"Journal"

[Storm Warrior2]

Day One

Only two hours ago I would have said no. No, there are no monsters. No, they don’t exist. No, they aren’t real. But now I can’t say that. Now I know the truth.

They are real.

The man came to my house, and he offered me a chance, a chance to come with him. It would “better my life,” he said. He said it could “save me,” he did. I did not believe him. I should have.

I shut the door in the man’s face. But he was persistent. He knocked again, and again, and again when I did not answer. I now wanted to go…I wanted to see what he could show me. But as I thought, my thoughts came back to my wife, my children, and my family. I had a feeling in my mind that I would never return if I left.

I was afraid then, and I am afraid now. But as my hand trembles upon these keys, I tell my story without hesitation.

I went with the man, the man in the dark suit, the man who carried the silver phone in his hand. I went with him. I had to, and I see that now.

He took me to his home, and showed me to a woman. She was a beautiful woman, long and slender with straight black hair. She too had a phone, in a baby shade of blue.

There also was a man, older then myself, his head shaven bald and his green eyes piercing my soul. His phone matched his dark eyes.

The man with the silver phone looked to me, and without a word offered me a black phone, just as the others had. I hesitated then, and I had good reason. But I took the phone.

Now I fear for my life.

[tiger_zord]

Wow, keep at it stormy. This is one of the few fanfics that I would take the time to read.

[Storm Warrior2]

Day One, Continued

If I had said no, would it be any different? I believe so. I would have never have met these people, and never been thrown into this. I am afraid and tired, but I will attempt to recollect the events as they happened.

I opened the phone. The small bottom panel slid straight down, revealing a mass of small, black buttons with white designs. Did I know what they meant? Heavens no! I had no idea what they meant!

The phone began to emit a loud, ringing sound, as did the other three that rested in the room. What was happening, I did not know, but I soon found out. The others whipped around me, their baggy clothes whipping in the wind. Was I afraid? Yes, I was.

I followed, using all my leg strength to keep up. Soon, we reached their destination: a large room with a large variety of vehicles. I was amazed.

The others ran to a set of sparkling white motorcycles. The man who had summoned me directed me to one that sat forlornly next to the one he mounted. I obeyed, and straddled the plush seat of the vehicle.

Following the actions of the man in black, I placed my—now closed, mind you—phone device into a small indention between the handlebars. The effect was instantaneous.

The four motorcycles roared to life, the color of the phone washing over the white. Without me touching anything, my vehicle shot out of the room via a suddenly open doorway. The others followed, their vehicles acting alone as well.

Though I left first—I think—I was soon lagging behind, with no way to catch up. My motorcycle turned sharp corners, and my trembling hands clutched the handlebars for dear life. Suddenly, I came to a sharp stop. I looked up, seeing the others around me. But it was what was ahead that astounded me.

I felt sure I was going to die at that very moment, for sitting in front of the four cycles was a gigantic, green centipede. I swear it was there. I can still smell its breath; still see the green ooze it left in its wake. And the eyes…those horrible, yellow eyes! They bore into me, like they were there to kill me…just me. Like I was the one it had been sent for. Then it charged.

The others dismounted, as did I, and ran in two directions for cover. I found myself next to the stunning woman, looking across a road at the bald man and the man in black. The centipede was fast—so fast that it had no time to stop and change direction. It went past us, and we formed a line between it and its starting point. I was scared all to Hell.

“Won pots,” said the man in black, or something to that effect. Won pots? What the hell did that mean?

“Rednerrus reven lliw ew!” cried the centipede. I am going from pronunciation.

“Neht, yaw eht drah lliw ew,” the man in black drolly replied, then, turning to me, “do as I do.” That, I understood.

He pulled the silver phone from the bike that lay on the ground, as did the woman and the bald man. I hesitantly did the same. The man in black then slid the cover down, and pressed a button on his phone, calling out the word “Revlis!” With that, he removed his black jacket, revealing a nearly skintight and long-sleeved silver top. I don’t know what that little silver phone did, but I know one thing: it defiantly gave an adrenaline rush.

The man in silver ran forward, and proceeded to defy gravity by leaping into the air high enough to touch the top of a nearby building. He then dropped down, his feet together in a point, and crashed into the centipede, sloshing blood onto the ground. He was defiantly experienced.

“Neerg!” I heard the bald man cry, pressing down on the same button on the phone. This time I was close enough to see which button he had pressed. He threw off his blue sweatshirt, revealing a skintight dark green top similar to that of the man in silver. With that movement, he rushed forward and put a fist straight through one of the creature’s many red eyes. These phones, whatever they were, gave these people extraordinary strength.

“Eulb!” the woman called, pressing the button. She pulled her sweatshirt up over her head, revealing a skintight blue top that was low-cut, revealing a small amount of her chest. She rushed forward with a fierce intensity, her slender hands cutting the wind behind her. She preformed a gravity-defying somersault, landed on top of the centipede creature, and drove her hand right through its back. But it did not stop. It charged.

I slid down the cover of the phone, and pressed the button. But I felt nothing. Nothing at all. With that, the centipede impacted with me. That was all I remember before I blacked out.

[TBF]

ooohh, aaahh

[Windcatpersonthing]

Nice, nice... just one thing..

It seems like they're saying everything backwards in letters and words, so correct me if I'm wrong, but what is " We will hard the way, then " then supposed to be? You know, with the whole: “Neht, yaw eht drah lliw ew,”..

Yeah. Great, though.. great.

[bjlovel]

a different type of fic. I like it. Keep it up

[Splush]

Its okay. The chapters are WAY to short...and something is missing from the writing.

[TheOneRJS200]

You've got my attention....

[Storm Warrior2]

Alright...fan mail!

"We will hard the way, then"
Woops...i meant "We will do it the hard way, then." THis backwards language thing is hard.

"The chapters are way too short."

These arn't chapters. "Day One" is the first chapter, i'm just posting it in parts do to computer problems and stuff.

Unfortunatly, no update this week most likely. I'm doing this inbetween another non-pr project, called "Silverlight", and i just decided that this was a different way to do things. So, check back next week. Lates.

[Splush]

I wouldn't call it "fan" mail.

[AbareDragon923]

I like it. It’s creative, and has allot of suspense elements to it. The Backwards language thing is pretty cool too. Hard on the eyes thou. Keep it up man.

[Storm Warrior2]

*Bags splush*

[Splush]

*Bags splush*


Damn't not again!!!

[Storm Warrior2]

Day One, Continued

When I awoke, hours later, I heard a voice. I knew that voice…it was that woman, the woman in blue. I slowly tried to sit upright, but I felt a sharp pain in my back and fell back onto the red sofa that rested in what I believed to be one of the trio’s homes. Which, I did not know. I did not care. I slept.

I awoke some time later. I was not well rested, to say the least. I, a man of twenty, was more lost and confused then I had been in my entire life. But as I sat up—the pain had subtly subsided—I saw that I was alone in the room. Whoever had been there once before was gone. But something was there. My laptop.

How did it get there? I do not know. Was I thankful? Yes. I began to type, to type what I type now. I must leave you with this last message, a message of where to find me…what was that? Holy sh-

End of Journal #1

[TBF]

nice

[ivoryranger]

This is fantastic. Absolutely fantastic.

I'm not too keen on the backwards language myself, because it's a trick that I've seen done before in a lot of hackneyed things, but otherwise, wow.

I really like the introspective nature of the narrative -- it's exactly what I was trying to do with Veridium (And I can't help wondering if (assuming you've read it -- in which case I'd love your thoughts) you're also planning to add narratives from the other rangers. It could work either way). It's a little soon to say much about the actual *story*, but the actual *writing* is great.