Free Hunters Part 2

Free Hunters

Fellex

Part 2

"What's going on, Winston?" R.J. yelled into his earpiece. "I thought you said that the alarms were deactivated." "I know! I know!" a voice yelled back. "Someone overrode my system! I can't get control back!" Bren's voice came in. "Well, figusre it out!" "I'm trying!" As Winston said this, the alarm stopped. Terral and R.J. looked around in suprise, then jumped as the alarm started again. After a couple more moments, the alarm turned off. After the alarm turned on and off a few more times, a teenager came through the doorway behind the two theives. They both turned around and stepped away from the boy. He wore a denim jacket with an untucked, red collared t-shirt and jeans underneath. He held a small electronic device in his hand. "Aren't alarms fun?" he said happily, pointing at the button. "Not really..." said R.J. cautiously. The teen looked down at the button sadly. "Oh..." he said slowly. A moment later, he shook it off, threw the button over his holder and once again, looked happy. "Oh, well!" he said. "What are you doing here?" asked Terral. "I'm following you." he responded, staring up blankly at the mosaic on the ceiling. "You mean you knew about our plan?" asked R.J. suspiciously. "Of course!" "How?" The boy pulled a small electric device out of his pocket. It was like a very small satellite. "Your homing signals are only too easy to hack on to." Winston's voice came in. "HE hacked onto my system? Careful, guys, he might have some more tricks up his sleeve." "A wise decision." said the kid. "Wait," said Winston's voice in disbelief. "He can hear me?" "Um, yeah. I used an unused satellite signal to grab your signal." "You mean you didn't know about this, Winston?" Bren said, harshly. Hey, I used every possible security measure, but he still had me fooled. He probably has the government, itself, fooled." "Well, thank you!" said the boy, happily. "Get out of there, guys. This wacko is wasting our nighttime." R.J. nodded as if Bren was there and started backing up. "Well, it was nice talking, but we really must go." Terral nodded in agreement, clutching the mask. Then they turned and head towards an exit. "I wouldn't go that way if I were you." he said with a annoyingly amused face on. R.J. turned around, annoyed. "Why not?" he said. "I set up a few motion-triggered paralyses guns on the other side of the wall." R.J. rolled his eyes. "Why would you do that?" "I was sent to bring you back." he said as he studied his hand. "Who sent you? Where will you bring us?" asked Terral, anxiously. The boy looked suspiciously at a security camera. "I can't tell you that at the moment." R.J. grabbed Terral's arm and pulled her towards another exit. "Fine. We'll go out a different door." Fellex raised his finger sleeply. "Um... I secured all the exits with guns." R.J. stopped again and asked "Winston, is there any evidence to support these myths?" "Just found the info, R.J. He has you covered. He even deactivated the security radars so I can only see the guns in a metal scan. The boy pouted. "Metal can be hidden so much better in new buildings. They're made of mostly metal." "Sorry, R.J." said Winston. "I can't deactivated those guns." R.J. kicked at the ground disappointedly. "Well," said the boy, "if you're done trying to escape, could you come with me. There is a lot to do. Some people will be around to pick up the the other two theives from you guys's headquarters in a minute or two." "Go with him, guys. Hes got us, too." said Bren. "Who are you?" asked Terral. "Me?" asked the boy, "I'm Fellex."

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Rabk- Part 9

Rabk Part 9

Into the Deep

After a couple of days of sailing, Rabk and Beowulf had run out of food. Rabk was curled up on one side of the boat. Rabk stirred a little, as though he was just waking up. "Is land in sight?" he asked Beowulf. Beowulf raised his head for a couple seconds and then dropped it again. "Nothing whatsoever," he replied. Rabk groaned. "I'm so hungry," Beowulf chuckled/groaned a little laugh. "I bet I am hungry than you," he said. Rabk lifted his head a little. "Oh, yeah?" he smiled. "I'm so hungry, I could eat a a turtle." Beowulf retorted, "I'm so hungry, I could eat a genetically-modified turtle!" They laughed a weak laugh before realizing that the boat was tipping forward. Immediately, both of them were on their feet, vainly trying to climb to the rising end of the boat. Soon, the boat was completely vertical, and it paused in that strange position for a moment. Beowulf and Rabk looked down at the water as they clung to the top of the boat. Then, the boat started descending into the water. The two of them tried crying out for help, but they both knew that nobody would hear. As the boat entered the water, a large bubble enclosed it, which kept Rabk and Beowulf from escaping or drowning. When the two of them saw this bubble, they let go and sat at the bottom of the bubble, looking downward. They descended for quite a while, and as they went down, they couldn't see anything, not even themselves. After not seeing each other for a long time, a glow grew larger from the bottom of the ocean. As the boat moved closer, the two passengers could see many large buildings and streets coming from withing a glowing, large bubble framed with stone. Their boat docked just outside the giant bubble. A man in blue camouflage, holding a machine gun, motioned for them to come towards him. As Rabk and Beowulf moved, they found that their bubble moved with them. The camouflage man moved towards them and their bubbles merged. The man had a large beard and green eyes. He looked at them, worriedly. "How did you guys get here? You're not from down here." Beowulf chuckled. "No, we're definitely not from down here. Where are we and who are you?" "I'm Burt, but I can't tell you where we are. Follow me." The group's bubble merged with the űber bubble, revealing a thriving city concealed into the bubble. The two travelers, in their ragged over-use clothes, were noticeable different looking from the rest of the people in this mossy, stone city. After passing several men in uniforms, and a whole bunch of suspicious stares, Burt brought them into a huge room with men on thrones. Burt nervously ran up to the man in the largest chair and whispered something in his ear. The man looked down at the two men angrily, then he roared. "How on earth did you two find the city of Atlantis?"

Poem, B Momentous

How to Write the Right Book

Boo.

I have tried and have tried
To write the right book
I have finally wrote it

You should really take a look

First write a word
The word you know best
Then write the next
This isn’t a test

I wrote the best word
The word, it was boo
It knew it, I knew it
I knew it right through

Word after word I wrote it all down
And after I finished I fell to the ground

I set of to publish it then and there
But when I thought about it
I asked myself “Where?”
“Where was this place to get a book published?”

“To the bookstore!” I thought as I went on my way
“To the bookstore I’ll go and there I will stay”

I asked if they’d publish my book for me
They looked through the book and the said “No!”
“This book is worth nothing! It’s a practical joke! Go climb up a tree!”
“If this is a poem, it has no good beat! If this is a book it’s as confusing as a flea!”

I sat down and thought, “How is being confusing like being a flea?”
“And why would they make me climb up a tree?”

I finally forgot about climbing up fleas and being like a tree
That old book that I made was really a poem

It is this one right here and it was made by me!

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Once Again!
Matthew 7:1 !
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Free Hunters Part 1

This story will be like Rabk, a story written in many parts, but unlike Rabk, this story is a little more serious. I'm not saying that its creepy or scary, just serious. Let me present to you, my new story.

Free Hunters

Museum Theft
Part 1

R.J. and Terral stood on the roof of the museum. As R.J. used a heated knife to cut through the skylight's glass, Terral kept watch for anything that might be a threat. Although she saw nothing, she knew that someone was out there on the roof. "We're being watched," she said nervously. R.J. looked up at her. "You are so paranoid. Nobody could have possibly known about our plans." Terral kept staring at the rest of the empty roof. "I know," she said, sighing, "But it still seems too easy." R.J. rolled his eyes. "Sure it is," he said sarcastically, "Now help me pull this skylight off." Terral went over to the opposite side of the skylight from R.J. and they lifted the skylight out of place. R.J. put his hand to the earpiece that he was wearing. "Any cameras, Winston?" he asked. A voice crackled in. "All cameras are deactivated, R.j. You're free to go." R.J. jumped down into the hallway, followed closely by Terral. Both took out small cylindrical objects from their pockets and squeezed them. The cylinders instantly began glowing a green light. In the light, the features of the two criminals could be seen. R.J. had jet black hair and an Asian face. Terral was very different. She was Caucasian with dirty-blond hair pulled back into a ponytail. "Okay, Bren," said R.J. "Where do we go?" A different voice came into the earpiece. "Just a moment, R.J. Winston's pulling up your information. " Winston's voice came in. "Okay, now we can read your homing signals. R.J. leaned against a wall. "Just tell us where to go." "Patience, R.J. All you need to do is go through the door next to the wall you're leaning on.You'll find a door on the other side of that room. Go through it and you'll be in the right room." R.J. jumped back to his feet and started picking the lock. It was a very large lock, but because the museum building was made before the Condensing, it was a simple lock to pick. The Condensing was the time when the whole population of Keartone, the Great City, was condensed into a much smaller walled area. Soon, R.J. had picked the lock, and they were in. As Terral followed R.J. through the doorway, she turned, but she saw nothing. R.J. turned to look at her. "What are you doing? We don't have all night!" "I don't know," said Terral, still staring at the empty hallway. "I thought I heard something." "That's great," said R.J., annoyed. "Now can we move on?" Slowly, Terral turned back towards R.J. and followed him into the room the needed to get to. In the middle of the room was a glass case. Inside of it was a case was an ancient mask, from before the Condensing. R.J. pulled the heat knife out of his pocket. "Are the alarms off, Winston?" he asked. "Off as could be." said the voice. Bren's voice came in soon afterwards. "Now, R.J., take your time. We don't want anything crashing around." "You got it," said R.J., turning on his knife. R.J. bent down to the exhibit and stabbed the knife into the glass. He slowly cut a circle into the glass as Terral watched silently from behind him. After a short while, R.J. pulled his knife out and grabbed the top of the newly made glass circle. "Done," he breathed. A sigh of relief came from both Terral and the voices in the earpiece.Terral slowly reached into the hole, but paused, saying "The alarms are off, right?" "You got it," said Winston. She pulled the golden mask out of the exhibit. She smiled. "Funny mask, eh?" "Yeah," said R.J., chuckling. "Who were the Greeks, anyway?" As they laughed, the unwanted sound of an alarm echoed through the room.

To Be Continued.

Poem, A Epic

MY HOMEWORK

My homework is unsupreme
And it made me scream
I don’t like my homework
It is my teacher’s fork

It’s their utensil
Along with their pencil
To force us to look like a dork

One day I fought the forks
To make us stop looking like dorks
They joined with spoons
From big lagoons
And now the are large sporks

The sporks are dorks
And I’m a fork
‘Cause I won the battle
It was such a rattle

And now I am unsupreme