Three thirty in the morning
Not a soul insight
The city's lookin' like a ghost town
On a moonless summer night
Raindrops on the windshield
There's a storm moving in
He's headin' back from somewhere
That he never should have been
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls
Every light is burnin'
In a house across town
She's pacin' by the telephone
In her faded flannel gown
Askin' for miracle
Hopin' she's not right
Prayin' it's the weather
That's kept him out all night
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls
Garth Brooks, The Thunder Rolls (credit to Kawaii Spinel Queen of Evil, Garth Brooks, and everyone who used these little song pieces for emphasis in their fics. Nothing about cheating in my fic, but the thunder went along with it.)
600 sat in the living room of the Pelekai's living room. Only the lamp was lit beside her as she read some books. She had began reading at 9:00 that night and had been turning to books for comfort. She was halfway through Lord of the Rings when the clock struck 3:00 in the morning. 600 book-marked her page and set the book down beside her on the table. She missed 625, or Ozzy as he was now called.
It still felt strange to call him that. In her mind, he was still 625. He was now down the road, with Kara, with his ohana. 600 felt a pang of loneliness. Back on Turo, she'd turned to Jumba's books for comfort. But it had become apparent around midnight when she had read the same sentence over and over that books weren't helping.
Turo and Jumba's lab. Had they torn the lab down? Had any of the other experiments made it? What planet where they on now? Or will they still drifting through space? 600 sighed and put her head in her paws. She wanted to be back in the lab that was her home.
She clicked off the light and walked out the dog-door. The faintest streaks of green and pink were appearing in the sky. 600 was going to take a walk to clear her head and remember the days on Turo when she'd stood outside at dawn to watch the stars fade and the sun rise.
The morning air was still, but the creature's sensitive ears could still hear the sounds of waking birds and the splash of the waves down on the beach. It was a peaceful time that helped ease the sadness inside her heart.
This morning was strange. The sky wasn't getting lighter but the stars had gone out. Thick blackness rolled over the land and the smell of fresh water filled the air.
"Rain," 600 told herself.
As soon as she'd uttered that one syllable, a fat raindrop crashed down on her head. Then two landed beside her. Then five spread around. Before she knew it, the rain was pouring down and the thunder rumbled across the sky.
Suddenly, a clap of lightning lit the sky for a split second. 600 screeched and went dashing across the blacktop road on all fours. She needed to find shelter. Another flash of lightning lit the sky. Only forest was on both sides of 600.
Finally, a dark shape told her of a house with a porch. It was perfect. 600 dove under the steps just as lightning and thunder shook the land again.
600 grimaced. She had always hated big storms. For one thing, the thunder made her ears feel like they were on fire if it was loud enough. Now she huddled into a ball for warmth and tried to block the sound.
"Things can't get any worse," she muttered. Suddenly, a gush of water splattered her through the sides of the porch. 600 shook and sighed. "I stand corrected. It's like I've always said. 'Question fate and it'll slap you in the face.' Wait, I never said that. I meant to say that," she told herself again.
The thunder rekindled another memory. Several years ago, Ozzy/625 had known 600's weakness with storms. To pay her back for tying him over the ant colony, he locked her in the observatory. Every flash of lighting and roll of thunder was intensified. That had seemed like a bad memory, but now it was a good one for 600.
A tear rolled down her dark teal fur. She missed Ozzy, the lab, Jumba, the other experiments, and her old life. It was so hard to believe that that part of her life was over now. Earth was her new home.
It may have been more happy if she had a family like Stitch and Ozzy. But who would she wind up with? Was it someone with who she could relate to, like Ozzy and Kara? Or was it going to be Dingbat Charlie?
"I'll find out when it happens...if it does," 600 whispered to herself. She'd done a lot of talking to herself lately since Ozzy had gone and she'd had no one to talk too.
Cold, wet, and lonely. That was how 600 was when she was able to ignore the lightning and thunder and fall into black, dreamless sleep.
If you had looked under that porch, you'd have seen a dark teal bundle of fur with two huge ears, shivering in the dark.
And above her, the thunder rolled.
short chapter again. The next will hopefully be longer! Anyone who wants a piccy of 600 can email me at the address thats on my lookup page.
Not a soul insight
The city's lookin' like a ghost town
On a moonless summer night
Raindrops on the windshield
There's a storm moving in
He's headin' back from somewhere
That he never should have been
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls
Every light is burnin'
In a house across town
She's pacin' by the telephone
In her faded flannel gown
Askin' for miracle
Hopin' she's not right
Prayin' it's the weather
That's kept him out all night
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls
Garth Brooks, The Thunder Rolls (credit to Kawaii Spinel Queen of Evil, Garth Brooks, and everyone who used these little song pieces for emphasis in their fics. Nothing about cheating in my fic, but the thunder went along with it.)
600 sat in the living room of the Pelekai's living room. Only the lamp was lit beside her as she read some books. She had began reading at 9:00 that night and had been turning to books for comfort. She was halfway through Lord of the Rings when the clock struck 3:00 in the morning. 600 book-marked her page and set the book down beside her on the table. She missed 625, or Ozzy as he was now called.
It still felt strange to call him that. In her mind, he was still 625. He was now down the road, with Kara, with his ohana. 600 felt a pang of loneliness. Back on Turo, she'd turned to Jumba's books for comfort. But it had become apparent around midnight when she had read the same sentence over and over that books weren't helping.
Turo and Jumba's lab. Had they torn the lab down? Had any of the other experiments made it? What planet where they on now? Or will they still drifting through space? 600 sighed and put her head in her paws. She wanted to be back in the lab that was her home.
She clicked off the light and walked out the dog-door. The faintest streaks of green and pink were appearing in the sky. 600 was going to take a walk to clear her head and remember the days on Turo when she'd stood outside at dawn to watch the stars fade and the sun rise.
The morning air was still, but the creature's sensitive ears could still hear the sounds of waking birds and the splash of the waves down on the beach. It was a peaceful time that helped ease the sadness inside her heart.
This morning was strange. The sky wasn't getting lighter but the stars had gone out. Thick blackness rolled over the land and the smell of fresh water filled the air.
"Rain," 600 told herself.
As soon as she'd uttered that one syllable, a fat raindrop crashed down on her head. Then two landed beside her. Then five spread around. Before she knew it, the rain was pouring down and the thunder rumbled across the sky.
Suddenly, a clap of lightning lit the sky for a split second. 600 screeched and went dashing across the blacktop road on all fours. She needed to find shelter. Another flash of lightning lit the sky. Only forest was on both sides of 600.
Finally, a dark shape told her of a house with a porch. It was perfect. 600 dove under the steps just as lightning and thunder shook the land again.
600 grimaced. She had always hated big storms. For one thing, the thunder made her ears feel like they were on fire if it was loud enough. Now she huddled into a ball for warmth and tried to block the sound.
"Things can't get any worse," she muttered. Suddenly, a gush of water splattered her through the sides of the porch. 600 shook and sighed. "I stand corrected. It's like I've always said. 'Question fate and it'll slap you in the face.' Wait, I never said that. I meant to say that," she told herself again.
The thunder rekindled another memory. Several years ago, Ozzy/625 had known 600's weakness with storms. To pay her back for tying him over the ant colony, he locked her in the observatory. Every flash of lighting and roll of thunder was intensified. That had seemed like a bad memory, but now it was a good one for 600.
A tear rolled down her dark teal fur. She missed Ozzy, the lab, Jumba, the other experiments, and her old life. It was so hard to believe that that part of her life was over now. Earth was her new home.
It may have been more happy if she had a family like Stitch and Ozzy. But who would she wind up with? Was it someone with who she could relate to, like Ozzy and Kara? Or was it going to be Dingbat Charlie?
"I'll find out when it happens...if it does," 600 whispered to herself. She'd done a lot of talking to herself lately since Ozzy had gone and she'd had no one to talk too.
Cold, wet, and lonely. That was how 600 was when she was able to ignore the lightning and thunder and fall into black, dreamless sleep.
If you had looked under that porch, you'd have seen a dark teal bundle of fur with two huge ears, shivering in the dark.
And above her, the thunder rolled.
short chapter again. The next will hopefully be longer! Anyone who wants a piccy of 600 can email me at the address thats on my lookup page.