Authors note: Ok, so right now my sister is threatening me to write; 'shut up and read or I'll kill you in your dreams', but I'm not like my blood thirsty sister of death so… ignore that if you wish.
Anyways, I've been having this story hanging around in the lap tops system like cybernetic dust bunnies so I'm glad I'm actually dusting it up a bit and putting it into action.
I do not own Bionicle (I do whish it though), but Kacany is my property!!
Prologue
Lariska dashed towards me, poisoned knives out for the kill. Her eyes spoke of rage and cruelty beyond imaginable, her ebony form slim and sleek like a feline... THAT would have been a normal toa's description of her at that moment... but to me; she only looked like a juvenile muaka with its anger problems.
I must have really made her mad today, (as I do with most dark hunters every chance I get) for she was committing an incredibly stupid error right in front of my mask. Charging towards their enemy, their war cry screeching in the most monstrous way possible, making death more than inviting to the opponent's ears was one of the frequent ways of getting your self killed in combat.
I stared at the "upset" Dark hunter my whole form showing complete boredom as the distance between us shortened.
I was giving her a strait out signal that she will be cold gears if she continued this idiotic charge any further, and of course this Lariska being either a) did not know what this signal meant or b) was really blind form rage.
Poor thing too enraged to realize her mistake. Well the best thing I can do for her is end her suffering. I thought as her knives were about a mio away from my chest.
With a movement to fast for the eye to see, I side stepped my left foot out. As I expected, Lariska tripped over the limb, realization clearing her mind.
I raised my boomerang slicker, ready for the final blow to the back when suddenly, my vision turned white.
No, this can't be happing! My mined shrieked as I tried to move. No use.
The other toa need me, damnit!
The same damn thing; one second I'm in a certain time doing my thing and next you know it, your in the future!
Some day, who ever cursed me with this time thing is going to pay. I thought as a loose electrical charge bolted up the side of my mask in frustrated anger… and that's when I came back to reality.
Authors note: Yah, it's vague but it's a prologue and I'm just a sucker that way so live with it. This is also my first story so I'd like to have reviews that give structural advice or comments on the story or my writing… in other words review please!