Title: Awakenings
Author: Septhiroth
Disclaimer: I don't own TLW. Even If I did, Do you think that I would waste my time arguing it over with lawyers?
Rating: PG-13 (Strong Language, intensive violence, A few love scenes ( NO YAOI) or sh*t like that….. (SO DON'T LOOK FOR IT HERE) Just good ole stuff!
Type of Story: This story will be a mixture of Drama, Action/Adventure/ Romance, and Supernatural. Since my character is different, I thought it would be good to include this information.
I slept…..Not knowing the Hell that I was going to live though…. It was all that I knew, could begin to comprehend at my Birth….For I was not Normal. Not Human like the others…. For How long…I had no Remembrance…But, I slept…For what seemed like a millennium….
The craft that I was damned to, scratched its way across the galaxy…… Forcing its way across stellar star systems, not knowing of its final destination…… With no Power…No life support, nor shields, just a shell a hull…twisting and rotating across the murky blackness…..I slept…..Not knowing the hour nor the day…Of my rebirth….
**Intro
3000 Years Later….Location: Earth: Plateau, Time: Mid Summer, 1927, 8:15 P.M PST
The Night moon shone brightly against all consuming darkness….. A Never ending struggle for life and the unforgiving resolve of death played out its hand in the Jurassic Jungle of the Plateau. This dance, continued day and night, but in once place….The fates were not allowed to show their hands….
The place, was a treehouse, built by people stranded on an unforgiving place. It took sweat, blood and toil, but they exceeded the boundaries set for themselves. Now with the aid of friends, they will take their first steps on a quest, which will change their fates forever!
Roxton stretched out languidly against the couch…."What a day….." He sighed wearily, and prepped his head against a pillow. He was about to drift off, when laughed woke him, "Can't even get a few moments rest, without being bothered…." He rubbed his face, and rose to his feet. "Might as well see what all the commotion is about…." He walked off, slightly unnerved by the lack of rest in the past few days.
He had not walked far, when the source of his troubles was in sight. Veronica and Challanger were sitting by a table, pouring over maps and surface terrain of the Plateau. Malone and Marguerite sat by the windows, telling each other a few friendly jokes, and planning the next day's events.
Roxton smiled, "So….This is what all the commotion is about."
Marguerite fluttered her eyes, "Oh my….Did we wake the Great Lord John Roxton….." She put her hand to her mouth, "Heaven forbid…." Veronica smiled, and Challenger chuckled.
Roxton glared at the woman, "Very funny….Lets see you sleep with all this talking going on!"
Malone put away his notebook, "Talking….We were just comparing plans for the next day's evens…" he looked at Marguerite, "Weren't we?"
Marguerite put a surprised look on her face, "Why yes…We were! It was an important battle strategy for our survival!"
Roxton held up his left hand, "I don't want to hear it….I'm going back to that couth, and I want a few….Hours sleep! Is that to much to ask?!"
Veronica, Malone, Marguerite and Challenger all looked surprised, then Malone spoke up, and "We'll see what we can do."
Roxton sighed in defeat, and walked back to the couch, shaking his head, and muttering to himself, "Why…Do I do this…Why?"
The rest of the group had to struggle to hold in the near-bursting laugher. Veronica smiled, and looked out at the moon, "Would you look at the moon! There are times that I could never become use to seeing the same thing over and over."
Marguerite smiled, "It is quite lovely tonight…."
Malone nodded his head, "Yes….Wait a second, Look!" He pointed out to the sky.
Challenger leapt to his feet and ran over to the window, his voice full of excitement, "It's a shooting star!"
The group watched the small star slowly streak across the night sky, leaving a bright white tail behind it, sending waves of light thought the night sky. The star flew in front of the moon, and seemed to disappear from sight.
Challenger nodded his head, "Must have burned up in the Atmosphere…."
Malone closed the blind on the window, and tied it close. He rubbed his face, "Well…I don't know about the rest of you. But I'm going off to bed!"
A lone Raptor slowly crept though the jungle……Its sensitive smelling ducts telling it food, rotting and festering, was close at hand. It clicked its claws in excitement, and its brain screaming instinctive instructions for a free meal like this one. It moved faster, a rush of adrenaline threading its way though its veins. It was close, and the smell was growing thicker with every step.
The Raptor came to a dead stop, and its brown eyes saw the source of the smell….It was another Raptor, long dead. Its body was crushed and smashed beyond notice by a large metal object. The Raptor noticed that the thing had large black spots, and stunk of something burning. The Raptor sniffed it, and jumped back, lightly burning its sensitive nose on the still hot surface. It rubbed at its nose, and spat and snarled at the large metal canister.
The Raptor took a few steps forward, and grabbed a piece of its dead brethren. Chewing quickly, it greedily jumped for anther piece. It grabbed onto the hind leg, tugging at it frantically. The Raptor kept pulling, and a loud humming sound could be heard. The Raptor's head clicked up, dropping the food. The humming grew louder, more intense. The Raptor became more worried, its brain screaming for it to run. But, its gut, told it to grab the food.
The dinosaur grabbed again into the torn and matted flesh, and pulled….. The Raptor sheared off a large chunk, when a bright light threw it to the ground. Its body convulsed, white spittle and red blood sputtered from the Raptor's mouth. The struggled to get to its feet, when anther white and blue electrical blast rippled around the Raptor. Sending its body into bone shatter convulsions, breaking its own spine, shattering the rib cage, and finally, boiling the animal alive in its own fluids. The Raptor gave one shrill shriek, and collapsed feebly to the ground. Its eyes rolled back into its head, and it shook one last and final time…….
Author: Septhiroth
Disclaimer: I don't own TLW. Even If I did, Do you think that I would waste my time arguing it over with lawyers?
Rating: PG-13 (Strong Language, intensive violence, A few love scenes ( NO YAOI) or sh*t like that….. (SO DON'T LOOK FOR IT HERE) Just good ole stuff!
Type of Story: This story will be a mixture of Drama, Action/Adventure/ Romance, and Supernatural. Since my character is different, I thought it would be good to include this information.
I slept…..Not knowing the Hell that I was going to live though…. It was all that I knew, could begin to comprehend at my Birth….For I was not Normal. Not Human like the others…. For How long…I had no Remembrance…But, I slept…For what seemed like a millennium….
The craft that I was damned to, scratched its way across the galaxy…… Forcing its way across stellar star systems, not knowing of its final destination…… With no Power…No life support, nor shields, just a shell a hull…twisting and rotating across the murky blackness…..I slept…..Not knowing the hour nor the day…Of my rebirth….
**Intro
3000 Years Later….Location: Earth: Plateau, Time: Mid Summer, 1927, 8:15 P.M PST
The Night moon shone brightly against all consuming darkness….. A Never ending struggle for life and the unforgiving resolve of death played out its hand in the Jurassic Jungle of the Plateau. This dance, continued day and night, but in once place….The fates were not allowed to show their hands….
The place, was a treehouse, built by people stranded on an unforgiving place. It took sweat, blood and toil, but they exceeded the boundaries set for themselves. Now with the aid of friends, they will take their first steps on a quest, which will change their fates forever!
Roxton stretched out languidly against the couch…."What a day….." He sighed wearily, and prepped his head against a pillow. He was about to drift off, when laughed woke him, "Can't even get a few moments rest, without being bothered…." He rubbed his face, and rose to his feet. "Might as well see what all the commotion is about…." He walked off, slightly unnerved by the lack of rest in the past few days.
He had not walked far, when the source of his troubles was in sight. Veronica and Challanger were sitting by a table, pouring over maps and surface terrain of the Plateau. Malone and Marguerite sat by the windows, telling each other a few friendly jokes, and planning the next day's events.
Roxton smiled, "So….This is what all the commotion is about."
Marguerite fluttered her eyes, "Oh my….Did we wake the Great Lord John Roxton….." She put her hand to her mouth, "Heaven forbid…." Veronica smiled, and Challenger chuckled.
Roxton glared at the woman, "Very funny….Lets see you sleep with all this talking going on!"
Malone put away his notebook, "Talking….We were just comparing plans for the next day's evens…" he looked at Marguerite, "Weren't we?"
Marguerite put a surprised look on her face, "Why yes…We were! It was an important battle strategy for our survival!"
Roxton held up his left hand, "I don't want to hear it….I'm going back to that couth, and I want a few….Hours sleep! Is that to much to ask?!"
Veronica, Malone, Marguerite and Challenger all looked surprised, then Malone spoke up, and "We'll see what we can do."
Roxton sighed in defeat, and walked back to the couch, shaking his head, and muttering to himself, "Why…Do I do this…Why?"
The rest of the group had to struggle to hold in the near-bursting laugher. Veronica smiled, and looked out at the moon, "Would you look at the moon! There are times that I could never become use to seeing the same thing over and over."
Marguerite smiled, "It is quite lovely tonight…."
Malone nodded his head, "Yes….Wait a second, Look!" He pointed out to the sky.
Challenger leapt to his feet and ran over to the window, his voice full of excitement, "It's a shooting star!"
The group watched the small star slowly streak across the night sky, leaving a bright white tail behind it, sending waves of light thought the night sky. The star flew in front of the moon, and seemed to disappear from sight.
Challenger nodded his head, "Must have burned up in the Atmosphere…."
Malone closed the blind on the window, and tied it close. He rubbed his face, "Well…I don't know about the rest of you. But I'm going off to bed!"
A lone Raptor slowly crept though the jungle……Its sensitive smelling ducts telling it food, rotting and festering, was close at hand. It clicked its claws in excitement, and its brain screaming instinctive instructions for a free meal like this one. It moved faster, a rush of adrenaline threading its way though its veins. It was close, and the smell was growing thicker with every step.
The Raptor came to a dead stop, and its brown eyes saw the source of the smell….It was another Raptor, long dead. Its body was crushed and smashed beyond notice by a large metal object. The Raptor noticed that the thing had large black spots, and stunk of something burning. The Raptor sniffed it, and jumped back, lightly burning its sensitive nose on the still hot surface. It rubbed at its nose, and spat and snarled at the large metal canister.
The Raptor took a few steps forward, and grabbed a piece of its dead brethren. Chewing quickly, it greedily jumped for anther piece. It grabbed onto the hind leg, tugging at it frantically. The Raptor kept pulling, and a loud humming sound could be heard. The Raptor's head clicked up, dropping the food. The humming grew louder, more intense. The Raptor became more worried, its brain screaming for it to run. But, its gut, told it to grab the food.
The dinosaur grabbed again into the torn and matted flesh, and pulled….. The Raptor sheared off a large chunk, when a bright light threw it to the ground. Its body convulsed, white spittle and red blood sputtered from the Raptor's mouth. The struggled to get to its feet, when anther white and blue electrical blast rippled around the Raptor. Sending its body into bone shatter convulsions, breaking its own spine, shattering the rib cage, and finally, boiling the animal alive in its own fluids. The Raptor gave one shrill shriek, and collapsed feebly to the ground. Its eyes rolled back into its head, and it shook one last and final time…….