Billington Park would have been a beautiful sight on any other ordinary day. Spring was starting to come into full bloom and the temperature was comfortably warm. Sam searched for a bench that was not occupied by a young couple, which was a task that proved to be harder than he had originally thought. Eventually he found one that had a nice enough looking lady who was throwing seeds in a fruitless attempt to entice birds. Sam sat down beside her.
“They make this look easy in the movies.” she said and then smiled at Sam, who was caught off guard by the genuine kindness of her demeanor. He had been focusing so much on the pure evil of the kidnappers that he had forgotten there was actually some kindness left in the world. He blinked for a moment as if he had just stared into the sun after staying in a pitch black room for a few hours, and then he said, “Pardon?”
“Feeding the birds,” the lady said indicating the bag of seeds she was holding, “its harder than the movies make it out to be.”
“Well I never have put much faith into what movies say.” Sam said.
“Me neither,” she said her eyes sparkling, “but I figured I would try anyway.”
“Yeah, never hurts to try.”
They sat in silence for a moment.
“Well, I must be going.” she said looking at her watch, “It has been a pleasure talking with you.”
“Have a nice afternoon.” Sam said, and he watched her as she casually strolled away.
Sam envied her. He envied her carelessness, her happiness, her innocence. It seemed that everything in her world was perfect. She was blind to the fact that the box that was sitting beside the fountain carried the fate of a fourteen year old girl….
Wait…
The box!
It had not been there when Sam had sat down. He had made sure of that. His whole plan was to watch for the box’s deliverer and follow him until an opportunity for a confrontation presented itself. But now there was a box and no deliverer. Now not only did Sam envy the lady, but he also hated her and her kind innocence. She had distracted him when the unknown man delivered his package. Angry, he stood up and started walking toward the box. When he was within five feet of it he froze.
What if someone was watching? If Sam picked up the box instead of Max then Grace would surely be dead, that is if the kidnappers were true to their word. Sam decided it was best not to test their honesty.
Sam pretended to watch a squirrel as it climbed happily up and down trees. Hopefully, if anyone was watching, this would cause them to dispose of any suspicion that he might have brought on himself by the sudden stop. After watching the squirrel, which was now eating the bird seed that the lady had thrown, for what seemed like an hour but was really only five minutes, he pretended to lose interest and walked back to his car, kicking himself the whole way for being so foolish.
He was supposed to call Max and tell him to pick up the box after the delivery guy had been confronted, but now there was no guy to confront. The only thing Sam could think to do was call Max, he would tell him what happened back at the office when they had the box.
* * *
Max had a solemn look when he returned to Sam’s office, box in hand. Sam had already told him about seed lady and the escape of delivery boy. Max took it well…either that or he had already given up hope.
Sam hoped he was just a really patient, good-natured person.
Now Max dropped the box on Sam’s desk and fell into the chair behind him.
“I can’t do it.” he said.
“Do what?” Sam asked.
“Just read the note, it will explain everything.”
Sam looked at the box, hesitant to touch it. It was a brown shoebox, and Sam thought that he might never look at a shoebox the same way again, especially if this ended badly.
Slowly, Sam pulled the box toward him. For some odd reason he was treating it as if it would explode with a sudden movement or the lifting of the lid. This was illogical thinking because Max had obviously already opened the box and read the note.
Still, he looked at Max for support, and received none. Max’s hand was had his interest at the moment, and Sam was left alone with his irrational fears.
Finally, after deciding that he was being foolish, Sam ripped the lid off the box maybe a little too forcefully.
There was no explosion, not timer that started ticking away as the lid came up, no recording of a female voice saying “This package will now self destruct.”
There was only a note. It was typed like the first one.
Sam picked it up and began reading:
We are going to play a little game that I like to call “What will you do to save your daughter?” It is really a fun game and there is only one rule. That rule is: do what we say or the next box will contain something that your girl is more “attached” to than her necklace.
Don’t worry though we will start small and work our way up. Today’s assignment is simple. Rob a convenience store. Put the money in this box and put the box back where you found it. Then you leave, and wait until we contact you again.
You have 24 hours, so have fun!
-Your new best friends
Sam put down the note and scanned the box. The note had mentioned a necklace, yet there was no necklace to be seen. He was about to ask Max if he had seen it when Max placed it on the desk in front of him.
“This was her favorite necklace.” Max said as he slumped in the chair.
Sam studied the necklace. The chain seemed to be sterling silver and on the chain was a blue fish. Sam was not an expert in fish so, therefore, he could not make out exactly what kind of fish was presented by the blue silhouette.
“Is,” Sam said, “This is her favorite necklace.”
“Yeah…right,” Max said in a very unpersuasive tone, “Is, not was…is.”
He mumbled the last is as he retrieved the necklace and slipped it into his shirt pocket.
“So what do we do?” he asked after making sure the necklace was secure in the pocket.
“It looks like we have to rob a convenience store.” Sam said matter-of-factly.
“Do what?!?” Max sprung from his chair.
“Yeah, we need to pick a small one though…less security.”
“You’re insane! If I get caught, not only do I go to jail, but then Grace is dead for sure!”
“We don’t have another choice.” Sam was calm; there was no need to intensify the fire of anger that was already burning within Max. “If we don’t rob the store then Grace is still for sure dead. At least this way she has a chance.”
Max sat down hesitantly. “You’re right….I’ll need a gun.”
“I have one,” Sam opened the top drawer of his desk and withdrew a .38 special revolver. Max took the weapon and checked the ammunition count. He obviously was not a stranger to guns.
“I know a place.” he said after he was satisfied with his observation of the weapon. “It is small and not too far from here.”
Tomorrow Is The Day
I will be changing my website address to themindofme40.blogspot.com tomorrow March 27. Please make any changes that may need to be made accordingly.
Thanks for reading.
Thanks for reading.
A Night Of Insomnia
True....it is only 11.
Also true....I normally go to sleep around 12.
But tonight is just one of those nights. I have them from time to time, and I hate them with a passion.
Yes, my friends, tonight is a night of insomnia. Tonight I shall only get 3 hours or less of sleep, and tomorrow I will pay.
Seems a little unfair to me that there is a consequence to this action that I am being unwillingly forced into. However, I am not the one who makes the rules of our world. I am just one of the many that are bound by them, as are you.
Everyone is asleep....except me of course.
Oh how I envy the sleepy!
I covet the dreams of those that slumber!
For in the silence that they make,
Only I remain awake.
There's a short little poem for you. I thought about expanding it, but decided to move on instead.
But, as is quite common with me, I have nothing to move on to. I could talk about alot of different things.
Things economically.
Things in the government.
Things in general.
I, however, choose not to neglect these things, but also not to write about them....not too much anyway.
Well this was a magnificent waste of time, and my laptop is almost dead.
I promise a post of interest is coming soon, but until then check out the archives.
Fare thee well,
the reflective adolescent
Also true....I normally go to sleep around 12.
But tonight is just one of those nights. I have them from time to time, and I hate them with a passion.
Yes, my friends, tonight is a night of insomnia. Tonight I shall only get 3 hours or less of sleep, and tomorrow I will pay.
Seems a little unfair to me that there is a consequence to this action that I am being unwillingly forced into. However, I am not the one who makes the rules of our world. I am just one of the many that are bound by them, as are you.
Everyone is asleep....except me of course.
Oh how I envy the sleepy!
I covet the dreams of those that slumber!
For in the silence that they make,
Only I remain awake.
There's a short little poem for you. I thought about expanding it, but decided to move on instead.
But, as is quite common with me, I have nothing to move on to. I could talk about alot of different things.
Things economically.
Things in the government.
Things in general.
I, however, choose not to neglect these things, but also not to write about them....not too much anyway.
Well this was a magnificent waste of time, and my laptop is almost dead.
I promise a post of interest is coming soon, but until then check out the archives.
Fare thee well,
the reflective adolescent
Are You Really That Important?
Think about that question for just a minute if you would.
This world has billions of people in it, and that number grows every day.Yet most of us believe the world revolves around us, and only us.
I would probably bet that if you look at history and studied all of the wars and all of the crimes, that they all began with selfishness....It may have been presented in the form of jealousy, it may have been presented in the form of hatred, it may have even been presented in the form of love. But at the root of it all there is selfishness nonetheless.
Allow me to explain.
Presented in the form of jealousy: This one is pretty self explanatory. If you are jealous of something then you obviously want to have it as your own. This makes it all about you.There is a term for that. Selfish.
Presented in the form of hatred: First of all the fact that you hate someone makes it clear enough that they have done something that displeases you. Its all about you. Once again the term for that is selfish. But of course I am sure that you were completely right about everything...right?
I am sure that you always do whats right, after all you are human, and everyone knows that humans are perfect in every way. There is nothing like wars and pollution and crime to vouch for humanity's perfection.
Please...give me a break.
Presented in the form of love: "I loved her so much that I killed that man so she would be mine." Has this ever happened before? I can't tell you for sure, but I am pretty positive that it has. The world today is twisted by greed and selfishness, and it causes people to do many horrific things. Wether it be killing a man because you think that, by doing so, you can get a girl, or robbing a bank so you can be rich and have everything you want, or something else, it all proves one thing.
The world is going to hell....fast.
I am sure that this is not news to you, and if it is I am sure you are not surprised by it. But if you are, I don't see why. If you would just watch the news one night (and if you want to keep your sanity then watch it for one and only one night) you will see it in every story reported, but lets get back to my point...
You are not that important.
You are one human, in a world of billions of humans. The world does not revolve around you. The world was fine (except for what the humans did to it) without you here before you were born. So I am sure that it would be fine without you in it now too. The universe will continue to revolve without you in it.
Now don't misunderstand what I am saying. You need to value your life, and you need to treat yourself with respect. Do NOT take this as an excuse to get depressed and star cutting yourself....or commit suicide....or whatever other deranged ideas come to your mind.
My basic point in all of this is that you have no right to believe that you are better than anyone else. We are all human, we are all sinners, we will all die. You are not so important that this rule does not apply to you.
So, in summary, quit bragging on yourself, quit trying to make yourself more important than others, and just enjoy life without the unnecessary "feeling" of importance. Because when it all comes to an end....
Are you really that important?
This world has billions of people in it, and that number grows every day.Yet most of us believe the world revolves around us, and only us.
I would probably bet that if you look at history and studied all of the wars and all of the crimes, that they all began with selfishness....It may have been presented in the form of jealousy, it may have been presented in the form of hatred, it may have even been presented in the form of love. But at the root of it all there is selfishness nonetheless.
Allow me to explain.
Presented in the form of jealousy: This one is pretty self explanatory. If you are jealous of something then you obviously want to have it as your own. This makes it all about you.There is a term for that. Selfish.
Presented in the form of hatred: First of all the fact that you hate someone makes it clear enough that they have done something that displeases you. Its all about you. Once again the term for that is selfish. But of course I am sure that you were completely right about everything...right?
I am sure that you always do whats right, after all you are human, and everyone knows that humans are perfect in every way. There is nothing like wars and pollution and crime to vouch for humanity's perfection.
Please...give me a break.
Presented in the form of love: "I loved her so much that I killed that man so she would be mine." Has this ever happened before? I can't tell you for sure, but I am pretty positive that it has. The world today is twisted by greed and selfishness, and it causes people to do many horrific things. Wether it be killing a man because you think that, by doing so, you can get a girl, or robbing a bank so you can be rich and have everything you want, or something else, it all proves one thing.
The world is going to hell....fast.
I am sure that this is not news to you, and if it is I am sure you are not surprised by it. But if you are, I don't see why. If you would just watch the news one night (and if you want to keep your sanity then watch it for one and only one night) you will see it in every story reported, but lets get back to my point...
You are not that important.
You are one human, in a world of billions of humans. The world does not revolve around you. The world was fine (except for what the humans did to it) without you here before you were born. So I am sure that it would be fine without you in it now too. The universe will continue to revolve without you in it.
Now don't misunderstand what I am saying. You need to value your life, and you need to treat yourself with respect. Do NOT take this as an excuse to get depressed and star cutting yourself....or commit suicide....or whatever other deranged ideas come to your mind.
My basic point in all of this is that you have no right to believe that you are better than anyone else. We are all human, we are all sinners, we will all die. You are not so important that this rule does not apply to you.
So, in summary, quit bragging on yourself, quit trying to make yourself more important than others, and just enjoy life without the unnecessary "feeling" of importance. Because when it all comes to an end....
Are you really that important?
IMPORTANT UPDATE
I have realized that although I still love football it is completely unrelevant to this blog. So in a few days I will change my url to themindofme40.blogspot.com (if it is still available).
I understand that this may cause some confusion, but I don't really have any readers anyway so it won't be that bad.
Thanks!
I understand that this may cause some confusion, but I don't really have any readers anyway so it won't be that bad.
Thanks!
A Story By Me And Two Of My Friends Part 1
WARNING: This is different then anything that has ever been seen before on this blog, and is not necessarily mine or my friends views on certain topics covered. We just thought this would be fun. By reading this you acknowledge that you understand what has been formerly written, and agree not to become angry with anything that may be viewed as offensive. After all, this is just a story.Also, all characters in this story, fictional or otherwise, are not inventions of me nor my friends, but of their respective creators and we do not take any credit for them. We're just using them for humorous effect.
Two of my friends and I, under the "pen names" Hojo Creame (me), Mopo Caramel, and Rovo Krispy ( His blog "Comprehendible Confusion" is linked in the side bar), started this in class today.
Why is still a mystery, but I hope you enjoy it. The pen name of the person who wrote a certain part of the story will be listed after said part.
So without further adieu here is what is written of "The Chronicled Saga of the Enchanted Animals and Demons Inside the Magical Colored Forest Part 1: The Red Turtle Crosses the Line" so far...
THE BEGINNING
The Black Leprechaun stared into the distant sun as the hot rays pierced his 20/20 vision. The masterminded Purple Unicorn looks at him and says, "You numbskull! What kind of an idiot are you!"
- Mopo Caramel
"The Red Turtle is coming!" replies the Black Leprechaun, "We might as well kill ourselves now before he and his army of pink squirrels does! Although they may look cute and cuddly, I assure you they are not!"
-Hojo Creame
"Hold on Black Leprechaun of blackety black black black black..." says the Purple Unicorn.
"Shut Up!" replies the Black Leprechaun.
The pink squirrels were coming upon them briskly, when, all of a sudden the Energizer Bunny dropped from the sky, took his magical drum sticks and knocked out every little pink lemonade squirrel.
-Mopo Caramel
"Come quickly," said the Energizer Bunny in a voice surprisingly similar to that of James Earl Jones, "Theres more squirrels where they came from. Make haste....we must flee!"
-Hojo Creame
Suddenly the Energizer Bunny's periwinkle dragon named Apotamaneusoragupuatlis dropped from the sky. The three strange animal/magical creatures/creative gimmick bunnies jumped on the dragon's backand flew into the fluffy clouds. After many unnecessary acrobatic stunts through the air, they arrived at their destination.
-Rovo Krispy
AN EPIC BATTLE (ONE OF MANY)
As they opened their eyes upon this new uncharted land all that coulld be heard was a song that said..."I love you. You love me..."
"What the-..."exclaimed the Purple Unicorn, "Is that Barney?!? I wish Aslan would appearand gobble his gay, raunchy, stupid dinosaur tail up."
At that very moment Aslan appeared and let out a ferocious roar.
"Wow!" said the Purple Unicorn. "This really is my lucky day."
-Mopo Caramel
"Aslan!" shouted Barney. "I knew you would be back!"
"It has been too long." replied Aslan.
"Barney, catch!" shouted Baby Bop as she threw an AK-47.
Barney caught the gun and prepared for battle. Baby Bop drew two Uzis, and B.J. was in the treehouse with a Draganov sniper rifle.
"Its 3 to 1," Barney said, "You don't have a chance, Aslan!"
-Hojo Creame
"Oh you think so?!?" shouted Aslan, "Try 1000 to 3!"
Suddenly a screaching laugh was heard and the Wicked Witch of the West rode up on her new tricked-out bicycle followed by her horde of flying monkeys. The monkeys surrounded the three gay dinosaurs.
"How did you two form an alliance?" asked Barney.
"After I bit the white witch's freakin head off," Aslan answered, "The W W of the W was so greatful that I killed her ugly, white second cousin that she joined my army! Now, ATTACK MONKEYS!!!"
B.J. and Baby Bop fought valiantly but where soon overwhelmed by the unending swarm of monkeys. They died with honor (even though they were gay). Then it was just Aslan and Barney.
Aslan jumped forward and pulled a Matrix, dodging bullets. With a swat of his mighty paw, Barney's gun shattered.
"Fine then!" shouted Barney. "We'll do this the old-fashioned way!"
An epic battle ensued.
-Rovo Krispy
All of a sudden Big Bird and Count Dracula (who apparently has been there the whole time) turned around and said, "Hey Arthur!"
Arthur does his little pimp step down to the battlegrounds when, out of the woods, comes all his drunk aardvark friends, and all the fantasy creatures watched as they jumped on Aslan and started defiling him.
Barney was astonished, but when he turned around the aardvark leader, Morticoffffff...fff...fff...fff...fff, kicks Barney in the tuckus and makes it magically turn blue. (This is terribly hard because Barney is purple...DUH!)
Now with Aslan and Barney finshed off......
-Mopo Caramel
.....the aardvarks began to do battle with the flying monkeys. It was going to be an extremely long fight so the Black Leprechaun turned to the Energizer Bunny and said, "So why did your dragon bring us here?"
"Because," replied the Energizer Bunny in his deep voice, "my house is just over there." He pointed, and they followed his pointing to a giant tree. They galloped to the tree. There was a small red door on its side. Suddenly, a window on the top of the tree opened and two small figures dropped out to the ground.
"And stay out you imposters!" a voice yelled as the window slammed shut.
They walked over to the two figures as they were beginning to stand up. It was Sam and Frodo, the Hobbits.
"Oh, darn it!" said Frodo, "It appears we shall have to find another way into Mordor."
"Thats okay Mr. Frodo," Sam said cheerfully, "at least we got 'TATERS!!!"
"HOORAY 'TATERS!" they both exclaimed and skipped merrily through the forest until they were out of sight.
"Well that was gay," said the Purple Unicorn. Then the Energizer Bunny knocked on the door.
A small slot at the top of the door opened and a pair of small eyes could be seen.
"Password." A voice demanded.
"Oreos suck." said the Energizer Bunny.
The door swung open to reveal a tiny Keebler elf standing on a step ladder. They walked through the door, by the Keebler factory, and to a door in back. When this door was opened it revealed a stairway. They walked down the stairs into a small apartment that was full of battery powered machines.
"This," said the Energizer Bunny, "is my home."
They all took seats around the table in the dining room.
"Now," said the Purple Unicorn, "It is time to decide what we must do about the Red Turtle and his invading pink squirrel army."
"Yes," the Black Leprechaun agreed, "for the fate of all the enchantede animals and demons in the Magical Colored Forest, we must decide!"
They began to devise a plan.
-Rovo Krispy
MEANWHILE
Upon hearing about the Energizer bunny's appearance and the subsequent defeat of his pink squirrel batallion, the Red Turtle realized that he might need back-up. He summoned Steve Irwin to a meeting. (When he died he went to a magical land of animals which just happened to be the same land that the Purple Unicorn, Black Leprechaun, and Red Turtle lived in.)
"Steve," said the Red Turtle, "I need you to find and capture some animals for me."
"Crikey!" Steve replied, "What animals might these beautys be?"
"The Energizer Bunny..."
"Ahh, the majestic Energizer Bunny. There is only one known in existence and he is only seen when batteries die...."
"Please...spare me the monologue," the Red Turtle interrupted, "As I was saying...After the Energizer Bunny there is the Purple Unicorn and-"
"CRI-"
"Yeah, I know, 'crikey!', anyway, then there is the Black Leprechaun."
"Hold up," Steve said, "I can do the Energizer Bunny and the Purple Unicorn, but I dont do leprechauns!"
"Hmm..." said the Red Turtle turning to the hot pink squirrel beside him. (The squirrel was hot pink because in the pink squirrel army whatever shade of pink you were told others what rank you were. The highest rank was hot pink...except for red of course, but only the Red Turtle was red.) "Who can we get to capture the Black Leprechaun?"
The hot pink squirrel thought for a moment and then said, "How about Lucky?"
"You mean the Lucky Charms leprechaun?"
Yeah, Lucky has hated the Black Leprechaun ever since he tried to sell a rip-off brand of Lucky Charms, and has been dying to get back at him."
"That is a great idea!" exclaimed the Red Turtle, "Give him a call."
After a short phone call Lucky came flying in on a shooting star marshmallow shouting "THEY'RE MAGICALLY DELICIOUS!!!"
"Excellent!" said the Red Turtle, "with my pink squirrels, Steve's zoo staff, and Lucky's marshmallows, we will be unstoppable!"
-Hojo Creame
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That is all that has been written so far, but I am sure there is more to come. I hope you enjoyed it.
Two of my friends and I, under the "pen names" Hojo Creame (me), Mopo Caramel, and Rovo Krispy ( His blog "Comprehendible Confusion" is linked in the side bar), started this in class today.
Why is still a mystery, but I hope you enjoy it. The pen name of the person who wrote a certain part of the story will be listed after said part.
So without further adieu here is what is written of "The Chronicled Saga of the Enchanted Animals and Demons Inside the Magical Colored Forest Part 1: The Red Turtle Crosses the Line" so far...
THE BEGINNING
The Black Leprechaun stared into the distant sun as the hot rays pierced his 20/20 vision. The masterminded Purple Unicorn looks at him and says, "You numbskull! What kind of an idiot are you!"
- Mopo Caramel
"The Red Turtle is coming!" replies the Black Leprechaun, "We might as well kill ourselves now before he and his army of pink squirrels does! Although they may look cute and cuddly, I assure you they are not!"
-Hojo Creame
"Hold on Black Leprechaun of blackety black black black black..." says the Purple Unicorn.
"Shut Up!" replies the Black Leprechaun.
The pink squirrels were coming upon them briskly, when, all of a sudden the Energizer Bunny dropped from the sky, took his magical drum sticks and knocked out every little pink lemonade squirrel.
-Mopo Caramel
"Come quickly," said the Energizer Bunny in a voice surprisingly similar to that of James Earl Jones, "Theres more squirrels where they came from. Make haste....we must flee!"
-Hojo Creame
Suddenly the Energizer Bunny's periwinkle dragon named Apotamaneusoragupuatlis dropped from the sky. The three strange animal/magical creatures/creative gimmick bunnies jumped on the dragon's backand flew into the fluffy clouds. After many unnecessary acrobatic stunts through the air, they arrived at their destination.
-Rovo Krispy
AN EPIC BATTLE (ONE OF MANY)
As they opened their eyes upon this new uncharted land all that coulld be heard was a song that said..."I love you. You love me..."
"What the-..."exclaimed the Purple Unicorn, "Is that Barney?!? I wish Aslan would appearand gobble his gay, raunchy, stupid dinosaur tail up."
At that very moment Aslan appeared and let out a ferocious roar.
"Wow!" said the Purple Unicorn. "This really is my lucky day."
-Mopo Caramel
"Aslan!" shouted Barney. "I knew you would be back!"
"It has been too long." replied Aslan.
"Barney, catch!" shouted Baby Bop as she threw an AK-47.
Barney caught the gun and prepared for battle. Baby Bop drew two Uzis, and B.J. was in the treehouse with a Draganov sniper rifle.
"Its 3 to 1," Barney said, "You don't have a chance, Aslan!"
-Hojo Creame
"Oh you think so?!?" shouted Aslan, "Try 1000 to 3!"
Suddenly a screaching laugh was heard and the Wicked Witch of the West rode up on her new tricked-out bicycle followed by her horde of flying monkeys. The monkeys surrounded the three gay dinosaurs.
"How did you two form an alliance?" asked Barney.
"After I bit the white witch's freakin head off," Aslan answered, "The W W of the W was so greatful that I killed her ugly, white second cousin that she joined my army! Now, ATTACK MONKEYS!!!"
B.J. and Baby Bop fought valiantly but where soon overwhelmed by the unending swarm of monkeys. They died with honor (even though they were gay). Then it was just Aslan and Barney.
Aslan jumped forward and pulled a Matrix, dodging bullets. With a swat of his mighty paw, Barney's gun shattered.
"Fine then!" shouted Barney. "We'll do this the old-fashioned way!"
An epic battle ensued.
-Rovo Krispy
All of a sudden Big Bird and Count Dracula (who apparently has been there the whole time) turned around and said, "Hey Arthur!"
Arthur does his little pimp step down to the battlegrounds when, out of the woods, comes all his drunk aardvark friends, and all the fantasy creatures watched as they jumped on Aslan and started defiling him.
Barney was astonished, but when he turned around the aardvark leader, Morticoffffff...fff...fff...fff...fff, kicks Barney in the tuckus and makes it magically turn blue. (This is terribly hard because Barney is purple...DUH!)
Now with Aslan and Barney finshed off......
-Mopo Caramel
.....the aardvarks began to do battle with the flying monkeys. It was going to be an extremely long fight so the Black Leprechaun turned to the Energizer Bunny and said, "So why did your dragon bring us here?"
"Because," replied the Energizer Bunny in his deep voice, "my house is just over there." He pointed, and they followed his pointing to a giant tree. They galloped to the tree. There was a small red door on its side. Suddenly, a window on the top of the tree opened and two small figures dropped out to the ground.
"And stay out you imposters!" a voice yelled as the window slammed shut.
They walked over to the two figures as they were beginning to stand up. It was Sam and Frodo, the Hobbits.
"Oh, darn it!" said Frodo, "It appears we shall have to find another way into Mordor."
"Thats okay Mr. Frodo," Sam said cheerfully, "at least we got 'TATERS!!!"
"HOORAY 'TATERS!" they both exclaimed and skipped merrily through the forest until they were out of sight.
"Well that was gay," said the Purple Unicorn. Then the Energizer Bunny knocked on the door.
A small slot at the top of the door opened and a pair of small eyes could be seen.
"Password." A voice demanded.
"Oreos suck." said the Energizer Bunny.
The door swung open to reveal a tiny Keebler elf standing on a step ladder. They walked through the door, by the Keebler factory, and to a door in back. When this door was opened it revealed a stairway. They walked down the stairs into a small apartment that was full of battery powered machines.
"This," said the Energizer Bunny, "is my home."
They all took seats around the table in the dining room.
"Now," said the Purple Unicorn, "It is time to decide what we must do about the Red Turtle and his invading pink squirrel army."
"Yes," the Black Leprechaun agreed, "for the fate of all the enchantede animals and demons in the Magical Colored Forest, we must decide!"
They began to devise a plan.
-Rovo Krispy
MEANWHILE
Upon hearing about the Energizer bunny's appearance and the subsequent defeat of his pink squirrel batallion, the Red Turtle realized that he might need back-up. He summoned Steve Irwin to a meeting. (When he died he went to a magical land of animals which just happened to be the same land that the Purple Unicorn, Black Leprechaun, and Red Turtle lived in.)
"Steve," said the Red Turtle, "I need you to find and capture some animals for me."
"Crikey!" Steve replied, "What animals might these beautys be?"
"The Energizer Bunny..."
"Ahh, the majestic Energizer Bunny. There is only one known in existence and he is only seen when batteries die...."
"Please...spare me the monologue," the Red Turtle interrupted, "As I was saying...After the Energizer Bunny there is the Purple Unicorn and-"
"CRI-"
"Yeah, I know, 'crikey!', anyway, then there is the Black Leprechaun."
"Hold up," Steve said, "I can do the Energizer Bunny and the Purple Unicorn, but I dont do leprechauns!"
"Hmm..." said the Red Turtle turning to the hot pink squirrel beside him. (The squirrel was hot pink because in the pink squirrel army whatever shade of pink you were told others what rank you were. The highest rank was hot pink...except for red of course, but only the Red Turtle was red.) "Who can we get to capture the Black Leprechaun?"
The hot pink squirrel thought for a moment and then said, "How about Lucky?"
"You mean the Lucky Charms leprechaun?"
Yeah, Lucky has hated the Black Leprechaun ever since he tried to sell a rip-off brand of Lucky Charms, and has been dying to get back at him."
"That is a great idea!" exclaimed the Red Turtle, "Give him a call."
After a short phone call Lucky came flying in on a shooting star marshmallow shouting "THEY'RE MAGICALLY DELICIOUS!!!"
"Excellent!" said the Red Turtle, "with my pink squirrels, Steve's zoo staff, and Lucky's marshmallows, we will be unstoppable!"
-Hojo Creame
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That is all that has been written so far, but I am sure there is more to come. I hope you enjoyed it.
The Complete First Chapter
Finally! After writing some, not writing at all, and writing some again...I have completed the first chapter of the book!
It is spread out in pieces throughout my blog except for a little at the end, but for your convenience I am going to post it in its entirety.
Enjoy!
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So there he was. Just all of a sudden, he was there. He didn’t know how he got there, or why he was there, or even where "there" was. All he knew was that he was there for some reason but what that reason was remained a mystery to him. He tried to remember what he had been doing but he soon found that he had a throbbing headache that made it nearly impossible to think. Still he tried…. nothing. He didn’t understand.
“Nothing? How do you come up with nothing? It’s your life, you lived it, so how can you not come up with something?” he thought. So he tried again and it all started to come back. Slowly at first, but it started coming back faster, thinking became easier, he realized that his headache was vanishing, and he was thankful for that. With the headache gone it was easier to think. Then it hit him. He knew where he was, what he had been doing, and how he got there. He stood up slowly and looked at the man as he entered the room.
3 weeks earlier
Sam Fisher was a very confident man. He stood at six feet tall with dark brown hair, and with eyes so blue the likes of which have never been seen before. He had a great job, a great house, and a great family. Everything was perfect, he wasn’t in debt, his business was doing well, and his wife and kids were very happy.
Or so he thought.
Sam was a hard working man. One who often either stayed at work late or brought work home with him. His wife understood, she always had, and he had never heard her complain about it - or about anything for that matter. Come to think of it, his wife hadn’t said much at all the past week or so.
He would ask her about that later. Right now he had work to do.
Work. He chuckled as he walked to his car. Now that was an interesting thing. It was entertaining sometimes, at least. Some people probably wouldn’t think so, but then again, he wasn’t Some People. He pulled up to the front of the tiny block building that he paid way too much every month to lease. The size was perfect for him because he worked alone. He didn’t really need any help to do his job though he did get lonely from time to time. As he got out of his car he noticed that his little sign that told the world what he used this building for was missing a letter: : SAM FISHER - PRIV TE INVESTIGATOR. He would fix that later. Just another thing to add to his to-do list, which was already plenty long. He’d get around to it one day.
Maybe.
Sam looked around his little “office” and saw nothing but the flaws in it. That seemed to be all he ever saw in anything or anybody. He didn’t know why. He had just always been that way. He noticed the coffee stain on the blue carpet that really needed to be covered with something – but he had nothing to cover it with unless he rearranged his office, and that was something he really didn’t have time to do.
“Maybe someday,” he thought to himself. He chuckled at that notion. Seems Someday” was his favorite word lately. Even though he knew deep within himself that Someday would never come, he liked to think about what a great day Someday would be. He leaned back in his leather office chair, the one luxury he allowed himself, and he took a moment to consider all the wonderful things that would happen Someday.
Someday would be a busy day, no doubt. He would take a vacation Someday. He would spend more time with his family Someday. On Someday, he would fix that sign out in front of his office, he would cover that ugly carpet stain, but most importantly, he would have the one thing he most prized and yet which seemed to escape him the most: Time. Even though such a thing was forever unlikely, he couldn’t help but to catch the smile crossing his lips as he thought of it.
Someday he would have Time. The one thing people seemed to wish for more than anything else, and yet the one thing most often wasted whenever anyone ever got it. Well, that and
Money.
The irony was that when you get one, you don’t usually get the other. Time is a wonderful thing to have, and when you work for a living you don’t ever have enough of it. But if you’re unemployed and broke, Time begins to feel like The Enemy. That’s a cruel fact of life. Time is not to be taken lightly.
He was snapped out of his reverie by the sound of his office door opening. He leaned forward in his chair to greet this tall, burly gentleman whose imposing presence, one that could easily strike terror in the hearts of lesser men, was betrayed by the fear starkly evident in his own ice-blue eyes.
Intrigued and glad for the business, Sam rose to greet the man. “Name’s Max Thomas, sir.” Sam shook his hand, introduced himself, and then offered the man a seat.
Max took his seat and remained silent for a moment as if contemplating whether to say what he knew must be said. Sam wished he knew what was going through the mind of this obviously troubled man. The look in his eyes had softened from that of fear to one of confusion before turning downward and scanning as if to postpone the inevitable. The eyes locked on the coffee stain.
Embarrassed by the blatant oversight, Sam made a mental note to move “rearrange the furniture” a little closer to the top of his To Do list.
The man looked up, sighed heavily, and spoke in a hushed tone.
“It actually all started ‘round this time last year”.
Sam leaned forward to listen.
“I had been off on a business trip and was on my way home,” Max continued. “I was about halfway home from the airport when I realized that the same car had been behind me since I left the airport. Now it’s a 3-hour drive one-way so he’d been back there for a good piece of time. It had dropped a few car lengths behind me for awhile, but then he was back. At first I dismissed it as just another commuter who was going the same place I was. But as I approached my home, he was still there. And as I pulled into my driveway, he pulled to a stop in the middle of the road and stared at my house. Well now, by this time I was really curious, so I walked toward him but he drove away.”
Sam wrinkled his brow. “Are you aware of any reason why you may be followed?”
“No, sir. Not that I know of, anyhow.”
“How many were in the car?”
“As far as I can tell just one, but I didn’t get that good of a look.”
“Can you describe this one?”
“Yessir. He had short black hair, sunglasses, and you know? He had these really huge ears.” Max laughed. “I mean, he had some really HUGE ears! I woulda died laughin’ if I hadn’t of been worried about him followin’ me home! But them ears….”
“I’m sorry sir,” Sam interrupted with a grin, the ice broken. “I don’t doubt his ears were indeed enormous, but …if you don’t mind, continue your story.”
Max blushed. “Oh, yes, of course, sir!” He cleared his throat before continuing.
“Anyway. Life goes on, you know. And I forgot about the whole thing. But then I was coming home yesterday and the same car was outside my house again. And the same driver. I reckon he knows my car, ‘cause when I turned onto my street, he took off like a bat outta hell.”
Sam nodded, taking notes.
“So anyway, I had to go in and check on my girl. I got a 14 year old at the house, her mama’s away on a business trip herself. Very busy woman, my wife. Never home, it seems. So my girl was home alone. Had to check on my girl…” His voice trailed off.
Sam sat quietly as he watched a tear slowly roll down the man’s cheek and land on the floor.
Max stared intently at the fallen teardrop, as if this simple drop contained all of his hopes and dreams, and he watched helplessly as they shattered upon colliding with the cold, harsh, unforgiving ground. Sam knew what must be done. He knew he had to ask the question. He had hoped it wouldn’t come to this, he had hoped that Max would continue his story without this becoming necessary. Sam looked into the eyes of this broken man to see if maybe, just maybe, if he could see in his eyes the information that he must now ask for. Then he wouldn’t have to ask the despised question. In those eyes he saw grief, suffering, pain, fear….but underneath all of those emotions he saw the faintest hint of a much stronger, and deadlier, emotion.
Sam saw rage.
Not only rage, however, but also love. Sam recognized that emotion, for he had felt it before. A love driven rage will not be stopped by mere men alone.
It would take an act of God to stop this man…or death.
It seemed that Max could control his rage very well, he had thus far anyway. Which made this man even deadlier to anyone who stood in his way.
When dealing with an outraged man, it is normally quite simple. You either knock the man out, pay him off, or leave him alone. But a concentrated, focused, outraged man who is driven by love will stop at nothing until he has accomplished what he set out to do, and therefore he will not quit at the sight of money, fists, or guns.
A chill went down Sam’s spine as he thought of the things this man might do to the people who had hurt him so.
Sam was overlooking a very important thing though. The other emotions were still there also.
As strong as the love driven rage emotion is, the fear of losing said love is an emotion that balances out the rage.
This could very well be the reason that Max had sought Sam’s help instead of taking matters into his own hands. Which brought Sam back to the despised question.
Sam took a deep breath.
The question really was not that profound of a question. It was actually only two simple little words, but Sam had seen people who have been strongly affected by it and had responded to it in dramatically different ways. One lady he asked this question to broke down in tears and sobbed uncontrollably for two hours. After Sam finally calmed her down, made her some coffee, and made sure she was alright she informed him that her cat was missing.
Another time Sam asked a very nice looking man this same question. The man’s face became twisted with anger, and he is now responsible for the hole in the wall that the filing cabinet conveniently covers.
Sam looked at Max again. He was nervously wringing his hands and seemed oblivious to Sam’s presence.
The silence suddenly became unbearable and Sam had to break it no matter how much he hated the question.
“What happened?” Sam asked.
“Sir?” Max replied.
“What happened when you went into the house?”
A flash of rage went through Max’s crystal blue eyes, as if a fire had just swept over the serene, blue ocean.
Sam braced himself for the worst. Max did not sob uncontrollably or slam a chair into the wall, however. He took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly.
“There was blood,” he began, his voice trembling, “In the living room…on the couch. The recliner was tipped over, and the lamp was shattered. My girl may only be fourteen, but she’s a fighter, just like her momma.” Max allowed himself a small chuckle before returning to a look that was a mix of anger and terror. “ There was a note on the T.V. …I have it in my pocket.”
“May I see it?” Sam asked.
Max removed a crumpled up piece of paper from his pocket. Sam smoothed it out and began reading:
“We have your daughter, but that’s not what we want. We are not going to tell you what we want though because that just wouldn’t be any fun. If you do what we say then your daughter will be fine, but if you don’t we will kill her and dump whatever is left of her body in the river. That is up to you. Right now we only ask two things.
1. No cops. If we even see a badge then your daughter is swimming with the pretty little fishies that she likes so much.
2. Go to the park in two days and there will be a box by the fountain. Inside it will be further instructions
-Your new best friends.
The note was typed. To Sam this meant a few things. It meant that, more than likely, the kidnappers didn’t stop to type out the note at Max’s house…especially if his daughter had put up that much of a fight. That also meant that either they knew Max and his family or they had been watching them intently to know that his daughter liked fishes so much, if in fact she did.
Sam returned his gaze to Max who was failing in a battle with himself to keep his composure.
“Your daughter….what is her name?” Sam asked.
“Its Grace,” said Max, “Grace Elizabeth Thomas.”
“Do you have a picture of her that I may use?”
“Yessir.” Max reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. He opened the wallet and drew out a picture.
“This is her school picture, it was taken about a month ago.” He said while handing Sam the photograph.
Sam looked at the picture and saw a beautiful teenage girl staring back at him, with a smile that probably turned many heads at her school. Though she was only fourteen she looked older. She has beach blonde hair and had inherited her father’s ice-blue eyes. She reminded Sam of his own daughter who was the same age, and, for the first time, Sam felt a singe of rage himself. He could not imagine what sick, twisted people could have done this. He felt the anger that Max must have been feeling. If there was ever a doubt in his mind about taking this case, it had been disintegrated with the sight of Grace’s innocent smile and the thought of what those people….no they couldn’t be worthy to be called people. Those…things may have done to her. Sam wanted justice.
And he wanted it now.
“The note said no cops,” Max said, “ So I came to you. I was hoping that maybe you could help. I know I can’t do this by myself, and my wife won’t be reachable for another week because of her business trip so…”
“Don’t worry,” Sam said, surprised by the malice in his voice, “we will get your daughter back.”
P.S. Chapter 2 is already underway. Updates will be posted when deemed necessary. Thanks for reading.
It is spread out in pieces throughout my blog except for a little at the end, but for your convenience I am going to post it in its entirety.
Enjoy!
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So there he was. Just all of a sudden, he was there. He didn’t know how he got there, or why he was there, or even where "there" was. All he knew was that he was there for some reason but what that reason was remained a mystery to him. He tried to remember what he had been doing but he soon found that he had a throbbing headache that made it nearly impossible to think. Still he tried…. nothing. He didn’t understand.
“Nothing? How do you come up with nothing? It’s your life, you lived it, so how can you not come up with something?” he thought. So he tried again and it all started to come back. Slowly at first, but it started coming back faster, thinking became easier, he realized that his headache was vanishing, and he was thankful for that. With the headache gone it was easier to think. Then it hit him. He knew where he was, what he had been doing, and how he got there. He stood up slowly and looked at the man as he entered the room.
3 weeks earlier
Sam Fisher was a very confident man. He stood at six feet tall with dark brown hair, and with eyes so blue the likes of which have never been seen before. He had a great job, a great house, and a great family. Everything was perfect, he wasn’t in debt, his business was doing well, and his wife and kids were very happy.
Or so he thought.
Sam was a hard working man. One who often either stayed at work late or brought work home with him. His wife understood, she always had, and he had never heard her complain about it - or about anything for that matter. Come to think of it, his wife hadn’t said much at all the past week or so.
He would ask her about that later. Right now he had work to do.
Work. He chuckled as he walked to his car. Now that was an interesting thing. It was entertaining sometimes, at least. Some people probably wouldn’t think so, but then again, he wasn’t Some People. He pulled up to the front of the tiny block building that he paid way too much every month to lease. The size was perfect for him because he worked alone. He didn’t really need any help to do his job though he did get lonely from time to time. As he got out of his car he noticed that his little sign that told the world what he used this building for was missing a letter: : SAM FISHER - PRIV TE INVESTIGATOR. He would fix that later. Just another thing to add to his to-do list, which was already plenty long. He’d get around to it one day.
Maybe.
Sam looked around his little “office” and saw nothing but the flaws in it. That seemed to be all he ever saw in anything or anybody. He didn’t know why. He had just always been that way. He noticed the coffee stain on the blue carpet that really needed to be covered with something – but he had nothing to cover it with unless he rearranged his office, and that was something he really didn’t have time to do.
“Maybe someday,” he thought to himself. He chuckled at that notion. Seems Someday” was his favorite word lately. Even though he knew deep within himself that Someday would never come, he liked to think about what a great day Someday would be. He leaned back in his leather office chair, the one luxury he allowed himself, and he took a moment to consider all the wonderful things that would happen Someday.
Someday would be a busy day, no doubt. He would take a vacation Someday. He would spend more time with his family Someday. On Someday, he would fix that sign out in front of his office, he would cover that ugly carpet stain, but most importantly, he would have the one thing he most prized and yet which seemed to escape him the most: Time. Even though such a thing was forever unlikely, he couldn’t help but to catch the smile crossing his lips as he thought of it.
Someday he would have Time. The one thing people seemed to wish for more than anything else, and yet the one thing most often wasted whenever anyone ever got it. Well, that and
Money.
The irony was that when you get one, you don’t usually get the other. Time is a wonderful thing to have, and when you work for a living you don’t ever have enough of it. But if you’re unemployed and broke, Time begins to feel like The Enemy. That’s a cruel fact of life. Time is not to be taken lightly.
He was snapped out of his reverie by the sound of his office door opening. He leaned forward in his chair to greet this tall, burly gentleman whose imposing presence, one that could easily strike terror in the hearts of lesser men, was betrayed by the fear starkly evident in his own ice-blue eyes.
Intrigued and glad for the business, Sam rose to greet the man. “Name’s Max Thomas, sir.” Sam shook his hand, introduced himself, and then offered the man a seat.
Max took his seat and remained silent for a moment as if contemplating whether to say what he knew must be said. Sam wished he knew what was going through the mind of this obviously troubled man. The look in his eyes had softened from that of fear to one of confusion before turning downward and scanning as if to postpone the inevitable. The eyes locked on the coffee stain.
Embarrassed by the blatant oversight, Sam made a mental note to move “rearrange the furniture” a little closer to the top of his To Do list.
The man looked up, sighed heavily, and spoke in a hushed tone.
“It actually all started ‘round this time last year”.
Sam leaned forward to listen.
“I had been off on a business trip and was on my way home,” Max continued. “I was about halfway home from the airport when I realized that the same car had been behind me since I left the airport. Now it’s a 3-hour drive one-way so he’d been back there for a good piece of time. It had dropped a few car lengths behind me for awhile, but then he was back. At first I dismissed it as just another commuter who was going the same place I was. But as I approached my home, he was still there. And as I pulled into my driveway, he pulled to a stop in the middle of the road and stared at my house. Well now, by this time I was really curious, so I walked toward him but he drove away.”
Sam wrinkled his brow. “Are you aware of any reason why you may be followed?”
“No, sir. Not that I know of, anyhow.”
“How many were in the car?”
“As far as I can tell just one, but I didn’t get that good of a look.”
“Can you describe this one?”
“Yessir. He had short black hair, sunglasses, and you know? He had these really huge ears.” Max laughed. “I mean, he had some really HUGE ears! I woulda died laughin’ if I hadn’t of been worried about him followin’ me home! But them ears….”
“I’m sorry sir,” Sam interrupted with a grin, the ice broken. “I don’t doubt his ears were indeed enormous, but …if you don’t mind, continue your story.”
Max blushed. “Oh, yes, of course, sir!” He cleared his throat before continuing.
“Anyway. Life goes on, you know. And I forgot about the whole thing. But then I was coming home yesterday and the same car was outside my house again. And the same driver. I reckon he knows my car, ‘cause when I turned onto my street, he took off like a bat outta hell.”
Sam nodded, taking notes.
“So anyway, I had to go in and check on my girl. I got a 14 year old at the house, her mama’s away on a business trip herself. Very busy woman, my wife. Never home, it seems. So my girl was home alone. Had to check on my girl…” His voice trailed off.
Sam sat quietly as he watched a tear slowly roll down the man’s cheek and land on the floor.
Max stared intently at the fallen teardrop, as if this simple drop contained all of his hopes and dreams, and he watched helplessly as they shattered upon colliding with the cold, harsh, unforgiving ground. Sam knew what must be done. He knew he had to ask the question. He had hoped it wouldn’t come to this, he had hoped that Max would continue his story without this becoming necessary. Sam looked into the eyes of this broken man to see if maybe, just maybe, if he could see in his eyes the information that he must now ask for. Then he wouldn’t have to ask the despised question. In those eyes he saw grief, suffering, pain, fear….but underneath all of those emotions he saw the faintest hint of a much stronger, and deadlier, emotion.
Sam saw rage.
Not only rage, however, but also love. Sam recognized that emotion, for he had felt it before. A love driven rage will not be stopped by mere men alone.
It would take an act of God to stop this man…or death.
It seemed that Max could control his rage very well, he had thus far anyway. Which made this man even deadlier to anyone who stood in his way.
When dealing with an outraged man, it is normally quite simple. You either knock the man out, pay him off, or leave him alone. But a concentrated, focused, outraged man who is driven by love will stop at nothing until he has accomplished what he set out to do, and therefore he will not quit at the sight of money, fists, or guns.
A chill went down Sam’s spine as he thought of the things this man might do to the people who had hurt him so.
Sam was overlooking a very important thing though. The other emotions were still there also.
As strong as the love driven rage emotion is, the fear of losing said love is an emotion that balances out the rage.
This could very well be the reason that Max had sought Sam’s help instead of taking matters into his own hands. Which brought Sam back to the despised question.
Sam took a deep breath.
The question really was not that profound of a question. It was actually only two simple little words, but Sam had seen people who have been strongly affected by it and had responded to it in dramatically different ways. One lady he asked this question to broke down in tears and sobbed uncontrollably for two hours. After Sam finally calmed her down, made her some coffee, and made sure she was alright she informed him that her cat was missing.
Another time Sam asked a very nice looking man this same question. The man’s face became twisted with anger, and he is now responsible for the hole in the wall that the filing cabinet conveniently covers.
Sam looked at Max again. He was nervously wringing his hands and seemed oblivious to Sam’s presence.
The silence suddenly became unbearable and Sam had to break it no matter how much he hated the question.
“What happened?” Sam asked.
“Sir?” Max replied.
“What happened when you went into the house?”
A flash of rage went through Max’s crystal blue eyes, as if a fire had just swept over the serene, blue ocean.
Sam braced himself for the worst. Max did not sob uncontrollably or slam a chair into the wall, however. He took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly.
“There was blood,” he began, his voice trembling, “In the living room…on the couch. The recliner was tipped over, and the lamp was shattered. My girl may only be fourteen, but she’s a fighter, just like her momma.” Max allowed himself a small chuckle before returning to a look that was a mix of anger and terror. “ There was a note on the T.V. …I have it in my pocket.”
“May I see it?” Sam asked.
Max removed a crumpled up piece of paper from his pocket. Sam smoothed it out and began reading:
“We have your daughter, but that’s not what we want. We are not going to tell you what we want though because that just wouldn’t be any fun. If you do what we say then your daughter will be fine, but if you don’t we will kill her and dump whatever is left of her body in the river. That is up to you. Right now we only ask two things.
1. No cops. If we even see a badge then your daughter is swimming with the pretty little fishies that she likes so much.
2. Go to the park in two days and there will be a box by the fountain. Inside it will be further instructions
-Your new best friends.
The note was typed. To Sam this meant a few things. It meant that, more than likely, the kidnappers didn’t stop to type out the note at Max’s house…especially if his daughter had put up that much of a fight. That also meant that either they knew Max and his family or they had been watching them intently to know that his daughter liked fishes so much, if in fact she did.
Sam returned his gaze to Max who was failing in a battle with himself to keep his composure.
“Your daughter….what is her name?” Sam asked.
“Its Grace,” said Max, “Grace Elizabeth Thomas.”
“Do you have a picture of her that I may use?”
“Yessir.” Max reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. He opened the wallet and drew out a picture.
“This is her school picture, it was taken about a month ago.” He said while handing Sam the photograph.
Sam looked at the picture and saw a beautiful teenage girl staring back at him, with a smile that probably turned many heads at her school. Though she was only fourteen she looked older. She has beach blonde hair and had inherited her father’s ice-blue eyes. She reminded Sam of his own daughter who was the same age, and, for the first time, Sam felt a singe of rage himself. He could not imagine what sick, twisted people could have done this. He felt the anger that Max must have been feeling. If there was ever a doubt in his mind about taking this case, it had been disintegrated with the sight of Grace’s innocent smile and the thought of what those people….no they couldn’t be worthy to be called people. Those…things may have done to her. Sam wanted justice.
And he wanted it now.
“The note said no cops,” Max said, “ So I came to you. I was hoping that maybe you could help. I know I can’t do this by myself, and my wife won’t be reachable for another week because of her business trip so…”
“Don’t worry,” Sam said, surprised by the malice in his voice, “we will get your daughter back.”
P.S. Chapter 2 is already underway. Updates will be posted when deemed necessary. Thanks for reading.
Part 5 And A Half (Its Slow Progress)
The question really was not that profound of a question. It was actually only two simple little words, but Sam had seen people who have been strongly affected by it and had responded to it in dramatically different ways. One lady he asked this question to broke down in tears and sobbed uncontrollably for two hours. After Sam finally calmed her down, made her some coffee, and made sure she was alright she informed him that her cat was missing.
Another time Sam asked a very nice looking man this same question. The man’s face became twisted with anger, and he is now responsible for the hole in the wall that the filing cabinet conveniently covers.
Sam looked at Max again. He was nervously wringing his hands and seemed oblivious to Sam’s presence.
The silence suddenly became unbearable and Sam had to break it no matter how much he hated the question.
“What happened?” Sam asked.
“Sir?” Max replied.
“What happened when you went into the house?”
A flash of rage went through Max’s crystal blue eyes, as if a fire had just swept over the serene, blue ocean.
Sam braced himself for the worst. Max did not sob uncontrollably or slam a chair into the wall, however. He took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly.
“There was blood,” he began, his voice trembling, “In the living room…on the couch. The recliner was tipped over, and the lamp was shattered. My girl may only be fourteen, but she’s a fighter, just like her momma.” Max allowed himself a small chuckle before returning to a look that was a mix of anger and terror. “ There was a note on the T.V. …I have it in my pocket.”
“May I see it?” Sam asked.
Max removed a crumpled up piece of paper from his pocket. Sam smoothed it out and began reading:
Another time Sam asked a very nice looking man this same question. The man’s face became twisted with anger, and he is now responsible for the hole in the wall that the filing cabinet conveniently covers.
Sam looked at Max again. He was nervously wringing his hands and seemed oblivious to Sam’s presence.
The silence suddenly became unbearable and Sam had to break it no matter how much he hated the question.
“What happened?” Sam asked.
“Sir?” Max replied.
“What happened when you went into the house?”
A flash of rage went through Max’s crystal blue eyes, as if a fire had just swept over the serene, blue ocean.
Sam braced himself for the worst. Max did not sob uncontrollably or slam a chair into the wall, however. He took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly.
“There was blood,” he began, his voice trembling, “In the living room…on the couch. The recliner was tipped over, and the lamp was shattered. My girl may only be fourteen, but she’s a fighter, just like her momma.” Max allowed himself a small chuckle before returning to a look that was a mix of anger and terror. “ There was a note on the T.V. …I have it in my pocket.”
“May I see it?” Sam asked.
Max removed a crumpled up piece of paper from his pocket. Sam smoothed it out and began reading:
“We have your daughter, but that’s not what we want. We are not going to tell you what we want though because that just wouldn’t be any fun. If you do what we say then your daughter will be fine, but if you don’t we will kill her and dump whatever is left of her body in the river. That is up to you. Right now we only ask two things.
1. No cops. If we even see a badge then your daughter is swimming with the pretty little fishies that she likes so much.
2. Go to the park in two days and there will be a box by the fountain. Inside it will be further instructions
-Your new best friends.
1. No cops. If we even see a badge then your daughter is swimming with the pretty little fishies that she likes so much.
2. Go to the park in two days and there will be a box by the fountain. Inside it will be further instructions
-Your new best friends.
Part 5 (I Know I Need A More Gripping Title)
Max stared intently at the fallen teardrop, as if this simple drop contained all of his hopes and dreams, and he watched helplessly as they shattered upon colliding with the cold, harsh, unforgiving ground. Sam knew what must be done. He knew he had to ask the question. He had hoped it wouldn’t come to this, he had hoped that Max would continue his story without this becoming necessary. Sam looked into the eyes of this broken man to see if maybe, just maybe, if he could see in his eyes the information that he must now ask for. Then he wouldn’t have to ask the despised question. In those eyes he saw grief, suffering, pain, fear….but underneath all of those emotions he saw the faintest hint of a much stronger, and deadlier, emotion.
Sam saw rage.
Not only rage, however, but also love. Sam recognized that emotion, for he had felt it before. A love driven rage will not be stopped by mere men alone.
It would take an act of God to stop this man…or death.
It seemed that Max could control his rage very well, he had thus far anyway. Which made this man even deadlier to anyone who stood in his way.
When dealing with an outraged man, it is normally quite simple. You either knock the man out, pay him off, or leave him alone. But a concentrated, focused, outraged man who is driven by love will stop at nothing until he has accomplished what he set out to do, and therefore he will not quit at the sight of money, fists, or guns.
A chill went down Sam’s spine as he thought of the things this man might do to the people who had hurt him so.
Sam was overlooking a very important thing though. The other emotions were still there also...
As strong as the love driven rage emotion is, the fear of losing said love is an emotion that balances out the rage.
This could very well be the reason that Max had sought Sam’s help instead of taking matters into his own hands. Which brought Sam back to the despised question.
Sam took a deep breath.
Sam saw rage.
Not only rage, however, but also love. Sam recognized that emotion, for he had felt it before. A love driven rage will not be stopped by mere men alone.
It would take an act of God to stop this man…or death.
It seemed that Max could control his rage very well, he had thus far anyway. Which made this man even deadlier to anyone who stood in his way.
When dealing with an outraged man, it is normally quite simple. You either knock the man out, pay him off, or leave him alone. But a concentrated, focused, outraged man who is driven by love will stop at nothing until he has accomplished what he set out to do, and therefore he will not quit at the sight of money, fists, or guns.
A chill went down Sam’s spine as he thought of the things this man might do to the people who had hurt him so.
Sam was overlooking a very important thing though. The other emotions were still there also...
As strong as the love driven rage emotion is, the fear of losing said love is an emotion that balances out the rage.
This could very well be the reason that Max had sought Sam’s help instead of taking matters into his own hands. Which brought Sam back to the despised question.
Sam took a deep breath.
Well it has been awhile...
But I am back again for the 1,876,953.6783527 time....and yet I have nothing at all on my mind to write about. My day to day life seems to have the same mundane schedule that has occupied it for so many years now, but of course there is always a twist thrown in every now and then.
Although there have not been any really big enough to expand on for a prolonged amount of time.
As far as my insight on things...I have kind of lost track of it all. There is alot going on in our world today (kind of a duh statement there), and about 95% of it all is very depressing stuff. So in my normal happy-go-lucky way I decided not to think too hard on things.
That never works....and it still doesn't.
But hey, at least I tried, and while trying I have accumulated a knowledge of facts that will not help anybody in life, but are interesting nonetheless. (Most people call this worthless nonsense, but I think the way I put it is more accurate...it makes it sound a little more worthwhile anyway.)
Did you know that if you have five dollars and Chuck Norris has five dollars then Chuck Norris has more money than you?
Also did you know that when there is a state of equilibrium in a chemical reaction, that the reactions do not cease, but rather both sides are continuing at the same rate of reaction, therefore equally opposing each other? (Chemistry test tomorrow.)
So as is painstakingly obvious my life is the same as all typical teenagers....
Uh...I take that back....maybe if I do drugs and get drunk every weekend then my life will be the same as a typical teenagers.
I guess, instead, my life is the same as a particularly strange typical teenager...but at any rate it is my life, and I plan on staying a particularly strange typical teenager. SO TAKE THAT MODERN DAY MEDIA!!!
Anyway....life is good for me at the moment, which, obviously, is a good thing. As far as the book goes (for parts 1, 2, 3, and 4 click the numbers accordingly) I haven't written on it any more yet. But I do plan to resume writing soon, so with that and the movie updates my blog might actually become a slightly worthy waste of time yet again, and with alot of hard work I may even pull it up to a "worthy waste of time" status...who knows what the future may hold?!
Until then though take care, and always remember that Chuck Norris can kill two stones with one bird....so.....yeah....
watch out for that.
Although there have not been any really big enough to expand on for a prolonged amount of time.
As far as my insight on things...I have kind of lost track of it all. There is alot going on in our world today (kind of a duh statement there), and about 95% of it all is very depressing stuff. So in my normal happy-go-lucky way I decided not to think too hard on things.
That never works....and it still doesn't.
But hey, at least I tried, and while trying I have accumulated a knowledge of facts that will not help anybody in life, but are interesting nonetheless. (Most people call this worthless nonsense, but I think the way I put it is more accurate...it makes it sound a little more worthwhile anyway.)
Did you know that if you have five dollars and Chuck Norris has five dollars then Chuck Norris has more money than you?
Also did you know that when there is a state of equilibrium in a chemical reaction, that the reactions do not cease, but rather both sides are continuing at the same rate of reaction, therefore equally opposing each other? (Chemistry test tomorrow.)
So as is painstakingly obvious my life is the same as all typical teenagers....
Uh...I take that back....maybe if I do drugs and get drunk every weekend then my life will be the same as a typical teenagers.
I guess, instead, my life is the same as a particularly strange typical teenager...but at any rate it is my life, and I plan on staying a particularly strange typical teenager. SO TAKE THAT MODERN DAY MEDIA!!!
Anyway....life is good for me at the moment, which, obviously, is a good thing. As far as the book goes (for parts 1, 2, 3, and 4 click the numbers accordingly) I haven't written on it any more yet. But I do plan to resume writing soon, so with that and the movie updates my blog might actually become a slightly worthy waste of time yet again, and with alot of hard work I may even pull it up to a "worthy waste of time" status...who knows what the future may hold?!
Until then though take care, and always remember that Chuck Norris can kill two stones with one bird....so.....yeah....
watch out for that.
The Movie...(Name To Be Determined)
For any readers I may still have after my unintentional hiatus, I would like to inform you that there is a movie in the making by me and some of my compadres.
Here is the trailer thingy...
I will be posting updates here periodically, and I am actually going to try to start writing again (I have said that before, but lets see if I can keep my promise this time).
Until then...
Here is the trailer thingy...
I will be posting updates here periodically, and I am actually going to try to start writing again (I have said that before, but lets see if I can keep my promise this time).
Until then...