mah story!!!!!

[saphron]

her it is guys!!!!!

though of course i decided to go with one of my older drafts, instead of the one i'm working on now........sorry that its incomplete though. i'll get the rest up as soon as i can.
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why must we fight who we really are?

[saphron]

The Amnesiac




AHHH! The armor-piercing scream was heard echoing through the woods and all around the surrounding areas. All animals and people were startled out of their homes. The only one that didn’t seem bothered by the scream was Crimson, the most powerful and dangerous bandit in the known galaxy.

Crimson enjoyed listening to those kinds of screams. He stood there laughing, his sword dripping in blood, starring at the group of people he had just killed. He didn’t actually mean to kill them, not this time anyway. He spent a few minutes searching their belongings, looking for anything valuable. Crimson was a Kathir, or a cat like humanoid, and had great reflexes, hearing, and sight, and at this moment he was picking up on a group of people advancing on him.

The Republic Police Department, the galaxy’s most elite task force, came running into the clearing as one group, guns pointed at Crimson and surrounded him. A Kathir that had the mark of a captain was leading them. “Well, we meet at last.”

“Yes, I had been wondering when this meeting would come around.” Crimson replied sheathing his sword.

“Yes, we certainly have been putting this on hold for quite some time, haven’t we.” the captain replied.

“Crio, I did hope this wouldn’t happen”.

“As did I, as did I. Yet we cannot deny that had to happen eventually.”

“No, I cannot, but I had hoped you would have had better morals to have faced me alone”.

“Oh, don’t be foolish Crimson, they’re not here to fight you. I know for a fact that you would kill them all before they even knew what had hit them. No, I will be bringing you in. they’re just here to clean up.”

“I see you still have great confidence in your abilities.”

“Enough talk!”

“As you wish.”

“RRRRRAAARRRGGG!”

And with that the two started to fight. It was a furious fight that lasted for minutes on end, full of punches, kicks, attacks, counterattacks, and jumps. Neither one seemed to give the other the advantage.

Then in a flash, it was over. Crimson was on the ground, panting, trying to get up.

“Well, it’s seems I have won after all.” Crio said in mock.

“You idiot, see not with your eyes but with your senses. This whole time I’ve been leading you to a death trap.” Crimson said

“What?” Crio cried and looked behind him, and as he starred at the edge of the cliff his foe had driven him to, he realized that he had all but lost. But he still refused to give up. ”Why you... I will not be made a fool of!”

And with a mighty shove Crimson threw himself into Crio, attempting to knock him of balance, but Crio surprised the bandit as he grabbed his hand and threw him over the cliff edge. The other officers hurried to catch him but Crio held them back. “No leave him. He’s a dead man now . . . and we’d never be able to find the body.”

And with that the R.P.D left Crimson to fall to his death.

















Chapter One

“AHHH!”I scream as I fall through the air and wake up in my room. I shoot up to a sitting position breathing hard, ’Why do I keep having these dreams?’ I wonder. I get out of bed and get dressed. I leave my duster on the chair and head out side to clear my head of that god-awful dream.

We are staying at a Comfort Inn Motel and I’m feeling a little crowded, ‘I guess that’s what I get for working outside civilization.’ I think as I step outside and let the moonlight illuminate my silver white fur. With my tail swishing back and forth, I start working out.

My name is Crei Acreashia, I’m a Kathir. I’m a not a bounty hunter or a cop or a rouge bad guy or anything like that. What I am is a bandit hunter and a searcher of truths. I know it sounds kind of corny, but it works.

“Couldn’t sleep?” a female voice says right next to my ear.

“AHH!” I yell and fall back,” Yue! Don’t do that! You know that I don’t like being interrupted while working out!”

Yue just giggled and fluttered her bat wings. Her Japanese dress shimmering as she moved. Being a Novan, or a bat, she doesn’t sleep unless she wants to, so I’m not too surprised to find her out here.

“Why are you sneaking up on me any way?” I ask her.

“ ME? You were the one who was interrupting my concentration. Did you know you talk in your sleep? Any one could hear it.” She remarks as she flutters down to the ground.” You don’t need bat ears to hear you moan.”

“ Oh, give it a rest already, will’ya? I had a bad dream that’s all.”

Yue looks at me gravely, “It was the cliff dream again wasn’t it?” but she didn’t need me to answer her to find the answer in my eyes. “Crei, I’m getting worried. That’s the third one this week.”

I blush and try to avoid her eyes, “ Yeah, I know, but I can’t stop them from happening.” Yue puts her arm around me and I start to relax.

She turns my face to hers and I see a look I know all too well. “ You know what you need? Something to take you’re mind off this dream.”

Seeing the trap I lift my hands up in surrender. “ All right, Yue, what have you got for me to try?” She grins and turns to a pack on the ground.

“ I just made it tonight.” She says and turns around. In one hand is what looks like a thumbtack, in the other what looks like a mini microphone.

I stare at it for a minute, oblivious as to what it could be. “ I give up. What is it?”

She smiles at me. Suddenly she grabs my hand and pulls me to her, pressing her thumbs on the top of my hand and behind my left ear. “ Oww! That hurt! What did you-“ I stop as I rub my head, feeling the thumbtack device has been attached to it. “ Yue, what is this? I-I’m hearing voices! What the hell is going on?!”

Yue looks at me sheepishly and sighs. “ The device on your head is a biological computer that transfers any data you wish to search for in a kind of display window that shows up in your left eye.” She says and points to my eye. “ The chip is a compact version of the ships computer and only works for the mind its plugged into.”

I stare at her in astonishment, “ Can you remove them?” I ask nervously.

She dug her foot into the ground. “ Umm . . . well, I haven’t been able to think of a way to do that yet.”

“ Oi vei.” I’m starting to get a headache.” Ok, what’s the other one for?” I give up.

Yue brightens at this question. “ Well it’s a very small microphone that is connected to the R.P.D. network and radio transmitter. You can use it to communicate with the police. It also seconds as a verbal command device for the bio-chip.” As she says this she sits down and takes out her datapad. She opens it up and presses a few keys.

“ Mommy? Is that you?” A teenage Kerl says as she walks out of the shadows, wearing teddy bear pajamas, her wolf ears and tail drooping. “ What are you two doing in my room?”

Yue sighs, “ we’re not in your room, Mitzy, we’re outside.” Mitzy looks around, confused as to how she got outside. “ You were sleep walking again, honey”

Mitzy isn’t really our daughter; she just sort of adopted us as such. As it turns out, when she was seven years old her family was murdered right in front of her eyes. As a result, the trauma that she suffered had caused her forget what her family looked like. It was only by chance that we came across her outside what used to be her house. When we tried to ask her what she was doing there, she just looked at me and cried out, “ Daddy! I’m sorry that they burned down the house! B-But I couldn’t do anything about it! Worst of all, Grandma and Uncle Dave were caught in the fire!!!” We couldn’t help but feel sorry for the poor girl, and so we took her with us back to the ship and Yue looked her over, and after declaring her okay, she said she could stay with us, that is if we couldn’t find any relatives. Since then I’ve taught her all I know about bandit hunting and the other tricks of the trade. There were just two problems. One is that she is eighteen years old and still thinks a bat-woman and a cat-man bore a wolf child. And two is that she sleep walks, a lot.

“ Oh . . . no wonder its so cold.” She responds. “ So what are you two doing out here any way?”
































Chapter Two



I always thought hangers were too small . . . Yue suggested an inner dimensional portable mechanism that would shrink the ship to a more friendly size; however, Bruce and I said no immediately. Personally, I doubt Bruce, the Raccien who takes care of our ship and thinks of it as his own, would want a government class disaster happening to his ship. Don’t get me wrong, I think Yue’s brilliant. It’s just that her first attempts are a bit . . . how to put this nicely . . . disastrous. Brilliant, but scary: that’s all I can say. Though I do hate to see Yue so heart broken over disappointment.

Of course the twinge of a radio wave would snap me out of it. I wish she had asked me first before shoving that chip thinggie into my brain. She means well though.

We squeezed into the hanger, a couple of minor scratches, but we made it through. When we dismounted from the ship, we met the oddest character and the closest person to be Yue’s soul mate: a Froshian. Froshians are an amphibious race, the look a little like the ancient earth frogs.

“Wwwwaat a beeeautiful shiiip,” he croaked deeply, once he knew he was in our hearing range.

“Um. . . thank you?” I returned with a raised eyebrow,

“Just don’t slime it up,” Bruce grumbled. “Or I’ll be having sliced frog legs for lunch.” He grumbled as he walked to the nearest dinning hall to restock. His raccoon tail bobbing the whole way.

The Froshian coward in a hunch.

Yue twapped Bruce over the head, ”You bully,” she said. “Don’t mind what that old coon says. He’s not as mean as he seems,” she mentioned in the frog’s . . . um, “ear”.

“Iiiii’m soooorry forrrr deeee trroouublle,” began the Froshian. “Myyy naaame is Rrrrriiidleyyy. Iiii amm deee mechaniiic ov diss hangerrrrr. Yourr shiip waaaas soo boootiful, Iiii could nooot heeelp myseeelf.”

He was interesting to listen to, even though I struggled with his dialect. Yue seemed to like him on the spot. Soon enough Mitzy came down to meet the new acquaintance.

“You’re cute!” she squealed and glomped the poor guy without a warning.

Ridley croaked even more trying to get back on his webbed feet, his body rocking back and forth on his back.
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why must we fight who we really are?

[sexymanz]

I WANT TO READ MORE!!! GIMMIE MORE SAPHRON GIMMIE MORE!!! NOW I REALLY WANT TO READ MORE OF IT!!!
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I guess im not really going to be a member anytime soon... so please members of BonBon... please help me out with my character discriptions so that way maybe one day a artist here can put a pic of my character on a forum... i would love to see that happen one day... (anyone please?)

[saphron]

down boy. *chuckles* i wrote this when i was 13. it'll take me a while to get it going again.
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why must we fight who we really are?

[sexymanz]

you were a novilast at 13? wow...i never knew XD
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I guess im not really going to be a member anytime soon... so please members of BonBon... please help me out with my character discriptions so that way maybe one day a artist here can put a pic of my character on a forum... i would love to see that happen one day... (anyone please?)