Short Story 4

Warning: This is a long part.

“They’ve been asleep for ages. Why did you hit them so hard?” “I had to, otherwise it would have been a lot harder to get them here.” I groan and roll my head find that I am in a dark room, with the fire as the only source of light. Two men are standing near the fire. “Ah, well at least one of them is awake,” says the first man. The room is very large and mostly empty except for a table and chairs in the middle of the room. As I move towards the man that spoke, I’m yanked back. I look down and I see that chains are tied to my ankles and hands, connected to the wall. I walk back to the wall and I feel bumps where my nunchucks are safely stowed on my back. I grimace in pain as they push into my skin; whatever hit me, hit me hard. I hear clinking of chains from the other side of the room and as my eyes focus, I see Sparky chained like me to the opposite wall. She doesn’t say anything, just gives her death stare. “Good, hopefully they’ll all wake up now,” said the second man. “You son of a bitch,” said Max, and I realise that they didn’t take our mikes out. I smile to myself as the first man walks over to Max and slaps him in the face. Max grunts as a dark trickle runs down his cheek. “You’ll take that back son, or your time here will be most unpleasant,” the man growled. Max says nothing and just glares at him. Aine’s voice cuts the silence. “What do you want with us?” We all know that this is a stupid question but it gives them a reason to talk. The second man laughs and I noticed he had a very low voice, giving him a menacing tone. “Well, in case you didn’t notice, you broke into our house earlier,” “And nearly stole some of our belongings,” adds the first man. “Who are you?” asks Flame. “Oh no. That’s not how things work here, we ask the questions and you give the answers,” said Low-Voice. “But maybe later,” said man one. “Yes, we’ll give you some time to settle in.” They walk towards the door, which opens and then closes softly behind them.

“Does anyone have weapons?” comes Flame in my ear. “I’ve got my nunchucks,” I say. “They’ve done something to my cuffs,” says sparky, frustrated. “I can’t generate electricity.” “And I can’t make fire,” says Max. “I can’t run,” I say. “Ok, Alex. Get your nunchucks, make them swords and cut your chains. Then do Max’s,” orders Flame, speaking quickly. I get my nunchucks make them into diamond swords and I cut my chains. Immediately, feeling rushes into me and I feel whole again, like something was missing from me earlier and I didn’t notice. I race to Max and as I slash his chains to ribbons, his arms flare into flame and he breathes in deeply. I run to Flame and do the same, then Aine and then Sparky. As I cut her chains, her whole body crackles and sparks. We remove the remains of our cuffs as we hurry towards the doors. Sparky and I are on one side, Max and Flame on the other. Aine is in the middle of us at the handle. She slowly turns it and opens the door just a crack. She peers out as we all fear the worst. “All clear,” she breathes, so quiet I can barely hear her. We all creep out and Aine shuts the door behind us. “Everyone grab hold of me,” says Max. We shuffle around until we all have a firm grip on Max. I feel a small ripple that goes from my hand and flows down my body. The ripple make me shudder and I close my eyes, this happens every time. After a moment or two, Max says, “Ok, we’ve got 30 mins until it runs out.” I open my eyes and from my point of view it’s as if nothing’s changed.

We’re in a long corridor, and every little sound that we make echoes and bounces off the concrete. “This way,” says Flame. “I saw them turn towards the right.” We walk down the corridor, and we hear a door opening in the distance. None of us react, we just keep on walking. Three men are walking towards us, talking and in black clothes, they look like guards. We split and they walk between us, taking no notice that they just passed their prisoners. Max’s talents are very unique and I was surprised that they were able to catch him. As well as being able to light himself on fire, he also has invisibility powers, which he can pass on to others for a short amount of time. But passing his invisibility even to one person drains his energy. I look across to him, and I can see that he’s trying to look tough and that nothing is wrong, but I can tell that he’s really trying to keep up with us. As the guards pass out of sight, and the sound of their stomping boots fades away, Aine whispers, “They’re going to find that we’re gone so we’d better get moving.” We all start walking at a faster pace and Max struggles to keep up, his tiredness showing on his face. As we reach the door at the end of the corridor, we hear a shout and then a door open, and someone screams, “They’re gone!” “Ok, now we should run,” says Sparky. I open the door and we race out, Max closing it behind him.

Before us is a stair case made out of grand chocolate wood with a matching handrail. We race up it and wait at the door. The sound of footsteps is absent, even from behind us. Flame opens the door and indicates for us to follow. I shut the door behind us and turn to face the room in front of us. The room is huge, with every weapon imaginable, from swords to guns and bow and arrow to grenades. Torches burn from the walls which give the weapons a threatening look. Flame grins and runs to a pile of weapons which are lying in a corner. As the rest of us follow, we recognise all of our weapons except for mine, which are still on my back. Belts are strapped and swords are slid into their sheaths as the door on the opposite side of the room bursts open and five guards swarm in.

Short Story 3

Question. Did anyone enter for the 10 days of Awesomeness?

Third part to the short story.

I’m on a rooftop, lying flat and not moving. I can see Flame and Aine at the door with the mark on it. The last rays of the sun cast wide shadows that obscure me from view. Max and Sparky are on rooftops of neighbouring houses near me. I only know that they are there because of our mikes. They are barely visible and all you can see is a tiny, skin coloured earbud. They pick up from the vibrations in your jaw and allow you to hear as well as speak. “You’re right Aine, it’s the mark alright,” comes the voice of Sparky. Even though she’s not at the door, I saw her whizz to it and back before you could blink. I only knew this because all of my senses can keep up with fast movement. “Let’s see if this place has anything to offer,” said Flame, keeping his voice low. He turned the handle and walked forward.

Just before he entered the house, we all heard, “Whoa!” “What is it?” I asked. “A dart,” said Flame. “It whizzed right past me, clearly this room has been tampered a bit. Alex, Sparky, jump on the roof and see if you can find another way in.” Me and Sparky flew across the street below and landed lightly on the roof. We began searching, very slowly, for any signs of people, entrances or traps. “Hey,” said Sparky, “Check this out.” I walk over to her and lean down as she pushes a chunk of tiles down. They move together and are on hinges. The room below is very big, with double doors and looks like it belonged to someone very rich. “Bingo,” I said, smiling. “Wait,” says Aine. “Check for any more darts or traps.” I dangle down my belt and a dart flies into it. “Ah, crap,” I say. “I like my belt.” “Hey, look at that,” says Sparky, pointing to the floor. Nearly hidden from view is a small, black button. “Make a mace and drop it onto it,” she says. “If this doesn’t work, you’re paying for another one,” I say, growling. I know that she won’t want to pay for another one because a) they are extremely rare and b) they cost more than you will ever earn in your life. I take out one of my precious nunchucks, turn it into a mace, and then I drop it into the room. A dart flies and hits it, but with no effect. It lands on the button and nothing happens. I dangle down my belt once more, but no darts attack it. “You are sooooo lucky young lady,” I say to Sparky. “Flame, try walking in, I think I’ve disabled it.” A few moments later, we hear a door closing and Flame saying, “Nice work you two.” Sparky and I drop through the roof and I pick up my mace, which turns back into a nunchuck, and is slid back into my belt. We start searching around the room, looking for anything with the mark.

“Incoming,” cuts in Max. My heart speeds up. “Three guys in dark cloaks, heading your way. Don’t come out through the roof, they’ll see you,” says Max, in a low voice. Sparky and I look up and see that the roof tiles have slid into place, with no way of getting back out. I curse and then we hurry to either side of the double door. I pull out my nunchucks, and Sparky makes her hands start to glow. “They’ve reached the door, get ready,” says Max. We hear a door opening and closing below us. A male husky voice reaches us, “Did you not turn on the darts when we left?” Sparky and I look at each other in horror as we realise that we didn’t and couldn’t turn the darts back on, otherwise we would have been skewered. “Someone’s here,” comes another male voice, younger this time. We hear hurried footsteps, getting louder. Sparky and I tense as the footsteps become even louder, and the door handle turns. I slam my nunchucks into the first guy’s head as Sparky shocks the second. They both crumple to the ground with a crunch. I grin but Sparky looks worried. “Max, I thought you said that there were three of them,” she says slowly. “I did. Why?”  The grin fades from my face as something hard slams into my back and my vision goes black.

Short Story 2

This is going well so far but I still don't have a name yet. HELP?!

“Well I’m glad you got here in one piece,” came the voice of Flame Phoenix. There was the sound of clicking and movement as weapons were put away. The room was lit up as fire appeared in Max’s hands. As we walked to the next room, Sparky and Flame embraced, and then quickly followed us. The next room had a lantern in the centre of the floor and no furniture. This is because the meetings had to have no chance of overhearing and shape shifters have nothing to impersonate. Max bent down, lit the lantern and sat down. The rest of us followed suit and sat in a circle. I look around and I recognise every face; Flame Phoenix, Aine Delours, Max, and of course Sparky Braginski. All of us have individual talents and different weapons strapped on our backs or on belts. “Well, now we’re all here, let’s get down to business,” said Flame. “What’s happening? I’ve nearly been killed five times in the past week, and that’s more than usual,” exclaimed Aine. “Same here,” I said and the others nodded. Sparky leaned forward and spoke.

“After a number of guys came and tried to kill me, I piled up the bodies in the corner of my room. I was looking at them one day and noticed something on one of their shoulders. It was a mark of fire with two snakes encircling it. I checked the others and they had the same mark. I looked at books but the mark wasn’t a symbol that is known.” “I think that I noticed something too,” I put in. “Before we left, I saw something dark on his arm.” “I might have seen something too,” said Aine. “Me too,” said Flame and Max. “So,” said Sparky. “We all have been attacked recently and all with the same mark.” “Could this have anything to do with the Square?” I asked. The Square happened a month ago and we took down all of the UK’s zombies in one night and we nearly died ourselves. The Square was the main place where we fought. “It might,” said Flame. Aine gasped and said, “I saw the mark on a door just before I passed out at Manchester.” We all started at that. “Should we go and check it out?” asked Max. “Yeah,” said Flame. “Have we got everything?” We all nodded, stood up and walked to the wall. “See you there,” said Aine, with a grin. And as one, we stepped into the wall and vanished into the darkness.

Short Story 1

This is the first bit of a story which I haven't decided on a name yet. Ideas?



I slid my nunchucks back into my belt, his bloody face hitting the ground. “And I just cleaned that carpet,” I sighed. “Yeah, well just clean it again,” came a voice from the door. I knew that voice all too well. Sparky Braginski stepped over his body, lowering her crackling hands to the ground. We slid into our natural handshake, Sparky finishing the last punch with a little shock that I was used to by now. “We make a good team bro,” I said, smiling. “Yeah, I know that already,” she said, with a cheeky grin. We both looked down at the body at our feet. “Wonder how he got here,” I said. “He walked.” “Did you see him?” “Yeah, but I waited ‘till saw that he was heading here, in case.” “That’s the third time this week, something’s up.” “Yeah, there is, that’s why I came. We need to go to and see the gang.” The gang meetings rarely happened and if one did, then it meant bad stuff. Really bad stuff.  “This organised by you?” “Yep, at the usual place.” “Ok, ready, go!” I tore into a run. Now I don’t run like a normal person, because I’m not a normal person. I can run at up to 500km per hour but I’m not gonna waste all my energy just to get to the meeting. I can save that for a later time. For now, I’m gonna cruise along at 300km per hour, quite simple and easy for me. It takes five minutes to get there, considering it’s on the other side of the country. Why Flame lives there I don’t know and Sparky doesn’t like it either. But it gives us a chance to have some competition.

I beat her by a millisecond. “Ha! I’m still the best!” She rolls her eyes and we are now standing in front of a graffiti-covered wall. The average person wouldn’t look twice at this, but for us, this is important. We walk to the wall and lean into it, our backs touching it. After a few moments, the wall shimmers and we fall into the wall. We collapse to the floor in a dark, musty room. As we look up we are surrounded by people, with weapons at the ready

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