guardian, continued...
..."Now you die, asshole!" he howled, then mightily charged as the gunner let out a terrified scream.
But as he ran forward, something suddenly grabbed his leg and he fell to the ground. Then, with inhuman strength, he was swung by his legs and thrown across he room. He smashed into an old, dusty table, which splintered under the impact, and laid there stunned.
As Bill had moved forward, Jackie had followed by his side. But her head suddenly erupted in pain as a large, round shield filled her vision and bashed into her head. She was flung to the ground by the force of the blow.
Even as his companions leapt to the attack, Mark had released his arrow. It flew threw the air, before being plucked out of the air with uncanny speed. The hand holding the arrow clenched, and it snapped with a surge of power.
Even as the three wounded comrades looked on in horror, Dave lowered his arm and let the fragmented pieces of wood fall to the ground. His eyes were vacant, his face devoid of any emotion or feeling.
The man laughed once again. "Little turds like you didn't stand a chance against the boss. You would all be dead now, if he didn't want to see you personally."
"Now, drop your weapons. Surrender..."
"I'll never surrender, you prick!" yelled out Jackie.
"Or I'll blow your kneecaps off." finished the man, then fired the gun once. The girl's kneecap suddenly exploded, blood splattering everywhere, mingling with the red pouring from her nose. Her scream of pain filled the air, echoed from wall to wall.
"No!" screamed Dave. The vacant look suddenly left his face, and anger surfaced, twisting his lips into a fierce scowl.
He tottered forward, Sekaon raised to end the man's life....
***
You know, I remember being quite proud of that bit, back in the day. And yes, both Jackie and Bill were friends (term used loosely in the case of Jackie) from high school. I think they each had colour-coded weapons and armour, and this was before I'd ever even seen the Power Rangers! Prophetic, I am.
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