Faulkner: I'm getting inspired to write LotR fan fics. Dunno why. But who
cares!! When inspiration hits, use it!
Pinky: Master does not own LotR, but Aerin Williams is hers.
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My name is Aerin Williams. (pronounced like Aaron or Erin)
But anyone who doesn't want the crap beat out of them calls me Ratchet. I am a bully, if you want me to be blunt and to the point. I'm eighteen, have nearly black eyes, and shoulder-length brown hair. I'm around 100 pounds and 5'6.
The most amazing and exciting thing that has ever happened to me occurred on what seemed to be another shitty day.
"Ratchet! I realize that you do not enjoy school at all, but neither do most kids at this school. The least you could do is humor the teachers like everyone else does." the principle was saying. But Ratchet wasn't listening. All she had done was walk out of the classroom to go to the bathroom. So what if she hadn't asked permission!
"Are you even listening!?" the principle raised his voice.
"Nope." Ratchet answered. She wasn't in the mood for listening to another one of Mr.Estes lectures.
"I realize that your home life is tough and that Kokuyo's passing was hard- " but Mr.Estes never had the chance to finish. He suddenly found himself up against a wall, his shirt collar held by a very angry teen.
"Don't you ever talk about Kokuyo. He is none of your business." she whispered in his face. Then she let go and left the office.
"Aerin, Aerin. Why can't you get over him?" Mr.Estes whispered.
But Ratchet, however, didn't hear him. She was in the girls' bathroom crying silently.
Kokuyo.
That name. Just hearing it made her cry. Kokuyo was a guy that she had grown up with. He had been the only one that had had a worse life than her. He had understood, and along the way, they had sort of fallen in love.
But, he had been killed by her stupidity. It was her fault that he was gone. Though the police and the doctors said it was an accident, it was really her fault.
The eighth period bell rang. Thank God. She wanted to get out of the stink hole.
She went to her locker and grabbed her backpack and helmet. She rode a dirt bike to school, since she didn't want a stupid car with its useless seatbelts. As she walked through the crowded halls, a path mysteriously appeared.
No one ever messed with Ratchet. Unless you were extremely stupid or arrogant. Not even the teachers messed with her.
When she reached her bike, someone called her name. She turned around and stared at the most popular girl in school, along with her posse. Ratchet found it funny she had been with them once, at a certain degree.
"Ratchet! We were wondering if an outcast such as yourself would be attending the prom." Jessica, the head bimbo, said. Jessica had more of a girlish figure than Ratchet. But it was kinda hard to tell, since Ratchet wore baggy clothes. She was more of a tomboy. While Jessica and her group wore girly-girl clothes.
"Why would I want to attend the most stupid and meaningless gathering the school has to offer?" Ratchet replied.
"Probably because you don't have a date." the much shorter Justine whispered loudly to a girl next to her.
"Probably because she can't get over that idiot Kokuyo." another girl whispered loudly. The stupid chick found herself on the ground with a hand over her left eye. She screamed in pain and started to cry her little heart out.
"The next time one of you says his name or talks bad about him, you're gonna get more than a black eye." Ratchet said menacingly. She then put her helmet and sunglasses on to hide the tears that were forming.
She raced off and let the wind pull her tears away. How dare they talk about him!!!
When she had reached her neighborhood, the tears had subsided. She drove into the driveway and entered her home. If that's what it could be called.
It's not like the house was in bad condition, it was just that only one person really lived there. Her parents were either working or out partying. They usually only came home to sleep and wash-up and change clothes. Ratchet had to do all the housework and grocery shopping.
Ratchet entered her room and hung up her helmet on a rack next to her leather jacket. She dropped her bag on her messy bed and plopped down on a office seat. She logged onto the internet and checked her email. Just junk and some mail from flamers. Nothing interesting, so she logged off and went to check up on the food supply in the fridge.
"What to eat, what to eat..." Ratchet mumbled to herself as she looked over the nearly empty fridge. She was tired and didn't feel like shopping, so she went to plan B. She picked up the phone and dialed a number she had memorized at the age of five.
"Hello Mr.Wong. Yes, it's Aerin-san. I would like a number eight, two number sevens, and two egg rolls with sweet and sour sauce. Thanks Mr.Wong." She sighed. Mr.Wong was the only one that she let call her by her first name. He was a nice old man, but could barely speak any english but understood it very well. That's why she also knew Japanese. She loved to cuss at the teachers in Japanese because they didn't understand a word she said.
She looked around the kitchen and saw one of the pictures of her parents when they had been on that cruise in Jamaica. As usual, Ratchet had been left behind. Her parents couldn't spend a second of their precious time with her. There had only been one picture of the family together. And that was hidden away somewhere in her parents room.
She turned away from the picture and turned on the radio. On came her favorite song, from Emanesence.
"How can you see through my eyes like open doors?" the girl sang.
It was a beautiful song that rocked. Ratchet hummed along.
"I've been sleeping a thousand years it seems.
Got to open my eyes to everything."
The song ended after a little while and the doorbell rang. She switched off the radio and answered the door. It was the delivery man from Mr.Wongs restraunt. She paid him and took her food into the kitchen and started to pig out. She loved Mr.Wongs food. It was the best Japanese fast food around.
After she finished, she got out her comic book that she hadn't started yet. It was the new Chobits from Clamp. She had just gotten comfortable when the door opened.
It was her good for nothing parents. What the hell were they doing home so early??? Ah well. Didn't matter. Ratchet was just about to start on the first page when a mans voice called, "Aerin Tamera Williams!" Now what did *he* want!?!?
"What!" she said as she abandoned her comic book and chair.
"What is this mess doing in the kitchen!" her father asked her none too nicely.
"Growing mold?" she replied with a shrug.
"Now you listen here young lady! We will not tolerate this! Now answer your father!" her mother scolded her with an angry look.
"Whaddo you care? You're not hear half the time anyway." Ratchet replied coldly.
"How dare you!" her mother said in a shocked voice. "We work to give you all the things we never had! And what do we get in return? An ungrateful child!"
"Did you ever stop to think that maybe I don't want some of this? Did you ever stop to think about how I felt when Kokuyo died?! Did you ever stop to think that maybe what I really needed sometimes was a mother and a father!? BUT NO! YOU WERE TOO BUSY PARTYING WITH THOSE PEOPLE!!!" as she screamed out the last sentence, she ran to her room and grabbed her backpack.
"I'm gettin outta this hell-hole!" Ratchet yelled as she slammed the front door behind her. She didn't even bother to get on her dirt bike. She just stalked off towards the comic book store that she always went to.
Ratchet took a short cut through an alley. It was one of those 'always dark and over-flowing trash cans with rats' alleys. But it was familiar, since Kokuyo and her used to walk down it all the time. But it was pretty dangerous.
An old sewer system ran under the alley and the ground had become weak over the years. Occasionally, the ground would just break and you would fall into the sewer. You would be on your own then. No one would be able to find you after you fell. At least, not alive anyway.
Ratchet was too busy fuming over the stupid parents that she had to notice the cracks in the cement. She realized way too late that the ground was seriously weak and that she should go back.
She fell into shadow. ---------- When Ratchet woke up, she found herself in a forest next to a river. "Where the hell am I?" she asked herself as she looked around. It looked to be a little bit after noontime.
She picked up her backpack and put it on. She thought it best if she found a city before dark. So, she walked along the riverbed until she saw a path through the trees. She started to follow it.
After a couple of minutes walking she heard an awful screeching. It seemed to be coming from somewhere ahead on the trail. Ratchet walked a little faster, looking around for any attackers or suspicious people. At first, she ignored the light pounding. But eventually, she stopped and looked around to see where it was coming from.
She found her answer in a black horse and rider pelting down the path. Ratchet was too surprised to move. But when the rider drew a sword, her reflexes kicked in. She jumped to the side, but not quick enough. The blade cut across her check as the rider passed by.
She grabbed her cheek to stop the flow of blood. The scratch wasn't too wide, but it was deep enough to hurt like hell. Ratchet had enough sense to stumble over to the river and wash the wound. When the bleeding stopped, she looked across the river and saw old horse tracks.
She stood there, wondering if she should follow the path or the tracks. 'What the hell? I'm lost anyway' she thought, so she crossed the river, which was pretty easy since the water didn't go past her shoes.
Ratchet followed the tracks, which were wide apart. In other words, this person was in a hurry. This was starting to get her curious.
It was around nighttime when she reached a beautiful city. Beautiful was more of an understatement. Words like 'awesome' 'wow' and 'oh my God' went through her mind as she stared at the city. But it wasn't long before she got busy with other more pressing matters.
"Who goes there!" a tall man with gorgeous blond hair that went past his shoulders said to her.
"Why's it any of your business?" her bitchiness got the better of her. A pair of hands immediately grabbed her. "What the hell? Hey! Let go of me! Let go you bastard!" she yelled and started to struggle. She would have gotten away if it weren't for her another pair of hands that grabbed her.
Ratchet got seriously pissed and started to curse as she flailed to get the hands off her. She looked up at her attackers and immediately calmed down. Mostly from shock than compliance. The two guys that had grabbed her were beautiful. Both were tall and blonds. But the thing that really freaked her out was the fact that their ears were pointed.
"Holy fuck...." she whispered as she stared at them while they dragged her somewhere. Then she started to flail with panic instead of anger this time. Who were these guys?!?! Other people (if that's what you could call 'em) watched them pass.
"Where the hell are you taking me!" she yelled at them.
"Lord Elrond gave us orders that any outsiders were to be taken to him immediately." one guy said without looking at her.
"Well, you could at least let me walk on my own!" she complained as she was still dragged along. Ratchet had to jog to keep up with their long strides. They had entered a building and were walking down a hall when a beautiful woman entered from a door.
The men suddenly stopped and bowed. "Lady Arwen." they whispered as if she was a god. Ratchet just glared at her.
"What is all this noise for?" she asked the guys. Then she noticed the teenager between them.
"We found this girl outside the city gate. I think she must be a spy that the Ringwraiths sent after you and Mr.Baggins milady." the guard on her left answered.
"I ain't no damn spy for some wraith thingy's." Ratchet said.
"Hold your tongue!" the guard on her left hissed and he knocked her over the head with.... something.
Ratchet immediately saw colors that shouldn't have been there. She slumped a little in guards grasp, trying not to fall and slip into unconsciousness. "Galdar! She is just a child!" the woman said in shock at the guard's violence.
"Oh God..." Ratchet said as her vision blurred. But she managed to get back to her feet. She had taken hits like that before when she had gotten into fights. But only when the other guy had something hard to hit her with.
She blinked to make the woman come back into focus. "My father is busy right now. She will have to wait till tomorrow to be questioned." the lady was saying. "She will have to sleep in a room and get some rest. But a guard will have to be posted outside her door." the woman said, then left.
Ratchet was then led into a small, but comfortable room. "Try to escape and you will give me a reason to shoot you." one of them said as they shoved her in and locked the door behind them when they left.
Ratchet felt herself starting to slip into unconsciousness. She laid down her backpack and fell into the bed.
Her last thought was what the hell had she gotten herself into.
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Faulkner: I accept criticism but tend to get pissed at flamers.
CrystalMeth: I'm livin' proof of that.
Pinky: Master does not own LotR, but Aerin Williams is hers.
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My name is Aerin Williams. (pronounced like Aaron or Erin)
But anyone who doesn't want the crap beat out of them calls me Ratchet. I am a bully, if you want me to be blunt and to the point. I'm eighteen, have nearly black eyes, and shoulder-length brown hair. I'm around 100 pounds and 5'6.
The most amazing and exciting thing that has ever happened to me occurred on what seemed to be another shitty day.
"Ratchet! I realize that you do not enjoy school at all, but neither do most kids at this school. The least you could do is humor the teachers like everyone else does." the principle was saying. But Ratchet wasn't listening. All she had done was walk out of the classroom to go to the bathroom. So what if she hadn't asked permission!
"Are you even listening!?" the principle raised his voice.
"Nope." Ratchet answered. She wasn't in the mood for listening to another one of Mr.Estes lectures.
"I realize that your home life is tough and that Kokuyo's passing was hard- " but Mr.Estes never had the chance to finish. He suddenly found himself up against a wall, his shirt collar held by a very angry teen.
"Don't you ever talk about Kokuyo. He is none of your business." she whispered in his face. Then she let go and left the office.
"Aerin, Aerin. Why can't you get over him?" Mr.Estes whispered.
But Ratchet, however, didn't hear him. She was in the girls' bathroom crying silently.
Kokuyo.
That name. Just hearing it made her cry. Kokuyo was a guy that she had grown up with. He had been the only one that had had a worse life than her. He had understood, and along the way, they had sort of fallen in love.
But, he had been killed by her stupidity. It was her fault that he was gone. Though the police and the doctors said it was an accident, it was really her fault.
The eighth period bell rang. Thank God. She wanted to get out of the stink hole.
She went to her locker and grabbed her backpack and helmet. She rode a dirt bike to school, since she didn't want a stupid car with its useless seatbelts. As she walked through the crowded halls, a path mysteriously appeared.
No one ever messed with Ratchet. Unless you were extremely stupid or arrogant. Not even the teachers messed with her.
When she reached her bike, someone called her name. She turned around and stared at the most popular girl in school, along with her posse. Ratchet found it funny she had been with them once, at a certain degree.
"Ratchet! We were wondering if an outcast such as yourself would be attending the prom." Jessica, the head bimbo, said. Jessica had more of a girlish figure than Ratchet. But it was kinda hard to tell, since Ratchet wore baggy clothes. She was more of a tomboy. While Jessica and her group wore girly-girl clothes.
"Why would I want to attend the most stupid and meaningless gathering the school has to offer?" Ratchet replied.
"Probably because you don't have a date." the much shorter Justine whispered loudly to a girl next to her.
"Probably because she can't get over that idiot Kokuyo." another girl whispered loudly. The stupid chick found herself on the ground with a hand over her left eye. She screamed in pain and started to cry her little heart out.
"The next time one of you says his name or talks bad about him, you're gonna get more than a black eye." Ratchet said menacingly. She then put her helmet and sunglasses on to hide the tears that were forming.
She raced off and let the wind pull her tears away. How dare they talk about him!!!
When she had reached her neighborhood, the tears had subsided. She drove into the driveway and entered her home. If that's what it could be called.
It's not like the house was in bad condition, it was just that only one person really lived there. Her parents were either working or out partying. They usually only came home to sleep and wash-up and change clothes. Ratchet had to do all the housework and grocery shopping.
Ratchet entered her room and hung up her helmet on a rack next to her leather jacket. She dropped her bag on her messy bed and plopped down on a office seat. She logged onto the internet and checked her email. Just junk and some mail from flamers. Nothing interesting, so she logged off and went to check up on the food supply in the fridge.
"What to eat, what to eat..." Ratchet mumbled to herself as she looked over the nearly empty fridge. She was tired and didn't feel like shopping, so she went to plan B. She picked up the phone and dialed a number she had memorized at the age of five.
"Hello Mr.Wong. Yes, it's Aerin-san. I would like a number eight, two number sevens, and two egg rolls with sweet and sour sauce. Thanks Mr.Wong." She sighed. Mr.Wong was the only one that she let call her by her first name. He was a nice old man, but could barely speak any english but understood it very well. That's why she also knew Japanese. She loved to cuss at the teachers in Japanese because they didn't understand a word she said.
She looked around the kitchen and saw one of the pictures of her parents when they had been on that cruise in Jamaica. As usual, Ratchet had been left behind. Her parents couldn't spend a second of their precious time with her. There had only been one picture of the family together. And that was hidden away somewhere in her parents room.
She turned away from the picture and turned on the radio. On came her favorite song, from Emanesence.
"How can you see through my eyes like open doors?" the girl sang.
It was a beautiful song that rocked. Ratchet hummed along.
"I've been sleeping a thousand years it seems.
Got to open my eyes to everything."
The song ended after a little while and the doorbell rang. She switched off the radio and answered the door. It was the delivery man from Mr.Wongs restraunt. She paid him and took her food into the kitchen and started to pig out. She loved Mr.Wongs food. It was the best Japanese fast food around.
After she finished, she got out her comic book that she hadn't started yet. It was the new Chobits from Clamp. She had just gotten comfortable when the door opened.
It was her good for nothing parents. What the hell were they doing home so early??? Ah well. Didn't matter. Ratchet was just about to start on the first page when a mans voice called, "Aerin Tamera Williams!" Now what did *he* want!?!?
"What!" she said as she abandoned her comic book and chair.
"What is this mess doing in the kitchen!" her father asked her none too nicely.
"Growing mold?" she replied with a shrug.
"Now you listen here young lady! We will not tolerate this! Now answer your father!" her mother scolded her with an angry look.
"Whaddo you care? You're not hear half the time anyway." Ratchet replied coldly.
"How dare you!" her mother said in a shocked voice. "We work to give you all the things we never had! And what do we get in return? An ungrateful child!"
"Did you ever stop to think that maybe I don't want some of this? Did you ever stop to think about how I felt when Kokuyo died?! Did you ever stop to think that maybe what I really needed sometimes was a mother and a father!? BUT NO! YOU WERE TOO BUSY PARTYING WITH THOSE PEOPLE!!!" as she screamed out the last sentence, she ran to her room and grabbed her backpack.
"I'm gettin outta this hell-hole!" Ratchet yelled as she slammed the front door behind her. She didn't even bother to get on her dirt bike. She just stalked off towards the comic book store that she always went to.
Ratchet took a short cut through an alley. It was one of those 'always dark and over-flowing trash cans with rats' alleys. But it was familiar, since Kokuyo and her used to walk down it all the time. But it was pretty dangerous.
An old sewer system ran under the alley and the ground had become weak over the years. Occasionally, the ground would just break and you would fall into the sewer. You would be on your own then. No one would be able to find you after you fell. At least, not alive anyway.
Ratchet was too busy fuming over the stupid parents that she had to notice the cracks in the cement. She realized way too late that the ground was seriously weak and that she should go back.
She fell into shadow. ---------- When Ratchet woke up, she found herself in a forest next to a river. "Where the hell am I?" she asked herself as she looked around. It looked to be a little bit after noontime.
She picked up her backpack and put it on. She thought it best if she found a city before dark. So, she walked along the riverbed until she saw a path through the trees. She started to follow it.
After a couple of minutes walking she heard an awful screeching. It seemed to be coming from somewhere ahead on the trail. Ratchet walked a little faster, looking around for any attackers or suspicious people. At first, she ignored the light pounding. But eventually, she stopped and looked around to see where it was coming from.
She found her answer in a black horse and rider pelting down the path. Ratchet was too surprised to move. But when the rider drew a sword, her reflexes kicked in. She jumped to the side, but not quick enough. The blade cut across her check as the rider passed by.
She grabbed her cheek to stop the flow of blood. The scratch wasn't too wide, but it was deep enough to hurt like hell. Ratchet had enough sense to stumble over to the river and wash the wound. When the bleeding stopped, she looked across the river and saw old horse tracks.
She stood there, wondering if she should follow the path or the tracks. 'What the hell? I'm lost anyway' she thought, so she crossed the river, which was pretty easy since the water didn't go past her shoes.
Ratchet followed the tracks, which were wide apart. In other words, this person was in a hurry. This was starting to get her curious.
It was around nighttime when she reached a beautiful city. Beautiful was more of an understatement. Words like 'awesome' 'wow' and 'oh my God' went through her mind as she stared at the city. But it wasn't long before she got busy with other more pressing matters.
"Who goes there!" a tall man with gorgeous blond hair that went past his shoulders said to her.
"Why's it any of your business?" her bitchiness got the better of her. A pair of hands immediately grabbed her. "What the hell? Hey! Let go of me! Let go you bastard!" she yelled and started to struggle. She would have gotten away if it weren't for her another pair of hands that grabbed her.
Ratchet got seriously pissed and started to curse as she flailed to get the hands off her. She looked up at her attackers and immediately calmed down. Mostly from shock than compliance. The two guys that had grabbed her were beautiful. Both were tall and blonds. But the thing that really freaked her out was the fact that their ears were pointed.
"Holy fuck...." she whispered as she stared at them while they dragged her somewhere. Then she started to flail with panic instead of anger this time. Who were these guys?!?! Other people (if that's what you could call 'em) watched them pass.
"Where the hell are you taking me!" she yelled at them.
"Lord Elrond gave us orders that any outsiders were to be taken to him immediately." one guy said without looking at her.
"Well, you could at least let me walk on my own!" she complained as she was still dragged along. Ratchet had to jog to keep up with their long strides. They had entered a building and were walking down a hall when a beautiful woman entered from a door.
The men suddenly stopped and bowed. "Lady Arwen." they whispered as if she was a god. Ratchet just glared at her.
"What is all this noise for?" she asked the guys. Then she noticed the teenager between them.
"We found this girl outside the city gate. I think she must be a spy that the Ringwraiths sent after you and Mr.Baggins milady." the guard on her left answered.
"I ain't no damn spy for some wraith thingy's." Ratchet said.
"Hold your tongue!" the guard on her left hissed and he knocked her over the head with.... something.
Ratchet immediately saw colors that shouldn't have been there. She slumped a little in guards grasp, trying not to fall and slip into unconsciousness. "Galdar! She is just a child!" the woman said in shock at the guard's violence.
"Oh God..." Ratchet said as her vision blurred. But she managed to get back to her feet. She had taken hits like that before when she had gotten into fights. But only when the other guy had something hard to hit her with.
She blinked to make the woman come back into focus. "My father is busy right now. She will have to wait till tomorrow to be questioned." the lady was saying. "She will have to sleep in a room and get some rest. But a guard will have to be posted outside her door." the woman said, then left.
Ratchet was then led into a small, but comfortable room. "Try to escape and you will give me a reason to shoot you." one of them said as they shoved her in and locked the door behind them when they left.
Ratchet felt herself starting to slip into unconsciousness. She laid down her backpack and fell into the bed.
Her last thought was what the hell had she gotten herself into.
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Faulkner: I accept criticism but tend to get pissed at flamers.
CrystalMeth: I'm livin' proof of that.