Hello, my children of the darkness. I've been wondering why my italicized words aren't showing right. Without them, it makes my story sound stupid. Here's an example:
Italicized sentence: What the hell does "ja ne " mean?
If this quote wasn't in italics, something is probably wrong with the way I transfer chapters to ff.net. So someone out there, help me. If you do, I'll bring you into the world of darkness where you can join me in fight against the light in people! For now, underlined words will be thoughts for characters.
And another thing, I realized that I forgot the disclaimer so here it is:
I own the Hellraisers, all four of them (even the ship AND the fighters). EVEN JAMES PARKERS. I don't own the Outlaw Star, Angel Links, and everything that you, the reader, know that was in the series.
Oh yeah, another thing, James isn't the father of Jim, he's the father of-zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
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Decent into the Darkness
Written by:
Ansem Revived
Chapter 2: Hellraiser
"Perfect score."
"I don't get you. Why would a Ctarl need to use a gun? I mean really, nearly perfect sight means nearly perfect aiming."
The male Ctarl stared at the target, a flimsy plastic board with an outline of a man drawn on it. Now the man had five bullet holes in his heart, but ten bullets were fired. He then turned his attention to his target practice opponent, an Angel Links solider. "Because I think it's better to kill victims from far away than to walk up and kill it."
"Oh." The solider put his gun inside his holster. Then he took off his earmuffs and asked for Ryota for his.
The Ctarl did so and looked at the soldier's score. "93. Not bad at all"
After Ryota gave the solider his Glock back, they walked out the room and into the hallway that lead into the lobby, talking.
"I walked in the confiscation room, you know, the place where we put all of your weapons?"
"Yeah, what about it"
"I think I saw your weapon of choice, a .44."
"My Magnum revolver" Ryota said this with a hint of boastfulness. But the solider didn't seem to notice.
"I've been thinking, where'd you get that gun? They seem to be just as rare as a caster gun! Do you have a caster gun?"
"Yes."
"So where is it then?"
"On the Hellraiser, but I don't have no shells for it. I never even used it." Ryota started to remember that almost forgotten gun in his dresser by the bed in his quarters.
"Wow."
They finally made it into the lobby. Ryota sat down in a chair near a big plasma television set in the northern wall and said his farewells to the solider, now going through some authorized personnel door near the reception desk.
"Hey Ryota."
He turned around to see one of his fellow fighters. A woman. A Saurian woman of the king* series carrying what seemed to be a duffel bag.
" Where've you been, Cecilia?"
"Check out what I've bought from a fellow demolitions expert, but be silent." Her voice went down to a whisper as she unzipped the bag. "Look."
Ryota peered inside it and found two green boxes. The color was almost as green as his eyes. "What are they?" he whispered.
"Acid grenades. Just fit for my grenade launcher."
"Acid huh? Well, you know how Bill gets when you have explosives like that on the ship. Like that time you practiced rigging a C-4 room trap."
"Yeah." Cecilia started to laugh, showing her two rows of omnivorous teeth. "He waltzed in, tripped over the wire, and bits of paper flew every where." They both started to laugh loudly. Cecilia had to lean on the chair to keep balance. "His expression was priceless! Yours too when you heard the explosion. " She grabbed one of her hair-like tendrils and tried to impersonate Ryota during the explosion. "WHAT THE HELL! CECILIA! STOP IT! YOU HURT MY EARS! YOU KNOW HOW SENSITIVE THEY ARE!"
Cecilia broke down laughing again.
"And they still hurt, too." Ryota whined as he rubbed his ears.
"You guys leave me out of all the fun don't you?"
The two looked towards the hall and saw their captain standing there, grinning. They couldn't tell that Mirak was faking his expressions.
"Where've you been? We've been waiting for almost three hours." Replied Ryota.
"What was this job Duuz had been wanting us to do so badly?" asked Cecilia.
Mirak closed the distance between him and his crewmembers. He whispered, "We have to kill a group of people."
"Oh really. Who?" asked Cecilia in a hushed tone.
"Let's discuss this on the Hellraiser." Replied Mirak.
"Sure thing." Whispered Ryota. "Who's that running towards us?"
All three set their attention to the young solider coming to them. She seemed to be holding a envelope.
"Are you the Hellraisers?" she asked.
"Why yes we are," answered Cecilia.
"Here you go!" She gave Mirak the envelope. "Please open it when you leave Angel Links." And with that she left them to go into another room into a hallway.
"What do you think it is?" asked Ryota with a curious look his face.
"It's probably some cash paid up-front, but let's open it when we're on the ship with Bill. That way, we can all see."
"Yeah, let's go!"
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Second Chapter complete! Read and Review!!!!
*= King type Saurians are somewhat of the dominant race of all the cold-blooded ones. While the females are beautiful and petite(Cecilia), the males are huge and strong(Duuz).