Post by charles finley. on Sept 16, 2007 0:53:34 GMT -5
OHMIGAWD.
I finished this before the deadline! Yay! xDDD;
Yeah ... This would be my oneshot for the contest thannggg. The title sucks, but whatever. xDDD;
Enough of me now, here's the oneshot. xD;
DISCLAIMER ::
[/b]I do not own American Dragon: Jake Long. It is copyrighted to Disney, Jeff Goode, and all of the others that have the full right to the ownership of this show. All rights reserved;I finished this before the deadline! Yay! xDDD;
Yeah ... This would be my oneshot for the contest thannggg. The title sucks, but whatever. xDDD;
Enough of me now, here's the oneshot. xD;
DISCLAIMER ::
RATING :: [/b]Teen. Rated for swearing, and slight child abuse.
Into The Night
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Silently, she moved in the shadows, her breathing low and barley heard throughout the silent, beaten and battered road she was on. Thorn clenched the staff in her hands, her stomach doing backflip of pure agony as she moved forward.
The heavily masked teenager felt sick to her stomach. This was just something she couldn’t do. And especially since she had found out about Jake’s true secret, why he was always running off. Well, she was always running of, but she never expected Jake Long, her Jake Long, to be the dragon she loathed to death and was raised to kill.
“Thorn …” A voice called out, stern and cold. Thorn gave a sigh, reluctantly turning around. Saying nothing, she titled her head to the side, to see what was calling her. The teenage hunter’s intuition gave her some kind of warning, but not to the full potential it could. The Hunts-staff was still grasped within her glove covered hands as she saw a bright green light appear in front of her.
The wind rushed up against her unmasked face, and a black figure appeared in the shadows in front of her. Showing no emotion whatsoever in her appearance, she moved forward to her master.
“Yes mater?” She croaked. The Huntsman said nothing, but merely looked at her with suspicious eyes.
“Thorn, why did you abandon the dragon two weeks ago?”
Suddenly, Thorn’s heartbeat changed rapidly. Her stomach’s back flips were becoming worse, and her head was rushed with pain. Maybe she could lie, maybe she could. “Thorn, do I have to repeat myself?” A cold tone was flooding his voice.
“I tripped … And … And … Well, he managed to get away. Master, I don’t know how he did.” It was a lie, a major lie, but it could, and possibly would, save her life. There was silence for moments, but that silence was broken by the sound of a loud smack. In fact, it sounded like … he had hit her.
Thorn looked up at him, soothing her, now red, check with her leather glove. It was going to leave a bruise, she knew that much. But had he just … hit her? Thorn made a relapse of what just happened, and she was right.
He had just … hit her.
And all because of what? Her not fulfilling her assigned job to kill the American Dragon? She closed her eyes, saying nothing. The leather didn’t do exactly the best job for a soothing pain, but it was better than nothing. And this was only happening because she didn’t fulfill her job …
There was silence again before the Huntsman spoke, “Well?” Thorn simply stated nothing, her breathing shallow and low. The Huntsman glared into her clear, ocean blue eyes, and she glared at him straight back, but showing nothing that would give away what really happened.
“Thorn, I expect a lot out of you, I mean a lot. You were one of the best students at the Academy, what the hell has happened to you? You’ve not been doing your duties the past two weeks!” He growled at her. Thorn shrugged, “What do you mean? I haven’t changed a bit. Or are you just too d*mn mental and coming up with your own reasons about killing me?” She fought back, not acting angry, but calm.
The Huntsman seemed a taken back by her comment and struck her across the face again, only this time, harder. “What is it with you? You’re supposed to be living up to what I am! You’re going to be great, you’re going to lead. Just get your god d*mn act together, Thorn,” He replied, as cold as ice.
“What? Do you expect me to become everything you are?” The tension had snapped. Maybe it was the fact that she had been struck across the face twice, maybe it wasn’t. But something had made her snap.
The Huntsman stared at her. He didn’t know what was going on; all he knew is that Thorn was going to put up one hell of a fight before long. “What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked her, trying to piece the pieces together. “Wait a minute …” He added, causing Thorn’s heart to freeze. Was he going to figure out what had really happened? Or was he just going to say another stupid and random comment? Whatever it was, Thorn had no intention of finding out.
The bottom of her staff smacked against the broken cement, and a green light focused around her, forming a ball. And with the blink of an eye, she disappeared. The Huntsman stood there in awe. Had Thorn just left him, just standing there? Well, obviously, she had just done so. But a smile appeared on his face, for he knew one thing she didn’t. And what was that? That was the simple fact that Thorn forgot about.
The fact that all Hunts-staff had a tracking device on them …
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The blue eyed, blonde haired, young teenage girl found herself thrown against the grass. Breathing heavily, she pulled herself up, coughing loudly. Thorn’s eyes were wide alert, fear that the Huntsman or any one of the Clan members would be after her.
Running her fingers through her hair, she sighed and looked at the Hunts-staff in front of her. She knew the dangers of it; she knew them all too well. In fact, Thorn could deeply recall the day that one of their own had run off. They had issued an alert, you know, like an Amber Alert? Only they couldn’t think of anything clever to replace with Amber. Finally, after a long, bloody, and painful, search, they found mangled parts of her body. She had been murdered by one of their own, as a matter of fact, and thus, the Huntsman came up with the tracking device on the Hunts-staff, assuring to himself and the rest of the Clan members that this was to never happen again.
Thorn felt smothered. She couldn’t go back to her biological family; she couldn’t even go to Jake’s … Well … she could, but that would include a hell of a lot of explaining to Jake and why she left two weeks ago in fear … But no, she couldn’t do that, she just simply couldn’t. Maybe it was her only choice, considering that the Huntsman didn’t know about Jake being the American Dragon, like she did. Well, she could go to one of the homeless homes, but she’d have to make up a very, very clever story about how she got like that. Sighing to herself, she concentrated on what to do. And all in all, there was really only one thing she could do, and that was to tell Jake.
Her stomach eased with pain as the thought popped into her mind. Maybe Jake wouldn’t scream all hell at her; maybe he would be happy to see her. But that thought was quickly shattered as the thought of the Equinox Hunt plagued all of her mangled mind. No, Jake was surely to hate her, and that was the only thought that was stapled into her mind.
Growling to herself, she pulled herself up off the grass, leaving the Hunts-staff right in the exact position. She knew that the Huntsman would trace her with it … But than an idea struck her mind. Thorn knew the Huntsclan all too well, the flaws and the strong points. If she was moving and the Hunts-staff was with her, the Huntsman would surely send people out to follow her. Now if the staff was frozen on the spot, Thorn knew that they wouldn’t come after her until they knew for sure that she was moving at a good pace.
A broad grin appeared on her face. She quickly drew out the small map that was placed in her pocket, eyeing the only thing that was on her mind. Then, out of the corner of her eye, she had found her prey.
The Hudson River.
The plan was simple. Throw the Hunts-staff into the water, for the thing was water-proof, and make a run for it, possibly heading to Lao Shi’s shop.
It was a perfect plan. Sure, it had its flaws that Thorn couldn’t pick out, but for now, it would make her look as if she was taking a boat on the Hudson. Something that would keep the Huntsclan moving and getting father away from her. The more time she had, the better. Thorn scratched the side of her head, messing up her braid, but what did she care? Quickly, she broke out into a run to get to the cold edges of the banks of Hudson River.
It didn’t take her long to get where she wanted to be, considering how where the Hunts-staff had taken her was fairly close to the river. She could have used the Hunts-staff, but they would track it whenever it was moving someone from location to location. Again, it was another issue that had come with the thing with the girl, seeing as how one of their own killed her and he was moving around with the Hunts-staff.
Thorn found herself at the edge of the bank to the river. She took a breath, it was slow, but the air that surrounded her felt refreshing. The grip around the staff became lose as she wadded into the water, feeling the water soak up into her shoes and socks and the edges of her Huntsclan uniform.
There was a splashing sound, and the impact of it made the water splash up to Thorn’s face, leaving her red, stinging face feeling cool and refreshed. She titled her head to the side, her eyes opening as water droplets rushed down her face, and watched the Hunt-staff float away down the river.
And now, there was only one thing that she had to do. And what was that? It was to run; run far away as she could, run like there was no tomorrow. Run and hide, that was her only option on what to do.
Breaking out into a run, Thorn glanced over her shoulder, looking at the bright lights that soared to the tops of the skies in her city that she once called home. She gave another long and deep sigh as her run became faster, her pace increasing as the fear struck inside her body.
Smiles across the city seemed to fade to her as she continued to run, and the ones she thought she loved seemed to turn against her in her mind. It was a nightmare that was coming to life, but it was a chance to start over, start over in a new city, as a new kid, a new life.
Thorn pulled herself to a stop as she looked ahead. It was a new journey, a new one with a deadly cost if she was found. And yet, this young teenager was willing to take the risk, and take the fact that if she was found, she was to be murdered.
It was a long journey ahead of her, but it was something that made her life go back into the balance that it was meant to be in. Quickly, she picked up her pace, her intuition growing stronger with fear and ran off into the night, starting the deadly fate that was yet to come …
And all the miles away I feel a part of me I have to fight
Buried somewhere deep beneath my skin
The emptiness in me is faded
And I can see my life is waiting
Now I know I’m living for who I am …
Buried somewhere deep beneath my skin
The emptiness in me is faded
And I can see my life is waiting
Now I know I’m living for who I am …
~ End Oneshot ~
And there you go, my horrible contest entry/oneshot focused on Rose.
I absolutely hate Rose, but I just thought it'd be fun to do something like this. Ha. Oh wells. But I love calling her Thorn. Calling her Thorn sound so ... evil. xD;
And I've spent too many times previewing this, making sure that it was perfect. hahaha. *nerd*
Read&Review please! =D
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