Chapter Five: Fate……
Author: The Great Sepy
AN: I've been getting a lot of reviews lately…Seems like a few of ya are confused on my story plot line…..I'm sorry, if this is upsetting ya, please, be patient…..The story will begin to smooth out as time goes on. It's going to be rough now, since I have to introduce a lot of story information. I have a powerful imagination and I sometimes become so involved in my writing, that I forget to slow down. I apologize, and will add more detail to aid in your understudying. Again, I apologize.
Chapter Rating: Pg-13 (Its always going to be Pg-13.)
Without a doubt, the past few days had been the strangest that the group had faced in their trials. Challanger sat alone, nursing his acing mind for a solution to their unique dilemma. "Shall we help our newest acquantance, or should we forget the whole situation alltogether….." he thought to himself.
It was unsual though, even since that past few days, no memories, speech or other forms of communication had arose from the young man. "Maybe…It is hopeless, after all…."
He glanced up at the young man, sitting alone by a window, wearing borrowed clothes from both Roxton and Malone. The shirt was tucked in, and the sleeves were too long, but at least the pants fix. The boots were another story……
Challenger sighed loudly, shaking his hands against his sides, yawning wearily. "Too much work…For one person to complete…" He rubbed his hand against his eyes, the young man glanced away from the window, noting Challenger getting up from his seat. He rose quickly, moving towards Challanger, smiling friendly.
"That's….Fine, pal. I'm just going to get a little fresh air." He motion back to the couch, with his hands. "Sit, and don't worry, I'll be right outside" He walked over to the pourch door, and opened it, and closing it softly behind him. Margureete, Roxton, Malone and Veronica stood disucessing the next course of action.
Malone was in a heated debate with Margureete, who kept counterattacking his arugment with one of her own, "I think that we should take the kid in! He cant even speak, and barly take care of himself. What right to we have to throw him out?"
Margureete glared at him coldly, "That wrong! He's just a kid, and if we do that, we are sentencing him to a sure death, ether by the savages or by raptors…Hell, that thing that started this whole incident could come back, and take him out!"
Challenger commented on the situation, "I think…..That we should help him…." This had an praising look from Roxton and Veronica, besides the dark look from Malone, "Its true that he is quite illiterate, and I'm not even sure if he can fully understand us, even now."
Veronica shook her head, "So then, what do we do?"
Roxton nodded his head, "Were at a stalemate……"
Margureete looked at Roxton, "Are we? I think the answer is quite clear….."
"This is were you will be staying for the time being." Veronica pointed to a small cot, set next to a back wall. She had taken the liberity to showing their "guest" around, hoping to achive a small breakthough in communication. "Its not much, but its what we can to on such short notice." She pointed to the bed, and started to head back out to the main room. "Oh, I almost forgot….Don't head outside, unless Challanger or me is with you. After all that's happen, the last thing we want is for you to be totally shredded by a raptor or Rex."
She turned her head, "By the way…I didn't catch your name…."
It might have just been the way the light entered the room, or maybe it was the hand of God himself, but something, clicked in the mind of the visitor…..One word…."Name"
He started hard at Veronica, then his mouth moved slowly, "C…Cirrus…."
Her face wrinkled at the name, "Cirrus? Well…That's nice, who gave you that name, your mother?"
He just stared at her, "Cirrus….."
She rolled her eyes, "Well, don't tell me….Just come out when your settled in, alright?"
She opened the door, and closed it softly behind her, stepping quickly to meet up with the rest of the group. "I think…But I'm not sure, that his name might be Cirrus."
Challenger shook his head, "Cirrus? That's unusual……"
Marguerite blinked, "He actually spoke to you?"
Veronica shrugged her shoulders, "Guess so, but that's all that he said…."
Roxton tapped his fingers hard on the table, "Fine then, that's what we'll call him from now on…."
Malone closed his notebook, "In the mean time, what do we do with, Cirrus?"
Challenger nodded in response, "I have already been thinking about what we should do…."
Veronica rubbed her chin, "Should we keep him here?"
Marguerite nodded, "Like a pet….."
Challenger shook his head, "I was thinking more of a team member, than a prisoner."
Roxton scratched his head, "I don't know…..Can we actually handle a person who we don't understand, and can't even tell us about himself or anyone else. Hell, he might not even know how to speak! He could be as brain dead as rotten fruit!"
"How…Nice of you, to say that….." A voice came from behind.
Roxton turned around, staring eye to eye at Cirrus. Roxton took a step back, his face blank. "What…How did you!?"
Cirrus pulled one of the stools to the table, sitting down. He eyed everyone cooly, "Take a seat…..I have a lot to tell you…And most of it, you wont beieve….."
Author: The Great Sepy
AN: I've been getting a lot of reviews lately…Seems like a few of ya are confused on my story plot line…..I'm sorry, if this is upsetting ya, please, be patient…..The story will begin to smooth out as time goes on. It's going to be rough now, since I have to introduce a lot of story information. I have a powerful imagination and I sometimes become so involved in my writing, that I forget to slow down. I apologize, and will add more detail to aid in your understudying. Again, I apologize.
Chapter Rating: Pg-13 (Its always going to be Pg-13.)
Without a doubt, the past few days had been the strangest that the group had faced in their trials. Challanger sat alone, nursing his acing mind for a solution to their unique dilemma. "Shall we help our newest acquantance, or should we forget the whole situation alltogether….." he thought to himself.
It was unsual though, even since that past few days, no memories, speech or other forms of communication had arose from the young man. "Maybe…It is hopeless, after all…."
He glanced up at the young man, sitting alone by a window, wearing borrowed clothes from both Roxton and Malone. The shirt was tucked in, and the sleeves were too long, but at least the pants fix. The boots were another story……
Challenger sighed loudly, shaking his hands against his sides, yawning wearily. "Too much work…For one person to complete…" He rubbed his hand against his eyes, the young man glanced away from the window, noting Challenger getting up from his seat. He rose quickly, moving towards Challanger, smiling friendly.
"That's….Fine, pal. I'm just going to get a little fresh air." He motion back to the couch, with his hands. "Sit, and don't worry, I'll be right outside" He walked over to the pourch door, and opened it, and closing it softly behind him. Margureete, Roxton, Malone and Veronica stood disucessing the next course of action.
Malone was in a heated debate with Margureete, who kept counterattacking his arugment with one of her own, "I think that we should take the kid in! He cant even speak, and barly take care of himself. What right to we have to throw him out?"
Margureete glared at him coldly, "That wrong! He's just a kid, and if we do that, we are sentencing him to a sure death, ether by the savages or by raptors…Hell, that thing that started this whole incident could come back, and take him out!"
Challenger commented on the situation, "I think…..That we should help him…." This had an praising look from Roxton and Veronica, besides the dark look from Malone, "Its true that he is quite illiterate, and I'm not even sure if he can fully understand us, even now."
Veronica shook her head, "So then, what do we do?"
Roxton nodded his head, "Were at a stalemate……"
Margureete looked at Roxton, "Are we? I think the answer is quite clear….."
"This is were you will be staying for the time being." Veronica pointed to a small cot, set next to a back wall. She had taken the liberity to showing their "guest" around, hoping to achive a small breakthough in communication. "Its not much, but its what we can to on such short notice." She pointed to the bed, and started to head back out to the main room. "Oh, I almost forgot….Don't head outside, unless Challanger or me is with you. After all that's happen, the last thing we want is for you to be totally shredded by a raptor or Rex."
She turned her head, "By the way…I didn't catch your name…."
It might have just been the way the light entered the room, or maybe it was the hand of God himself, but something, clicked in the mind of the visitor…..One word…."Name"
He started hard at Veronica, then his mouth moved slowly, "C…Cirrus…."
Her face wrinkled at the name, "Cirrus? Well…That's nice, who gave you that name, your mother?"
He just stared at her, "Cirrus….."
She rolled her eyes, "Well, don't tell me….Just come out when your settled in, alright?"
She opened the door, and closed it softly behind her, stepping quickly to meet up with the rest of the group. "I think…But I'm not sure, that his name might be Cirrus."
Challenger shook his head, "Cirrus? That's unusual……"
Marguerite blinked, "He actually spoke to you?"
Veronica shrugged her shoulders, "Guess so, but that's all that he said…."
Roxton tapped his fingers hard on the table, "Fine then, that's what we'll call him from now on…."
Malone closed his notebook, "In the mean time, what do we do with, Cirrus?"
Challenger nodded in response, "I have already been thinking about what we should do…."
Veronica rubbed her chin, "Should we keep him here?"
Marguerite nodded, "Like a pet….."
Challenger shook his head, "I was thinking more of a team member, than a prisoner."
Roxton scratched his head, "I don't know…..Can we actually handle a person who we don't understand, and can't even tell us about himself or anyone else. Hell, he might not even know how to speak! He could be as brain dead as rotten fruit!"
"How…Nice of you, to say that….." A voice came from behind.
Roxton turned around, staring eye to eye at Cirrus. Roxton took a step back, his face blank. "What…How did you!?"
Cirrus pulled one of the stools to the table, sitting down. He eyed everyone cooly, "Take a seat…..I have a lot to tell you…And most of it, you wont beieve….."