The Cabin in the Valley.
Brooke swore as the Land Rover she was driving bumped and jerked over the rocky terrain. Why does she ever come out here? She doesn't need a vacation in the middle of no where. But her friends and her family convinced her to come out to the old cabin she and her family used to call home.
Once she rolled into the packed driveway, she slammed the vehicle in park and sat there for a moment. She looked through her dark sunglasses at the peaceful cabin. It was so quaint and lovely she felt like she was 10 again. She stepped out of the Land Rover and onto the dirt ground. The wind whipped her blonde, dark tipped hair around. The dark tips sort of dancing to the side of her. She brought her left hand up to her glasses and pulled them down on her nose. She looked off into the distance with her dark blue eyes.
"Hmph, just my luck." She said as she saw some dark clouds rolling in from the west lazily.
She pulled the glasses off and put them in the side pocket of the black jacket she wore. She turned toward the cabin and studied it again. It was squat, but homely enough not to be called ugly. An old and used rocker chair stood on the porch that skirted the front of the house. It had been there for as long as she could remember. She sighed and opened the back of the truck, pulling out some grocery bags. She heard a clap of thunder then say the streak of lightening that follows. Brook quickly gathered up the bags and hurried inside. Once she was inside she sat the groceries on the kitchen counter and walked into the living too. She kept walking until she reached her room upstairs.
She kicked off her sneakers , shrugged off the jacket and flopped onto the bed. She layed there for a moment, thinking . She missed her friends, the people she saw everyday. She missed the city lights of New York City. She missed her television, her computer and her studio apartment. As she lay there thinking she slowly dozed off to sleep, not noticing the patter of rain on the nearby window.
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Piccolo was flying straight into a storm and he could tell it was going to get worse. His vision blurred and his head pounded with each clap of thunder. His stomach turned over and over with nausea. 'Whats..wrong..with me?' He thought to himself as another wave of nausea hit him. He knew he had to set down somewhere, but didn't know where. His vision cleared for a moment and he saw lights. Lights in a house. Lights in a house that happened to be near him. He dropped down next to what he thought was a door taking a few shaky steps toward it. He leaned on the door for a moment, then twisted and literally fell into the house, going unconscious once his head hit the floor.
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Brooke bolted upright in her bed, having heard the downstairs door open and a loud thud. She looked around frightened, looking for something to use as a weapon. Then she got a good idea, sliding off of her head and silently tiptoed to her closet. She opened the closet door and saw a familiar wooden bat. She picked it up and hit her hand with it a few times, smiling to herself.
She then tiptoed downstairs silently. When coming upon the doorway to the kitchen she peeked into it. She saw the open door, and a body halfway into the house, and half out of the house. She cautiously walked over to the body on the floor, watching for any movement. She new for sure it was male. She could tell by the broad shoulders and slim hips, even though he seemed to be wearing some type of cape that fell over him like a blanket. She frowned, reaching for a light switch. She finally switched it on and stared at the body for a moment, sort of in shock. 'He's..green!' she thought. He was, in fact, very green, and not just his face, his hands were also green. She examined his face and gasped as she saw an antennae that slid out from under his turban-hat-type-thingy, that was partially off his head. Then suddenly he groaned and flinched some. Brooke stepped back and readied the bat in her hands, taking on a hitters position.
"Water. Please." He said in a deep, raspy voice. His eyes flickering open for a moment, but closing soon after.
She just stood there for a moment, in shock once again. She just stared at him, her mouth agape. Then he opened his eyes and looked at her as angrily as he could.
"I said, water. Damnit." He said , more angrily this time.
Brooke then snapped back to reality and quickly got him a glass of water. When she came back to him, he was sitting up, holding his head. She kneeled down beside him, handing him the glass of water. He drank it down quickly, handing her the glass once he was done. She examined him once more, not seeing any weapons or anything that might hurt her on him.
"I can tell you aren't feeling well, I need you to stand up so I can help you to the couch." She said to him, "Can you do that for me?"
He moaned some saying "Sure." then he stood up shakily. She took his arm and put it around her shoulders, trying to support him some. She lead him into the living room, over to an overstuffed couch. She helped him set himself down onto it, then he laid down on his own, his eyes closing slowly. She stood there and looked at him for a moment, making sure he really was asleep. For some reason she trusted him, she didn't know why, but she knew he wouldn't harm her. She yawned and walked back upstairs to her room. She flopped back onto her bed and doze off to sleep, thinking about the stranger in her living room.
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Piccolo was unconscious for a while, until he heard that someone was near him. He opened his eyes and saw a frightened woman standing over him, her mouth agape as she stared at him. All he could think about was water, he needed a drink of water so badly.
"Water. Please." He said, closing his eyes because the light hurt them. He waited for a while, but when he didn't hear her moving he opened his eyes once again. Frowning as much as he could without it hurting, he looked up at her.
"I said, Water. Damnit." He said, more angrily this time. When he saw her sort of snap back to life and move about the kitchen, he closed his eyes. He groaned some as he brought himself in a sitting position, turning around some. He rubbed his head as she walked over to him with a glass full of water. She handed it to him and he took it out of her hands quickly. He downed the whole glass, the water feeling so good as it slid down his throat. He handed the glass back to her and she set it down somewhere.
"I can tell you aren't feeling well, I need you to stand up so I can help you to the couch." She said to him, "Can you do that for me?"
He moaned some, just thinking of standing made him dizzy. But he nodded slightly and said "Sure." He stood up weakly, his legs shaking some. Surprisingly she took one of his arms and put it around his shoulders. He only leaned a portion of his weight on her, if he had leaned all of it, they would have fallen over. She helped him through the house to what he thought was a living room. It was darker in this room so he looked around some. He saw an overstuffed couch and she lead him over to it. He fell onto the couch, laying down on it quickly. He looked at her and noticed something strange about her. 'Her hair,' he thought, 'it looks, strange.' But then sleep swept over him and he closed his eyes and fell asleep quickly, thinking of the woman that had just helped him stay alive.
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That's the end. Send me some reviews if you think I should continue into the morning. Thanks ^.^
Brooke swore as the Land Rover she was driving bumped and jerked over the rocky terrain. Why does she ever come out here? She doesn't need a vacation in the middle of no where. But her friends and her family convinced her to come out to the old cabin she and her family used to call home.
Once she rolled into the packed driveway, she slammed the vehicle in park and sat there for a moment. She looked through her dark sunglasses at the peaceful cabin. It was so quaint and lovely she felt like she was 10 again. She stepped out of the Land Rover and onto the dirt ground. The wind whipped her blonde, dark tipped hair around. The dark tips sort of dancing to the side of her. She brought her left hand up to her glasses and pulled them down on her nose. She looked off into the distance with her dark blue eyes.
"Hmph, just my luck." She said as she saw some dark clouds rolling in from the west lazily.
She pulled the glasses off and put them in the side pocket of the black jacket she wore. She turned toward the cabin and studied it again. It was squat, but homely enough not to be called ugly. An old and used rocker chair stood on the porch that skirted the front of the house. It had been there for as long as she could remember. She sighed and opened the back of the truck, pulling out some grocery bags. She heard a clap of thunder then say the streak of lightening that follows. Brook quickly gathered up the bags and hurried inside. Once she was inside she sat the groceries on the kitchen counter and walked into the living too. She kept walking until she reached her room upstairs.
She kicked off her sneakers , shrugged off the jacket and flopped onto the bed. She layed there for a moment, thinking . She missed her friends, the people she saw everyday. She missed the city lights of New York City. She missed her television, her computer and her studio apartment. As she lay there thinking she slowly dozed off to sleep, not noticing the patter of rain on the nearby window.
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Piccolo was flying straight into a storm and he could tell it was going to get worse. His vision blurred and his head pounded with each clap of thunder. His stomach turned over and over with nausea. 'Whats..wrong..with me?' He thought to himself as another wave of nausea hit him. He knew he had to set down somewhere, but didn't know where. His vision cleared for a moment and he saw lights. Lights in a house. Lights in a house that happened to be near him. He dropped down next to what he thought was a door taking a few shaky steps toward it. He leaned on the door for a moment, then twisted and literally fell into the house, going unconscious once his head hit the floor.
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Brooke bolted upright in her bed, having heard the downstairs door open and a loud thud. She looked around frightened, looking for something to use as a weapon. Then she got a good idea, sliding off of her head and silently tiptoed to her closet. She opened the closet door and saw a familiar wooden bat. She picked it up and hit her hand with it a few times, smiling to herself.
She then tiptoed downstairs silently. When coming upon the doorway to the kitchen she peeked into it. She saw the open door, and a body halfway into the house, and half out of the house. She cautiously walked over to the body on the floor, watching for any movement. She new for sure it was male. She could tell by the broad shoulders and slim hips, even though he seemed to be wearing some type of cape that fell over him like a blanket. She frowned, reaching for a light switch. She finally switched it on and stared at the body for a moment, sort of in shock. 'He's..green!' she thought. He was, in fact, very green, and not just his face, his hands were also green. She examined his face and gasped as she saw an antennae that slid out from under his turban-hat-type-thingy, that was partially off his head. Then suddenly he groaned and flinched some. Brooke stepped back and readied the bat in her hands, taking on a hitters position.
"Water. Please." He said in a deep, raspy voice. His eyes flickering open for a moment, but closing soon after.
She just stood there for a moment, in shock once again. She just stared at him, her mouth agape. Then he opened his eyes and looked at her as angrily as he could.
"I said, water. Damnit." He said , more angrily this time.
Brooke then snapped back to reality and quickly got him a glass of water. When she came back to him, he was sitting up, holding his head. She kneeled down beside him, handing him the glass of water. He drank it down quickly, handing her the glass once he was done. She examined him once more, not seeing any weapons or anything that might hurt her on him.
"I can tell you aren't feeling well, I need you to stand up so I can help you to the couch." She said to him, "Can you do that for me?"
He moaned some saying "Sure." then he stood up shakily. She took his arm and put it around her shoulders, trying to support him some. She lead him into the living room, over to an overstuffed couch. She helped him set himself down onto it, then he laid down on his own, his eyes closing slowly. She stood there and looked at him for a moment, making sure he really was asleep. For some reason she trusted him, she didn't know why, but she knew he wouldn't harm her. She yawned and walked back upstairs to her room. She flopped back onto her bed and doze off to sleep, thinking about the stranger in her living room.
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Piccolo was unconscious for a while, until he heard that someone was near him. He opened his eyes and saw a frightened woman standing over him, her mouth agape as she stared at him. All he could think about was water, he needed a drink of water so badly.
"Water. Please." He said, closing his eyes because the light hurt them. He waited for a while, but when he didn't hear her moving he opened his eyes once again. Frowning as much as he could without it hurting, he looked up at her.
"I said, Water. Damnit." He said, more angrily this time. When he saw her sort of snap back to life and move about the kitchen, he closed his eyes. He groaned some as he brought himself in a sitting position, turning around some. He rubbed his head as she walked over to him with a glass full of water. She handed it to him and he took it out of her hands quickly. He downed the whole glass, the water feeling so good as it slid down his throat. He handed the glass back to her and she set it down somewhere.
"I can tell you aren't feeling well, I need you to stand up so I can help you to the couch." She said to him, "Can you do that for me?"
He moaned some, just thinking of standing made him dizzy. But he nodded slightly and said "Sure." He stood up weakly, his legs shaking some. Surprisingly she took one of his arms and put it around his shoulders. He only leaned a portion of his weight on her, if he had leaned all of it, they would have fallen over. She helped him through the house to what he thought was a living room. It was darker in this room so he looked around some. He saw an overstuffed couch and she lead him over to it. He fell onto the couch, laying down on it quickly. He looked at her and noticed something strange about her. 'Her hair,' he thought, 'it looks, strange.' But then sleep swept over him and he closed his eyes and fell asleep quickly, thinking of the woman that had just helped him stay alive.
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That's the end. Send me some reviews if you think I should continue into the morning. Thanks ^.^