To Find Ones Self...
First off, I'd like to thank those of you who reviewed. To Hydroxx and Zibble(I refuse to say koochie... whoops!) I'm sorry for the errors including the spelling and paragraphing. I will discuss these errors in another paragraph, but do to the language and plot give aways, only I'd Rather Be Drinking should read this next part.
Okay, first off I'd Rather be Drinking, you flamed me for my chapter without thinking that there might have been a few problems. First off, you're lucky I am not a monkey, or I'd track you down and hang you with your intestines. Secondly, you were correct in assuming that I did not use spellcheck. My reason for this is that I have only wordpad until after christmas, when I get my new computer.
That also leads me to my next problem: the paragraphing. While looking over the chapter to see if it was in the right format, the chapter was distorted to a point that made me believe it was not. I spaced it out and uploaded the chapter, only to see my mistake the next time I went to fanfiction.net.
Last but not least: the character remark. Well, I'll ease your pain and tell you that I did not put myself in the fic. The first two characters are "dead", except (*SPOILERS) that Michael will come back as the antagonist. Now, if you were referring to the last character that witnessed the scene, that is actually Soda. I left a few clues as to who he is by the last scene being in Highway Zero, that saying that it was the character's turf, and that he set down the 'soda' can down. I realize that they weren't the best clues in the world, but they are there.
Now that I've said that, I hold nothing against your "review". Just don't be that cruel and try to have a more open mind. Thank You!
PS The music I gave the story, even SW, is there because it fits the scenes. To figure out what scenes, try listening to a few of them while reading the chapters. I thought 'Crawling' and 'Light of the Moon' by Scapegoat Wax was perfect for chapter 1.
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Ch. 2 Enter Lunacy
Soda dashed fast to where the light had flashed. He past the frog statues, following the river. Soda kept his speed up and was still careful enough to watch the garbage that tattered the streets. He really did not want to fall into the water. Soda stopped at an alley, turning his head, looking for his desired passagewat. He bounded to the right, boosting so that his speed was increased. He finally ran out of boost as he hit a giant ramp, his speed hurling him in the air and over the fence.
He landed, his left leg buckling slightly. His leg went out from under him, and he rolled, his body like a ragdoll. He landed on the concrete street below. He layed there for a few minutes, his arm bending the wrong way and the side of his face torn. Blood colored where he had fallen. Soda coughed, and pushed with his good arm to get up. "Damn," he coughedholding onto his arm with his other. "Well, that's what I get for boosting too soon." a pain shot through the side of his head as he got to his feet. His arm didn't feel too great either.
Finally after a few minutes of 'rest', Soda was able to skate again without as much difficulty. "Good god!" he yelled as he looked next to where he had landed. Clothes and blood pooled close to where his blood lay. A trail of the red liquid was leading to the sewer intake. Soda didn't bother with it as he walked towards the blood and looked over the clothes. Shells not five feet away lay on the street. The clothes had at least four bullet holes in them, the fabric going inward.
Soda turned away from the scene, and watched as a figure watched him from the rooftops of the closest building. 'Who? Never mind that!' he said to himself. 'I have to tell Beat!' Soda high tailed it from the road-side, watching with the corner of his eyes the buildings as the pursuer still followed. He was able to get to the Highway without much inscident, before he felt too dizzy to go on. He realized his head must have bled out too much, and sat down on a wall, the fire going through his arm.
'Ugh!... I hope I can last until morning.' He cringed as he sat his arm on his lap. He laid his head back a sighed. His thoughts ran throgh his head like a runaway train. 'A blood trail? Clothes with bullet holes? Who would leave their clothes behind if they were still alive? There was only one set of clothes but two trails. Where was the other one?' These questions went through his head in an instant, but he still didn't care to find the answers.
Lights flooded his vision. Soda opened his eyes and used his good hand to shield them. A aquad car was the source, and shouts were coming from three officers with guns that had stepped out. "Not good." Soda jumped up as quick as he could, using his arm for support. The pain inn his arm was now only a dull ache as adrenaline took over. He bolted just in time as bullets cracked the brick wall behind him.
"Stop rudie!" yelled the cops as they pursued. More bullets wizzed by his head. Soda still felt dizzy, but he had to keep going. He grabbed a can and tipped it over as he got to the highway. "Got to... grind." He jumped in the air and bullets pierced the ground where he had been. He landed on the other side of the bar, missing it entirely. Soda cursed and skated passed the pathway between Pharoah Park and 99th street.
"I need to get away. Where...? there!" He spotted the archway and a the bar he was looking for. This time his aim was better as he jumped up, catching the bar and grinding. However, because his arm was out of commision, his balance was off. As he got farther his body tipped one way and he rolled again on the street. Soda lay there his body racking with the pain of his fall.
The officers advanced, their pistold trained on him for any more movement. Beside his ragged breath, he was silent and unmoving. "Well, this is finally it. I didn't think I would go out like this!" The cops got only three feet away before something huge hurled into one, knocking him down. Out of the corner of his eyes Soda saw the abject. It was a boombox.
Two more people jumped over Soda and ran themselves into the cops, catching them before they could react. The green Hoodie and golden chain gave them away. Combo stood over Soda. He bent over and pulled Soda to his feet. "Hey man, you look like crap!" Soda smiled a little. "Ya, and I feel like it too.' Combo laughed as helped Soda down the stairs to the GG garage.
"Hey!" yelled Yoyo as he skated quickly to catch up with them. "Man that one would not give up!" Yoyo said as he got closer. "He went all berserk and was saying something about his partner. Crazy if you ask me."
Combo brought Soda down to his room. Yoyo still followed. "Thanks for showing up when ya did." said Soda as he grabbed towels and bandages. "No problem. Just be careful when you're out again." said Combo. "Ya man," Yoyo said, agreeing with Combo. "Those two cops would have shot ya if we hadn't been there. Next time-..." "Wait!" Soda inturrupted. "There were three."
Yoyo and Combo exchanged looks. "No, I only saw two. The one I got with my boom box and the one Yoyo tackled." "I was sure there were three... Oh well maybe I was just too messed up to see right." "That's probably right." said Yoyo.
Combo left the room and Yoyo was half way out the door when Soda suddenly remembered the Highway. "Hey Yoyo!" Yoyo turned around and poked his head through the door. "Ya? What's up?" Soda stood up. "Where's Beat?" "I wouldn't be bothering him man. He's asleep." "Oh! Well, I guess I'll talk to him in the morning. G'night!" Yoyo left the room and Soda flopped down onto his bed, making sure that he didn't hit his arm on the way down. He closed his eyes and fell instantly asleep.
Outside a figure stood just above the garage. He watched as the last of the GGs went to their rooms. In his hands he held the limp body of one of the officers by the collar. he his eyes narrowed. He blinked once and then he was gone leaving only a blood red moon to glow down upon New Tokyo.
To Be Continued...
Tell me what you thought by RR or emailing me at Endermon3000@aol.com
I'll accept questions, comments, advice, ideas, and flames. Though if you flame, be warned that I'll flame back.
First off, I'd like to thank those of you who reviewed. To Hydroxx and Zibble(I refuse to say koochie... whoops!) I'm sorry for the errors including the spelling and paragraphing. I will discuss these errors in another paragraph, but do to the language and plot give aways, only I'd Rather Be Drinking should read this next part.
Okay, first off I'd Rather be Drinking, you flamed me for my chapter without thinking that there might have been a few problems. First off, you're lucky I am not a monkey, or I'd track you down and hang you with your intestines. Secondly, you were correct in assuming that I did not use spellcheck. My reason for this is that I have only wordpad until after christmas, when I get my new computer.
That also leads me to my next problem: the paragraphing. While looking over the chapter to see if it was in the right format, the chapter was distorted to a point that made me believe it was not. I spaced it out and uploaded the chapter, only to see my mistake the next time I went to fanfiction.net.
Last but not least: the character remark. Well, I'll ease your pain and tell you that I did not put myself in the fic. The first two characters are "dead", except (*SPOILERS) that Michael will come back as the antagonist. Now, if you were referring to the last character that witnessed the scene, that is actually Soda. I left a few clues as to who he is by the last scene being in Highway Zero, that saying that it was the character's turf, and that he set down the 'soda' can down. I realize that they weren't the best clues in the world, but they are there.
Now that I've said that, I hold nothing against your "review". Just don't be that cruel and try to have a more open mind. Thank You!
PS The music I gave the story, even SW, is there because it fits the scenes. To figure out what scenes, try listening to a few of them while reading the chapters. I thought 'Crawling' and 'Light of the Moon' by Scapegoat Wax was perfect for chapter 1.
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Ch. 2 Enter Lunacy
Soda dashed fast to where the light had flashed. He past the frog statues, following the river. Soda kept his speed up and was still careful enough to watch the garbage that tattered the streets. He really did not want to fall into the water. Soda stopped at an alley, turning his head, looking for his desired passagewat. He bounded to the right, boosting so that his speed was increased. He finally ran out of boost as he hit a giant ramp, his speed hurling him in the air and over the fence.
He landed, his left leg buckling slightly. His leg went out from under him, and he rolled, his body like a ragdoll. He landed on the concrete street below. He layed there for a few minutes, his arm bending the wrong way and the side of his face torn. Blood colored where he had fallen. Soda coughed, and pushed with his good arm to get up. "Damn," he coughedholding onto his arm with his other. "Well, that's what I get for boosting too soon." a pain shot through the side of his head as he got to his feet. His arm didn't feel too great either.
Finally after a few minutes of 'rest', Soda was able to skate again without as much difficulty. "Good god!" he yelled as he looked next to where he had landed. Clothes and blood pooled close to where his blood lay. A trail of the red liquid was leading to the sewer intake. Soda didn't bother with it as he walked towards the blood and looked over the clothes. Shells not five feet away lay on the street. The clothes had at least four bullet holes in them, the fabric going inward.
Soda turned away from the scene, and watched as a figure watched him from the rooftops of the closest building. 'Who? Never mind that!' he said to himself. 'I have to tell Beat!' Soda high tailed it from the road-side, watching with the corner of his eyes the buildings as the pursuer still followed. He was able to get to the Highway without much inscident, before he felt too dizzy to go on. He realized his head must have bled out too much, and sat down on a wall, the fire going through his arm.
'Ugh!... I hope I can last until morning.' He cringed as he sat his arm on his lap. He laid his head back a sighed. His thoughts ran throgh his head like a runaway train. 'A blood trail? Clothes with bullet holes? Who would leave their clothes behind if they were still alive? There was only one set of clothes but two trails. Where was the other one?' These questions went through his head in an instant, but he still didn't care to find the answers.
Lights flooded his vision. Soda opened his eyes and used his good hand to shield them. A aquad car was the source, and shouts were coming from three officers with guns that had stepped out. "Not good." Soda jumped up as quick as he could, using his arm for support. The pain inn his arm was now only a dull ache as adrenaline took over. He bolted just in time as bullets cracked the brick wall behind him.
"Stop rudie!" yelled the cops as they pursued. More bullets wizzed by his head. Soda still felt dizzy, but he had to keep going. He grabbed a can and tipped it over as he got to the highway. "Got to... grind." He jumped in the air and bullets pierced the ground where he had been. He landed on the other side of the bar, missing it entirely. Soda cursed and skated passed the pathway between Pharoah Park and 99th street.
"I need to get away. Where...? there!" He spotted the archway and a the bar he was looking for. This time his aim was better as he jumped up, catching the bar and grinding. However, because his arm was out of commision, his balance was off. As he got farther his body tipped one way and he rolled again on the street. Soda lay there his body racking with the pain of his fall.
The officers advanced, their pistold trained on him for any more movement. Beside his ragged breath, he was silent and unmoving. "Well, this is finally it. I didn't think I would go out like this!" The cops got only three feet away before something huge hurled into one, knocking him down. Out of the corner of his eyes Soda saw the abject. It was a boombox.
Two more people jumped over Soda and ran themselves into the cops, catching them before they could react. The green Hoodie and golden chain gave them away. Combo stood over Soda. He bent over and pulled Soda to his feet. "Hey man, you look like crap!" Soda smiled a little. "Ya, and I feel like it too.' Combo laughed as helped Soda down the stairs to the GG garage.
"Hey!" yelled Yoyo as he skated quickly to catch up with them. "Man that one would not give up!" Yoyo said as he got closer. "He went all berserk and was saying something about his partner. Crazy if you ask me."
Combo brought Soda down to his room. Yoyo still followed. "Thanks for showing up when ya did." said Soda as he grabbed towels and bandages. "No problem. Just be careful when you're out again." said Combo. "Ya man," Yoyo said, agreeing with Combo. "Those two cops would have shot ya if we hadn't been there. Next time-..." "Wait!" Soda inturrupted. "There were three."
Yoyo and Combo exchanged looks. "No, I only saw two. The one I got with my boom box and the one Yoyo tackled." "I was sure there were three... Oh well maybe I was just too messed up to see right." "That's probably right." said Yoyo.
Combo left the room and Yoyo was half way out the door when Soda suddenly remembered the Highway. "Hey Yoyo!" Yoyo turned around and poked his head through the door. "Ya? What's up?" Soda stood up. "Where's Beat?" "I wouldn't be bothering him man. He's asleep." "Oh! Well, I guess I'll talk to him in the morning. G'night!" Yoyo left the room and Soda flopped down onto his bed, making sure that he didn't hit his arm on the way down. He closed his eyes and fell instantly asleep.
Outside a figure stood just above the garage. He watched as the last of the GGs went to their rooms. In his hands he held the limp body of one of the officers by the collar. he his eyes narrowed. He blinked once and then he was gone leaving only a blood red moon to glow down upon New Tokyo.
To Be Continued...
Tell me what you thought by RR or emailing me at Endermon3000@aol.com
I'll accept questions, comments, advice, ideas, and flames. Though if you flame, be warned that I'll flame back.