Warrior Cats: The Four Clans

This is really good so far. I like it. Keep it up!

Jaggers: Thanks! I will continue to write! =3
Resta: Thanks!What's an ellips?

-- Edited by Scorchheart on Wednesday 24th of February 2010 12:29:17 AM

This is an awesome story man!

Chapter 3:

After the disturbing phone call, I got back on the forums, and sure enough, there was a new thread titled-HACKER DEFENSE, PROVIDE ALL PROTECTION PROGRAMS POSSIBLE!

By then I knew the idiotic hacker was out to get every one on the forums for whatever project, and they were going to do everything possible to get at them. I logged off and went to my room, hoping for some sleep. But when I got there, boy, the thing that had broken in disturbed me.

A man stood in my room, and he had a gun. The bad news for him was that I knew how to turn it against him-curtousy of Bendel Karate-but the bad news for me was that if I didn't do it fast enough, my mother was gonna end up paying my funeral bills. That would put her in a worse economic pot hole than the one she was already in.

"Please don't shoot! I'm only 13 years old! I beg you!"I pleaded, edging forward. Soon, I was close enough to grab the gun. I twisted his arm, moving out of the way before the bullet got me. It had left a burn across my chest ,and that just set me off. I used the Bendel Karate elbow to the neck trick and he fell to the floor, rocking in pain. It was lucky that I was a fast learner when it came to Karate. I would have been dead otherwise.

After my mother had finally gotten a hold of the police and the man had been thrown in the slammer, She I and the rest of the family decided to watch some TV. We went to channel 342 and watched an episode of house, until it was interrupted by a new broad cast.

"We interrupt this program to bring you breaking news. According to our sources and the local fire department have just sent us a security video of Pueblo Prison." said John Anchorman.

Images flashed across the screen as the video was being played. It showed men and women walking around the prison in security uniforms and then....the prison exploded! The security officers were blasted backwards from the huge explosion and were killed. Half of the prison inmates were escaping, and the others had been blow to bits by the shock wave and the rubble that had flown all over the place during the explosion.

"Oh my god!" an officer cried as she sat in her car, having been in the right place at the right time. The tape showed that she had just been driving in when the explosion had happened, and had stopped for a red  light just before the escapees had started running into the highway.

My family and I all just sat in silence. My sister broke the tense atmosphere saying,"Mom! If they escaped, they could come here and rob us!" She had an extremely terrified look on her face, like she had seen a zombie eat someone's brains. She watches horror movies sometimes, and doesn't really change the channel if their rated R. She likes to make other people scared.

Chapter 4:
After discussing the subject a bit more and being sent back off to bed, I lay asleep, and hadn't really bothered to take my glasses off or change into my pajamas. I was too tired to think about it. When I woke up the next morning, I was in shock. I found myself tied to a chair with a parachute, and riding in a helicopter.

At first I thought is was just a dream and tried to pinch myself. But I couldn't move that much. The ropes around me held tight. "OKAY! READY TO DROP PARCEL 101 AND DELIVER TO MOTHER BIRD!"said a disembodied female voice. "MOTHER BIRD READY TO RECEIVE FROM BABY BIRD!"another disembodied voice answered, this time a male voice. Suddenly, the ground was falling out from below me as a hatch opened.

"What?! Hey!"I cried as I fell through the side of the plane, which had OH so conveniently had suddenly opened up. I felt a swooping, churning feeling in my stomach. I HATE falling from a high place. It just hurt to have all of my inside hinging up and down, over and over.

As I fell, the rope around me seemed to get looser. I closed mmy eyes, waiting for the big splat I would make when I hit the ground. But suddenly, the wind had stopped rushing through my hair, and I opened my eyes.

The heavy seat I was attached to weighed my body down. I looked at what had stopped my fall, and found that I was stuck in a tree! The only thing keeping me up were the ropes that bound me to the wretched seat.

I felt flustered at the thought of the ropes snapping. If they broke, then I could be crushed by the seat as I fell. But I heard a snapping noise behind me, and whirled around to see what it was. Apparently, a very agitated woodpecker had decided that The ropes were tree bark, and was rapidly cutting and pecking at them with its tiny beak, which happened to be very sharp from years of pecking holes into trees.

"Oh noooooooo....."I whispered as I saw another layer of the rope snap, and the rest waiting to plunge me to my doom. Suddenly, the rest of the rope snapped, and I was sent spiraling to the world below. The wood pecker saw that what it thought was the wood of a tree, now plummeting to earth.

When I landed, I realized that the tree that had hung me in the air hadn't really been so high. It had only held me a few feet off of the ground. I had been on an extremely thick branch when I fell, and it had cut the rest of the ropes off when I fell.

The parachuted seat hadn't crushed me when I landed, so I was still alive and could walk and breath. But I had no clue where I was. My surroundings looked like some type of park, like a dog park or  a school play ground. I walked around, trying to get used to the climate.

I seemed to be at a much different latitude than Pueblo West, considering the fact that my head swirled every time I made a move. I saw no other people in the strange place, and felt a bit agitated. Thanks to the psycho who had started that crazy project, I was out in the middle f no where, or at least a town.

I carefully walked around, my legs a bit shaky from the fall. Soon, I arrived into a town. I felt alone and scared. Why was I here? Why wasn't I in bed, dreaming up more ideas? I sat alone in an alleyway, tears falling down my beet red face. I would have to find some way to survive in this strange environment.

The town was next to a large forested area, and it had a camp. It was called camp Holly Oak. The kids there laughed at me, calling me a hobo and a rotten wanderer. I shrank back from them as they threw stones at me. I was weak from weaks without food, but I had managed to sustain. My cloths and odor weren't that bad, considering the fact that I had been able to find supplies to keep me clean. I walked away from the camp, wishing to be in the warm and strong arms of my big brother, Lawrence.

Lawrence was a tall man, past his twenties and married. he had black army styled hair, and was a marine. He was always so kind to me, and I felt like I was in a safe barrier around him. He had been visiting that week too. I was back in the alley, crying myself to sleep. I wished that I could just be wrapped in the protective arms of my older brother once more. He was the world to me.




-- Edited by Scorchheart on Friday 5th of March 2010 01:17:42 AM

-- Edited by Scorchheart on Friday 5th of March 2010 03:01:50 AM