Living a different life
Seven kids have been kidnapped and had been transformed into mutant dogs. They soon face off against a team of superhero-dogs in the Himalayan Mountains, but in the process they get caught in an avalanche. The seven kids are separated with one of the Superhero-dog team members and their team mates; will they escape their ice deaths?
I do not own the Road Rovers, but the characters that I made up are mine.
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The same no more
In the park of San-Francisco, two brothers were playing baseball with each other. One of the boy's was fourteen years old with dark brown hair and blue eyes that show cunningness in them. He was wearing a short sleeve dark blue shirt with a black strip coming around his chest to the middle of his back, dark blue jeans and white runners with black stripes on them. The boy's name was Tom.
Tom was the strongest and smartest brother in the family, and he would show off his muscles around people. Tom also likes to play baseball, for he had a great pitching arm, and is great at hitting the ball right out of the park.
Tom throws his favorite baseball over to his younger brother Roger. Roger had dark brown hair and chestnut brown eyes. He was wearing a golden-yellow vest with a black sleeveless shirt underneath it, blue jeans and black runners. Roger was a twelve year old boy with a kind heart to people that he makes friends with. Roger had always looked up to his brother as a roll modal, but always felt like he's living in his shadow. Tom had always been the best at everything, and Roger was always second to last in the family.
Roger caught the ball within his baseball glove and smile at his brother.
"Here it comes!" shouted Roger as he threw the ball back over to his brother.
Roger brought his arm back and threw the ball over to his brother with as much force as he could muster within his right arm. The ball flew fast at Tom and was soon caught.
"Not bad Roger!" hollered Tom from ten feet away. "You're really getting better at this!"
"Well I am learning from the best!" yelled Roger with a smirk on his face.
"Oh yeah!" challenged Tom with a smirk of his own. "Well then, let's see if you can catch my curve-ball!"
Tom pulls back his arm and throws it at his brother, but the problem was that Tom had put too much strength into throwing the baseball. The ball went flying through the air over Roger's head and into the underbrush.
Roger looks over at his older brother with a small frown on his face.
"If that was a swing from a bat then that would have been a home run," Roger joked with a shrug of his shoulders.
"Might as well find it," said Tom with a sigh as he walks past his younger brother.
Roger followed close behind his brother as they went into the thickest part of the park. The two brothers' were looking through the bushes as they tried to find the lost ball. Roger suddenly felt something hit against the side of his foot. Roger looks down to see the baseball and soon grabs it in his hand.
"Hey Tom, I found it!" shouted Roger as he held the ball up above his head.
Tom turns to his brother after he heard what he had said. "That's great little bro, now let's continue our game."
"Okay!" answered Roger as he came up to his brother.
When they walked out into the clearing and they suddenly found themselves being grabbed by two strong men.
"Hey!" shouted Tom as he struggled with one of the man that was holding him. "Let me go!"
Roger was also struggling in his captive's arms. The men didn't seem fazed by the two boy's struggling in their arms, and they quickly place a cloth over the two boy's mouths and noses. A strange smell hit Tom's and Roger's noses as they breathed in the smell. The two boy's eyes started to drop and they knew no more.
Every thing was silent in San-Francisco Park and the only thing that was left in the park was two pares of baseball gloves and a baseball. This wasn't the only thing that was happening in San-Francisco.
South Africa
In a small hut lived an African boy that was twelve years old. He had purplish-brown eyes. He was wearing a tattered sky blue shirt and brown shorts. His name was Simba (It mean's lion in Swahili) and he was an orphan. His parent had died from illness from not having the right food to eat or fresh water to drink. Simba knew that he will soon meet the same fate at his parents did. Simba has no friends to count on or any relatives that he could live with.
Simba picks up an empty watering canteen and starts to head outside to the only watering hole in the village. The watering hole was mucky from all the dirt that is lying underneath the water's surface. Simba knelt down and started scooping up the water into his canteen. The canteen was nearly full until he felt something sharp pierce the back of his neck.
"Ow!" he shouted as he quickly stood up while dropping his canteen on to the ground.
Simba started to feel drowsy as he collapses on to the ground. Simba saw the blurry figures of men surrounding him before he suddenly fell into darkness.
New Mexico
An alarm went off as four teenagers were running from the store that they had robbed. The leader of the gang was wearing a white jacket with a sea blue trim on the collar, sea green on the trim of the sleeves, red on the corners of the jacket and a red triangle on the back, and a blue triangle on each of the shoulders. He was also wearing dark blue jeans with light blue trims and black runners, and around his wrists were black leather bands with metal circles on them. He had golden brown hair and light brown eyes. His name was Colt and he was twelve years old, and he was the best street gangster in the whole city.
Colt is not a team player so he only looks out for himself and no one else. Colt and his gang soon came to a three way street.
"You two go that way!" ordered Colt as he pointed to the left side to his two team mates. "That way leads to the end of town, and Rob you take the right, it leads into the heart of the city."
"But what about you boss?" asked one of the gang members.
"I'll keep going straight ahead." Colt answered as he points straight ahead of him. "You all remember the hang out so make sure you get there without being caught, and if one of you gets caught…well, tough luck. Now move out!"
The three teenagers and Colt soon split up in different directions. Colt ran straight ahead with a package of candy under his arm. Colt had a smug look on his face as he ran towards the exit, but he was soon intercepted as a heavy net fell on him.
"Hey!" he shouted as he struggled to get the net off him. "What the heck is going on here?"
Just then, two men walked up to him and grabbed him. They soon carried him off, to never be seen again by his gang members.
Alaska
On the banks of a cold winter's day of Nome, a twelve year old boy walked out from his house. He had black hair and light blue eyes. He was wearing a sea green parka with white fur lining around the edges and collar, brown pants and black boots. His name was Nanuq. Nanuq was a simple native boy that lived with his grandfather, who was a musher of a team of sled-dogs. Nanuq had lost his parents at the age of eight. His mother had died from a terrible illness and his father had left the town of Nome and to never return again. In Nanuq's hands were a fishing pole and a bucket.
"I'm going out to fish grandfather!" called Nanuq from the door.
"Make sure that you return before dark Nanuq!" hollered Nanuq's grandfather from within the house.
"I will grandfather!" called Nanuq again with a grin.
Nanuq soon closed the door behind him and walked out onto the frozen land. Eight mounds of snow lay out on the on the land. Nanuq walked past one of them and the mound of snow started to shift. A dogs head appeared from beneath the mound of snow as it stared at Nanuq before giving a friendly bark. The dog was an Alaskan Husky with black fur that was as dark as night itself and on the huskies head was a white star.
Nanuq turned to the dog with a smile and walked back over to the husky. After he had put down his fishing-pole and bucket, Nanuq got on one knee and started to pet the dog on the head.
"Hey Night-Star, how are you doing?" greeted Nanuq as he scratched the dog behind the ear.
Night-Star was the lead dog of the sled team and he had been Nanuq's friend ever since he was seven. Nanuq didn't have any human friends, for he was always too shy to talk to them.
"I have to go fishing now boy, but I'll be back before you know it." Nanuq said before he hugged his animal friend.
Night-Star let out a small whine as he nuzzled against Nanuq's neck. Nanuq pulled away and gave Night-Star one last pet before picking up his fishing-pole and bucket, then walking off to the thickest part of the ice where he can do his fishing. Once he had found the perfect spot he started chipping the ice with a metal rod that he had brought along with him. Nanuq was almost finished when he suddenly felt someone grabbing him from behind before he could turn around to see who was attacking him, something suddenly pierced the side of is neck. Nanuq started to feel sleepy and before he knew it, he was suddenly plunged into darkness.
Back at Nanuq's home Night-Star's ears suddenly flicked up into the air. The dog snaps his head up from the ground and then quickly looks up to see a helicopter flying over the village. Night-Star started to bark out at the helicopter as he sensed that his human friend was inside that flying-machine.
Scotland
In the land of Ireland a boy sat within a chair with wheels on it as he stared out at the water. The boy was eleven years old with brown hair and green eyes. He is wearing brown pants, a green sweeter and on his feet were black boots. His name was Alexander and he was born paralyzed in the legs. Alexander lives with his uncle and ant for his parents had died in a storm while they were taking a boat ride out at sea. Alexander didn't have very many friends, for they had avoided him because he was different from them. And the friends that he did have would only hang out with him because they feel sorry for him. Alexander just wished that he had a friend to understand him and see past his differences, but also have them not pity him. But what he really wants most was to walk and run with the other kids around him.
"It's just not fair," voiced Alexander in a sad voice. "Why was I born to not walk or run?"
He soon turns his wheelchair a little to the left and started to roll back home, but he was soon intercepted by two men.
"Hey, who are you!" shouted Alexander in surprise.
But the men didn't answer him and quickly grabbed Alexander. The men lifted the boy out of the wheel and quickly pierced his arm with a needle. Alexander's struggling soon seceded and he soon went limp within the men's grip.
One of the men pressed a button on the ear-phone that was on his right ear.
"Sir," he said into the ear-phone. "We've got the boy that you had ordered us to get; now we're heading over to Kyoto to get the girl, over."
A few seconds later a voice spoke on the microphone. "Very good, now once you get the girl I want you to report back to my lab as soon as possible, understand?"
"Yes sir." The man said as he and his partner carried Alexander to the helicopter that was waiting for them.
Once the two men had gotten into the helicopter and laid Alexander near Colt, who was fast asleep along with the other boy's, and they quickly closed the door to the helicopter. The helicopter soon lifted off from the sandy shore of Ireland and soon started to head towards Japan.
Kyoto
A girl was sitting alone in her room that day. She was eleven years old with long red hair the came down to the middle of her back, and clouded grey blue eyes. She was wearing a dark green halter-top with a sea green rim around the bottom edge of her halter-top, and light blue shorts with sea blue rims around the rim of the pants. The girl's name was Akane and she was the daughter of the flower-shop owners. Akane was beautiful when people looked at her, but the only problem with Akane is that she doesn't see. Akane was blind since birth and she is not able to see who the people are in front of her. Akane's mother and father loved their daughter very much, for she was their little cherry blossom. Akane was trying hard to make a beautiful Boca of flowers, but the only problem is that she can't see what their color is like.
"Oh it's hopeless!" exclaimed Akane as she sat on the floor of her room. "How can I make a Boca if I can't see the color of the flower that I'm putting it in."
Just then, Akane heard a knock at her bed room door.
"Who is it?" called Akane from her spot on the floor.
No answer came and Akane only heard the door of her room being opened, and before she could call out to the person Akane suddenly felt a sharp pain in her neck. Akane cried out in pain but soon dropped to the ground unconscious. The two men that had captured Roger and the others came into the room, and picked Akane up off the floor. The two men had put sleeping-gas within the house, and Akane's parents were fast asleep within the living-room. One of the men had loaded Akane into the helicopter, and the other one had called their boss like they had before. He had informed they're boss that they have the girl. And they are returning back to the base.
The helicopter soon took off into the air and was now flying towards the Himalayan-Mountains.
Scene change
Some where deep within the mountain range, a huge building stood with a dark aura surrounding it. The building looked like an old castle from the olden days, but that was only the outside look to it when people see it. Inside was actually a lot more different, for inside was a huge laboratory with huge tanks, and wires that were connected to the place. There were seven lab tables that were near seven large domes, and on those tables were the seven children that have been captured by the men that had taken them from their homes. Each scientist was with one of the children with needles in their hands.
A shadowy figure stood on the balcony as he watched what was happening down there. One of the scientist's placed a black collar around Roger's neck, and the other scientists did like-wise with their other 'patients' as they placed black collars around their necks.
"How are they doing?" questioned the Shadowy figure as he looks down at his scientists.
"Everything is coming along well sir." One of the scientists said as he turns his attention up to their boss. "We have injected the genies of the dogs you have chosen for them. But do you think really think it's wise to mix tiger's blood with wolf's blood, sir?"
"Are you question my choice of how I'm going to experiment on these kids?" questioned the Shadowy figure as he glares down at his minion.
The scientist struck back in fright as he saw the glare on his master's face. "N-no sir…I'm not questioning you decision."
"Then quit you babbling and get back to work!" shouted the Boss as he gave a death glare to his assistants.
"Yes sir!" cried the Scientists and quickly got back to work.
When the people finished with the children they soon pushed the tables, with the children on them, towards the seven domes. The doors of the domes opened and the sleeping children were soon pushed inside. Roger was the last one to be pushed in but he soon came around before he was full pushed into the machine.
"W-what?" voice Roger quietly as he his eyes slowly opened.
He saw a person pushing him inside a strange machine. Roger tried to sit up, but found that his arms were restrained to the table that he was on.
"What's going on here!" shouted Roger as he struggled with his restraints as the door closed before him. "Someone help!"
Outside one of the scientists had pulled the switch to start the seven machines. Electricity flowed down the wires that connect to the machines. Back inside the dome, Roger was struggling in his bonds as a smoke started to pour into the room. Roger soon felt electricity flow into his body and before he knew what was happening, Roger had opened his mouth and started to scream at the top of his lungs. The electricity soon increscent within Roger's body, his voice quickly changed from a scream to a mix of a howling roar. Roger's mind soon went completely blank after that.
The scientist stopped the machine and looked towards the domes that held the seven children. The door of the domes suddenly opened as mist poured out from inside them. Seven figures suddenly stepped out from the domes.
One of the figures was the first one to step out from the dome that contained it. The figure reviled itself to be a tall male Beauceron with black fur and light brown fur patching his body. The Beauceron ears were standing straight up on his head, and his eyes were completely white. The Beauceron's was wearing a silver plated jump-suit with black gloves and boots covering its hands and feet and the black collar that was around the dogs neck sparked with electricity, but he didn't seem to be affected by the electricity zapping around his neck.
The next figure stepped out to revile itself to be a dark grey male wolf. The wolf was wearing the same cloths like the Beauceron with a black collar around his neck as well. And his eyes were a complete white just like the other dog.
The third figure stepped out to revile itself to be a male Malamute Husky with light and dark grey fur on his body. Like the other two, the husky was also wearing the same uniform and collar.
The fourth figure stepped out to revile itself to be a female, black and gold Hovawart. A thick mane of fur/hair draped down to the middle of the dogs back. She wore the same suit as the other three with a black collar around her neck.
The fifth figure stepped out as it showed itself to the scientists. The being was a male Golden-Retriever with light brown tipping his ears, and wearing the same suit and collar as the other four.
The sixth one to step out was a male African Wild-dog with black ears. He was wearing the same uniform and collar as the other five dogs.
And the last one to step out was the most unique out of the six. What stood before the people of the lab was a male rouge red wolf with black tiger stripes on his body and tail. He stood proud and tall before the scientists, and the shadowy figure, as the wolf/tiger glared at them with his white eyes. And before anyone knew what was going on, the wolf/tiger let out a roaring howl that shook the lab. The other dogs joined in with the howl as their voices echoed around the lab.
The shadowy figure smirked at his new creations. "They are perfect, absolutely perfect."
The dogs stop their howling and looked up at the shadowy figure. The Beauceron knelt down on one knee with the others following pursuit as they bowed before their master.
"We are at your service, master." The Beauceron said. "What do you wish of use?"
"My loyal pets!" called the shadowy figure from his perch. "I have summoned you to help me in my quest for conquest over the world. But there is one thing that stands in my way of dominating the world."
"And what is that, Master?" asked the male Golden-Retriever.
The shadowy figure didn't answer for a moment until a sneer came onto his face. "The thing that stands in my way is…the Road Rovers. I want you to eliminate them and after that, we will conquer the world!
But your group needs a leader that can lead you to victory, thus I have chosen Tom to be your leader. What do you say Tom, you interested on leading your team to victory?"
Tom looks up to his Master and smirked. "It would be an honor to lead the team to victory over the Road Rovers sir."
"That is good," the master said with a smirk. "Now…for the Road Rovers to come to us, you must cause some havoc with some tourists that come up to these mountains once in a while. And once the Road Rovers come, lead them up to the coldest part of the mountain. That's where we will be waiting for you and your team, understand?"
"Loud and clear master," answered Tom as he, and the others stood up from the floor. Tom turns towards his group, "We will make those Road Rovers wish that they have never been born."
The seven of them started to howl again, with their voices not just echoing from within the lab, but out to the world as well.
To be continued