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I've re-submitted it as 'Morning' made a good point about paragraphs when
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Hello, welcome. I have a tale for you to hear; one of friendship, trust and love, and hopefully from it you will learn that bottling up ones feelings can cause more upset than need be. My story begins in Chicago, in a lone garage, one sunny, and bright morning... The Martian sat glassy eyed watching the water pour out of the tap. Though his attention was else where. The day before his grey furred brother had been sorely reminded of his past by that over-ripen, over ugly, excuse for life. Lawrence Limburger. Of course after they'd blown up his tower Modo had let it get to him to the point where he was holding back both anger and a tear. This had happened several times since they had crashed on Earth to both Modo and Throttle, though Modo being that bit more sensitive made it harder for the younger, white furred brother, to cheer him up. He never let it get to him, joking around, winding them up. The only care he had in the world seemed to be where the next batch of fun was to be found. Now these bouts of depression weren't a regular thing, they were few and far between, and something specific had to trigger them off, except for this one day. A day that should be seen through their eyes, as that way my friend you may get a better feel for the story about to unfold...
Vincent:
I don't know how long I'd been daydreaming, but it was long enough for me to feel water against my feet. The bath had over flown which meant I had to clean it up. Now normally I hate cleaning, housework and stuff like that, and not being mean but women are just better at that than us guys, as I just demonstrated. I just didn't feel like doing it, I just didn't feel like doing anything at all. My mind didn't want to even think of something fun or out right dangerous to do. My heart wasn't in it today, my heart just felt like a lump of rock. My mind was however continually going back to what Modo had said the day before, "Your right bro, I shouldn't let it get me down" He'd said "You never let anything effect you, its as if your heart was made of Plutarkian steel, you've no cares in the world, and you of most have had the hardest life. I wouldn't of been able to take it as you have." That's when Throttle agreed with him, punching me in the arm, laughing. At the time I just forgot, taking it in my stride reminding them who's the best. But that night it came back to me, and for once I did take time out to think about it. Normally I just ignore things, I mean if you can't knock it down, just ignore it or it'll knock you down. As my father taught me. That's when I started thinking: As kids me and Modo were neighbours and Throttle live directly opposite down our little street. Our mothers were the best of friends and so were we, and still are. Modo and my father had served along side the Saturians, in the war against the Neptostans when they were young. Throttle's dad at the time was too young. The Neptostans where an army of women and it was those women who'd sent my father on the wrong track in his head. He watched them kill quite a few of his comrades and anything with a feminine shape tended to remind him of that. Well, years later Modo dad meets his mum and got married and had 5 kids, and during this my father meets my mother, and fell in love. I mean its not like he didn't love her because he did and Ma knew that. He was protective of her, its just if she did something wrong, he'd get it in his head it wasn't her, that she was some sort of Neptostan in disguise or something, and knock her about. But only cause he thought Ma was to perfect for that and as soon as he realised, he was always so sorry, and would try and make it up to her. Mother would have left him as they married late after I was born, and she always reassured me that he couldn't help it. Well one day I was with my bros playing Throttles new game, I can't remember what it was, just Ma walking in with this haunted look on her face covered in blood, and she dropped the shell hammer that she used to break the tough shells of a gratus. (Martian insects). I don't really remember much else as it was all a sort of blur. There was this law enforcer taking my Mother away, and an ambulance by our house. I stayed the night with Modo and his 4 sisters. Around that time I thought girls were gross, can you imagine? I was later given to the nice couple down the road who we always did odd jobs for, like wash their bikes and rake their lawn. They couldn't have children of their own and where glad to take me in. My father wasn't seen again, I got to visit him in hospital but then news came that he'd just vanished. Then the Plutarkians came...
It was thinking about this all night that I didn't get much sleep tossing and turning, I couldn't get comfortable. Maybe that's why I feel so out of it. Charlie was screaming something at me but I just couldn't focus on what she was saying, probably cause I just realised I m strolling round in my boxers. I never did get my bath. I ran my fingers through my hair feeling the lining of my mask, and can't help but sigh. I grabbed the nearest of clothing to me; a pair of baggy jeans and a red T-shirt. Not my usual attire but I just can't be fussed with it today. I have to get through a ball game yet. Maybe I'd feel better after a good night sleep and a cold bath...
Hello, welcome. I have a tale for you to hear; one of friendship, trust and love, and hopefully from it you will learn that bottling up ones feelings can cause more upset than need be. My story begins in Chicago, in a lone garage, one sunny, and bright morning... The Martian sat glassy eyed watching the water pour out of the tap. Though his attention was else where. The day before his grey furred brother had been sorely reminded of his past by that over-ripen, over ugly, excuse for life. Lawrence Limburger. Of course after they'd blown up his tower Modo had let it get to him to the point where he was holding back both anger and a tear. This had happened several times since they had crashed on Earth to both Modo and Throttle, though Modo being that bit more sensitive made it harder for the younger, white furred brother, to cheer him up. He never let it get to him, joking around, winding them up. The only care he had in the world seemed to be where the next batch of fun was to be found. Now these bouts of depression weren't a regular thing, they were few and far between, and something specific had to trigger them off, except for this one day. A day that should be seen through their eyes, as that way my friend you may get a better feel for the story about to unfold...
Vincent:
I don't know how long I'd been daydreaming, but it was long enough for me to feel water against my feet. The bath had over flown which meant I had to clean it up. Now normally I hate cleaning, housework and stuff like that, and not being mean but women are just better at that than us guys, as I just demonstrated. I just didn't feel like doing it, I just didn't feel like doing anything at all. My mind didn't want to even think of something fun or out right dangerous to do. My heart wasn't in it today, my heart just felt like a lump of rock. My mind was however continually going back to what Modo had said the day before, "Your right bro, I shouldn't let it get me down" He'd said "You never let anything effect you, its as if your heart was made of Plutarkian steel, you've no cares in the world, and you of most have had the hardest life. I wouldn't of been able to take it as you have." That's when Throttle agreed with him, punching me in the arm, laughing. At the time I just forgot, taking it in my stride reminding them who's the best. But that night it came back to me, and for once I did take time out to think about it. Normally I just ignore things, I mean if you can't knock it down, just ignore it or it'll knock you down. As my father taught me. That's when I started thinking: As kids me and Modo were neighbours and Throttle live directly opposite down our little street. Our mothers were the best of friends and so were we, and still are. Modo and my father had served along side the Saturians, in the war against the Neptostans when they were young. Throttle's dad at the time was too young. The Neptostans where an army of women and it was those women who'd sent my father on the wrong track in his head. He watched them kill quite a few of his comrades and anything with a feminine shape tended to remind him of that. Well, years later Modo dad meets his mum and got married and had 5 kids, and during this my father meets my mother, and fell in love. I mean its not like he didn't love her because he did and Ma knew that. He was protective of her, its just if she did something wrong, he'd get it in his head it wasn't her, that she was some sort of Neptostan in disguise or something, and knock her about. But only cause he thought Ma was to perfect for that and as soon as he realised, he was always so sorry, and would try and make it up to her. Mother would have left him as they married late after I was born, and she always reassured me that he couldn't help it. Well one day I was with my bros playing Throttles new game, I can't remember what it was, just Ma walking in with this haunted look on her face covered in blood, and she dropped the shell hammer that she used to break the tough shells of a gratus. (Martian insects). I don't really remember much else as it was all a sort of blur. There was this law enforcer taking my Mother away, and an ambulance by our house. I stayed the night with Modo and his 4 sisters. Around that time I thought girls were gross, can you imagine? I was later given to the nice couple down the road who we always did odd jobs for, like wash their bikes and rake their lawn. They couldn't have children of their own and where glad to take me in. My father wasn't seen again, I got to visit him in hospital but then news came that he'd just vanished. Then the Plutarkians came...
It was thinking about this all night that I didn't get much sleep tossing and turning, I couldn't get comfortable. Maybe that's why I feel so out of it. Charlie was screaming something at me but I just couldn't focus on what she was saying, probably cause I just realised I m strolling round in my boxers. I never did get my bath. I ran my fingers through my hair feeling the lining of my mask, and can't help but sigh. I grabbed the nearest of clothing to me; a pair of baggy jeans and a red T-shirt. Not my usual attire but I just can't be fussed with it today. I have to get through a ball game yet. Maybe I'd feel better after a good night sleep and a cold bath...