Goliath
I am not Scott Westerfeld in any way shape of form though we must be related by a 1/60,000,000,000,000 of a percent.
I hated the ending to Goliath, so think of this as a continuation, my way.

Deryn/Dylan

I blink rapidly.
"I have friends in high places, Deryn. Did you not think I could look you up in the newspaper?"
I sighed loudly, "Congratulations ye barking brilliant clart bag! Perhaps you want a medal?"
Mr. Weasel laughed, mockingly.
"Perhaps it is Mr. Malone or Miss Rogers you should give the medal to."
I hate reporters.
"Now, you can tell us some nice juicy secrets we can use against those barmy Darwinists or we can go for a ride in a hot air ballon."
I blanched.
"Yes, Deryn. The British really don't hide all of their soldiers profiles, pity." he paused, " I'm not getting younger here so out with it then!"
I thought rapidly, could I give up the darwinists? NO! I couldn't but, I feared hot-air balloons so much!
I bit my lip, hard. Mr. Weasel chuckled," I will take that as a no then. Have fun!"
He picked my chair up and lugged me out to the air dock as I screeched, " NO, PLEASE!" over and over.
"We'll untie you once we are aloft."he said grinning cheekily.
I screamed and thrashed. So many of my nightmares were coming true!
We ascended speedily, to bout 5 kilometers up.
I put a stone face on, maybe if he got no reaction he would let me off.
"Nope, soldier. That won't work." he chuckled loudly. I rocked back and forth rapidly.
"Let me off this barking sod of an air craft!" I screeched loudly.
"Not until I get answers!" Mr. Weasel cackled loudly.


Alek
I sat stiffly on my new bed in my new room, thinking. This lady boffin was dangerous, she knew too much about me, way too much. I hid my face in my hands.
I was such a enormous dummkopf! I didn't even bargain to know where I was! I could see my father's disproving face now. I had to get out of here.
Alarm bells rang, jolting me off the bed. Ready for action, I run out into the halls and try to find the enemy.
Only to find...

I feel horrible- but inspiration is leaving me faster than I can write ergh! IF anyone who is reading this finds some sort of inspirtational song that somehow makes me write beautifully that would be great! Preferably heavy metal heavy rock or evanescence.

Only to find Volger and the rest of his men fighting Newkirk. I survey my surroundings quick. Dr. Daae was working furiously on some machine, while Newkirk fought with Volger and the rest of my men. There were a few men by the cave's outside, they were dressed in the Hapsburg crest but they weren't helping so I dismissed them. I looked back at Dr. Daae then at Newkirk and it hit me. I ran as fast as I could over to Dr. Daae and smashed her machine. Each smash and clank of wire and metal was music to my ears. I could feel small hands clawing my face and shoulders but I kept smashing it. Panting, I looked wildly about for Dr. Daae. She was running to the exit but was caught by Volger. Hissing and bucking wildly she bit Volger's hand and brought a knife out and stabbed him.
"You will never have me!" she screeched loudly. Running, she fell into the trap of Hapsburg guards at the exit.
"NO-NO-NO-NO!"
Horrified, I run to Volger's side to see if he lives. He was breathing shallowly, and holding his gut firmly.
"So young...so sorry..." Volger fell limp. I panic and check his pulse. I sigh it is there, weak but there.
Clasping my bloodied hands together, I order the guards to take Dr. Daae to prison and rush off to stop the guards from killing Newkirk.


Proudly, I look at my handy work. I had Dr. Daae and Newkirk in jail. Dr. Mulheim was okay and ready to help me and Deryn was alive!


Yeah, I apologize. If you really liked this story and kinda got thrown off a cliff there, sorry. Wow, I am Canadian. I write stories , at least the beginnings. I just hold my quality of writing to high sights. Which makes me stop cause I get mad at my low quality. I read a lot of bronte and Austen and HUgo...
Hehehe maybe I will write more soon.