Hello, this evil little demon child is back. This chapter may turn out to
be interesting. I am diving headlong into it without any idea of what I am
going to write. Well here I go. Wish me luck...
Summer drifted in a sea of darkness. All around her there was nothing but unending blackness. She squinted in all directions hoping to find something...anything. Then off to the left she saw a tiny pinprick of something. A screams suddenly rent the air around her. It wasn't a scream of fear but of unending, merciless pain. Frightend she started running toward the spot in the distance, hoping to find something reasureing. Her choice had not been a wise one. As she drew closer the spot began to break into the forms of two people, One was a boy not much older than her. He sat on his knees on the ground, leaning forward using his forearms to support his quivering body. The other was a man. He stood over the boy holding something in his hands. Despite the disconcerting scene Summer continued running toward them.
Soon she was close enough to see that the boy wore no shirt and there were welts on his back. The man lifted his hands and brought a large whip, that apparently was the something he was holding, down on the boys back. Another scream ripped itself from the boys throat. Summer couldn't bear to watch the boy be beaten. She ran even harder toward the pair. "Stop! STOP IT!" The man stopped the beating and turned toward her but she wasn't paying any attention to him. Her only focus was on the boy who was slowly, painfully, turning his head to look at her. She stopped dead in her tracks not believing what she saw. It was Rock. The man had disapeared into the gloom but from what she had seen of his sillouette running up, he had had an overly large nose. "How can this be?" she whisperd in disbelief.
"Summer. Summer, Wake up." Summer slowly opened her eyes to find Rock gazing down on her (through his sunglasses of course) from where he stood beside the bed. She stared at him for a few moments. A tear slid down her cheek as she remembered the Rock in her dream. "Are you okay?" she whispered softly looking over him to make sure that it had been just a dream. "What are you talking about?" he sat down on the bed beside her (a position he seemed to be in a lot lately). "I...I..." She started, then cut herself off. "Nothing." He raised an eyebrow at her but said nothing. She suddenly grinned and tackled him in a bearhug. He shoved her off and jumped to his feet as if he was going to run away then turned back to face her. Summer, in mid-jump, collided with him. They fell to the floor and rolled. Rock, the first to recover, rolled on top of Summer and pinned her to the floor. He had lost his sunglasses and peered down at her with an amused expression in his ice eyes, as if he was curious to what she was doing pinned to the floor. She glared at him playfully. "Hey! Thats not fair! You're bigger than I am. Let me up."
He released her and the moment she was free she tackled him again. Despite her efforts she again found herself on her back with Rock sitting on her stomach. She growled at him but didn't fight. He leaned over and put his face very close to hers. "I won." he said softly. He leaned closer till she could taste his sweet, moist breathe. Just when she thought he was going to kiss her he pulled away and climbed off her stomach guiltily. He picked up his sunglasses from where they had fallen on the floor and put them on resuming his cold exterior. Summer sat up onto her knees blushing a deep scarlet. "So, I guess your ankle feels better now." "Yeah, I guess." "You can return home anytime you want now." "I know." "I'll walk you home when you want to go." "You don't need to. I can probably manage."
With that she stood up, walked out of the room, and found her way out of the mansion and on her way home. While on her walk she ponderd Rock's actions. They totaly confused her and made absolutely no sense. It was amazing how he could be so warm and gentle one moment and then pull back into his own little world of training and secrecy. But then... he was a guy. Maybe it wasn't so odd after all. When she finally got home it was to an empty room. Atlas wasn't there and neither was any of the other people that he usually left there to make sure she didn't get into more trouble than she could handle. First Rock. And now Atlas is being unusual. Have all the guys that I know gone insane?! she thought to herself. Eventually Atlas did come back and was furious about how she had disappeared. Summer gave him pretty much the same treatment but he would not tell her where he had been. By the time things had settled down it was late in the night and Summer was almost falling asleep where sat so she excused herself from the somewhat still steaming Atlas and went to bed.
Over the next week Summer wandered around Metropolis getting to know her way around better. She weaseled a gun off of Atlas and he showed her how to use it in case another problem with robots arose. Summer, having nothing better to do, started daydreaming of what it would be like to be a Malduk. she rather liked the concept of protecting people from malfunctioning robots after her own experiences. Soon she became obsessed with the idea and could think of nothing else no matter how much Atlas tried to convince her otherwise.
Then one rainy day Summer wandered to the surface city to do more daydreaming. She just kind of went where ever her feet took her and without realizing it wandered toward The Duke's mansion. She had wandered into a back alley that was a platform over many working gears. When she broke out of her childish daydream of helping the Malduks massacre a group of rampaging robots and then mysteriously diapearing she got a glance at the gears and was inspired to get a closer look at the interesting swirlng masses of metal. Walking over to the railing that ran along the edge of the platform she leaned over. Still not satisfied with the veiw she began to climb over the railing. Climbing over her foot slipped on the wet bar. As Summer lost her balance and began to fall she was just barely able to get an extremely precarious grip on one of the bars that made up the railing. As she dangled above a mass of geers that could crush her to bits if her slipping grip failed, Summer began to scream.
thankies to those who reviewed on my last chapter I appreciate it. Keep up the good work. And thankies to those that read but don't review.
Summer drifted in a sea of darkness. All around her there was nothing but unending blackness. She squinted in all directions hoping to find something...anything. Then off to the left she saw a tiny pinprick of something. A screams suddenly rent the air around her. It wasn't a scream of fear but of unending, merciless pain. Frightend she started running toward the spot in the distance, hoping to find something reasureing. Her choice had not been a wise one. As she drew closer the spot began to break into the forms of two people, One was a boy not much older than her. He sat on his knees on the ground, leaning forward using his forearms to support his quivering body. The other was a man. He stood over the boy holding something in his hands. Despite the disconcerting scene Summer continued running toward them.
Soon she was close enough to see that the boy wore no shirt and there were welts on his back. The man lifted his hands and brought a large whip, that apparently was the something he was holding, down on the boys back. Another scream ripped itself from the boys throat. Summer couldn't bear to watch the boy be beaten. She ran even harder toward the pair. "Stop! STOP IT!" The man stopped the beating and turned toward her but she wasn't paying any attention to him. Her only focus was on the boy who was slowly, painfully, turning his head to look at her. She stopped dead in her tracks not believing what she saw. It was Rock. The man had disapeared into the gloom but from what she had seen of his sillouette running up, he had had an overly large nose. "How can this be?" she whisperd in disbelief.
"Summer. Summer, Wake up." Summer slowly opened her eyes to find Rock gazing down on her (through his sunglasses of course) from where he stood beside the bed. She stared at him for a few moments. A tear slid down her cheek as she remembered the Rock in her dream. "Are you okay?" she whispered softly looking over him to make sure that it had been just a dream. "What are you talking about?" he sat down on the bed beside her (a position he seemed to be in a lot lately). "I...I..." She started, then cut herself off. "Nothing." He raised an eyebrow at her but said nothing. She suddenly grinned and tackled him in a bearhug. He shoved her off and jumped to his feet as if he was going to run away then turned back to face her. Summer, in mid-jump, collided with him. They fell to the floor and rolled. Rock, the first to recover, rolled on top of Summer and pinned her to the floor. He had lost his sunglasses and peered down at her with an amused expression in his ice eyes, as if he was curious to what she was doing pinned to the floor. She glared at him playfully. "Hey! Thats not fair! You're bigger than I am. Let me up."
He released her and the moment she was free she tackled him again. Despite her efforts she again found herself on her back with Rock sitting on her stomach. She growled at him but didn't fight. He leaned over and put his face very close to hers. "I won." he said softly. He leaned closer till she could taste his sweet, moist breathe. Just when she thought he was going to kiss her he pulled away and climbed off her stomach guiltily. He picked up his sunglasses from where they had fallen on the floor and put them on resuming his cold exterior. Summer sat up onto her knees blushing a deep scarlet. "So, I guess your ankle feels better now." "Yeah, I guess." "You can return home anytime you want now." "I know." "I'll walk you home when you want to go." "You don't need to. I can probably manage."
With that she stood up, walked out of the room, and found her way out of the mansion and on her way home. While on her walk she ponderd Rock's actions. They totaly confused her and made absolutely no sense. It was amazing how he could be so warm and gentle one moment and then pull back into his own little world of training and secrecy. But then... he was a guy. Maybe it wasn't so odd after all. When she finally got home it was to an empty room. Atlas wasn't there and neither was any of the other people that he usually left there to make sure she didn't get into more trouble than she could handle. First Rock. And now Atlas is being unusual. Have all the guys that I know gone insane?! she thought to herself. Eventually Atlas did come back and was furious about how she had disappeared. Summer gave him pretty much the same treatment but he would not tell her where he had been. By the time things had settled down it was late in the night and Summer was almost falling asleep where sat so she excused herself from the somewhat still steaming Atlas and went to bed.
Over the next week Summer wandered around Metropolis getting to know her way around better. She weaseled a gun off of Atlas and he showed her how to use it in case another problem with robots arose. Summer, having nothing better to do, started daydreaming of what it would be like to be a Malduk. she rather liked the concept of protecting people from malfunctioning robots after her own experiences. Soon she became obsessed with the idea and could think of nothing else no matter how much Atlas tried to convince her otherwise.
Then one rainy day Summer wandered to the surface city to do more daydreaming. She just kind of went where ever her feet took her and without realizing it wandered toward The Duke's mansion. She had wandered into a back alley that was a platform over many working gears. When she broke out of her childish daydream of helping the Malduks massacre a group of rampaging robots and then mysteriously diapearing she got a glance at the gears and was inspired to get a closer look at the interesting swirlng masses of metal. Walking over to the railing that ran along the edge of the platform she leaned over. Still not satisfied with the veiw she began to climb over the railing. Climbing over her foot slipped on the wet bar. As Summer lost her balance and began to fall she was just barely able to get an extremely precarious grip on one of the bars that made up the railing. As she dangled above a mass of geers that could crush her to bits if her slipping grip failed, Summer began to scream.
thankies to those who reviewed on my last chapter I appreciate it. Keep up the good work. And thankies to those that read but don't review.