Hey everybody,
The wave of support that you all showed for this new story got me smiling ear to ear. I read the reviews, see the people who follow and favorite and it may be small right now, but it all has a chance to go up in the future… so long as I don't mess it up.
This has been a long time coming, but I never got to thank all of you who favorited and reviewed the stories of Break Away (which at this moment passed the 500 favorite benchmark) and the people who checked out My Kind of Hero, which was on a hiatus for two years (give or take). I'm truly sorry for putting it on the shelf like that, RL stuff that really needed my attention almost 24/7 got me doing all of that with little to no time on writing this.
For A Life in Bloom, the second chapter is now ready for viewing eyes. So far two out of eleven chapters are down and there's still more to go. The last one had 14, if I remember… so if I'm gonna make a splash for you all… I got to make it count.
Enjoy!
He was off the team.
Ron was suspended from the team by Kim and all of this because she felt threatened by him. Was she so blind by her own views that she didn't have the foresight to see things from another's perspective? Ron didn't even need to ask himself that answer, her actions did that for him.
Did Kim not bear witness to him getting choked out by one of the henchmen? Did she not ascertain that a way to break free was to break the guys leg and nose? Did she not see that it was the risk that this job had in saving the world? Better yet, what about the bones she's broken in her tenure, the sprains, the cuts… anything that's considered an injury? Did she ever think of that?
Hypocrisy. That's what it was. That was what Kim decided to have. If she performed the actions he did, there wouldn't be a sense of questioning, rather just straight acceptance and move on. But it's all different for bumbling sidekick Ron Stoppable, there's always the finger… always the blame pointing at him.
Resting down on the bed, completed assignments lying on the desk, Ron's nose flared upon the situation. Even as he came home, he needed someone to converse with, since Kim did what she did. Honestly, their friendship at that point felt strained and if just one person, a trusted adult can aid in helping him get through it, then there wouldn't be too much of a worry.
What a disappointment that was, expecting something that would aid him, only to be let down. The anger did not dissipate entirely from his being, but it was simmered just a bit to have him think with more rationally.
Kim wanted to make that choice, now he's going to make his. Ron slept for the night, deciding to wash away the physically and mentally exhausting day.
With the new morning, came a new opportunity. At first, he was going to see the Possible family and have breakfast with them… until he remembered the fight they had.
He decided to scrounge up some breakfast at home, for himself and for Rufus. The ambience of the house was indeed depressing and tiring. No doubt the desire to sleep in and not go to school was an idea calling to him. Even he knew that it was a risk that he couldn't afford in the long run.
It's obvious that Ron and Kim would get into a heated conversation should they be together at this point. There was a lot of things he wanted to say and none of them would be friendly… or something that he can't take back with an apology.
Walking alone to school… again.
The rest of the school days were practically a blur to him. If it wasn't, he'd be more attentive to people talking in the rumor mill that Ron was kicked off the team because of a dispute. They didn't know what it was. Some people even tried asking him, only to be met with dead silence.
The rest of it was left to the imagination… creative differences, someone got hurt, things have changed. A whole bunch of
reasons and the kicker… the majority of the rumor revolve around Ron being responsible for it.
He didn't bother to acknowledge Kim, not a 'good morning' or 'is everything alright'… practically taking it upon himself to ghost her. Classes they shared? Ron outright ignored Kim. Lunch time? Used it as a study period in the library. But the tragedy of it all is that he'll eventually cross Kim's path and talk to her.
Ron was beginning to dread the thought. But he was going to need to face that and soon. Among other things, there was the last mission that pertained to Drakken.
Drakken and Shego were planning to steal a diamond, that much was clear. But they got away from possible arrest easily. Not in terms of escaping him and Kim, rather they weren't putting up much of a fight. Normally, they would do one of two things: the first was to get the diamond and escape, the second was to not get the diamond and get arrested. A simple formula, but today was deviant. Then there was Drakken's words to the both of them.
'There will be more in store for you.'
Normally, he'd write it off as Drakken's ramblings and the behavior during the attempted robbery was another one of the average moments. But it was too easy, with too many unanswered questions. He could go to Kim with his findings, but what would that leave him in the end? Most likely, he would still be kicked from missions, Kim would probably save the day and have a neat little headline telling her how great she is. The media becoming bootlicking sycophants and feeding her ego.
But what could he do? He had no way of contacting Wade, whatever gadgets he had were practically limited compared to Kim and he was practically not worth remembering with the peons that come to bow down at the feet of her best friend.
Ron needed someone who's good with tech and he knows the guy to help. All that's left was to contact him.
'Ron'. A voice called to him. But his mind was heavily focused on many things, Drakken's warning and picking on the remains of his lunch with his plastic fork.
'Ron'. The voice called to him again. That annoying voice. Just ignore it, just let it keep going until it goes away. Don't think about it, don't pay attention, don't do anything. Just tune it out.
"Ron!" The voice called out again. Indeed, it was Kim's. He took a silent, but sharp breath and looked Kim in the eye. While Kim sported concern for Ron in her eyes, he noticed that it wasn't feigned but twisted.
"We haven't talked for a while? Are you doing okay?" She asked him. Ron eyes marked hostility and impatience, something he hadn't looked at Kim with. Perhaps in rare occurrences, now the fear of it being commonplace was nigh.
Ron's attitude and response didn't help hide things either. "What do you think?" Ron expected her to answer her own question. The redhead knew the answer, maybe it was denial, ignorance, or stupidity that choked her brain.
"Ron, we haven't hung out after what happened. I'm worried." Kim attempted to soothe his nerves, but she only served to agitate them. "Look, why don't I make it up to you? We can go to Bueno Nacho after school. My treat." Kim offered.
"Tempting, but no. We'll do it some other time." Ron commented. The tone that Ron carried filled Kim with unease. The hostility that was once dormant now filled the air, putting her smack dab in the middle.
"Wait. Some other time? I don't understand." Kim tried to reach for Ron's hand, but he moved them away from her. Ron scoffed at her commentary, finding her statement to be ridiculous. She couldn't be any more oblivious.
"Of course, you don't." Ron began in a smart aleck voice. "I mean, what happens when we go there? Would I be too dangerous to order off the menu, or are you just going to lecture me on how my way of thinking is wrong because it isn't yours? Plus, you kicked me off the team and now you want to act like everything's normal?"
"You know it wasn't like that!" Kim said.
"Oh, I'm sure it wasn't." Ron had sarcasm dripping from his lips. "I'm sure you've got another explanation for it, but I'm trying to hear it right now. Getting space from you is the best thing I need." Ron got up and was about to walk off until Kim stopped him.
"Ron! This isn't you! I get that you want to change and all, but this isn't the way to go about it. Let's just hang out and talk about the change, that's all I'm asking."
Ron rolled his eyes. "The old me isn't mature enough for you, and now that I'm trying to switch up, I'm too dangerous and rebellious to a point that you're more embarrassed to be seen with me?" Ron shook his head in annoyance "I really can't win with you."
"Ron, wait!" Kim said. From that, Ron left Kim and passed Monique. The fashionista was about to speak to him, but the look on his face suggested that he needed to be left alone.
Kim couldn't help but think about Ron's new attitude. How it's more combative and blunter, sounding like he was tired of her. It was fine to have free will and everything, but not at the expense of getting yourself into potential danger.
Ron had always been loyal towards Kim, even this changed Ron had a sliver of that loyalty, something she acknowledged. But that was changing, he was changing.
'Maybe he's in a bad mood… some space would help him, right? Maybe… maybe he'll snap out of it and things can go back to normal. I hope it does, because I don't want Ron find out about 'it'. If he does, we're in a huge bind.'
Monique walked to Kim while she was in thought. "Ron's still mad at you, huh?"
"Guess so. He's never like this." Kim huffed at this. Monique went to tap her shoulder, her way of comforting her.
"You got to give him time… and try to word things differently about his change. It looks like you're stepping on egg shells when that topic comes up."
Ron left the cafeteria and went down the hallways, from there he took his phone out without anyone noticing. He decided to contact someone about a certain something he wanted to do.
'Hey Felix, you busy?' He waited for a couple of seconds until he saw the ellipsis.
'No. What's going on?'
'Need your help with something. Can't talk about it over the phone. Meet up after school?'
'Okay.'
"What do we have here?" The figure got close, shouldering themselves onto a wall and with a shit eating grin to boot.
Ron only could roll his eyes upon the aggravation he somehow had to endure. "Oh, great… let me guess. Bonnie got in her panties, and she needs her 'put down Ron since he's at the bottom of the food chain' fix?"
"Whoa. Hold on Stoppable. It ain't like that. Probably not a nice thing to say when she's not here." The student said.
"What isn't nice is you so close to me like you want get frisky and your breath smelling like you came out of a sewer. So, if you can back up and get to the point, that'd be great."
"Where's our lunch money, loser? Pretty sure you're supposed to have it." The second student, more abrasive and impatient demanded something like that upfront. Ron just scoffed at him.
"Don't have it. Spent 'my' lunch money on whatever was in the cafeteria. I'm sure you can get some quarters down the block or whatever holding up a sign."
The second student went to grab Ron's shirt and pressed him against the lockers. But the first bully was unmoved. He just stood there and smiled. "Must be a real smart ass talking to us like that."
Ron went ahead and insulted them more. "Yup. I'm smart. I can talk trash to people like you, and unlike everyone else… I'm not afraid to back it up." Ron headbutted the guy grabbing him. The bully's grip loosened, and Ron attacked with a straight right hand that knocked him to the ground.
The first bully tried to put him in a sleeper hold. But Ron thrashed about and tossed his adversary's body to the ground like a rag doll. He ran to the second bully and kneed him in the temple. A rumbling feeling existed in the enemy's skull when he was struck, and when his head hit the lockers.
The bully staggered up to face him, but Ron took the chance to uppercut him in the jaw, then step forward and deliver a straight right hand that broke his nose. Breaking it similar to how he did with that one guy who choked him out.
Ron went back to the talkative bully who tried to rush him, but putting him in a clinch, the bully fell down thanks to a leg trip. Ron mounted him and rained down a bunch of fists to his face, painting his face red and leaving bruises.
"Stop, please!" The bully begged. Ron would ask that, but would they accommodate such a request? Of course, they wouldn't! Why would he show them such mercy when no one did for him? Ron didn't want to be weak, he didn't want to go back to that bumbling loser that everyone walked on. Never again.
The bully slipped from Ron's mount, but Ron gripped the shirt of the guy and dragged him to the ground. He put him in a rear naked choke.
"I want to make one thing clear: I don't care how many people you want to put in front of me, if you call me a loser or if you're so desperate for lunch money. I am not Kim, and I am not patient with people like you anymore. Look at me the wrong way, corner me in the halls, whatever you come up with, and I'll do worse than a broken nose. You'll spread the word, right?"
The scared bully didn't answer, so Ron hit him on the side of his head. "What did I say?!" Ron yelled.
"Alright! Alright! Your off limits, Ron Stoppable is off limits! I swear, we won't fuck with you again, just stop!"
"Good." Ron let go of the bully, but not before stomping on his skull, knocking him out. He quickly walked away from the scene of the crime, sporting a blank expression on his face. As much as he would love to maim those two stooges, the fantasy of each limb broken beyond belief… he couldn't. Not because of the law being up his ass, but it would prove Kim right on him being a danger to others.
The rest of the hours in school went by and so far, there was nothing eventful. Whispers of two bullies getting assaulted didn't come into play until the literal end of the final class. Likely, those two assholes shook it off and scurried away like rats. Ron didn't see them in the hallways, surmising they ran out of the school. He'll make time to care when hell freezes over.
Right now, Ron wanted to look for Felix, just find the guy in a wheelchair. It shouldn't be too difficult to pick out. Ron had his phone in hand, finding him on his contact list and shot another text.
'Where are you?' He pressed send and waited for a reply.
'Outside. Bleachers near the football field.' Felix responded. As he left the texting window, a notification popped up on his video… seeing a video of Kim and… someone else? Ron raised a brow and saw that there was a robbery happening which was stopped by Kim Possible and… not him.
Swallowing the lump in his throat, he went to see the recording. The video was blurry, the camera person clearly had shaky hands, most likely recording from their phone. He wouldn't be surprised if he saw comments trashing the person's camera skills.
But there was something made clear in the video: Kim fighting alongside someone else. At least it wasn't Josh Mankey, he didn't have much experience in combat and espionage wasn't his forte. Plus, he seems like a nice guy to get caught up in stuff like that.
But there was someone who fit the opposite of Josh's bill. This person was an asshole, narcissistic, clearly had a hard on for looking down on others. Why: because he was 'allegedly' the best at his craft.
"Wait… that's Will Du." Ron said. He skipped ahead to the video, it went to Kim's interview. Clearly, he went too far, and he had to go back. It looks like that he was getting to see the interview that Kim was doing.
"Another day saved thanks to you Ms. Possible, but we couldn't help but see that you have a new partner, care to comment on that?" 'New partner'? That particular part had Ron's chest constrict and his body turn cold. The tips of his fingers shook as his eyes stayed glued to his phone screen.
'Please don't say what I think you're gonna say.' Ron begged to himself.
"Will is a respectable member of Global Justice. With the usual bad guys upping their game, it is only fair that we increase our efforts. I think this new partnership will do better for the good people here." Kim said. Ron's distraught emotions showed itself to the surface. She had a new partnership, one that's doing better… compared to him?
"I know that this is a little soon… but there was another sidekick and we're not seeing him anymore. Did something happen?" Ron became frightened when the question was asked, and those fears would soon be confirmed by Kim's answer.
"As of the moment, we've agreed that he should take time apart from all the missions he participated with me. I believe that taking a sabbatical would be appropriate for his health."
Ron stopped the video before Kim could elaborate further. He slumped against the wall, head tilted backwards as his eyes closed. He breathed heavily, feeling the cursed reality that he had to endure now.
How could she? Why would Kim gallivant around the world, saving its sorry ass and throw him away like last week's news while she was at it.
'Sabbatical would be appropriate for his health?' What a joke. It was another way of saying that Ron was out of control these past couple days and he had to be kicked to the curb. Now the school is gonna look at him like a ticking time bomb waiting to explode. He'd already did it with a couple bullies, plus he badmouthed Kim on her decision.
Not even a month had passed, and Kim shacked herself up with Will Du and didn't have the courtesy to tell Ron these past couple days. Granted that he was avoiding her like the bubonic plague of the mind, but he couldn't avoid her completely. They had conversations, but Ron was withdrawn from talking to her, but not listening. Nowhere in their 'conversations' did she mention anything about a new partner helping her on missions.
Plus, where was this 'we agreed' stuff? She kicked him out, he wanted to stay. There was no mutual consent on splitting apart. So, what was the problem? Is Kim making the decisions for her and Ron now? Did he no longer have a voice to use? Did he even have it to begin with?
If there was an apt description of what he'd felt right now, it would be psychologically raped… with the last part being hypothetical. Kim's choices that he had to accept, her leadership, decisions, lectures and disdain… just laid there and took it.
So, she wants to 'take time apart'. Ron was going to give her exactly what she wants.
"C'mon people, we got practice to do today and we're already running behind!" Bonnie clapped her hands and used a commandeering tone to hasten the pace of preparation.
Basically, she's being a bitch rushing things. As all of the cheerleaders were present… someone was missing… someone in the male variety. One of the cheerleaders addressed that to Bonnie and she scoffed at the information. She marched towards her longtime rival, Kim Possible.
"You're here but that loser you have on a leash isn't?! What's the deal?" Bonnie folded her arms and tapped her foot awaiting a response.
Kim rolled her eyes. "First, Ron isn't a loser. Second, how should I know?" Kim actually had no knowledge of what Ron was doing, and it was bothering her. She wanted to discover the root of the problem, but every attempt led him to push her away or she said something that set him off.
"Well, everyone knows that you and Ron are having problems and falling out. That he beat up a guy and he's going psycho or something. What happened? He got tired of you or something?" She smirked, hoping to get under her skin with the remark.
"What Ron and I do is none of your business. So, if you can actually focus on something else than being a bitch… that'd be fantastic." The both of them had an intense stare down, neither giving an inch nor stepping back. It was then the sound of the door opening snapped them out of their contest.
They looked to see Ron, walking towards them with a duffel bag slung on his shoulders and… the mad dog mascot headpiece. Kim wondered what he was doing out of uniform and Bonnie marched towards him… giving off a sense of entitlement for an explanation.
"Hey, loser! You're late, you're supposed to be here almost fifteen minutes ago! Care to explain?!" Bonnie chose to lash out at him. She was quite lucky enough that he incurred his wrath on other students prior. If he hadn't… the visualization of him punching her square in the nose as she cried onto the ground would be a reality at the very moment.
"Ron. Hey. Listen, I know you're upset but can we talk?" Kim said, but Ron still walked at the same alarming pace towards the two.
"No and no." Ron said. He tossed the duffel bag to Kim's feet, already opened to see that it held the Mad Dog mascot suit. The cheerleaders saw this and wanted to see this drama first hand.
"I quit." Ron said. He smiled at Kim and Bonnie while rotating the headpiece. "This whole mad dog thing… it's getting tiring for me. Maybe it's best I focus on something different other than being around you and your kind." Ron referred this to Bonnie. Kim was taken aback by what Ron was saying. Did the redhead really upset him that much, that he'd quit?
"What the hell, do you mean by my kind?" Bonnie said. Before Kim could say anything, Ron smiled and answered her.
"Needy cunts, deluded assholes, basically the people I've had to endure for a long time when it came to you and Kim." Ron answered with such brutal honesty. Heck even Bonnie was steaming upon his words. She was a teapot just ready to burst, especially with her face just glowing red.
"Ron. Take it easy." Kim said. "I know you're upset… but this isn't the way. You need to stay with the team, we all need you. You're a great mascot and it won't be the same if you're not around." Kim said. She tried to defuse the situation. Hopefully upon success, Ron would apologize to Bonnie, and they could sweep this under the rug without anyone resorting to blows.
"I wonder where was this when I got replaced by Will…" Kim blinked upon hearing that. She had to break the news somehow, yet she kept putting it off. Maybe when Ron cooled off, when he finally thought about his wrongdoings that he'd see it was for his own good.
But the cat's out of the bag now.
"You really think that you can just leave the squad, leave us without a mad dog?! You don't get to leave the squad behind like that!" Bonnie roared. Ron smiled at her.
"So, all you need is a Mad Dog and that's the end of all this crap? Okay." Ron took the headpiece and forced it onto Bonnie's head. She was wearing the gear while Ron activated the foam that acted as the frothing mouth.
"Whoa! Look at that! You can barely tell the difference! The Mad Dog and the Bitch!" Ron laughed as Bonnie tried to take the headpiece off. But as she did, she tripped on her own feet and fell. "Well, I've had enough laughs. Good luck to you all and see you never!" Ron pridefully marched his way out of the gymnasium and headed outside. To no longer have the Mad Dog moniker tied to his existence, which was something he had to get used to and soon. At the time, he was an important part of the squad that aided in the school's white hot spirit.
But now that flame was extinguishing.
Ron walked away from being the vital organ that aided in pumping the school full of pride and vigor for the team and for themselves. The cheerleading team bore witness to the travesty brought to their doorstep, unaware of the full consequences that came with it. There was literally no one else who'd perform as Ron did in the costume… if not excel.
It existed once upon a time, but now that's over. Sporting events, whether it's football, basketball, or whatever sport that they had… they weren't going to have the Mad Dog represent. It would be a shot in the dark if they even find a suitable replacement.
Kim, Bonnie and the rest of the team would have to deal with this new development. The routines they had, the cheers, dances, everything. It was all compromised when Ron walked out.
Yet there were two people who were going to feel the aftermath of what happened. Kim for disdaining Ron's change and freedom to do so, and Bonnie for disrespecting the creativity and independence he has. Even the cheerleaders who saw this, looked at them… holding the two accountable for this new change that was unnecessary to occur. Kim and Bonnie knew they had to make changes and quick.
The practice was definitely going to be a long one.
Ron walked to where Felix was, filled with a sense of confidence and liberation. He savored the moments of freedom away from Kim and the cheer squad. But now it was time to get down to business.
"I was beginning to think you'd flake." Felix said. He rolled to meet Ron.
"Nah. Got held up with something." Ron hopped to the bleachers and took a seat, licking his lips and folding his hands.
"What, you had practice?" Felix said.
"Had to quit." Ron said casually. "I left the squad. Wasn't any point in doing that stuff anymore than I have to." Ron's tone held a nonchalant nature, like the change didn't matter to him at all. It was merely a part of his life that had to end sooner or later. A simple shrug of the shoulders and walking away, that's all it took.
Felix was outright surprised, Ron enjoyed being with the squad and now it doesn't even affect him negatively. But he could guess why things were the way they are.
"Guess you found out, huh?" Felix referred to the video that showed him being replaced.
"Yeah. But that's not why I'm here. I need your help." Ron said. He looked at the sky, seeing the white, puffy clouds.
"My help?" Felix asked.
"Look, you're a tech wiz… you know your way around computers better than anyone I know. Kim kicked me off the team, and I can't trust Wade on keeping the secret without Kim finding out. I need to get back into the field. I feel that something bad is going to happen, and Kim won't be enough to stop it." Ron pleaded with his friend on the case.
Felix raised his hand to slow Ron down. "Hold on. Even if I can help you on this one, what makes you think something worse happens if you're not on the field? I mean, if you want to help others, that's great. But, are you sure there's more to it?" He asked.
Ron explained to Felix his reasoning on why he wanted to go back out there. The museum robbery that was 'easily' foiled, Drakken's choice of words and actual lack of a doomsday device or even a mention of one.
"So, you think Drakken and Shego were working for someone who wanted the diamond, but they easily gave up on stealing it and said there's more to come?" Felix caught the general overview of what set off the need for this whole new vigilante debut Ron wants to have.
Ron nodded his head. "Felix, I know I'm asking a lot. But this is a chance for us to do something more. You're the only person I can trust right now. Please."
Felix took a sharp breath. Unlike the majority of people here in the school, he was someone who genuinely cared about Ron. At the moment, he feared that his friend would throw himself into a fiery pit without enough rationality that gives a safer line of thought.
"Give me a couple days to get some computer gear together. I might be able to fashion something. But going out as a vigilante… Ron, you realize Kim's not going to stand for it. If Global Justice gets to you, you'll be out of luck." Felix warned.
"I'll manage." Ron said. While it wasn't enough to attain complete assurance, it did steady his mind slightly. "Besides, I think it'd be best if people didn't know who I am." Ron took a second, believing it best to keep his identity a secret and on the sidelines. So long as they believe that Ron Stoppable: bumbling sidekick is on the sidelines, it'll be enough.
"What are you going to go by? Zorpox doesn't exactly scream, hero of the people. It's gotta be something that people can aspire to."
Ron found an answer to that. "Y'know there was this girl I met in Japan. She told me something about a flower called a lotus. She said: 'even a lotus flower blooms in the mud.' I didn't know what that means, so I asked her." Ron stood up and walked towards Felix. "she told me that how a lotus can grow in places that aren't exactly flower-friendly… like mud. She said that the mud was the pain and suffering that people endure, the things we have to go through just to be better. But that flower eventually sees the light, it blooms and grows and it's the most beautiful thing ever seen. It's why a lot of people respect that flower. The lotus flower also had wisdom, something to call its own, rebirth. Those kinds of things… I feel like, that's the one." Ron finished.
Felix looked and nodded his head. "So, your hero name. You're going by that flower."
Ron tapped Felix's wheelchair as he walked towards the football field. "Lotus. Yeah. That has a nice ring to it."
It was done. Drakken and Shego had failed to retrieve the diamond from the Middleton Museum… in normal circumstances this would leave the client dissatisfied. The failure consistently shoved down their throats with the raw expression of their disappointment.
But it wasn't. The client was satisfied enough with the reports of the incident. When Drakken inquired why, the client had rebuffed him. Giving them what they were paid for and dismissed them.
The client looked at the video and ran the information spoken to them in their mind. So, this was Kim Possible and her sidekick. From the recent reports, they surmised 'one of many' sidekicks or agents would be prevalent.
Lo and behold, this was the fabled Kim Possible, the girl who can do anything? The client simply scoffed at that. Another do-gooder hero with praise and worship that makes their already existing ego rise to higher levels.
Witnessing the fight, they saw a sidekick fighting with such tenacity and ruthlessness that it piqued their interest. Inquiring about the person's name, they were unable to get that.
Middleton, so ripe with heroes, no different than the 'other' place. They could only pray that this city has fewer annoying heroes and more interesting victims… or people… whatever they could conjure up. Already a delicious plan for this city had made its way into their brain.
A twisted smile, a look at their manicured nails, and a spark of electricity emanating from the tips… they yearned to show this city what a truly competent supervillain can achieve.
Now that the second chapter is done, sorry for the long wait. But I'm going to make it up to you. The third chapter is finished and I'm going to post that two days from now as remuneration.
There are some things going on and it got me to thinking… what if I had a p.a.t.r.e.o.n and wrote stuff like this and supporters attain early accessibility, commissions (depending on what they want), and some other things. It's been on my mind for a while and thanks to an author here, who's good at writing, there's a pull that I'm feeling towards it. But what do you all think on that part?
One more things, I want to do some review replies.
- Glad that I nailed that part of Kim down. The thing about control is that people could lose it at any time. When it's lost, a lot of things are thrown out of balance and you think what happens now.
- I'm going to predict that's a Yu-Gi-Oh reference and your eyes are hypothetically glowing with anticipation.
- I'mma do my best Agent, I hope it pays off.
- So far, so good. Just hoping the ideas I got make this particular version pop out.
- Ah, that's the thing about hope, doubt will exist in it's crevices, but when that doubt is overcome, such hope is strengthened. Let's see where this takes those who have that hope.
- To make things smooth, you got to have a clear cut idea and focus on what you really want to convey in the story. If people want to put sex in, that's fine, but the writer has to remember the story itself. I'm praying it doesn't die either... I want to do right by you guys who took the time to check this out.
- I'm glad I have your attention... and don't worry, this story should be here to stay, with those pesky deletions and reposting.
- Muchas gracias amigo
- It's always nice to meet someone who enjoyed Break Away, or any other story for that matter. Change is a part of life, nothing ever stays the same... that's something our characters will have to learn.
- Definitely jumpy, but not so much that it takes away from the tales. Let's hope future chapters are a little better.
- Amazing now, but let's see how far the story goes.
- Can't leave it after one chapter down, can we?
Hope you all enjoyed this chapter!
