DMK: Hey, sup to all! Been bored, so I decided to start ANOTHER story! This one's cool though! Really! Anyway here's the first chapter... it's pretty short though

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CHAPTER 1


The click-clicking of keyboard keys jabbed through the silence of the humid air of Grand Island, New York.

" ....Carlos walked into the base only to feel like he had been struck by a car. With a shout and a thud as he hit the ground, he opened his brown eyes to look up into the optics of a five foot tall ...something."


Caitlin Fiona, known to her fellow fanfiction writers as Duel Mistress K, sighed, and saved the AppleWorks document she was typing on. "Man, that's as far as I've gotten? I REALLY need to work on that..."

She looked up. The clouds were gray, but nothing that signaled rain. As she prepared to sigh again, she felt the wind knocked out of her as her Eskimo dog, Benji, jumped onto her lap and violently shook off the water and mud that had collected on his fur.

"AHH! BENJI!" she shrieked as she tried to shove the toy breed off of her lap. The white puppy barked and leapt off, and ran off towards the pool again. Caitlin looked down at herself. She was wet, muddy, and smelled like a wet dog. "Great. Just. Freaking. Great. And I was going to go over to Canada in two hours with my friends... now I have to shower. Again."

Sighing, she shut down her iBook laptop and stood up, leaving it on the metal table. Then, she trudged into her house and took a shower after gathering clean, non-dog smelling clothes. Halfway through it, she heard rumbling, and her mind yelled at her to get away from the water, because she recognized it as heat lightning.

'Heat lightning?! Oh SHIT!'

She threw her clean clothes on, and ran out of the shower room, then to the back door. She had forgotten her laptop outside. She dashed out to the backyard just in time to see a bolt of lightning strike her teal laptop. The force of the strike sent her onto her back, gasping for air, shocked. 'Well... THAT was fun....'


MEANWHILE....
Carlos was strolling along the base when he felt a very large bang. Shocked, he cried out and hit the deck until he was sure that there wasn't any threat. After regaining his nerve, he ran to the command center to see what the hell had just happened. 'Dude that was freaky!' he thought as he ran.

Rounding a corner, he crashed headfirst into something hard, and metallic. He was forced back a few steps, and then felt like he had been hit by a truck, sliding along the smooth floor for about ten feet. When he opened his eyes, he was staring into the optics of a five foot tall... something.

It was Hotshot.

As a baby.



TBC
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DMK: Ya like? Thought you would! Anyway, even though chapter two was posted, REVIEW THIS ONE TOO PLEASE!!