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Okay, this is the first book in 'The History of the Dragoon Judges'. This first book will be five chapters long exactly. No more, no less. Then comes the second book, then the third, then the forth, then finally the fifth. The books will go in order of who came first, starting with Mike. Mike is the first book, Saphira the second, Milro and Phirala the third since them two came together, Hajeri the forth, and I saved the best for last; the Dragoon Queen. I know, I know. The Dragoon Queen didn't come last, but I thought I'd save her for last 'cause she's the Queen outta all of 'em, and well, her story is a whole lot longer. Well, enjoy!
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Disclaimer: I own everything that I created. Mike, his parents and grandparents, his history, everything. I don't own Legend of Dragoon, New York, or anything like that. I own only the stuff that I created. That's all.
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Introduction
Mike, the Dream Dragoon......a stranger to Endiness...... Who is he, you ask? Why, of course, he is the first of my beloved Dragoon Judges! His story takes place on a planet very familiar to you, dear reader. It takes place on............Earth.
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Chapter I:
December 24th, 1984
A small, red haired boy was stretched out across his bed. His room was small, with wood floors and green walls. There was a black dresser with white handles sitting up against the wall that his bed was up against. A single window was between the bed and dresser. A television was sitting on that dresser with a pillow in the floor four feet in front of it. The seven-year-old boy yawned as he sat up and stretched. He got out of bed and quickly dressed himself in heavy dark green jeans and a green sweater. He ran over to the window, pulled back the curtains, and looked out. White snow covered everything. A huge smile appeared on his face. He quickly ran out of his room, and down the hallway. The hallway walls had been painted white.
He lived with his mother and father in New York. They lived in a rather expensive Victorian house. He ran past the bathroom, and burst into his parents' room.
"Mom! Dad! Wake up!" He jumped on the bed and crawled up to his mother. "Mom, you said you'd wake up!"
"Huh?" His mother, Caroline, sat up. "What is it, Mike?"
Caroline was twenty-four. She had the same blood red hair and bright green eyes that her son, Mike, had.
"You promised me that you'd wake up early so we could play outside and put up the Christmas tree!" The little boy, Mike, reminded his mother.
"What time is it?" His father, Peter, asked.
Peter was thirty-one. He had dark, brown hair and dark brown eyes.
Caroline looked over at the clock. "Six-thirty A.M."
"Go back to bed, Mikey boy." Peter used Mike's nickname, trying to get him to listen to him.
"Bbbuuuuutttt, daaaaaad, can't we have at least one Christmas breakfast together?" Mike begged.
"Christmas is tomorrow. Go back to bed." Peter rolled over on his side and closed his eyes.
"Listen, sweetie, we'll wake up in a bit to have a Christmas Eve breakfast, okay?" Caroline ran her right hand through her son's blood red hair.
"Okay." Mike pouted. He crawled out of the bed, and slowly made his way out of the room.
Once he was outside of the room, and the door was shut, he ran down the hall, then the stairs, then finally slid into the kitchen. He began humming.
"I'm gonna fix mom and dad some breakfast." He told no one in particular.
Just as he was opening up the refrigerator, someone picked him up and sat him on top of the counter.
"Sweetie, you just won't give up, will you?" Caroline kissed him on the forehead. "How about you just go wait up in your room and draw or something? I'll fix us some breakfast, okay?"
"Okie-dokie!" He hopped off the counter and ran back up to his room.
Once he ran into his room, he jumped onto his bed. He sat there for a moment and looked around his room. He hopped up and walked to the window. All he saw was snow.
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"Mike! Mike, dear! Please come down here! It's time to put up the Christmas tree!" His mother called to him from downstairs.
Mike took a glance towards his clock. 6:38 P.M. He ran out of his room and down towards the living room.
Once he stepped into the living room, he froze.
"Where's dad?" He looked around.
Caroline looked angry. "Your father had to leave." She smiled. "Would you like to go tell Alisyia Merry Christmas?"
"Sure!" Mike smiled.
Alisyia was their neighbor. She was a thirty year old woman and very nice. They had been neighbors ever since they had moved here.
"Remember to come right back here, okay?"
"Okie-dokie!" Just as he was leaving the house, he heard his mother mutter something.
"Stupid man. Going out drinkin' again and on Christmas Eve! I swear! One of these days he's going to lose it and end up in jail!" He had heard his mother say.
His perky attitude just went away. 'Dad's drinkin' again. Poor mom. Hopefully he doesn't come home drunk.' He sighed, but ran towards Alisyia's house.
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Mike and Caroline had already finished setting up the tree and were now eating dinner. The front door opened then slammed shut.
"Oh, dear. Mike please-" Caroline was cut short when she saw his father walk into the kitchen.
"Why are you havin' dinner without me? Am I not part of the family anymore?" Peter stared coldly at Caroline.
"You were gone and Mike was hungry."
"I don't really care about that kid! I'm hungry!" Peter pulled out a seat and sat down at the table.
Mike knew his father was drunk. 'Why'd it have to be now'
"Peter, please! You're gonna scare Mike!" Caroline stood up. "Mike, please go up to your room while your father and I have a little chat."
Mike obeyed without hesitation and ran up to his room as fast as he could. He laid down on his bed and just stared at the ceiling.
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Mike woke up by a woman screaming. He shot up in his bed and looked at his clock. He could barely see it because it was so dark, but he managed to tell that it was 4:58 in the morning. He crawled out of his bed and snuck out of his room. He sat on the top step of the stairs. He could see the living room from where he was sitting.
"NO!!" He heard his mother scream. He saw her crawling out of the kitchen and towards the front door. It looked like she was trying to escape. He soon saw his father coming out of the kitchen; he was calm, and in his hand, he held a butcher knife.
Mike's heart began to pick up speed and his eyes went wide once he saw that knife.
"Mom." That word just barely escaped Mike's mouth.
Caroline tried to reach for the doorknob, but the knife stopped her. It was slammed up against the door, making her shriek. It just barely missed her hand.
"Where do you think you're goin', my dear wife?" Peter's voice sounded......evil.
Mike knew for a fact that his father was very drunk. He watched in fear as his mother backed up against the wall. Peter was now blocking the door.
"Please, just leave me alone." Caroline begged.
He swung the knife right above her head, making her shriek once more.
"PLEASE STOP!!" Caroline yelled.
The next thing that Peter did was terrifying. He lowered the knife and BAM!! Caroline's throat was cut from ear to ear. Mike gasped, which was a bad thing to do at a time like this. As his mother's lifeless body hit the floor, his father turned around and faced him.
"Hey, Mikey boy. Why don't ya come down here and give your daddy a hug?" Peter had an evil look in his eyes.
Mike's eyes were still wide as he began backing up. Peter walked towards him; bloody butcher knife in hand.
Mike quickly ran up to his room and shut the door and locked it. He knew that wouldn't stop his father but he had no where else to go. He made his way to his window and tried to open it. It was stuck.
"Come on! Open!" He kept on trying to open the window, but it just wouldn't open. Just then, the door was kicked down.
"Why don't ya wanna hug your daddy, Mikey?" Peter came closer to him.
Mike took a deep breath and ran towards him. He slid on the floor and right in-between his legs. He stood up and made a run for it. Peter ran after him. Mike froze right when he saw his mother's body. Red blood matched Caroline's red hair. Mike looked behind him only to find the brown haired man running after him. Mike quickly snapped back to reality and headed for front door. It was stuck. He fiddled with the locks, but a knife went into the door. Mike was lucky that he had ducked or else he would've had a knife in his head. He turned around and ran into the kitchen; searching for a possible way out. He just thought of the back door, but that was in the basement. As he was running towards the basement door, Peter slid in and blocked the way.
"Oooohh Miiikeeey booooyyy." Peter walked towards him. Mike had backed up into a corner and had no where else to go. Mike looked around and saw his weapon of choice. The hammer. He took a deep breath, then lunged at Peter. Peter stumbled back a bit, enough to give Mike room to jump for the hammer. He grabbed it, and swung it at Peter. The hammer hit Peter's leg, shattering the leg bones. He screamed out in pain. Mike made a run for the basement door.
He ran down the stairs, and ended up rolling down them instead. He struggled to rise to his feet. He could hear Peter struggling to come down the stairs. Mike managed to stand and run towards the basement door.
Just his luck. The basement door was locked from the other side! He looked out of the glass window on the door and saw nothing. He noticed he had dropped the hammer up in the kitchen. He thought quickly and grabbed a chair and slammed it into the window. The window shattered. Peter had just now stepped off the stairs.
"Get...BACK...HERE!" Peter yelled as Mike out of the basement through the broken window.
He continued to run until he reached Alisyia's house. He began banging on the door.
"PLEASE!! OPEN THE DOOR!!" He shouted.
A brunette haired woman opened the door. "Mike? What are doing here so early in the morning? Is everything alright?"
"Alisyia! Please, call the cops!" Mike ordered as he ran inside the house.
"First tell me what's going on." Alisyia put her hand on the boy's left shoulder. "Please, tell me."
Mike took a deep breath. "Mom...she's......DAD KILLED HER!!"
Alisyia's eyes widened. "What?!"
"Dad had been d-drinking again and he just f-finally lost it. He...he tried to kill me...so I-I ran and came h-here. I thought it would be s-safer." He struggled to tell her what happened because he was beginning to cry. "I had h-hit him with-with a hammer but he was still-he was still coming after me!"
Alisyia grabbed the phone. Mike sat down on the couch and waited. Alisyia sat down beside him a minute or two later.
"Don't worry. The cops will be here to arrest him in a few minutes." She looked at the clock. "The sun should rise in a bit. Would you like to rest until then?"
All Mike could do was shake his head 'no'. Alisyia nodded and went into the kitchen. Mike had a bad feeling about being here, and he always trusted his feelings. They were always right. He turned around and looked out of the window that was behind the couch. He squinted his eyes to see better. He saw someone, or something, limp over towards where the backdoor was; which just happened to be in the kitchen.
Mike quickly jumped to his feet and towards the kitchen. "ALISYIA!! HE'S BACK!!" He stormed into the kitchen.
Alisyia smiled at him. "He isn't back, child. He wouldn't be able to walk if you had hit him in the leg with a hammer."
"But-but I never-I never told you that I had hit him in the leg with the hammer..." Mike stared at Alisyia.
"Why of course you did, Mike."
"No-no I didn't. I just said that I-I had hit him with the hammer. I-I didn't say w-where." He backed up as Alisyia walked towards him slowly.
"But you did, Mikey." Her eyes were filled with the same evil as his dad's.
He was now completely terrified. His heart began to speed up again. As he turned to run, someone burst through the backdoor, stopping him in his tracks.
"Hello again, Mikey boy." Peter smiled that evil smile.
Mike turned around only to find Alisyia right behind him. "W-why?"
"You see, Peter and I are...engaged." Alisyia showed Mike the shiny diamond ring on her ring finger. "We needed money to move away to Hollywood, California. The insurance money from your mother and you, that is. All we had to do was kill you both." Alisyia smiled at Mike. "Of course, you're father is better at killing when he's drunk." She smiled sweetly at Peter.
Mike stared at her in disbelief. 'Mom......' He wiped tears from his eyes, and glared at Alisyia. "Well, you ain't gettin' this boy's insurance money!" He jumped on top of the counter, crawled across it, hopped off, then made a run for it. Alisyia was running after him and Peter was limping after him.
He just now realized that Alisyia obviously didn't call the cops because it had already been thirty minutes and no cops had come. He grabbed the phone and dialed 911.
"Hello?" A woman's voice was on the other end.
"Please! Help me! They're trying to kill me!" Mike shrieked.
"Where are you?"
"I'm at-hello? Hello?" He lowered the phone and looked over. Alisyia held the phone cord in her hand. He gasped, then threw the phone at her. She took a direct hit in the face. He turned and ran. Peter blocked the exit. Mike didn't care though. He ran right up to him, and kicked him in the leg that had been shattered. Peter fell to the floor; holding his leg.
Mike unlocked the door and ran out. He ran through the snow without a problem. If only he could get to the city...............
Their house was in the middle of a forest, away from busy traffic and huge buildings. The closest road that he could think of was on the other side of the forest. He kept running. Alisyia was right behind him.
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Mike had been running for a long time. He didn't know how long he had been running, but his sides were aching. He finally came to the road. He looked behind him to see if Alisyia was still behind him. She wasn't. He thought he saw something move in the bushes, and without thinking, he ran across the road. A car sped towards him and the headlights were bright. Mike froze and covered his head. The lights were so blinding bright. He could now hear the evil laughter of his father as the car drove closer to him.
The car was probably going well over seventy miles per hour and the man in the driver's seat was laughing as he drove closer to the frightened boy in the middle of the road.
The car was just yards away from Mike when something appeared in front of Mike. A woman. The woman looked to be about twenty, and just seemed to float above the ground just several inches.
"YOU WILL NOT KILL THIS BOY!!!" The woman yelled. She was wearing a long, pale blue dress with pink ribbons around her waist and forearms. Her long, white hair was put up in a ponytail; a single blue ribbon held it up. Her sea blue eyes stared coldly at the man in the car. She held both hands out, palms facing the car. "GET AWAY FROM HIM NOW!!!"
A strong gust of wind seemed to come out of the strange woman's hands. The car was literally thrown off of the road. It tumbled down the hill. Before the car blew up, the woman could see the man crawling out of the car, badly hurt.
She bent down and looked at the boy. He was laying on the ground, out cold.
"Poor boy." She sighed, but smiled. "I will watch over you for now on, Mike. You shall never get hurt." Her warm smile faded when she heard cop sirens. 'Oh dear. Humans are coming. I must be going now before they find me.' She disappeared in a flash of light.
A police car pulled up several yards away from the boy lying in the middle of the road.
"What the-" The cop got out of the car, and ran up to Mike. "It's a-a boy." He saw the smoke coming from farther down the hill. When he went to check it out, he saw a man lying there next to a blown up car. "Oh my God......"
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Mike opened his eyes and found himself lying in a hospital bed. His grandparents, from his mother's side, were sitting in chairs next to the bed he was in.
"Grandma? Grandpa? Where am I?" He sat up.
"Mike!" Both his grandparents said in unison as they jumped up from their seats.
Greg, his grandfather, was a tall, gray haired man always in blue striped shirts and blue jeans. His grandmother, Susan, was a short, white haired woman in a pink shirt and tan shorts.
"How are you feeling, Mikey?"
"Do you remember what happened?"
"Are you hungry?"
Questions were coming out of his grandparent's mouths, but he wasn't paying much attention to what they were saying.
"I-I-I.........DAD!! Where is he? He's not here, is he??!!" Mike literally jumped out of his bed, worried that his father would come through that door and try to kill him again.
"He's here, but not in this room. He's being treated for his injuries. Why?" His grandmother looked at him with confusion.
'They obviously don't know what happened to......mom......' He kept himself from crying again. "Dad and Alisyia are engaged. They planned to get some money and move to Hollywood, California."
"Well, they don't have enough money. We surely won't give them any." Greg said.
"But that's the problem! They had already thought of a plan to get money. They were gonna kill me and my mother for our insurance money!" Mike yelled. He didn't get a chance to finish telling them about his mother. His grandfather interrupted him.
"Your mother told us that she would be leaving early in the morning for a new job offer, so I hope she hasn't left already. Susan, please call Caroline."
"STOP!!" Mike shouted at the top of his lungs. Both people looked at him. "She hasn't left the house! She'll still be in the house but her bloody body will be layin' near the front door because she's DEAD!! DO YOU GET IT?! DEAD!!! DEADDEADDEADDEADDEAD!!!" He was beginning to freak out. He kept mouthing the word 'dead' as he slowly laid down and began crying on the pillow.
Both grandparents looked at him with shocked looks on their faces.
"Greg, please go tell the cops to come here. I will try to talk to Mike." Susan began rubbing Mike on the back.
Greg slowly stood up and left the room.
"Tell me exactly what happened, Mikey." Susan said to him sweetly.
"I-I'd rather wait to-to tell it to the cops. I-I don't want to hafta repeat it tw-twice..." Mike sniffed and rubbed his eyes.
"Okay. I understand." Susan held back her own tears.
Mike just sat there until he had to go to the police station thirty minutes later.
"So can you tell us what happened?" The tall cop asked him.
"It was early in the morning, maybe five, I don't remember. I had woke up because I......I had heard someone sc-scream..." Mike sniffed. "......so I went to go see what it was, and I......I......" He took a deep breath. "He...knife......blood......mom......" He was now having trouble saying complete sentences.
"We shouldn't be doing this to seven year old boy! It's just too much for him!" Susan cried.
"But he's the only one who witnessed the murder!" The cop cleared his throat. "We have found the body, but we have no proof that he was the one who killed her."
"HE KILLED HER AND TRIED TO KILL ME TOO!! ALISYIA WAS ALSO PART OF IT!!" Mike stood up suddenly, hands balled up into fists. "I think you have what you wanted. Please, let me leave......"
As he was leaving the room, he heard the cops talking amongst each other.
"It's a good thing we have that whole conversation on tape. I don't think that kid can handle telling what happened in court." One cop said to another.
"I agree."
Mike sighed. They were right. He couldn't handle telling all that again. He was just about to burst into tears just thinking about it!
"You can come stay with us in West Virginia." Susan wrapped her arm around Mike. Mike shuddered as she did so. As his grandparents quietly got into their car, Mike just stood there at the open back door of the car. He stared at the leather seats. He frowned, then sat down inside the car and buckled up. The trip to West Virginia was going to be a long, long boring ride.
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Four days later:
Mike stepped out of the fancy car. He stared at the huge house.
"Come on, dear." Susan smiled a friendly smile. "I'll show you to your room."
Mike followed her, but the frown on his face stayed glued there. During the long ride, he had tried to remember what had happened when he had ran out in front of that car. He couldn't remember. All he remembered was seeing the car lights...but that's all.......
'I don't want to be here anymore...I just want to LEAVE THIS PLACE.' He held back his tears. 'I wish that I didn't have to live here.........I just want to LEAVE.' He slowly made his way towards the house.
What young Mike didn't know was that someone had heard his wish. Who, you ask? Well, I can't tell you that, but you'll find out soon, my dear reader. Very soon. Now, that is the end of the first chapter of his life. I do hope you enjoyed it.
A/N: Okay! That took FOREVER to write but I think it was worth all the writing! Anyhoo, please don't forget to review! Remember, I can't put out any other books about the other Dragoon Judges until I get finished with this one, and I can't get finished with this one if I don't get any reviews. So, please review!