A/N: This is my first Slayers fic so it's bound to be bad. Since I already know this, it is useless to tell me so in a review. On the other hand, if you think this is great, tell me in a review.
Disclaimer: I don't own Slayers, Slayers Next, Slayers Try, or any of its components, somebody else does. If one of them ever goes on sale, tell me so and maybe I'll buy it with the help of some authors. It would be nice to be able to skip writing disclaimers and just say: Hey, I'm one of those authors who chipped in to buy such and such. Anywayz, on with the fic.
Chap 1: The note.
He was an ordinary kid, nothing special. He didn't like school, he barely had passing grades (sometimes not even that) and didn't seem to fit in. He was moderately fit and in most cases totally boring. He stood out in no ways at all. He had no brothers or sisters and his mother was dead. His father was often at work and didn't see him for weeks on end sometimes. He was the most boring person ever. He had but two talents, he learned languages very well and he had a photographic memory. He picked up the entire French language while listening to a French couple who was visiting his town within an hour. Spanish, at school, was his best class because after hearing the teacher for one class, he "knew it all". But otherwise, he was nothing special. This is the story of what happened on a Thursday.
It was Thursday, and he was on his way to school. He stopped off at the comic book store, Around The World Comics, to see what new was in. "What's in, Joe?" he asked. Joe just pointed over to the Japanese section. He walked on over, not caring whether he was late or not for school. There he saw his first Slayers comic, written in Japanese. He didn't usually come to the Jap section, but he had today just so he had something new to do (learn Japanese) during Spanish (Who cares about doing other classes' homework?) class. His teacher wouldn't mind, in fact she (the teacher) had asked the principal to put him in another class since he didn't need Spanish. (The principal had refused saying taking a year of Spanish was mandatory.) He picked up a copy of Slayers #1 and walked over to the counter. He paid $2.95 and continued on his way to school. He never got there.
There was an alley beside the comic bookstore, towards the school. He often used it as a shortcut, so he could get there in time for his first class. While turning the page of the comic, a piece of paper fell out. It was an old sticky note. He picked it up and read it.
"Hello you who have found this note.
I have an offer for you. If you wish
to read it say 'yes'."
Thinking 'this is weird' he said it. The words on the paper changed.
"Finder, do you find your life dull?
Well I can change that. If you wish,
you will be in another place. A
place where dreams will come
true. Certain talents will be
added unto yours, so you
will be prepared. This can be
yours if you say: I so wish it."
He continued walking while rereading the note. Talents? What does that mean? What would he have to be prepared for. Thinking it couldn't hurt to try (especially if it got him out of Algebra) he said it. Immediately the colors swirled around him. His skin changed color and he became animated. In fact the only thing that didn't seem to change was the comic book in his hand.
A/N: I hate to leave you like that, but I have to go oil my guymelef unit and sharpen the spikes on certain torture devices. *Blood curdling scream.* Oops. Gotta go. That's one of my torture victims, and I don't want him to start feeling like it's all over for the torture. Well Please Review.
Disclaimer: I don't own Slayers, Slayers Next, Slayers Try, or any of its components, somebody else does. If one of them ever goes on sale, tell me so and maybe I'll buy it with the help of some authors. It would be nice to be able to skip writing disclaimers and just say: Hey, I'm one of those authors who chipped in to buy such and such. Anywayz, on with the fic.
Chap 1: The note.
He was an ordinary kid, nothing special. He didn't like school, he barely had passing grades (sometimes not even that) and didn't seem to fit in. He was moderately fit and in most cases totally boring. He stood out in no ways at all. He had no brothers or sisters and his mother was dead. His father was often at work and didn't see him for weeks on end sometimes. He was the most boring person ever. He had but two talents, he learned languages very well and he had a photographic memory. He picked up the entire French language while listening to a French couple who was visiting his town within an hour. Spanish, at school, was his best class because after hearing the teacher for one class, he "knew it all". But otherwise, he was nothing special. This is the story of what happened on a Thursday.
It was Thursday, and he was on his way to school. He stopped off at the comic book store, Around The World Comics, to see what new was in. "What's in, Joe?" he asked. Joe just pointed over to the Japanese section. He walked on over, not caring whether he was late or not for school. There he saw his first Slayers comic, written in Japanese. He didn't usually come to the Jap section, but he had today just so he had something new to do (learn Japanese) during Spanish (Who cares about doing other classes' homework?) class. His teacher wouldn't mind, in fact she (the teacher) had asked the principal to put him in another class since he didn't need Spanish. (The principal had refused saying taking a year of Spanish was mandatory.) He picked up a copy of Slayers #1 and walked over to the counter. He paid $2.95 and continued on his way to school. He never got there.
There was an alley beside the comic bookstore, towards the school. He often used it as a shortcut, so he could get there in time for his first class. While turning the page of the comic, a piece of paper fell out. It was an old sticky note. He picked it up and read it.
"Hello you who have found this note.
I have an offer for you. If you wish
to read it say 'yes'."
Thinking 'this is weird' he said it. The words on the paper changed.
"Finder, do you find your life dull?
Well I can change that. If you wish,
you will be in another place. A
place where dreams will come
true. Certain talents will be
added unto yours, so you
will be prepared. This can be
yours if you say: I so wish it."
He continued walking while rereading the note. Talents? What does that mean? What would he have to be prepared for. Thinking it couldn't hurt to try (especially if it got him out of Algebra) he said it. Immediately the colors swirled around him. His skin changed color and he became animated. In fact the only thing that didn't seem to change was the comic book in his hand.
A/N: I hate to leave you like that, but I have to go oil my guymelef unit and sharpen the spikes on certain torture devices. *Blood curdling scream.* Oops. Gotta go. That's one of my torture victims, and I don't want him to start feeling like it's all over for the torture. Well Please Review.
