Authors note: This is just a short response to one of my reviews for Please
don't let this be, Couldn't you hurt Harper just a little? the reviewer
asked (reviewers identity concealed for her own protection, she obviously
needs it). HURT HARPER! MY HARPER! Author sends icy glare at reviewer. The
Harper is a god he must not be harmed EVER! That said this story is for
you.
Don't hurt the Harper
"Hand's off him!" screamed an irate Beka Valentine. No one hurts her Harper, no one. They came at Harper again "Maybe I didn't make myself clear" she said threateningly enough to make a Neitzchean run and hide "No body touches him." That didn't stop Harper's attackers thought they just ignored her, but Beka Valentine was no force to be reckoned with, in a display of force that would make Tyr proud (and he already was) she flung the attacker across the room; he landed in an unmoving heap.
Harper's other attacker at seeing the fate of his comrade looked like he was thinking twice about his next move; obviously though he didn't think hard enough or just wasn't very bright as he made another lunge for Harper. Beka was really mad now; pointing her force lance right at the mans chest she said "Step away from him, or I'll shoot", he didn't so she did. "Well I did warn you" she muttered to the corpse followed by "Dam" as blood spattered over her " That was my new top, that bastard got blood on my new top."
"Thanks Beka" muttered Harper weakly as she helped pull him off the floor "Come on lets get you to med bay" she replied to the battered form of her friend. Harper limped along Beka taking most of his weight. Life was just not meant to be that simple though for the pair as more attackers jumped them. "Guy's I'm kind busy, if this could wait." she tried; for this she received a swift kick "I guess not" she said and making short work of her attackers; she left them a bleeding mass of broken body's, one could even be heard calling for his mummy. " I told you, no one hurt's Harper" she could be heard calling over her shoulder at the sorry mess she left behind.
With that done the pair carried on no one else stopped them in fact several dark forms could be seen scurrying away as fast as their legs could carry them.
In the distance a man hid behind a tree watching the scene with interest; in his hand he held a flexi on which a list of names was displayed; it was simply entitled 'Targets'. A tick and the words deceased appeared next to the fist five names on the list; Harper's name appeared at position six the man drew a red line though the name and scrawled beside it 'not worth the risk'.
Authors mad rambling: Hurt the Harper, hurt the Harper (author shakes her head at the very thought) Why? Hasn't he already suffered enough? Life on Earth is a challenge even in the 21st century. Well did you like it? Review. Please I'm begging.
Don't hurt the Harper
"Hand's off him!" screamed an irate Beka Valentine. No one hurts her Harper, no one. They came at Harper again "Maybe I didn't make myself clear" she said threateningly enough to make a Neitzchean run and hide "No body touches him." That didn't stop Harper's attackers thought they just ignored her, but Beka Valentine was no force to be reckoned with, in a display of force that would make Tyr proud (and he already was) she flung the attacker across the room; he landed in an unmoving heap.
Harper's other attacker at seeing the fate of his comrade looked like he was thinking twice about his next move; obviously though he didn't think hard enough or just wasn't very bright as he made another lunge for Harper. Beka was really mad now; pointing her force lance right at the mans chest she said "Step away from him, or I'll shoot", he didn't so she did. "Well I did warn you" she muttered to the corpse followed by "Dam" as blood spattered over her " That was my new top, that bastard got blood on my new top."
"Thanks Beka" muttered Harper weakly as she helped pull him off the floor "Come on lets get you to med bay" she replied to the battered form of her friend. Harper limped along Beka taking most of his weight. Life was just not meant to be that simple though for the pair as more attackers jumped them. "Guy's I'm kind busy, if this could wait." she tried; for this she received a swift kick "I guess not" she said and making short work of her attackers; she left them a bleeding mass of broken body's, one could even be heard calling for his mummy. " I told you, no one hurt's Harper" she could be heard calling over her shoulder at the sorry mess she left behind.
With that done the pair carried on no one else stopped them in fact several dark forms could be seen scurrying away as fast as their legs could carry them.
In the distance a man hid behind a tree watching the scene with interest; in his hand he held a flexi on which a list of names was displayed; it was simply entitled 'Targets'. A tick and the words deceased appeared next to the fist five names on the list; Harper's name appeared at position six the man drew a red line though the name and scrawled beside it 'not worth the risk'.
Authors mad rambling: Hurt the Harper, hurt the Harper (author shakes her head at the very thought) Why? Hasn't he already suffered enough? Life on Earth is a challenge even in the 21st century. Well did you like it? Review. Please I'm begging.