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[Frogs557]

here is what i have written so far...

CHAPTER 1
The first thing I heard was the explosion. Then I heard the screams. There was screaming and explosions. Screaming and explosions meant Deiran was back. That meant trouble. Trouble meant I had to get there. Having to get there meant I had to run as fast as I can. Aren’t I just a supercomputer of logic? As I ran, many thoughts went through my head.
Chaos. Complete and utter chaos…
Run .let someone else deal with it. Get away from there. Danger. Too much danger. Don’t do it. People. Innocent people. Death. Destruction. Chaos…
As these final thoughts of civilians dying hit me, I realized I could not run away. I had power here, and with that power came the duty of protecting people who didn’t have power. I resolved then that I would stop this monster once and for all.
But when I got to the scene of destruction I realized it wasn’t Deiran. It was Beast. He had come here. I didn’t know what to do to beat him, but I knew I had to fight.
“Help me…”
I looked down to see I had almost stepped on a small boy about six years old. He was completely buried in rubble except for his head and shoulders and his right arm, which he was using to try to lift a large slab of broken concrete off his left arm.
“Please help me…” He pleaded weakly. His voice was hoarse and tired from terrified screaming.
I reached down and lifted the block off him. It was light, probably only weighing 150 pounds. I hefted it easily and threw it away. It crashed into the last remaining wall of an Italian restaurant and shattered.
“Brace yourself.” I told the boy, sliding my hands under his arms and grabbing him. “This is really going to hurt.”
I pulled on him with all my might and yanked him out of what would have been his grave. He screamed in pain. The bottom half of his body was bruised and broken. I set him down on the ground. He instantly collapsed.
“I don’t think you’ll be able to walk.” I said.
I looked up and saw a few people fleeing Beast. They were the fortunate ones. Usually no one got away from the Beasts claws.
“You!” I said, grabbing a passing man by the arm. “Take this boy and carry him to safety!”
He shook his head and tried to wrench himself out of my grasp. That was when I got angry.
“TAKE HIM!” I shouted, my eyes glowing and my free fist beginning to pulsate with energy.
“Alright!” he said, horrified, “Just don’t hurt me!”
I picked up the boy with one hand and put him into the mans arms.
“Take him far away.” I pointed to the east, in the direction he had been running. “Run until you drop. Then get up and run another ten miles.”
He nodded, frozen in place.
“GO!” I shouted. He bolted.
I brushed past some of the fleeing people. Most of them looked at me like I was crazy for wanting to go toward the danger. But none of them tried to stop and warn me. At least the people here were smarter than the people in Saan…
Then I met the Beast. Well, I met him if you call getting body slammed by someone at five-hundred miles per hour meeting them. The air rushed out of my lungs and I went flying backward.
I slammed into a wall and broke through it. I slammed into another wall and broke through that. Then I slammed into another wall and smashed through it like it was nothing. I went through two more walls before I came out the other side of the building.
I hit the ground and skidded through another wall before coming to a stop. I felt like I was on fire. Every part of my body was screaming in pain. But I forced myself to get up. I had been hurt worse than this before, and I had healed from those.
I looked through the holes I had made in the walls and saw beast standing and watching me. He bared his teeth at me and charged. Now I don’t know if you comprehend how fast he charged. Beast has this little thing he does. He can run in very short bursts faster than your eyes can track him. That means if he charges at you, he’s on you before your eyes can register he’s even moved.
This is what he did to me. I went flying backward, flipping through the air, going through more walls as if they were paper mache. I felt the impact of the first dozen walls, but after that I was completely numb.
I groaned as I regained consciousness, by entire body aching like nothing I had ever felt before. I had heard a friend once say he felt like he’d been hit by a freight train. I felt like I’d been hit by ten thousand. I looked down at myself and saw that I was very badly bruised, but mostly in one piece.
I didn’t know how I was still alive. I knew that my many abilities included insane healing speed, but I didn’t know how I had stayed alive after that hit. I looked around and found that I was in a ditch about four feet deep. After I crawled out I realized the ditch had been dug by my own body as it spiraled through the air and skidded along the ground. It went on for about three miles then became shallower and shallower until it leveled out in a grassy field.
I looked on and saw what looked like a city in the distance. This was insane. Judging by the distance I was from the city, Beast had hit me at least twenty miles. And by the look of the sun I had traveled that distance in about one minute. This was after smashing through buildings and skidding on the ground. Nuts.
I began running to the city, pain lancing through my body. But along with the pain came a relieving cracking sound from my body. If you’ve ever jumped on bubble wrap, that is what it sounded like. I knew what the sound was. My bones were knitting and pushing back into place.
I had to be running eighty miles per hour or more, but it was still taking too long to get back. Each minute or so I saw a building fall in the city. This was horrible. However, it confirmed that beast was still there. I hoped he was there when I got back. I had a score to settle.
I had to go faster. I pushed myself to the limit but still wasn’t fast enough. Then I tripped. I still don’t know how I tripped, I usually don’t. But this time I did, and I went diving skydiving… I mean ground diving.
I closed my eyes so I wouldn’t get dirt in them when I hit, so I didn’t see that the ground was not rushing up to meet me. Five seconds after I tripped, I opened my eyes. And found that I was flying two feet off the ground. I didn’t know how I was doing it, but at least it was faster than running. I was going about one hundred miles per hour now.
I was rapidly approaching the city. I passed what was left of a building. I was there. I weaved in and out of the wreckage, then suddenly I couldn’t fly. I dropped like a stone. A really fast stone.
Crashing through the rubble hurt, but not nearly as much as when I was hit by Beast. I got up and was surprised to see a



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[Frogs557]

CHAPTER 2
“Kevin?” My typing was interrupted by the familiar yell of my mother. “KEVIN!”
It was louder this time. I knew I should probably answer.
“Uuuhhh… what?”
“Kevin Frederics.” She stomped into my room wearing a scowl on her face. “You take your eyes off that computer and come eat your dinner.”
“Can I at least finish this sentence?” I asked not looking away from my laptop screen.
“No. I did not slave over a hot oven to have my son put a silly story before my cooking.” She held up a wooden stirring spoon and shook it. At this angle it looked like the smiling face on her “kiss the cook” apron was glaring at me.
“Okay, okay.” I said reluctantly. I saved my work and shut the laptop.
Dinner was dinner. We had spaghetti and garlic bread. I don’t know why I’m telling you this. I guess I really need a life.
After dinner I went outside and sat on our hill overlooking Crater Lake. The sunset cast a luminous reflection on the water. This was the perfect place to concentrate. This was the perfect place to think.
I decided to work on my story. I pulled my laptop out of its case. (I always carry it with me) And flipped it open.
I will never forget that sunset. I will never forget that night. Because it was that night that it first happened.

CHAPTER 3

It came suddenly and unexpectedly. I resumed typing where I left off.
I got up and was surprised to see a-
Man. Standing right in front of me. He was holding his hands over his stomach, trying to stem the flow of blood from a claw slash. He looked at me and gasped. I could tell he was trying to tell me something, but he couldn’t.
This was exactly what I was about to type. Only I wasn’t typing this. It was real. As I stared at the man, he doubled over and died.
“What…what….” I stammered. Then I looked around.
I was in a ruined city. There were bodies everywhere. I looked down at myself and saw that I was wearing the clothes of my main character. The same faded jeans, the same red shirt, and the same white high - top shoes.
I stumbled backward in surprise. I tripped and fell on the hood of a smashed car, found what was left of the car mirror and stared at my face. Or rather, his face. I recognized it immediately. Not that I had actually seen that face before, but it had jet black hair, brown eyes, thin lips, the beginnings of stubble on the chin.
It was the sixteen year old face of Xairin, my main character. It looked exactly the way I had envisioned it. I couldn’t believe it. I had to be dreaming. Maybe I had dozed off while watching the sunset.
Then I heard the whooshing sound behind me. Something was approaching very fast. I spun around to see Beast stop in front of me. He also looked just as I had thought he would.
Like a part human part animal creature. His head was like that of a lion, but with a longer snout, like a crocodile. He had a mane on his short neck that looked almost like it was made of feathers. His powerful arms look like a gorillas arms, with long, straight claws at the end of large, humanoid hands. He had no fingers, just claws. His torso looked like a tiger; brown with black stripes. The closest parts of his body to being human were his legs, and they looked mostly like those of a cheetah. Behind him swayed a long, serpentine tail, with a tuft of fur at the end. I looks could kill I would be dead. He was extremely ugly, and yet there was a sort of feline grace about him, a sort of relative beauty. He appeared to be about seven feet tall when I saw him, standing on his hind legs, sort of semi-hunched over, like a gorilla whose hands never touched the ground. I estimated he could be more than ten feet tall if he stood up fully.
And I cannot begin to speak of his eyes. Those eyes were the kind that could kill you just by looking at you. Although they would not have to. His claws would do that just fine. Then I got the first look at his teeth. As he opened his mouth I saw them. Rows upon rows of razor sharp, two inch long teeth. His breath was rancid, smelling of blood and decaying flesh.
And then he spoke. I did not expect him to speak here; I had not written in my book that he could speak. But he did, and with a voice that sounded half like nails on a chalkboard and half like a dark whisper.
“You are a very hard one to kill, Xairin Kamuri.” He looked at me with scorn, as if he blamed me for surviving his attacks. He continued, “Twice we have met. And twice I have thought I killed you.” He lifted his right hand, his claws red with the blood of many he had killed. “But this time I will make sure you are dead.”
I was too terrified to speak. I knew Xairin would be scared too. But Xairin would speak. Only, I was not Xairin. I was Kevin Frederics, I was a nerd, and I had never even been in a fight. I had been beaten up more than a few times, but I had never been able to fight back.
Then it came to me. I could fight back here. Kevin Frederics didn’t have any power to fight back against people who attacked him, but Xairin Kamuri did. And at the moment, as far as I was concerned, I was Xairin Kamuri.
“No snappy reply this time, eh?” Beast laughed. “Perhaps you’ve accepted that you cannot beat me.”
I realized then that I could not beat him. I decided to write Xairin losing this battle. And Xairin was experienced with his power. I was new to it. Beast was too strong.
“Are you not even going to move?” He asked spitefully. “Perhaps you need some motivation.” Then he was gone.
Beast came back a second later holding a six year old boy in his claws. I don’t know how he did it, but he had manipulated his claws in a way that they acted as fingers. And they were wrapped around the head of an unconscious boy. I recognized the boys face.
It was the face I had thought up for the boy Xairin had pulled out of the rubble.
“I found him on the side of the road.” Beast said. “He was trying to drag himself along.” He squeezed, bringing a scream from the boy. “The poor thing couldn’t even walk.” His voice was dripping with sarcasm. I could tell his concern was fake. He sounded more like a cat that was bragging about how easily it had pounced on a mouse.

[kaze_krazy]

I'm liking this, it very interesting ^.^

You're very descriptive in your writing, which is great. Also, you keep the reader intrigued

keep up the good work

[Frogs557]

I'm liking this, it very interesting ^.^

You're very descriptive in your writing, which is great. Also, you keep the reader intrigued

keep up the good work

thank you very much! i am glad you like it!

[Twilight Sora]

Very good. You keep it interesting. A little long though. I would've put the first chapter and the second together, and then put the third one to it, but overall very good. :)

[Frogs557]

Very good. You keep it interesting. A little long though. I would've put the first chapter and the second together, and then put the third one to it, but overall very good. :)

thanx you too:D spread the word in sexy clan that they need to read it:cool:

[Frogs557]

why is nobody posting here?