The Traveler Part 6

     The Traveler ducked under a branch and pushed through some vines. Jackson was still a few yards back so The Traveler stopped to let him catch up. They had to be careful in here. This place was full of life, which was usual for a jungle.

     Yet something still didn’t feel right to The Traveler. It seemed to him that in the several hours they had been walking they would have found some form of civilization. Suddenly he felt that he was being watched.

     “There you are!” Jackson said, stepping up next to him.

     “We aren’t alone,” The Traveler responded.

     “What?”

     “Have anything we could use as a weapon?”

     “No”

      “Good”

     As if the word ‘good’ were a summons, a dozen people pushed through the vines. They were all carrying spears made from wood and rocks. Some had paint on their faces as well.

     “I think we’re in trouble,” Jackson whispered.

     “No,” The Traveler replied sarcastically, “They’re the welcoming committee.”

     “Some welcome…”

     The people, which The Traveler assumed were a group of warriors, began to close in around them. The warriors held their spears in both hands, ready to attack. One of them stepped up to The Traveler. It made a series of strange noises and waited for a response. When it got no response, it turned and made a loud shrieking noise.

     “That didn’t sound good,” Jackson said.

     What happened next happened almost too fast for The Traveler to follow. As the warriors stepped forward, their spears now raised above their heads. Another group of people suddenly leapt down from the trees, waving some kind of weapon at the warriors. The warriors ran off. One of this new group turned so that he was facing The Traveler and Jackson.

     “Hello,” He said, “The name’s S. P. Lort.”

The Traveler Part 5

               They were in a jungle. A very dark jungle. The Traveler examined their surroundings before determining that it was night on this planet. Or at least this side. That was fine with him, as he hadn’t gotten sleep in awhile.

                “We’ll camp here,” he told Jackson “Tomorrow the destruction can begin again.”

                “Always so cheerful,” Jackson responded, glaring at The Traveler.

                “You don’t seem too happy yourself,” The Traveler said, sitting down and leaning against a tree.

                “No, I’m not. I’ve never really been too thrilled about jungles anyway. Too much wildlife. But I find it hard to enjoy anything when I’m stuck with a psychopath in a black trench coat who isn’t entirely sure if he wants to be an explorer, rescuer, or destroyer!”

                “You didn’t seem to have a problem with me before.”

                “That was before the old guy that made you start to rethink what life you might have! Who exactly do you think you are?”

                “I don’t know,” The Traveler said quietly. He turned his head and looked out into the darkness. As he sat he could hear the patter of rain. Then he felt the raindrops on his head. But he took no notice. The end of the conversation had caused him to begin thinking about his origin.

                He really had no memories at all past a few years ago. As far as he knew, he had been destroying planets all his life. However long that may be. He knew a lot of things yet had no memory of learning them. He had no idea who he was or even how old he was. All he knew, was that he was supposed to destroy planets and not ask questions. That made him wonder—

                “Ah! Traveler? It’s startin’ to rain hard! Can we get shelter?”

                “Yeah.”

The Traveler Part 4

     The Traveler and Jackson stood on either side of the door, unmoving. Not long after arriving on this world they had been sought out by a man named Jark, who said some scientist was looking for them.

     I wish they’d hurry up. The Traveler thought. Almost as if in response to his thought, Jark came through the door. “The Professor will see you now Traveler. Your friend must stay.”

     The Traveler followed Jark into a small room with two chairs and a large telescope-like object in the corner. One of the chairs was occupied by an old man who he assumed was the scientist. Jark left the room.

     “Hello Traveler,” The old man said, standing up, “I knew you were coming. How is unimportant. I want to show you something.”

     The old man pointed over at the giant telescope and The Traveler walked slowly up to it. He looked through it. He could see something. A planet. But there was something strange about it.

     “There’s no stars,” He said to the scientist, “The planet’s alone.”

     “Yes and no,” The old man wheezed, “It is two planets. Not one. I have recorded them over long periods of time. They are moving away from each other. They are not one planet but two. They are Kcors.”

     “Kcors?”

     “Halves, dear boy. And they have names. Retsnom and Reklats.”

     “You know this… How exactly?”

     “Retsnom has spoken to me. All planets are alive, Traveler.”

     “Okay…”

     “Now. About you. You are the  destroyer. But I am told that there is good in everyone. Your friend out there. He will not be alone. You will save others on your journey. You have a destiny Traveler. You may leave.”

     The Traveler left the room. When he got back to Jackson he grabbed the man’s shoulder. “We’re leaving.”

The Traveler Part 3

            “So, for the fifth time, you wanna tell me how you did that?” Jackson asked “Where we were there and then we were gone and-“

            “I didn’t do it,” The Traveler answered.

            “Then who did?”

            “I wouldn’t be lying if I told you I’m not exactly sure”

            The two had come out in a desert. This was one of the few times The Traveler wished he didn’t wear a black trench coat. Without checking to see if Jackson was following, he turned and began slowly walking across the sand.

            “Do you know where you’re going?”

            “Away from here”

            “That’s genius. Shouldn’t we, you know, be lookin’ for civilization?”

            The Traveler stopped. He turned around so that he was facing Jackson. “Look, I think we better get a few things straight here. First, if you’re gonna follow me, you’re gonna make yourself useful” He took off his trench coat and tossed it to Jackson. “Next, you have no say in what we do. Understand? You do as I say. And no more questions.”

            “Fine,” Jackson replied “So exactly where are we going, Travelin’ Guy?”

            “West. There’s some sort of monster in a cave not far from here. And don’t call me that.”

            “Okay Traveler, how do you know about this monster?”

            “I said no questions, do you remember that?” The Traveler said, turning and continuing to walk.

            Within what The Traveler estimated to be a half hour they reached the cave. Jackson hadn’t asked anymore questions. The ventured into the cave for another half hour until they found what The Traveler was looking for. There was a huge creature with four legs and a pair of pincers. It was bound to the wall with two dozen chains.

            “Gotta set it free now” The Traveler said.

            “What?”

            “Welcome to my life”

The Traveler part 2

            “So, uh, Jackson, right?” The Traveler asked the man in front of him.

            “Yes.  Jackson,” Jackson responded.

            “Good, I have a job for you. You said you have access to a ‘Central Explosives Unit’ right?” The Traveler waited for Jackson to nod, then went on “Good. I need you to take me there.”

            “Why?”

            “I’ll give you more details when we get there.”

 

 

            The Traveler watched Jackson punch keys on the large computer.  He had explained to Jackson what was going on and how important it was that what they were doing was done quickly. As he watched, he saw Jackson slam his fist against one of the controls and mutter in frustration.

            “Hey, uh, Jackson, what happened?”

            “Just a little hacking- er… Logging in issues…”

            “You don’t really have the authorization to be here do you?”

            “Uh… No”

            “You’re not really with the military either are you?”

            “No”

            “And at any moment they’ll probably barge in and kill us right?”

            “Yeah…”

            “No”

            At that moment, heavy footsteps came from outside the door. There was a bang on the metal door and a voice called in, telling them to come out. The Traveler shook his head to Jackson and stepped into the corner. The door burst open and men charged in, aiming weapons of all kinds at Jackson. Jackson continued his work. Almost… The Traveler thought.

            “Hey Travelin’ Guy! I got this!” Jackson yelled out and turned around “Thirty seconds!”

            “Hey, you! Who are you talking to? And what are you doing in here?” One of the men asked.

            “Gotta go!” Jackson said as The Traveler ran out and grabbed his arm, “Fifteen seconds!”

            The Traveler and his new companion disappeared before the eyes of the soldiers in seconds. Mere seconds later, the world was blown to pieces.

The Traveler

     The Traveler trudged through the snow.  he was moving at a much slower speed than he had thought he would.  He was tall and thin with black hair and dark blue eyes.  The scar on his left cheek stood out from the shadow cast by the brim of his hat.  He had pulled his old coat tighter as soon as he had entered this icy realm.  He came here for reasons that he kept to himself.  He had heard the legends.

     The Traveler continued plodding as he sorted out the mixed events of the legends in his head.  Allegedly, long ago when the world was still in creation, a team of super powered beings were created to save the world from catastrophe.  The team was kept in a small ice cave in containers made to hold them until they were needed.  When the team was finally awakened, a traitor in the group tried to destroy the team leader and was imprisoned in the cave by the others for eternity.

     The Traveler was there, in the place where saying “man it’s cold” would be an understatement.  The place where the traitor was kept.  He had already hiked around half of the mountain in the last half hour.  Now, as he plowed through the snow, he could see the entrance, sealed up by boulders.  That was why he had dynamite.  When he was close enough, The Traveler tossed the explosives into the rock.  He dove back to avoid the blast and the chunks of rock and ice that fell down.  When The Traveler rolled back over and stood up, a pair of red eyes gleamed at him from the entrance of the cave.

     “Thank you,” a voice said.

     “I’ve done my part in the destruction of the world,” The Traveler responded, and strode away.

Taken Out

Taken Out                     Short Story

They said it wasn’t a game show. That much was true. The “Host” took me to a house, medium sized, fairly new. There were nineteen other people there, apparently they signed up too.

After I was introduced to the others, the “host” left us. Everything was okay until week one. That’s when Joe was taken out. He just……. disappeared.

Now we’re halfway through our time here. There’s only ten of us left, and I’m the only sane one. We have three hours until our “host” shows up to take someone else away. We also have a plan.

I’ve been thinking for awhile now. I have decided that our host must want us for something. Probably some science project. I was ready now. I had taken every little detail into account. But I was not going to get taken out. I picked up the knife I had put on my pillow earlier.

 

 

4:30. We were all waiting by the door. I had the knife in my pocket, safe and sound. I heard the sound of our host walk up to the door. What came through the door was not our host. It was an acute beam of light. This melted a small hole through the door. I was stunned. The others froze. We waited.

The door swung open. What stood outside wasn’t our host either. It was a monster.

“Hello,” It growled “who wants to go now?”

For some reason, this snapped me back to reality. I reached down and pulled the knife from my pocket. Before I knew what happened, another beam of light melted through the knife. I was scared.

I turned to run but felt something on my legs. I looked down and saw a tentacle wrapped around my ankles. I was in a panic now. The tentacle yanked me off my feet and pulled me towards the door. It was my turn. I was being taken out

Agent 2

story-Time Twist        Name-Alexander Andrews aka Agent 2

Agent 2, or Alexander Andrews, is the leader of the secret government team sent out to stop “mad scientist” Professor Milad from destroying the world with his time machine. Alexander later named the team the Time Twist Team because of their involvment in the disruption of time. Agent 2 also took full responsability for the death of Agent 6 and all the destruction caused by the battles. Alexander specialized in sneaking into Milads bases and was nicknamed “The Shadow” by the other team members.

Taken Out

Taken Out-Idea

20 people are trapped in a house and every week one is taken away by the “host”.

I have finished this, though it isn’t too good, and will post it soon.

Dekk Rant

Story-Tuousrol-Voan  Name-Dekk Rant

Dekk was used as one of the Robot Empire’s many expiraments.  His eyes became extrememly sensative to light and requires thick lensed “sunglasses” to keep from going blind.  Very smart but quiet, Dekk became a sharpshooter for the Rebellion and was seperated breifly from Squandron 13 and paired with Cyrus Sketchy until the death of the latter.