Thursday, March 31, 2011

SP FanFiction- Part Eight

WOO HOO! ALREADY PART EIGHT! 


Yeah, well, this part is the beginning of introducing the main...plot...ish...thing...ENJOY!














March quickly shifted large, crimson, wings, so her decent was slower. However, when she tried to fly up, a invisible wall of air knocked her further down, and when she didn't move at all it continued by pushing her down. Once she landed, March looked up to see Mir's head at the edge of the hole. 


(Authors Note: WHY THE HECK DOES THAT COME UP DIFFERENT?! STOP IT! I COMMAND YOU!)






"Mar!" she called. "I'm so sorry!" 

"What the heck is this?!" March screamed up at her. 

"Uh...my powers gone wild?" Mir asked for then said. 

March sighed obnoxiously. 

"But can't you just fly up?" Mir called. 

"No! There's this weird wall of air! It won't let me!" March cried. 

"Hang on! I'll go and get Thalia!" Mir's head disappeared, and March was left in the semi-darkness. 

March bit her lip, and kicked the wall next to her.

In return, she got a hollow echo. 

March stared in shock at the wall, and started to brush away the dirt and debris. Where there was a wall a few seconds before, was now a wooden door. 

"Whoa..." March breathed. 

March jiggled the handle, and forced the door open. A welcome light of a candle met March's eyes. It was a ancient tunnel, with a torch every few yards. 

"Double whoa..." March breathed. 

Slowly, March walked down the hallway, tucking her wings to her side in case she needed to make a quick getaway. 

March eventually came to another door after who knows how long. This door looked newer, with metal bolts. March shoved that door open, and was met with a stunning sight. 

It was a huge room with black marble floors, and white marble gold engraved pillars surrounding it. A balcony stood in the middle over everything, as if a king would go and see his subjects there. As March walked to the middle, she looked up and gasped. The entire ceiling was a painting of color, indescribably vivid. Across it were three giant gold and diamond chandeliers, lit with fire. The picture for the most part was of angels in flight, flying around the chandeliers like they were the sun. However, at the edges of the painting, evil beings of shadows were plotting evil and planning to hurt the angels. 

March blinked. One of the angels had moved. An arrow tipped with poison flew at the angel, catching it in the heart. The angel screamed in silent agony, its blood pouring into the painting. Dark creatures swarmed too it, dragging it to the edges of the painting and bean to tear it limb from limb as- 

"The painting reflects life." Someone said from the door. "Every time an angel dies in the painting, or some darkness disappears, something has happened in real life."

March looked down from the horrifying scene to see a girl about a year older then her, leaning against the door. The girl was dressed in a short black dress with white ruffled at the bottom, and a small block bow. She wore knee-high boots, and had her dark crimson hair pulled in a bun, out of her obsidian eyes.

March blinked. Crimson hair? Obsidian eyes?

"What are you doing here?" The girl asked, blinking her eye slowly. 

"I uh...I fell." March mumbled. 

"You...fell?" The girl raised an eyebrow.

"I fell." March repeated, more firmly. 

"Then how did you not, oh, i dunno, die from the fall?" The girl asked skeptically. 

"Well, I shifted these wings." March said, opening her wings to a large extent. 

The girl's eyes widened, and she gaped at the crimson wings. 

"Please don't tell me your a mortal." March stated.

"Holy..." The girl whispered. 

March bit her lip. She started edging away, back towards the way she had come. 

The girl jumped straighter, and ran from the room. "Adrian!" She screamed. 

"Well." March muttered, taking flight and shooting towards the tunnel. "That can't be good."








No March. It can't be good. 

Heh. 

SP FanFiction- Part Seven

BWAHA! I'M SO SLAP HAPPY! HAH! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I COULD WAIT TO POST THIS, SO HERE IT IS! HAH! IM GONNA GO AND GET YO-GURT! HEY LOOK! THE CHARGE IS LOW! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! 


IM OFF TO SEE THE WIZARD, THE WONDERFUL WIZARD OF YO-GUUUURT! 






Behind him, the bedroom window shattered as someone jumped through.

Israel spun around from the book he was looking at, his eye meeting those of a vampire. The vampire grinned, showing pointed teeth.

Israel drew his shotgun, narrowing his eyes. "Im really getting tired of you guys."

The vampire chuckled as if that had been the most hilarious thing in the world.

Israel's leg shot upwards as the vampire jumped, stopping the vampire and making him fall to the wall like a rag doll.


(Authors Note: DID YA SEE THAT! I RHYMED!) 

The vampire cursed, then crawled to the door, kneeling up. Israel kicked, his foot making contact with the vampires back. The vampire howled in pain, leaping up. Israel heard other vampires in the other rooms, storming the place.

Aquila screamed from the kitchen, and multiple vampires howled in delight.

Israel gritted his teeth, running out into the hallway, only for his face to meet a fist. Israel's shotgun flew out of his hand as he staggered back into the bedroom, falling to the floor.

A vampire strolled in, taking his time. He took Israel's shotgun from the floor, idly fingering the trigger.

"I wonder what it'll feel like...to be on the end of your own bullet." the vampire said, pointing it at Israel as the first vampire staggered out of the room.

Israel hefted himself up, trying to move off the floor.

The vampire pulled the trigger.

•••

Aquila dropped behind the kitchen counter as the vampires fell through the window, making shards of glass fly everywhere.

Aquila breathed quickly, her eyes wild. Had they seen her?

"Elysium is in the bedroom, and Felis should be here." a vampire said, his voice gruff.

Aquila pressed against the counter, muscles tense.

"They should all know that they're all part of this little plan." one vampire said. "Playing pieces in a huge game."

Aquila's breath was cut short. What game?

"They will find things that they didn't know before, sure," the vampire continued. "But the real prize lies somewhere else."

"Shut up you idiot!" another vampire hissed. "What if Felis is listening?"

"It really lies with the other shape shifters!"

There was a large WHOMP as the vampire was hit over the head, silencing him before he said anything else, to Aquila's disappointment.

"Did you hear that Felis? Thats a clue." the other vampire said as about five other vanpires chuckled in the background.

Aquila jumped out and dove for the broken window, but was grabbed by the end of her coat, and flung back as the vampire yanked her away. Aquila screamed, her back hitting the wall and her arm twisting painfully under her.

The vampire was a she, who was smirking. The other vampires in the background howled with delight.

"This is all a game, Felis, but in the middle of each game their has to be some obstacles." the vampire said, baring her teeth.

"Yay for us..." Aquila muttered.

Israel appeared in the doorway of a bedroom for a split second, before a older vampire punched him in the face, pushing him back into the room.

"Israel!" Aquila shrieked.

The female vampire advanced on Aquila slowly, making her teeth glint with malice.

"Move back three on your game board." She said, smirking.

Aquila flinched, but the pain never came.

For her, at least.

The female vampire was thrown back by air elemental magic, knocking her into two of the other vampires.

A man blasted through the window, crystal eyes burning with hate. The man snapped his fingers, summoning a flame. He threw the flame at the nearest vampire, kicking and throwing him against the wall.

Aquila let out a gurgled cry when she heard a gun shot in the room, and an anguished yell from Israel.

The man swept his black hair back, pulling a handgun out of his pocket, pointing it at the vampires.

"Get outta my house." the man said with a heavy irish accent.

Aquila shut her eyes quickly, and heard one, two, three, four, five, six, seven shots.

Aquila opened her eyes slowly, and was met with the sight of all the vampires lying dead on the floor.

Something stumbled out the room Israel was in, and Aquila expected to see another vampire. However, it was just Israel, without a scratch.

"Israel..." Breathed Aquila. "How...?"

Israel smiled, and raised an eyebrow.

Aquila blinked. "Oh. Yeah. Right. Your power. Sorry."

Aquila and Israel turned to the man, who was pocketing the shotgun.

"Wait a second..." Aquila whispered. "You...You're March's father!"



WE WILL NEVER REALLY KNOW HOW ISRAEL ESCAPED THAT ONE, BECAUSE I WILL NEVER WRITE ABOUT IT. 


AND NO, I WILL NOT TURN THE CAPS LOCK OFF. 


HEH.




FOLLOW THE PURPLE BRICK ROAD! FOLLOW THE PURPLE BRICK ROAD! BECAUSE THERE IS A SEVERE CAR MUNCHKIN CRASH ON THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD! 


HEHEHEHE! 

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

SP FanFiction Part Six

"We don't know what March's mother did, but it affected Dusk in some way that it makes him want to kill March." Kallista said, rapping her knuckles on the table lightly.

"So it would be sensible that we find out before he comes to kill me again." March reasoned.

Dragona sharpened one of his katana swords. "But where can we find the answer?"

"Are there any other shape shifters in Dublin?" Israel asked Aquila and March.

Aquila frowned. "Not that I know of."

"Maybe there's something in the apartments and houses i used to live in as a kid." March said, jumping up.

"How many houses?" Dragona asked.

"A couple." March smiled. "But we can split up in separate groups."

"With just us, the groups wont be even." Kallista pointed out, counting everyone.

"Oh. I know..." March chuckled.

Aquila frowned "What are you talk-"

March put the iphone to her ear, smiling. "Hi Thalia!"

* * *

March knocked on the door, tapping her foot impatiently. Looking around the bland farm, she had a weird thought of Skulduggery Pleasant dressed as a cowboy and riding a horse.

A small voice came from behind the door. "What's the password?"

"Oh come on! Not again!" March wined.

"What is it?" the voice persisted.

"Ah...Vampires Suck."

"No. That's only a movie."

"Oh yeah..." March stuck out her tongue. "Mercury Lamp?"

"Um...Thats..."

"Mir, what are you doing?" Another voice from the other side asked.

"guarding the door."

"so whats the password? Did she get it?"

"ah..."

"You forgot the password, didnt you?"

"No!"

"So whats the password?"

"Uh..."

The voice sighed, then the door was slowly unlocked to Mir's protests.

Standing in the door was a teenage girl with black and and a golden hair, and a shorter girl about the same age as March with brown hair.

March grinned. "I'm baaaaaaaack!"

•••

Israel and Aquila opened the door to a small apartment, a few dust particles flying in the air.

"This is it?" Aquila asked.

Israel nodded. "This fits the description, and the key fit." He said, holding up a small key March had given him.

"What are we supposed to look for?" Aquila asked.

"Anything that may give us a clue." Israel answered.

Aquila walked into a small hallway to the right, clicking on a light. There were three pictures on the wall, and Aquila spotted fiery hair in two of them.

She walked to the nearest one, blowing the dust away. It was a picture of a group of mages, all smiling and with fire in their hands. Aquila identified them as elementals.The second photo had a small spider crawling on it, and Aquila had to brush it away. Photo two was a picture of a twenty year old woman with long, flaming red hair, weilding a ruby sword, much like March's rubby dagger.

Was this...March's mother?

Quickly moving to the third photo, Aquila's breath was quick. The third photo seemed to be a family one. A younger March sat smiling on a twenty year old mans lap, her mother standing next to them. The man had midnight black hair, with sparkling blue eyes, much like March's eyes. Aquila reconized him fron the first photo, and so he must be an elemental.

That must be March's father.

Aquila ran back to the door, looking for Israel. She ran to the kitchen, but Israel was not to be found.

Then all the windows in the apartment shattered.

•••

Kallista Pendragon and Dragona Pine stared at the small house, puzzled looks on their faces. 


"This is where March used to live?" Kallista asked.


"In her younger years, I assume." Dragona replied.


Kallista looked out the window, seeing the friendly neighborhood that didn't seem like it had any secrets. But that's what she had always thought before she discovered magic.
"Sooo..." Dragona said. "There isnt any trace of anyone living here..."

"Tell me about it..." Kallista muttered, running a finger across the dust covered counter.

"No, really. Theres no picture, no family keepsakes." Dragona muttered, opening a drawer to a table, only to see nothing.

The sound of shattering glass made both their heads jerk up, to a back room. Kallista summoned a flame in her hand, and quickly walked to the source of the sound. 
Dragone turned to follow, when someone cleared their throat behind him.

Dragona spun around to see...The Skeleton Detective, Skuldugery Pleasant!

•••

"I've missed this place so much!" March chimed, running through the rooms and turning on the lights, Mir hot on her heels. March had lived here with her grandparents when she had been little, and it had been nearly fourty years since she had last visited it. Meanwhile, Mira Block and Thalia Circe, her good friends, had lived at the house whenever they were in the area.

"We've kept it in good shape!" Mir said, grinning.

"Meaning...?"

"Thalia didn't break anything."

"Oh. Well that's good."

"But I did." Mir muttered behind March's back, not intenting her to hear.

However, March spun around, shocked. "What?!"

"Nothing." Mir quickly blurted out.

March raised an eyebrow, but continued to the next room. She turned on the light, and...

"Hey wait!" Mir screamed.

...March Fell into thin air.





DUH DUH DUH DUUUUUUUH! 


Yup. My mind is looking for exciting things at the moment, so expect some...odd twists...


Completely mind-blowing, spectacular odd twists, but twists all the same. 

Cirque De Birds

Come one, come all, who is willing to see winged teenagers?

But who is ready to be a winged teenager?

Who will step up to this offer, and become 2% bird, and 98% human?

The answer is...many of you.

Yes, you! Step up now, while there is still room in the flock, and you will receive bird wings and a unimaginable power...


Who is ready to be saved by the kind white coat that goes by the name of Derek Landy? Is there more then meets the eye for him? 


Are you ready? This is only the beginning...

-------------------------

Who's ready? C'mon, don't be shy! i need bird people for this Maximum Ride FanFiction! Who want in?



They're Waiting...


They're Waiting for all of you to upload your fanfictions...and Mr. Bliss's zombie is there, and you don't want to anger him. 

Oh look! Some of their friends! 







And Now...A Bonus. 


WHOEVER UPLOADS FIRST GETS TO PUNCH THE EIGHT YEAR OLD KID WHO SOUNDS LIKE A WEASEL CAUGHT IN A BLENDER! 








Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Maximum Ride, Names, and Other Notable Things...


(LIAR! DEREK IS THE AUTHOR OF THE YEAR! HE DESERVES IT MORE!)


I just started reading the Maximum Ride series.


IT IS SO DANG AWESOME!

Not in general the whole way its written, the plot in my opinion starts too fast, and it too confusing, and the author needs to do a better job with writing it the whole thing. But the whole concept, on the other hand, it BRILLIANT!

The plot is almost as good as skulduggery. but skul-man is better, for its written better, by the brilliant man who is known as Derek Landy.



Why am i telling you this?

Because I can, that's why.

Allrighty. Now for names. The point is, NAMES ARE FUSSED OVER TOO MUCH!

We spend so much time choosing a name for a kid, too much time on nicknames, too much time picking a taken name, too much time picking a screen name, too much time naming the characters in a story.

JUST PICK A NAME AND BE DONE WITH IT!

The what happens if you dont like or whant that name? where are you then? HEH.

Other notable things?

well, im eating kalamari tonight. thats something. i think.

aaaah...

yes. i think thats all.


OH, YES! Almost forgot. Us bloggers are like one big, BIG, HUGE Flock. Meaning, we all have a cool power and have bird wings growing out of our back.

Story to come soon about that.