Post by Lord Cyber on May 8, 2005 19:22:53 GMT -5
Saturn wanted me to try my hand at something more light, less dark...so here we go...
The sun was shining...
The birds were singing...
...and rows of razor-sharp teeth hung precariously above Bishop's head where he lay.
His blurry eyes suddenly came to a sharp focus on those large needles of bone. He reached for the nearest weapon, not sure if he had time to scream for help. It wasn't the most aerodynamic or balanced weapon Bishop had ever wielded, but two thwacks with a pillow made the creature rear back, giving him time to roll off of his bed and onto his feet.
His toes scraped and stumbled against the cold cement floor causing him to fall back against the North wall. He inhaled sharply, ready to let out a yell for his teammates...and then logic finally caught up to him.
The Wyrm, now crouched on his bed, was a slick, leathery creature...it's snout and face looked draconic in nature. It's size rivaled that of a horse and Bishop was pretty sure it could catch and eat one if it needed to. Two front legs ending in claws flexed against the sheets of the bed. It's hollow eyes stared straight at Bishop and a whirring noise came with every breath that passed through those oversized teeth.
It was his roommate's guardian.
"Josh, I don't want that thing waking me up anymore." Bishop ran his right hand across his face to wipe away the sweat. "I'm getting an alarm clock. Today!"
"Whatever." Josh had been sitting on the floor in the middle of the room the entire time. The lethargic teen wore layers of black with small silver chains strapped here and there that served no purpose. Bishop would never be able to understand how this slacker and that monster had come together...or stayed together.
"Rar." The Wyrm croaked the noise with no enthusiasm at all.
Bishop hiked on his pants and a clean shirt. He strapped a rugged leather belt through what loops remained on his tattered jeans and then went for his boots. He kind of felt bad for the creature...the prolonged exposure to Josh didn't appear to be good for it.
Bishop made sure to grab his chain when he left the room. Not the tiny shinies that Josh wore, but something big and strong and hard. Something that would hurt, tangle, and break bone. He clipped it off of his belt like a cowboy would a rope.
"...and where have you been?" his guardian ghost was smiling at him in the hallway.
"Ahh reckon there we're two things ahh could've done fer ya...ahh could've laughed off yer wake-up call in the hall...and ahh reckon I could've laughed in yer face in the room!"
"Good choice." Bishop cricked his neck and began walking past Virgil. The dead gunslinger's body disappeared with a 'pop', but he was still there somewhere.
With Virgil's help, Bishop had entered the preliminaries, defeated every one of his opponents and found his way to this Indian village / tourist trap.
Finding a posse of two for his three man team had proven the difficult part.
Josh was only here because of his older sister, Aimee. And well...Aimee was...
"Can I help Bishop with something? Is there a reason Bishop is standing outside of my room?"
...Aimee was...different. Bishop locked eyes with the girl his age.
"Is there anyway, maybe, you could room with your brother...and is there anyway you can stop talking to me like I'm not in the room?" Bishop raised his eyebrows as he looked down at her. She returned a confused look that made him question whether he had spoken the words in English or some alien language.
After a few long moments of "the look", he prayed silently that Josh wouldn't have the same manic depressive effect on him as he did on that beast.
"Fine. I'm going to go to the store. After breakfast I expect to see you and goth-boy out in the desert. I'm guessing we have about three days to learn to work together or we're finished here."
He didn't wait for a response. He just turned and walked away.
I think I'll cut this one here and write about this group later in a different short.#nosmileys#nosmileys
The sun was shining...
The birds were singing...
...and rows of razor-sharp teeth hung precariously above Bishop's head where he lay.
His blurry eyes suddenly came to a sharp focus on those large needles of bone. He reached for the nearest weapon, not sure if he had time to scream for help. It wasn't the most aerodynamic or balanced weapon Bishop had ever wielded, but two thwacks with a pillow made the creature rear back, giving him time to roll off of his bed and onto his feet.
His toes scraped and stumbled against the cold cement floor causing him to fall back against the North wall. He inhaled sharply, ready to let out a yell for his teammates...and then logic finally caught up to him.
The Wyrm, now crouched on his bed, was a slick, leathery creature...it's snout and face looked draconic in nature. It's size rivaled that of a horse and Bishop was pretty sure it could catch and eat one if it needed to. Two front legs ending in claws flexed against the sheets of the bed. It's hollow eyes stared straight at Bishop and a whirring noise came with every breath that passed through those oversized teeth.
It was his roommate's guardian.
"Josh, I don't want that thing waking me up anymore." Bishop ran his right hand across his face to wipe away the sweat. "I'm getting an alarm clock. Today!"
"Whatever." Josh had been sitting on the floor in the middle of the room the entire time. The lethargic teen wore layers of black with small silver chains strapped here and there that served no purpose. Bishop would never be able to understand how this slacker and that monster had come together...or stayed together.
"Rar." The Wyrm croaked the noise with no enthusiasm at all.
Bishop hiked on his pants and a clean shirt. He strapped a rugged leather belt through what loops remained on his tattered jeans and then went for his boots. He kind of felt bad for the creature...the prolonged exposure to Josh didn't appear to be good for it.
Bishop made sure to grab his chain when he left the room. Not the tiny shinies that Josh wore, but something big and strong and hard. Something that would hurt, tangle, and break bone. He clipped it off of his belt like a cowboy would a rope.
"...and where have you been?" his guardian ghost was smiling at him in the hallway.
"Ahh reckon there we're two things ahh could've done fer ya...ahh could've laughed off yer wake-up call in the hall...and ahh reckon I could've laughed in yer face in the room!"
"Good choice." Bishop cricked his neck and began walking past Virgil. The dead gunslinger's body disappeared with a 'pop', but he was still there somewhere.
With Virgil's help, Bishop had entered the preliminaries, defeated every one of his opponents and found his way to this Indian village / tourist trap.
Finding a posse of two for his three man team had proven the difficult part.
Josh was only here because of his older sister, Aimee. And well...Aimee was...
"Can I help Bishop with something? Is there a reason Bishop is standing outside of my room?"
...Aimee was...different. Bishop locked eyes with the girl his age.
"Is there anyway, maybe, you could room with your brother...and is there anyway you can stop talking to me like I'm not in the room?" Bishop raised his eyebrows as he looked down at her. She returned a confused look that made him question whether he had spoken the words in English or some alien language.
After a few long moments of "the look", he prayed silently that Josh wouldn't have the same manic depressive effect on him as he did on that beast.
"Fine. I'm going to go to the store. After breakfast I expect to see you and goth-boy out in the desert. I'm guessing we have about three days to learn to work together or we're finished here."
He didn't wait for a response. He just turned and walked away.
I think I'll cut this one here and write about this group later in a different short.#nosmileys#nosmileys
