"Scorch, could we talk this over?" asked my friend, Blaster. "Why should we? You know that I hate water!!!" "Scorch, Blaster!!! Stop now!!!" yelled Earthquake. Why must he act like he's the mature one here when none of us are? I thought. "Earthquake, I'm going to kill Blaster one day and you know it!!" Earthquake looked at me with a strange look. "Scorch, you're not going to kill him. You say things and you never do them." Of course as usual he was right. Why must he always be right? "Hey did anyone else hear something?" asked Blaster. Earthquake and I exchanged glances. "We didn't hear anything Blaster." said Earthquake. Then how come he did? I asked myself. "Hm... I'm going to follow the sound." said Blaster. Then he ran as fast as he could after the sound. "Scorch, should we go after him?" asked Earthquake. "No, just let him. If he gets in trouble, he'll come running back like a cheetah with a sugar rush." I don't know why but I always said this about Blaster. Then we both heard a big crash. I really hope that was a chemical plant explosion... I thought. And then that's when everything went down hill...
Hercul retired from he warrior status to live on as one of the dragon elders.
Hercul is a very wise dragon with knowledge that no other dragon seems to understand besides his grandson, Drakero. He can be intimidating upon site, but he is actually a kind man. He loves to light incenses in his house, but dislike the taste of cherries.
Despite his age, and not being as good as he was in his prime, Hercul can hold his own in a fight. Like his son Almaldo, and grandson, Drakero, Hercul is freakishly strong. He can bench press up to 20 tons.
(In other words, Hercul don't play)
I have to use a friends computer to type this because my other one if filled with viruses....I wont be continuing the Virus9073-AD story until it's fix or I get a loner laptop from the library. So if you are reading it please forgive me for not sending chapter two yet. Also, I also curse writers block for getting me stuck on one particular part of the story so If I do get a loner, it may take me a little while to figure out something to write. I guess it's just school that stresses me out. Haha!
The bed wheels squeaked on the floor. Was windy awake? She couldn't be sure. Oh god... was she dying? NO. She couldn't give up now. not with so much on the line. The wheels seemed to squeak even louder, ringing and ringing, until she could hear nothing but the bells of hevean in front of her face. This was the end, wasn't it?
Suddenly, spike appeared in front of her, and splashed a bit of water on her face.
"You okay?" he asked.
"no...no what's going on?"
Spike gave no answer. He nodded at kitty to signal for her to leave and get to the escape route.
"We're only trying to help, Windy."
He picked her up from the bed and sped off into the distance. The other three were waiting outside as they placed her in a van. After that, everything went black.
Suddenly, spike appeared in front of her, and splashed a bit of water on her face.
"You okay?" he asked.
"no...no what's going on?"
Spike gave no answer. He nodded at kitty to signal for her to leave and get to the escape route.
"We're only trying to help, Windy."
He picked her up from the bed and sped off into the distance. The other three were waiting outside as they placed her in a van. After that, everything went black.
Gizbin:
I am the one who rules,
I seem to think nothing is stronger than me.
But there is one thing what is even more powerful,
That is the one word named: ℓσνє
Ribbon:
I may of broken a heart,
and I knew this from the start.
But I could never of broken the arrow what struck through mine.
Albion:
Why is my life as a sheriff?
Why do I waist my time in this job?
Why would I even write a poem about it?
And even worse! Why am I a snob?!
Flame:
MY BROTHER IS NOTHING BUT A IDIOT. (lol)
I am the one who rules,
I seem to think nothing is stronger than me.
But there is one thing what is even more powerful,
That is the one word named: ℓσνє
Ribbon:
I may of broken a heart,
and I knew this from the start.
But I could never of broken the arrow what struck through mine.
Albion:
Why is my life as a sheriff?
Why do I waist my time in this job?
Why would I even write a poem about it?
And even worse! Why am I a snob?!
Flame:
MY BROTHER IS NOTHING BUT A IDIOT. (lol)