Thursday, 18 August 2011

Sneak Peaks!


Dakota ran. The zombies were behind her and they were catching up. Stirling was overrun with the things, the Thistle Centre being a popular place to meet up and… throw up. Dakota had tried to get into the ‘Base’ of the zombies.
There had been many more there, but nothing out of the disgusting. The zombies were huge, they could run like an Olympic sprinter, and they spat lots of blood. Their skin was a grainy colour of grey, and pure yellow eyes shone dimly in the dark.
Dakota Lake was a spawn of Nature, her acquired power being able to teleport. Apparently she might gain telekinesis, but that was a completely different matter. Right now there was a gang of zombies sprinting after her.
She needed to teleport, but there was nowhere to go just yet. She couldn’t picture a place in her head, and there were no roofs high enough to let her escape. Soon though. There were houses ahead of her, and the Saint Columbus Church was a good option. Dakota looked up, and teleported to the roof of the church. There was a blast of desert heat, followed immediately by a soothing coolness as orange shadows swirled around her.
She felt like she was falling for a second while time froze, and when she reached her destination, the smoke billowed away and time resumed its countdown to the next sequence of events.
Dakota allowed herself to pause for a moment to regain some needed energy. The zombies were shrieking, spitting lots of blood, while looking around. One of them howled and spat in her direction, then the rest of them started running to the church. Dakota still had time, and she cleared her mind. Beak Street Hospital, she thought. She imagined the room she had first woken up in while in that world.
She teleported, and appeared right behind Karmaloss. He looked as if he was chewing something. Dakota tapped his shoulder. He jumped up, looked around and said; “Please don’t do that. I could’ve choked on my food.”
“Never mind, there was no lead zombie. There were just more of them.”
“And I see you’re covered in blood. Again.”
“I’d like to see you do better.”

Number 2 Below

An hour later Dakota was dressed in a skin-tight suit with a symbol on it that resembled a vine. A woman stood a few metres away from her, and told Dakota what to do.
“OK, I want you to try and make a vine shoot towards you from that tree. Like so,” and a thick green vine shot from the tree. “Just focus on the tree as a whole, then focus inwards on what the tree is made of. Imagine all of the leaves coming together and stretching into a vine. Then try and pull it towards you.”
“Go on, just try. It’s a lot easier after you’ve done it once.”
Dakota exhaled and looked at the tree. She focused on the tree, then thought of the leaves pulling together and shooting out towards her hand.
Amazingly, it happened.

Monday, 8 August 2011

What If...? Lightsabers Were Real? Part II

20 years later

2031, all of the lightsabers have been deployed to the police and the military. What did I do? I went to the military. Gadaffi’s forces have been trying to take control of the UK, Ireland and the USA. Naturally General G decided that lightsabers weren’t good enough for his people, so he has all the blasters on the go just now.
We’re in Scotland, defending the Stirling Castle. Few of my friends have joined the army. Dragona, Nicolette and Kallista have come with me to the castle, Darkane and some others are either hoping we win or are in the police force.
Right now I can see a lot of people with blasters coming up the hill. I’m on the roof and I am ready to press the button which will deploy a wing suit and allow me to glide to the ground and come behind them. Dragona is with me, as is Kallista as well as some others who chose to fight with lightsabers. All blades had to be blue, green or purple so we can identify ourselves. Mine is green, Dragona’s blue, Kallista’s purple.
There is a fierce battle cry and General G’s men attack.
We run to the edge of the roof and jump. We all punch our chests and a wing suit comes out and onto us. We glide to the last line, and let them go.
I motion to the others. 3… 2… 1… Now.
The last men in the last line see their last moments as green and blue lightsaber blades come out of their chests for the first and last time. We all start slashing and thrusting the blades into the bodies of heavily armed men. Something we soon realise is that some of the men have lightsabers. The drop the guns and fumble with the hilts to ignite a red blade. Before one can get the blade, I roundhouse kick him in the chest and catch his hilt, big and clumsy in my hand, switch it on and throw it horizontally into G’s men. I should tell you, the hilts that the military use are Luke Skywalker style, only there isn’t an annoying box in the middle of it. There is a button instead, and believe me, having a green blade on them feels very classic.
I stop, and I hear a high pitched whine in my ears. I look down and see that someone has kept bullets rather than lasers. One is in my stomach.
The battle rages on around me, and my confident grin fades. I feel blood flowing from my mouth, and look around. I fall to my knees and look up at the sky. I hear footsteps close to my ear, and I hear Nicolette say, “Oh, shit! Someone get a medic. Quick! Sarthacus has been hit by a bullet!”
That’s the last thing I hear before colours surround me and what’s left in my sight is my lightsaber.
I flop my hand to my hilt and switch it on for the last time. I haul it as far as I can, hoping it will do its work as it usually does.
Then I die.

Sunday, 7 August 2011

What if...?: Lightsabers were Real?

!! This is a random bit of fanfic set on a young guy called Sarthacus Bolt (As per usual), who saves up his money and buys a real lightsaber. He's an athletic guy, just so you know. Here we go. Oh, he also has some friends (a load of bloggers that I know of) who will take a big part in this. These are what the hilts look like:





My name is Sarthacus Bolt. I went to the stores yesterday and bought a "Real" lightsaber. It's probably just one of those ones with a spring out blade. I got it for around £20, a good deal for something so detailed. The whole thing is metal. The hilt is quite slim. The part at the bottom of it twists, I have no idea why.
I’m in my room just now, looking at it. It’s silver with some black on it. It’s not so heavy.
I point it away from me and turn it on. Out of it comes a glowing green blade. No, not the flimsy plastic type – I mean a real lightsaber blade. A white laser with green surrounding it. It hums patiently, as though waiting for me to move it. I wiggle it about slightly and the humming pitch increases then decreases. I twist the metal piece at the bottom of it and the colour changes to red, orange, yellow, purple, and then blue. I keep it at blue, that being my favourite colour.
I notice that the only thing with any weight is the handle. I try to spin it, but it’s like holding a pen and trying the same thing. There’ll be no flourishing and showing off with this. I hold up a piece of paper and move the blade onto it. There is a sound of burning and the paper falls in 2 pieces.
I switch it off, and the humming stops. I grab my phone and call Dragona.
“Hello?” He says from the other end.
“Dragona, We need to meet up at the park today. Like, now! This is really important!”
“Woah, slow down Sarth. I’ll be there. Goodbye.” He hangs up.

We meet up at the park, and I take Dragona to the bushes.
“What’s up,” he says.
I hold up the hilt.
“You got a toy lightsaber? That’s why you brought me here? Oh my god.”
“No, look here,” I say.
I turn it on and Dragona gapes.
“Man, that’s cool!” Dragona says.
“Not just that,” I say, “Look at this.” I cut a large hole in the fence.
“First things first, where did you get it?”
“In the shops,” I tell him which one, “They only cost £20!”
“Right, I’m going there right now,” he says, pulling out his wallet and taking a £20 note out of it.
 10 minutes later Dragona comes back with a black hilt and a red button on it. He has changed the colour to green. We switch them both on and clash them. They make sounds just like from the movies.

School, the next day.

We have our weapons with us and we show them to Kallista, Nicolette, and Darkane at break.
“This has answers to all of our problems!” I say, grinning madly.
“If you mean killing, hell no. If someone uses deadly force on me, I use… a lightsaber on them, that’s their own fault, but just for fun? No.” Says Kallista

Weekend, the friends all have lightsabers now.

“They sell real blaster thingy’s now,” says Nicolette.
“Yeah, just before us came some angry looking men with a load of the guns. Didn’t look good. Speaking of which there they are now.” says Darkane.
We turn around and see them coming to us.
“Oh, damn.” I say.
“I don’t like lightsabers,” the man says with his gang randomly. “They’re ugly. Go to hell with them!” the gang takes out blasters and start shooting them at us.
We all ignite our blades, mine blue, Dragona’s green, Nicolette’s the same, Kallista’s orange and Darkane’s purple.
“This should be like baseball,” Kallista says.
Somehow we all manage to deflect the daggers of red shooting towards us. We eventually spread out and run for it.
I sprint for the woods and hide for a few minutes behind a huge tree.
I press a button on the lightsaber, not knowing what it will do, and a duplicate springs out from the end of the hilt. 2 sabers? Wow. I switch it on and an orange blade comes out. It retracts and I hold it in my left hand.  I hear 2 of the gang members coming.
“He went that way,”
“No, I heard the sound from the tree next to the big one.”
“Go on, go check then.”
“I’m not bloody going anywhere with a guy with a blade like that! Did you see what they did earlier?”
“You’re scared of a kid? My God. Go, now before I shoot you myself.”
I hear muttering and then I see the man going to the tree next to mine. I peek out and when the other is looking away, run to the first man.  I use my blue blade to cut his gun, and then hesitate. I’m not a killer, but this man would’ve killed me just because he didn’t like lightsabers. I decide on it, and cut his fingers off.
I open my orange blade and run out to the other one, who literally shits himself and tries to get away. I cut his head off by accident instead of burning his back.
I look at the lightsabers in my hands.
I could really get used to these…

To be Continued…