Hello fellow authors and readers! Me LoveFlame is back!
audience: -silent-
You guys are mean...XD
OKay, I came up with this idea a LONG time ago, but I couldn't post it because I was all like "It's not even close to November yet!" and my mind said,
"Well, if you're not gonna post it, at least type it down SOMEWHERE!!" So...here it is!
Disclaimer: I do not own Storm Hawks, just Scarlett and my ideas. -evil giggles-
Okay, now it is time for a very...er...unique, Harrier torturing, and last but not least-
A Chaotic Thanksgiving!
PT 1
The Condor was falling. Falling...it was falling downwards at an intense speed. Smoke relinquished from the engines of the ship, the light blue skies of the Atmos being filled with such a musty, gray toxic.
Inside the Condor, there was a squadron known as the Storm Hawks, a group of brave, spirit-filled teens....
....who were falling from the ceiling, into closets and then, SPLAT onto the window like a bug. Oh, the torture the squadron had faced....
The alarm ringed through the room where the teens were, flashing a bright red. The huge, glassy windows had scratch marks, clearly from the stress and unimaginable speed the ship was over-taking.
"WHY DO I VISIT YOU GUYS?!" Scarlett-an Amazonian "mishap"- exclaimed, holding on to the ceiling for dear life. For everyone who had ever read my stories with my OC in it, then you should already know this. Scarlett + meets Storm Hawks + story-where-something-bad-happens = doom, doom, and more doom to the characters of this story. And, of course, its more entertain to the author who causes this all, because SHE doesn't have to worry about talons or Cyclonis or crashing onto a god-forsaken terra or....
You get the point.
"Well, it's not OUR fault you CHOSE to visit us!" Piper pointed out, grasping a cold, metal rod from the wall. "You could have CHOSEN to stay at LYN!"
"Look, don't get all snappy with me because you slept on the wrong side of the Condor!"
"Girls, stop yelling! You know the reason she visited was to see me." Finn replied, pulling himself up on the table where the maps were usually planned out upon. "Scarlett loves me. Everyone knows that."
Only snickering filled the ship at this moment.
Scarlett rolled her eyes. "First of all, EW!!! And second, I don't like you. I despise you. In fact, I'll NEVER like you! "
The sharpshooter shook his head. "She digs me....just in denial, that's all..."
In the matter of just a few snickering seconds, the room darkened, and the ship spun non-stop in the air. Metal scraps were flying off in an instant, the wind carelessly flowing through the small, uncovered sections of the Condor. Stork's eyes grew the size of saucers as he stared out the scar-formed window, already imagining his dreadful doom before him. I mean, like, seriously, they could die instantly by crashing into the hot, lava pits of the Wastelands, or all be injured severely and bleed TO DEATH! OR...OR...
Stork was already thinking of more possibilities of awaiting death than the author herself in a matter of seconds.
"WE'RE GONNA DIE!"Stork exclaimed, holding onto the control panels of his "Precious". "THIS IS THE END OF US ALL! IF IT WASN'T FOR SCARLETT, WE WOULD HAVE BEEN SAVED FROM INSTANT DEATH! SHE DOOMED US ALL! GOOD-BYE CRUEL WORLD-"
Unfortunately for the merb, a small metal wrench flew across the room, hitting him at the head. There was a moment of silence, maybe even a groan or two, before he fell backwards, unconscious. Tsk, tsk, tsk...
Junko slided into the closet, random objects, such as extra crystal crates and "useful" requirements provided by the "Finnster" himself, fell on him into a pile. The wallop's head peeped through, the rest of his body covered within the clutter.
"What are we going to do?!" He exclaimed, his gentle, grayish eyes searching into ones of his friends for help.
"I-I don't know..." Aerrow said, grasping onto the thick, metal rail of the room. Never had he been in such a situation where the Condor was about to crash, and there was no way to avoiding that cause. As leader, he was trying to think; trying to find a way how to save his closest friends from a fault that could risk their lives.
'Think, Aerrow, think...'The skyknight thought to himself, squeezing his eyes tightly closed. 'Come on...'
All that ended up happening was the Condor crashing onto some god-knows-what terra, dirt tearing off the ground as it slided. Everything became silent, and darkness surrounded the teens...
"Um...is he okay?"
"I think so....see, he's breathing."
There were two adults peering down at a certain blond-headed teen curiously. Their blue eyes never left the injured body, bandages covering over his chess and arms. A light tent of red could be seen through the small patch that was on his cheek.
"...who is he?"
"His name is Finn, I've been told. He is the Storm Hawks sharpshooter." One of the adults explained, brushing his hands against his well-combed hair. The other adult, a female with bright, warm eyes, stared at sharpshooter Finn, sliding away a long strain of blond hair.
Upon hearing his name called, the teen moaned in response. His eyes fluttered open to see a blur of golds and blues, circulating around each other in a swirl until the image cleared, and what he saw was two people before him.
He lifted himself by one arm, the other at his head, massaging his temples. "Ow...what happened?"
The blond woman smiled slightly. "We are not technically sure how it happened, but,"
She sighed lightly, her eyes scanning at his many bandages. "We do know this: You and your squadron crashed here."
Finn stared at her, almost in an expression that you've thought he didn't hear her. The blond had his mouth shut, and it took a while for what the woman replied to register through that thick skull of his.
"Wait, crashed?! Where am I?"
"Terra Rex-"
"Where are my friends?! Aerrow? Piper? Junko? Radarr? Stork?! IT'S NOT MY FAULT! I mean...I HAD A GIRLFRIEND FOR ATMOS' SAKE!!!"
"I. Am. NOT. YOUR. GIRLFRIEND!!!" A feminine voice roared down the hall from the room Finn was currently in. The sharpshooter quickly hopped out the bed, recognizing that usually angry voice that was always aimed at him.
He started walking towards the door.
"Hey, wait. You haven't fully recovered-" But the "Finnster" already darted out to regroup with the teens from the other room.
The woman chuckled dryly, landing a warm hand on the man's shoulder.
"Kids these days..."
"...No. Kidding."
Junko was the first to notice Finn walking into the room.
"Oh, hey Finn!" He exclaimed, running up to hug the sharpshooter, which ended up squeezing the life out the boy.
"Oh, sorry..." He whispered lightly, letting go almost instantly. Finn smiled warily, taking big, deep breaths. The dense air filled his nostrils, and he cringed his face up in disgust.
"It's nice to see you're okay, Finn." Piper replied, and Aerrow nodded in agreement. Radarr chirped in glee, his eyes lightening up and his blue, furry tail wagging like a dog would.
Finn smiled. He turned his head to the Amazonian, who just glared at him.
"You didn't wake up," She said, walking up to him a "lightly" punched him at his arm. A sharp tinge of pain spread his arm, and he yelped in pain.
"What was that for?!!"
"For saying I'm your girlfriend, which is-"
"True."
"NOT TRUE, MAN!" Scarlett exclaimed, folding her arms irritatedly. "I got worried about you...."
Aw....And before the sharpshooter knew it, warm arms wrapped around him into a tight and warming embrace, as the moonlight shined through the huge window of room. All was silent, maybe a few swoons or two from the females of the room, but other than that, it was all a serene, harmonizing silence...
Sorry, I needed a romantic moment somewhere in this story. I couldn't help it...
Finn blinked, not knowing how to react to the Amazonian hugging him. Usually- as Finn says- she glares at him until he was sure her eyes turned to slits. But now....now, she was hugging him?
Anyways, enough with the romance. This is suppose to be a friendship story, and you know what? That's how it's gonna stay! -sigh- Now, continuing with the friendship story:
There was a sudden creak of an opening door; a sudden tapping against the hard, marble floor. Everyone's eyes diverted from the hugging "couple" to the figure in the room, now approachingthem in an almost formal fashion. He was dressed in all white, with the exception of the gray gloves on his hands. He looked exhausted, almost overworked by the sweat pouring down his brow, and the deep, dark lines under his metallic-colored eyes. There was a tired, grim frown upon his face, which gave the Storm Hawks a sudden tinge of fear and angruish.
"We have some...some," The man took deep breath, trying to steady the fast beat of his heart. "I think that....that your Merbian friend might be in danger."
The doctor opened the door solemnly, stepping back to leave room for the squadron to walk in.
Inside, there was a dim light coming from the over-head light, dangling over a figure on the table. It was covered in a white fabric, unmoving....hardly breathing....
Piper felt a huge lump in her throat, but nonetheless, she walked over slowly, examining the figure with fearful, amber eyes so fragile, as if to burst out into billions of small tear droplets. The rest of them only stared from the back of the room silently, waiting for the young navigator's reaction.
Piper closed her eyes to steady the fast pulse of her heart racing dramatically, the adrenaline quickly spreading throughout her veins.
Her hand hovered over the figure before slowly touching the fabric, and slowly pulling it back. Piper gasped and backed away, both hands over her mouth in a silent scream.
The figure was Stork.....but.....
He wasn't moving. Wasn't breathing. Wasn't even twitching ever so slightly to know he was okay. That he could possibly -somehow- still be alive for the team.
But...he wasn't. Not anymore.
So, what do you think?
Good? Bad? It's probably bad...I did this a LONG time ago, and then, I went back over and edited it. But....I WAS RUSHING TOO FAST!
-hits head against wall- Stupid....Stupid....Stupid....Stupid....STUPID...!
But my writing has improved, I promise. Just read Amazonian Warrior! There's the proof!
Well, review if you want part 2! (Which will be rushed through as well....-sweatdrop-)