Teen Ink
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TeenInk How would you rearrange this old cliche? "You can catch more flies with honey than with vinegar" http://t.co/xTNZxcKYxK
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TeenInk "Thinking is the best way to travel." - The Moody Blues http://t.co/5jzE5kVJyB
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TeenInk If this is the ending of the story, what is the beginning? http://t.co/gRzPosYXRi
Juste ripped his package open and pulled out a doll. Or an action figure really, it was of a French Commando. "Thanks." he siad studying the action figure carefully, trying to figure out what was specail about it. Sudden;y it snapped to life and Jsute dropped it quickly, he thought and it stood at attention and saluted. "Cool." Juste murmured. He thought about walking around the corner, the action figure walked around teh corner. Juste's eyes widened as two images suddenly pushed into his mind, one from what the doll was seeing the other from what he was seeing. Juste's head started to spin he told tehd oll to stop, they heard a clatter as the doll fell to the ground form where it was out of sight.
Sharina gingerly runs her fingers over the blades of the daggers, grinning at the sound of electricity crackling around them. "They're... I can't even find the right word. Amazing woud be an understatement. And the grip on these daggers... It's like an extension of my arm in a way."
She pauses, shaking her head. "Sorry. I sort of got a bit too excited. Thank you, Mrs. Claus."
Opening her present warily, Rai lifts the .38 revolver. She glnces up at Mrs. Clause, confusion written on her face.
"A .38? I'm confused by it's meaning. I have a .22 revolver, what can I do with a .38?" She questions.
"Darling, what would you have liked?" Mrs. Clause responds.
"A sniper." Just like that, the .38 transformed into a sniper, a Kate to be exact.
"You see, with that, any gun you think of, it will appear. Your thoughts control your weapons and being the quick witted fighter you are, it will sure come in handy." Mrs. Clause smiles.
"That it will," after a pause she continues."Thank you."
[What's with the "((bump))? I've been seeing them a lot and I'm highly confused as to their meanings ... thank you.]
((Ttracey09, when some one says "bumb" they are bumping the thread. The threads with the most reasent posts are at the top of the page of forms threads. So when you reply to the thread it is bumbed to the top of the form list. People use bump to get the other people in the thread to see it and to reply so the story can move forward))
Sam flexed his hands and grinned. He had to admit this was pretty cool. "Thank you, Mrs. Clause."
Mrs. Clause smiled. "I have one more gift you you." She placed two fingers in her mouth and blew. The doors behind them swung open and some animals walked in.
One bright light of blue and white zipped to Sam. He took a stumbling step back as a small fairy flew in front of him. "Hello! I'm Blizzard!"
"Uh," Sam stuttered. "I'm Sam."
Mrs. Clause laughed. "These are your compainions. They are assigned to keep you safe and to work with you."
Sharina's eyes widen at the mist wolf approaching her. "I... He's magnificent," she says, shaking her head in wonder.
An understatement, girl. I am Pantasma.
"Whoa... He can... talk? Through telepathy?"
Juste face fel when no animal came over to him. HE loved animals! Though he guessed it wasn't a good idea to give him one, he'd just be devastated when it had to leave, if it got lost, or if it died. He got up and shuffled around tehc orne rto pick up his toy. He came back and sat down again, setting the toy beside him. he looked at teh animals, hoping that maybe there was a mistake, maybe anotehr animal was coming. But no, no animal came to him, Juste hung his head, and rubbed his temple, his head hurt a bit from using the doll. He wished he had his fife with him, but it'd been broken at the orphanage by soem of teh older boys a couple days ago.
Sharina looks of at Juste, her features softening slightly. "You can come join Pantasma and me," she offers gently. She vaguely remembered a boy she had known a long time ago that Juste reminded her strongly of, and she still held a soft spot for Coby. He'd be a year older than her if the cancer hadn't killed him...
Rai puts her .38 away and when she looks up, there's a black panther sitting in front of her. Reaching out with a paw, he touched her knee. Multiple images flickered through her head. There was one of her and her brother then there was one of her and the panther walking together.
"No name, huh?" The panther just nods as she places her hand on his head. She sent one thought, Achi - partner. He growls an almost inaudible growl of approval, but still audible only to Rai's ears.
"So, Tactile thought projection is your powers. The ability to share thoughts." Again he growls lowly.
Juste looked up at Sharina and then at the wolf. He smiled slightly and reached his hand out hsakily for the wolf, but he jerked it back before he touched the wolf. He didn't want to be bit or to get the wolf angry, he put his hands in hsi pockets adn looked at thew olf again and then back at Sharina, "Really? Promise?" he asked. He didn't want her to suddenly decide she didn't want to share anymore and wanetd tehw olf all to herself.
"I promise," Sharina says kindly, glancing at Pantasma. Behave yourself. We don't need to frighten the poor child.
If you insist, girl, the wolf grumbles in reply.
Juste smiled happily and petted the wolf on the head, he scratched under it's chin. "It name Pantasma?" he asked Sharina, looking at her with his big eyes. He'd pushed his cap back so it wwas at a jaunty angle, at the back of his head. He liked Pantasma, he was a ncie wolf.
Sharina smiles, stroking the wolf's misty fur. "That is what he told me. It means 'ghost'. I don't remember what language, though," she says, letting out a quiet, bell-like laugh at the wolf's expression. He seemed irritated, yet begrudgingly allowed the two to pet him.
Sam looked at the girls' companions. Why did he have a fairy while they had cool creatures? Blizzard buuzzed around his head. "Nice to meet you, Sam!"
Mrs. Clause cleared her throat and got their attention. "You must leave now, you only have 12 days as it is to find them. I have instructed the elves to take you in the sleigh to the boarder of it's domain. There you will be on your own."
Sam nodded as Blizzard landed on his head and grabbed a fist full of hair. "Leave it to us, Mrs. Clause."
Juste nodded at what Mrs. Claus said, he picked his action figure up and waited for someoen to show him where to go. He didn't want to go the wrong way, or get lost. Getting lost would mean leaving his freinds, he didn't want to leave his friends, what if they disappeared while he was gone? Then he'd be alone again.
Sharina nods, getting to her feet, one hand resting on Pantasma's shoulder. "We'll do our best, Mrs. Claus. I will die if it means saving your husband," she says, bowing her head slightly, glancing at the others, her look oviously saying "And I don't care if they find that stupid."
Sam grabbed Juste's hand. "Comment vas-tu?"
The kid was so little. What if he got hurt? What was so specail about him that he was needed to save the others?
"Let's go," Sam said and started to follow Mrs. Clause outside.
((Are you okay? --Translation))
Sharina sighs, walking after them, Pantasma not once leaving her side. She occasionally glanced at Juste, biting her lip hard enough to draw blood. He was so much like Cobalt and yet so different... Either way, she wasn't going to let him get hurt. She wouldn't let anyone get hurt if she could help it.
Juste clutched at Sam's hand and allowed himself to be lead away. he was nervous about this, he didn't know if he'd be able to pull this off. What if he failed? What if he mesed everything up and all his new friends left him? He held his doll tightly with his other hand and looked up at Sam. "Sam, pensez-vous que nous allons mourir?" he asked softly, scaredly.
((TRANSLATION: 'Sam, do you think we'll die?'))
Sam's stomach clenched at Juste's question. He had a flashback. He was in St. Judes hospital he was being prepared for surgery. His third. Everytime they had thought they had gotten the tumor it had reapeared. He had heard his parents whispering to the doctor when they had thought he was sleeping. They had been concerned if he'd pull through the surgery. All he kept thinking was AM I GOING TO DIE?
Sam shook his head to snap back into the present. He stopped nad knelt before Juste and grabbed his shoulders and put on a big smile. "No. We won't die. We have these neat weapons and you have me to protect you. Plus," Sam felt his skinny arms, "Look at all of the muscles you have! You'll kick that thing's butt!"
Blizzard chimed in, "Yeah! Plus you are really big! Well, compared to me anyway."
