Hello everyone! I started working on a little something this morning, and
after taking another look at it, I'm not so sure I should continue it. Take
a look at what's been written. C&C for it is welcome, as is suggestions.. Do
I continue or drop it into the bit bucket? Thanks..
Dreams of Past and Present
Chapter 1 ALPHA -- Not even CLOSE to finished!
Airtight fitting and latches on the dark blue hardsuit hissed as they
opened. Arms reached up and took the helmet off, placing it off to the side.
The suit then de-rezzed, fading into vector lines then nothingness. John
sighed, looking at the bruises covering 90% of his body, and thought aloud,
"You know, I really SHOULDN'T do hand-to-hand with a boomer..". Groaning, he
walked to the stairs and climbed up slowly, painfully, out of the basement
and into the main portion of the house.
Looking around, nothing seemed out of the ordinary.. Akane chasing Ranma
with a mallet, Nabiki selling photos to Kunoh, Genma and Soun playing shogi,
Foxx with Dyson watching anime in the living room, and Kasumi in the
kitchen. He walked into the dojo to find Panda, Sapphire, Romanova, and
Ukyou practicing martial arts of various kinds. He didn't stay long-- the
aches and pains of repeatedly pounding and getting pounded on by/on boomers
were starting to drain him, so he headed to his room to rest a while.
Opening the door to his room, he stepped forward and tripped over all of the
clothes, books, wires, manga, and other junk scattered across the floor.
Unable to regain his balance, he fell onto his bed.. well, at least his HEAD
did.. the rest of him was resting uncomfortably on the floor. Too tired to
care, he drifted off to visions of the different dimensions he'd visited.
----
The man stood over him, laughing mercilessly. "Now you will know better than
to interfere in my revenge, Firehawke... or should I call you John?" he spat
down at the helpless Firehawke.
John was kneeling and shaking uncontrollably with rage. "You bastard.."
The man just laughed. "You have quite a temper for a fallen warrior! To make
sure you don't interfere
in my plans any further, I'm going to kill you here... Eh?!"
John gathered the last remaining KI in his body-- all of his soul was in
this do or die attempt-- and threw a KI-assisted uppercut. For a short
instant, which seemed an eternity to him, his hand glowed white with pure
power. The uppercut connected, and . . .
Everything in his world went black.
----
John rode the final lift upwards. He was almost there.. only hoping he had
enough time left before...
A robot jumped onto the lift with a metallic clang, shaking him out of his
thoughts.
"You AGAIN?! Didn't I destroy you once already?!", John moaned, "And I
thought my day couldn't get worse!". The robot smiled, at least it seemed
to-- perhaps it was a trick of the light?
The robot was about the same height as John, and was colored metallic blue.
On his forehead was a blade of some sort, a decoration perhaps. The robot spoke.
"You're not going to make it in time.. I'm here to make sure of that. Even
if you DO destroy me, I'll have slowed you just long enough.. and if I
destroy you, which I really would like to do, then it doesn't really matter
if you make it to the top!", the shadowed robot grinned and said.
Grinned?! Since when did robots grin???!
John was in deep trouble...
----
John cautiously took a bite of the meal, knowing well the effects her
cooking would have on him. He was resigned to a painful existance, since no
escape seemed available.
His vision blurred, and the room spun in directions that made Skyknight's
flying look tame. John jumped up out of his seat.
"What are you doing?", asked the woman sitting to his left.
The man sitting to the right shook his head. "Heh, we all know how dangerous
your cooking is to people, Akane! I think we'd better call the paramedics!"
"Ranma no baka!", Akane yelled, and with a muffled bang, ahe pulled a mallet
out of malletspace. John's last thought for a while was.. "Why me?"..
Everything in his world went black.
3 seconds later, Ranma's world went black as well.
---
John awoke with a start, gasping. These were some of his most horrifying
moments, a few of his brushes with death. Every day he lived, he tried to
put these memories behind him, to find a way home.. but every night they
would haunt him. He asked himself, "How many more times can I cheat death?
My past will catch up to me eventually..", but found no answer waiting.
John looked down at the watch on his arm.. "4:30.. dinner will be in about
an hour..", he thought, "maybe I should go downstairs and see what
everyone's up to."
John rose painfully from the floor, picked his way carefully among the
dangerous piles in his room-- his room was more dangerous than some of the
missions he'd been in! Who KNOWS what couild be hiding in here-- and walked
down the stairs.
-[END]-
Well, as I mentioned, it's not even CLOSE to started, so finished is out of
the question...
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