Post by jakelong411 on Mar 24, 2007 16:18:37 GMT -5
Chapter 9
Death From the sky
It was July the 4th, Independence Day. Jake loved it, because he and Rose would go out, patrolling New york the the country's flag, Haley, a very old Gramps, and the rest of the family and freinds would come. The ones who were old enough would drink alcohol, and the younger ones drank punch.
Jake looked up at the sky, laughing. He had trpped over the flagpole he was carrying. Jake suddenly stopped laughing. He stared at the sky. "What is it, Jake?" Asked Haley, looking in the direction he was looking. Jake got up, but gave no answer. His smirk fell into an emotionless face. He dropped the flagpole, and began walking like a zombie, chanting 'huntsclan... huntsclan...' Gramps and Haley were doing it too. Gramps was wheelling along in his wheelchair, chanting, until Jake walked into a lamp-post, hit his head, and rubbed the bump that was forming. He stopped chanting, and then Haley was knocked out of it by walking into a fire-hydrant. Gramps wheeled into a taxi and rolled onto the front of it. They all rubbed their heads, "What happened?" They said in unision.
The next thing they new, there were green lasers, just like the huntsclan's, raining down in showers over the bulk of new york city. Jake managed to get everyone under a public bench for cover, but the green lasers shot all the way through the steel and grazed his arm. He yelped in pain. Fu opened up a portal spell, and got them all into the marketplace Jake had been in 3 years ago. "Great. Nice job Fu, we're back where we started." Said Jake, frowning, because of his pain, his eyes and brain weren't focused. He rubbed what he thought was the wound on his arm. "You could tr saying thank you... If I hadn't brought that portal spell, we'd have been killed." Said Fu. Two hours later, Great black bulks off sheets of steel were hovering over the whole of planet earth, and the magical version. Each of these had the huntsclan insignia. The American governement had sent up war-planes to try and communicate with these 'aliens'. But all they got in return was a major 'plane srash' in the middle of South-Dacota. (The huntsclans guns were much stonger than they looked.)
Death From the sky
It was July the 4th, Independence Day. Jake loved it, because he and Rose would go out, patrolling New york the the country's flag, Haley, a very old Gramps, and the rest of the family and freinds would come. The ones who were old enough would drink alcohol, and the younger ones drank punch.
Jake looked up at the sky, laughing. He had trpped over the flagpole he was carrying. Jake suddenly stopped laughing. He stared at the sky. "What is it, Jake?" Asked Haley, looking in the direction he was looking. Jake got up, but gave no answer. His smirk fell into an emotionless face. He dropped the flagpole, and began walking like a zombie, chanting 'huntsclan... huntsclan...' Gramps and Haley were doing it too. Gramps was wheelling along in his wheelchair, chanting, until Jake walked into a lamp-post, hit his head, and rubbed the bump that was forming. He stopped chanting, and then Haley was knocked out of it by walking into a fire-hydrant. Gramps wheeled into a taxi and rolled onto the front of it. They all rubbed their heads, "What happened?" They said in unision.
The next thing they new, there were green lasers, just like the huntsclan's, raining down in showers over the bulk of new york city. Jake managed to get everyone under a public bench for cover, but the green lasers shot all the way through the steel and grazed his arm. He yelped in pain. Fu opened up a portal spell, and got them all into the marketplace Jake had been in 3 years ago. "Great. Nice job Fu, we're back where we started." Said Jake, frowning, because of his pain, his eyes and brain weren't focused. He rubbed what he thought was the wound on his arm. "You could tr saying thank you... If I hadn't brought that portal spell, we'd have been killed." Said Fu. Two hours later, Great black bulks off sheets of steel were hovering over the whole of planet earth, and the magical version. Each of these had the huntsclan insignia. The American governement had sent up war-planes to try and communicate with these 'aliens'. But all they got in return was a major 'plane srash' in the middle of South-Dacota. (The huntsclans guns were much stonger than they looked.)