Promises
By Catherine Goldfinch
Nigel stood in the garage, looking at the silver hardsuit. Sylia had asked him to build three new hardsuits, in the colours of: Red, Green, and Blue. She obviosly thought that Nene, Linna, and Priss had survived. He took a spanner and began to work on the suits.
"Sylia," Sylia began, "Look what you've done." She squeezed the glass she was holding and it broke. "They're lost because of you," She said as champagne and blood run down her leg, "and you aren't doing anything to find them" She screamed at the unresponsive and now broken glass.
Mackie who was in a room nearby, was eagerly looking on the internet for any traces of Nene or any of the rest of Sylia's puppets. So-far he had found nothing. Naught. Zilch. Zero. Absolutley, Positivley Nothing. They're out there somewhere. Mackie thought I'll find them.
Meanwhile Leon was on his third beer by now, he was planning on getting really drunk. He held up his glass and thought Poor Priss. 'And what are you doing?' A voice that sounded suspiciosly like Nene responded. What do you mean? Leon thought. 'Well didn't you her a promise?' A voice that sounded like Daley spoke. Well.Yeah. 'So what are you doing here, sitting flat on your butt drinking them out of stock, when she needs your help' The voice like Nene spoke again. How do I find her? Leon thought, in response. //Follow your heart.// His mother had said. //Make me proud of you son.// his father had said. Leon looked thoughtful for a minute. Priss. He thought as he paid the tab, Hold on I'm coming for you.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Author's notes: Ok I don't know if anyone likes the story, if you do please review. If I don't get reviews than I won't do another chapter. I don't know how many chapters there are going to be, it all depends on if you lik the story. BYE-BYE
By Catherine Goldfinch
Nigel stood in the garage, looking at the silver hardsuit. Sylia had asked him to build three new hardsuits, in the colours of: Red, Green, and Blue. She obviosly thought that Nene, Linna, and Priss had survived. He took a spanner and began to work on the suits.
"Sylia," Sylia began, "Look what you've done." She squeezed the glass she was holding and it broke. "They're lost because of you," She said as champagne and blood run down her leg, "and you aren't doing anything to find them" She screamed at the unresponsive and now broken glass.
Mackie who was in a room nearby, was eagerly looking on the internet for any traces of Nene or any of the rest of Sylia's puppets. So-far he had found nothing. Naught. Zilch. Zero. Absolutley, Positivley Nothing. They're out there somewhere. Mackie thought I'll find them.
Meanwhile Leon was on his third beer by now, he was planning on getting really drunk. He held up his glass and thought Poor Priss. 'And what are you doing?' A voice that sounded suspiciosly like Nene responded. What do you mean? Leon thought. 'Well didn't you her a promise?' A voice that sounded like Daley spoke. Well.Yeah. 'So what are you doing here, sitting flat on your butt drinking them out of stock, when she needs your help' The voice like Nene spoke again. How do I find her? Leon thought, in response. //Follow your heart.// His mother had said. //Make me proud of you son.// his father had said. Leon looked thoughtful for a minute. Priss. He thought as he paid the tab, Hold on I'm coming for you.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Author's notes: Ok I don't know if anyone likes the story, if you do please review. If I don't get reviews than I won't do another chapter. I don't know how many chapters there are going to be, it all depends on if you lik the story. BYE-BYE