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Lone Wolf Written by: Blade
Residential Corridor B, Room 54. 9/29/2002 A.C. (2000 hours)
A young, brown wolf of 13 years of age was staring out of the window of his quarters. He was watching the Arwings pull of amazing stunts in midair; Barrel Roles, U-turns, and many other stunts. He was captivated by the gracefulness of the jets and the ease in which they were performed. He had always wanted to fly. The boy sighed, turned around, and walked over to his new bed. 'This is all too new' he thought to himself as he sat down heavily on the bed. He then reached down to the back pocket of his brand-new uniform, and pulled out his Academy License/ID. The wolf stared at it for a moment, just being proud to hold it. He then read it out laud, just to make sure that he was holding it. The card read: ______________ James "Blade" Cornarian Air Force Cadet. ---------------------- James "Blade" looked to the left of the print and saw himself staring at himself. The picture was taken not too long ago. It showed James with sunglasses on. He didn't know why he was wearing them that day. He had just felt like it. He flipped it over and over in his paws. He stopped to look at the stats on the back of the card. It had his height, his weight, his age, his fur color, and his eye color. He paused to look at this for a moment. His eye color was red. He'd always had red eyes. He was never the victim of some strange Venomien experiment. Most people were frightened of his red eyes. 'That's why I wear these sunglasses.' he thought to himself again. Other than his eyes, James was perfectly normal, except for the fact that he didn't have any known relatives, and that he didn't even know his last name. James had never gotten a chance to see his parents. 'I wish I could have met them.just once.' He had picked the name James when he was younger. He didn't even really pick it. He just always had it. His friends called him Blade though. He didn't know why, but it probably had something to do with the necklace that he had always worn. It resembled a sword. He liked the name Blade a lot, and soon came to be known as it. He almost never used his real name anymore. For no particular reason at all, Blade started thinking about questions that had plaguing the back of his mind his entire life. Things like, 'Who were my parents? Where are they? Why am I here?' As Blade pondered these questions, he stood up, walked over to his gear, and picked out his guitar. He didn't plug in the amp though, so he would be quiet. It was getting dark, and the Arwings had landed long ago. He started playing chords mindlessly, not really paying attention to what he was doing, and after about 30 seconds, he found himself playing one of his own pieces. Ten minutes later, Blade put everything away, and got into bed. 'Tomorrow is the first day of school. It's nothing to get nervous over.but why do I have the feeling that something is going to happen?' With that last thought, he drifted of onto an uneasy sleep. The same type of sleep he'd had for the last ten years of his life.
Corridor C. 9/30/2012 A.C. (1500 hours)
"That wasn't as bad as I thought it would be." Blade was talking to Fox McCloud. Even though Fox was a year older that Blade, they both had the same class at the end of the day. "That last assignment was a pain in the butt though," Fox put in. The two had been forced to interview each other, and give a short speech on the information they had learned. It turned out that they had a lot in common. They both liked Flying (of course), and music. The teacher had then given them a long list of assignments to do, the last one being not necessarily hard, but had forced the students to think all the way back to 3rd grade. "20 algebra problems! Who does she think she is?" Fox said this last sentence as they reached their lockers, which were right next to each other. By this time, the weird feeling that Blade had had last night was completely gone, until. A large explosion rocked the hallway! Both Blade and Fox were thrown against the lockers on the other side of the hallway. Head spinning from the impact, they both started to slowly get up from the floor, which by now was covered by pieces of the wall near where their lockers had once been. Blade's head was yelling at him to get out of the way, fast. "Man.I knew something bad was going to happen today."
Lone Wolf Written by: Blade
Residential Corridor B, Room 54. 9/29/2002 A.C. (2000 hours)
A young, brown wolf of 13 years of age was staring out of the window of his quarters. He was watching the Arwings pull of amazing stunts in midair; Barrel Roles, U-turns, and many other stunts. He was captivated by the gracefulness of the jets and the ease in which they were performed. He had always wanted to fly. The boy sighed, turned around, and walked over to his new bed. 'This is all too new' he thought to himself as he sat down heavily on the bed. He then reached down to the back pocket of his brand-new uniform, and pulled out his Academy License/ID. The wolf stared at it for a moment, just being proud to hold it. He then read it out laud, just to make sure that he was holding it. The card read: ______________ James "Blade" Cornarian Air Force Cadet. ---------------------- James "Blade" looked to the left of the print and saw himself staring at himself. The picture was taken not too long ago. It showed James with sunglasses on. He didn't know why he was wearing them that day. He had just felt like it. He flipped it over and over in his paws. He stopped to look at the stats on the back of the card. It had his height, his weight, his age, his fur color, and his eye color. He paused to look at this for a moment. His eye color was red. He'd always had red eyes. He was never the victim of some strange Venomien experiment. Most people were frightened of his red eyes. 'That's why I wear these sunglasses.' he thought to himself again. Other than his eyes, James was perfectly normal, except for the fact that he didn't have any known relatives, and that he didn't even know his last name. James had never gotten a chance to see his parents. 'I wish I could have met them.just once.' He had picked the name James when he was younger. He didn't even really pick it. He just always had it. His friends called him Blade though. He didn't know why, but it probably had something to do with the necklace that he had always worn. It resembled a sword. He liked the name Blade a lot, and soon came to be known as it. He almost never used his real name anymore. For no particular reason at all, Blade started thinking about questions that had plaguing the back of his mind his entire life. Things like, 'Who were my parents? Where are they? Why am I here?' As Blade pondered these questions, he stood up, walked over to his gear, and picked out his guitar. He didn't plug in the amp though, so he would be quiet. It was getting dark, and the Arwings had landed long ago. He started playing chords mindlessly, not really paying attention to what he was doing, and after about 30 seconds, he found himself playing one of his own pieces. Ten minutes later, Blade put everything away, and got into bed. 'Tomorrow is the first day of school. It's nothing to get nervous over.but why do I have the feeling that something is going to happen?' With that last thought, he drifted of onto an uneasy sleep. The same type of sleep he'd had for the last ten years of his life.
Corridor C. 9/30/2012 A.C. (1500 hours)
"That wasn't as bad as I thought it would be." Blade was talking to Fox McCloud. Even though Fox was a year older that Blade, they both had the same class at the end of the day. "That last assignment was a pain in the butt though," Fox put in. The two had been forced to interview each other, and give a short speech on the information they had learned. It turned out that they had a lot in common. They both liked Flying (of course), and music. The teacher had then given them a long list of assignments to do, the last one being not necessarily hard, but had forced the students to think all the way back to 3rd grade. "20 algebra problems! Who does she think she is?" Fox said this last sentence as they reached their lockers, which were right next to each other. By this time, the weird feeling that Blade had had last night was completely gone, until. A large explosion rocked the hallway! Both Blade and Fox were thrown against the lockers on the other side of the hallway. Head spinning from the impact, they both started to slowly get up from the floor, which by now was covered by pieces of the wall near where their lockers had once been. Blade's head was yelling at him to get out of the way, fast. "Man.I knew something bad was going to happen today."