Hey out there! Yay! Reviews!
Me: (still) Holy crap!
My e-mails and such: Wheee! We must have more!
Me: ... Must appease reviewer gods.... Umm. Free donuts to the next three..Um.. reviewers! *Raises hands, awaiting applause*
Jack: *taps me on shoulder* I hate to tell you this, love... But. ..Ermm. How do I put this lightly...*Strokes goatee* .... The whelp and I ate them all.
Me:....... The whole lot??
Jack: Yup.
Me:.... *Mouth agape in disbelief* There were five bloody crates!
Jack: *Shoos me out of room as I mutter: "five crates.."* Well, looks like I'm in charge again, loves. *Shuts my door* Don't own nothin'. *Closes hands in a praying motion* Thanks you so much for reviews-
Me from in bedroom: *muffled through door* But.. those were the reviewer's donuts...
Jack: *Says loudly* On with the bloody show! BELCH!.. Ooh. blueberry! *smacksmack* ************************************************************************
A fierce crusade, as it were, was taking place in the most unlikely of places: A beautiful, tiered, garden courtyard, overlooking the sea. Today, this lush garden was taken over by extreme malice and loss. Each man fighting for what they think is right. Each man struggling to survive. Each man avenging a loss.
Jack and Hatchet tumbled to the brick walk that was underfoot. Jack had taken the brunt of the fall, having been under Hatchet. A sharp, slicing pain engulfed Jack's right shoulder. He struggled to keep Hatchet's hands from reaching his neck. Jack tried to see what was on his shoulder causing him pain. He could only glance at it, seeing red all over. He grunted as he continued to struggle with the man on top of him who was blinded with rage, loss, and now madness.
Jack let go of Hatchet's left arm and punched him as hard as he could from his position. He fell off, and Jack seized the time bought by grasping for his pistol. He had just enough time to pull it out of his sash, until Hatchet kicked it right out of his hand. Jack watched, as it seemed to slowly fly through the air. As he did so, Hatchet punched him in the face with a right.
In what seemed like such a long stretch of time to the two men locked in battle, it was in reality only a fragment of that, as Hannah stood by. She saw where Jack's pistol had landed and went for it. Just before she could reach down to get it, Hatchet had saw what she was doing and shoved her over a three foot brick wall surrounding the patio of the inn. She, and the pistol went backwards over the wall.
Jack was left on the ground in the moment Hatchet pushed her. He turned around and leapt up to him, tackling him back down to the bricks below. They landed with a heavy thud, this time Hatchet was on the bottom of the pile. Jack turned him around to face him, and landed two good punches in a row. The triumph didn't last long for Jack because Hatchet had grabbed a brick nearby, loosened by the battle, and planted it on the side of his head. Jack's world spun as he tried to hold on to consciousness. Hatchet got up on one knee and let him fall unconscious, down three feet into the garden below. He landed in some bushes. Then.. no sound.
Hatchet rose with an evil smile to himself. He looked down to where Jack fell and wiped his mouth. He then spit towards the area he fell. "All I did was justice, Jack. But, you couldn't see that." He remembered Hannah. He turned around and fierce, and determined look appeared on his face. As he fixed his glower on her, it seemed to soften into bewilderment.
Hannah stood just behind the short wall she was pushed over... with Jack's pistol. She had it aimed right at his heart. Hatchet waited, and slowly realized that she wasn't as cold-blooded as she wanted people to think. His confused look turned to conquest, even though the gun was aimed at him. Hannah started to loose the confidence she had not a minute ago as she looked at that horrible look on Hatchet's face. Her hands started to shake. Hatchet began to slowly pace towards her.
"I know you don't want to kill anyone, Hannah." He began softly, but still with an evil look about him. "You want to get away from all the death, remember? You said it yourself.." He took another step, now eight feet away from her.
Suddenly, she grew some will back. She thought of Jack and that he wasn't moving. All the blood.. She could feel hot tears forming in her eyes. "If I am to get away from death,... I shall need to put six feet between us, then." She squeezed the trigger.
Hatchet looked at her for a moment, and then down at himself. Blood was spilling out of his shirt and splashing at his feet. His knees grew weak as he vainly attempted to hold in the blood with his hands. 'Strange, it didn't hurt at all.' He thought as he found himself falling to the ground. He saw himself fall, and yet, he didn't feel the impact of the ground. He didn't even hear the thud. He was dead.
Hannah watched the sad expression on his face and felt sick. She had never killed someone she knew. They were even all friends at one point. She dropped Jacks' pistol as she covered her face and dropped to her knees and cried.
The next thing she knew, she was surrounded by British officers and being picked up off of the ground. She struggled as they began to carry her off. "Jack!!" She screamed.
"Well, that's strange." One officer said sarcastically to her. "You miss him now, after you've killed him?" He mocked.
"No, I...." She stifled.
"Oh, you don't miss him. Aye, that makes more sense." Another sneered.
'They think I was screaming for Hatchet.. They never saw Jack!' Hannah thought. 'But,.. if Jack is dead, then.. No! I mustn't think such things! I'm going to be hung for sure..'
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Upload, upload, eat, work, no sleep? No, no! Mattress, sheets, spongebob, shoe?? Dahhh!! I am so confused!
Jack: It's ok, love. *Patronize*
Me: Ahh! Where did you come from?
Jack: Uhhh...here..*Tucks into bed*hands rum bottle*
Me: zzzZZZzzzZZZzzzZZZzzzZZZ-rumrumrumZZZzzz
Jack: Ah, good. Now, as for the rest of you insomniac writers, get in line. I'm taking it upon meself to tuck all of you into bed!! There is still one more chapter here I believe, (heard writer mutterings), so you all need sleeep. *Dangles watch* sleeeepyyyyy
Me: (still) Holy crap!
My e-mails and such: Wheee! We must have more!
Me: ... Must appease reviewer gods.... Umm. Free donuts to the next three..Um.. reviewers! *Raises hands, awaiting applause*
Jack: *taps me on shoulder* I hate to tell you this, love... But. ..Ermm. How do I put this lightly...*Strokes goatee* .... The whelp and I ate them all.
Me:....... The whole lot??
Jack: Yup.
Me:.... *Mouth agape in disbelief* There were five bloody crates!
Jack: *Shoos me out of room as I mutter: "five crates.."* Well, looks like I'm in charge again, loves. *Shuts my door* Don't own nothin'. *Closes hands in a praying motion* Thanks you so much for reviews-
Me from in bedroom: *muffled through door* But.. those were the reviewer's donuts...
Jack: *Says loudly* On with the bloody show! BELCH!.. Ooh. blueberry! *smacksmack* ************************************************************************
A fierce crusade, as it were, was taking place in the most unlikely of places: A beautiful, tiered, garden courtyard, overlooking the sea. Today, this lush garden was taken over by extreme malice and loss. Each man fighting for what they think is right. Each man struggling to survive. Each man avenging a loss.
Jack and Hatchet tumbled to the brick walk that was underfoot. Jack had taken the brunt of the fall, having been under Hatchet. A sharp, slicing pain engulfed Jack's right shoulder. He struggled to keep Hatchet's hands from reaching his neck. Jack tried to see what was on his shoulder causing him pain. He could only glance at it, seeing red all over. He grunted as he continued to struggle with the man on top of him who was blinded with rage, loss, and now madness.
Jack let go of Hatchet's left arm and punched him as hard as he could from his position. He fell off, and Jack seized the time bought by grasping for his pistol. He had just enough time to pull it out of his sash, until Hatchet kicked it right out of his hand. Jack watched, as it seemed to slowly fly through the air. As he did so, Hatchet punched him in the face with a right.
In what seemed like such a long stretch of time to the two men locked in battle, it was in reality only a fragment of that, as Hannah stood by. She saw where Jack's pistol had landed and went for it. Just before she could reach down to get it, Hatchet had saw what she was doing and shoved her over a three foot brick wall surrounding the patio of the inn. She, and the pistol went backwards over the wall.
Jack was left on the ground in the moment Hatchet pushed her. He turned around and leapt up to him, tackling him back down to the bricks below. They landed with a heavy thud, this time Hatchet was on the bottom of the pile. Jack turned him around to face him, and landed two good punches in a row. The triumph didn't last long for Jack because Hatchet had grabbed a brick nearby, loosened by the battle, and planted it on the side of his head. Jack's world spun as he tried to hold on to consciousness. Hatchet got up on one knee and let him fall unconscious, down three feet into the garden below. He landed in some bushes. Then.. no sound.
Hatchet rose with an evil smile to himself. He looked down to where Jack fell and wiped his mouth. He then spit towards the area he fell. "All I did was justice, Jack. But, you couldn't see that." He remembered Hannah. He turned around and fierce, and determined look appeared on his face. As he fixed his glower on her, it seemed to soften into bewilderment.
Hannah stood just behind the short wall she was pushed over... with Jack's pistol. She had it aimed right at his heart. Hatchet waited, and slowly realized that she wasn't as cold-blooded as she wanted people to think. His confused look turned to conquest, even though the gun was aimed at him. Hannah started to loose the confidence she had not a minute ago as she looked at that horrible look on Hatchet's face. Her hands started to shake. Hatchet began to slowly pace towards her.
"I know you don't want to kill anyone, Hannah." He began softly, but still with an evil look about him. "You want to get away from all the death, remember? You said it yourself.." He took another step, now eight feet away from her.
Suddenly, she grew some will back. She thought of Jack and that he wasn't moving. All the blood.. She could feel hot tears forming in her eyes. "If I am to get away from death,... I shall need to put six feet between us, then." She squeezed the trigger.
Hatchet looked at her for a moment, and then down at himself. Blood was spilling out of his shirt and splashing at his feet. His knees grew weak as he vainly attempted to hold in the blood with his hands. 'Strange, it didn't hurt at all.' He thought as he found himself falling to the ground. He saw himself fall, and yet, he didn't feel the impact of the ground. He didn't even hear the thud. He was dead.
Hannah watched the sad expression on his face and felt sick. She had never killed someone she knew. They were even all friends at one point. She dropped Jacks' pistol as she covered her face and dropped to her knees and cried.
The next thing she knew, she was surrounded by British officers and being picked up off of the ground. She struggled as they began to carry her off. "Jack!!" She screamed.
"Well, that's strange." One officer said sarcastically to her. "You miss him now, after you've killed him?" He mocked.
"No, I...." She stifled.
"Oh, you don't miss him. Aye, that makes more sense." Another sneered.
'They think I was screaming for Hatchet.. They never saw Jack!' Hannah thought. 'But,.. if Jack is dead, then.. No! I mustn't think such things! I'm going to be hung for sure..'
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Upload, upload, eat, work, no sleep? No, no! Mattress, sheets, spongebob, shoe?? Dahhh!! I am so confused!
Jack: It's ok, love. *Patronize*
Me: Ahh! Where did you come from?
Jack: Uhhh...here..*Tucks into bed*hands rum bottle*
Me: zzzZZZzzzZZZzzzZZZzzzZZZ-rumrumrumZZZzzz
Jack: Ah, good. Now, as for the rest of you insomniac writers, get in line. I'm taking it upon meself to tuck all of you into bed!! There is still one more chapter here I believe, (heard writer mutterings), so you all need sleeep. *Dangles watch* sleeeepyyyyy
