This fic is based off of the quote submitted by FelipeMarcuseThomas: Don't steal, the government hates the competition.
Yes, these charictars are of my one creation. I own them. Don't steal, the autheress hates the cometition.
"Give me the plans, Terries," demanded the once best friend. The bandit held the inventor, Terries, at sword point.
Terries shook his head indignantly. "First the government officials come requesting the plans and then you come for them. Why? I thought you were my friend! Didn't you know that I would help you in any way I can, in a time of need?... I am your friend, Gominue."
"I don't believe you would," Gominue, the bandit, said coldly. "As for why, you have already heard about my wife and child being taken from me. I need your plans so that I can sell them to the Narnians and Archenlanders, so that I may have enough money to buy my family back and take them to the Lone Islands."
Feeling upset for his old schoolchumb, Terries sighed and nodded toward his work station. "There is a secret compartment underneath the desk. The button to open it is the top flower peddle carved on to the left back leg."
Gominue looked at Terries quizzically. "Why have you helped me?"
Terries looked past the blade, which his friend still pointed toward him, to Gominue with sadness evident in his eyes, "Because we were as close as brothers."
Note how this short story does not have a good ending and that it doesn't quit fit the quote, and that it doesn't say Complete any where. It maybe that it is, in fact, not complete. Good logic, right? Any way, this is not a one-shot. I'm am going to make it longer then that, though not that long, maybe just 2 or 3 chapters long.
I am still open for more quotes that you would like to see.
Send me some love/reviews please! Please tell me how many chapters I should make this. You can say how ever many chapters you want just as long as it is a manigable amount.
Love you all!
~Massy~