Post by superdoglac on Dec 19, 2010 15:31:32 GMT -5
Hi. This is a rewrite of my first and only completed fic, "Why Does Everyone Want Me Dead"which I wrote...4 years ago? I was 12, maybe 13...awful at writing? I'm kind of using this as practice to see if I want to write more fanfics in the future. Plus I need to practice my writing for college next year, since it's one of my weeknesses.
Takes place after the first season.
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She disappeared three weeks ago, two weeks and six days to be precise. But the sadness, the worry, has made it feel like a year, maybe longer. She let a dragon, me, go, I can't even imagine what the Huntsclan is doing to her. Is she dead, or worse, tortured for information she doesn't even have? Why did I have to be a dragon? Why Rose a slayer? Why did our lives even have to cross?
Ever since that fateful day where Huntsgirl discovered her middle school crush was a dragon, let him go, and ran away, Rose was the only thing going on in Jake's mind.
I had to be the American Dragon. She had to be a member of the Huntsclan. It like the world is playing a sick joke on the both of us.
Jake was walking through Central Park, thinking. He seemed to go on periodic walks everyday now, it was the way he could try organize his thoughts, attempt to come up with solutions. It was 9:30 at night now. He had come from his Grandfather's shop where Jake and Lao Shi had a meeting with the Dragon Council. Jake was so out of focus the entire time, they believed he was getting ill, permitting him to go home early. But he didn't go home; he went for a walk instead.
Jake looked at his watch; it was far later than he thought. The meeting with the Council would definitely be over by now and he needed to get home before his parents began to worry about him. Jake turned around and started heading home when he felt the hairs on his neck go up, feeling like he was being watched. "Ear of the dragon," he muttered, and his human ear turned into that of a dragon's, giving him enhanced hearing. Everything was silent until he heard an uneasy breath come from the bushes to the right. He faced the bushes. "Whoever you are, come out. I don't want to hurt you unless it's necessary." There was another moment of silence and then a weak voice. "Please don't hurt me, I don't want to hurt you." A figure then rose from the bushes, revealing the girl he had been thinking of. "Rose," Jake whispered as if just saying her name would make her disappear.
There she was, in the flesh. Jake felt his heart leap, it was really her!
Rose's mask was off, her clothing tattered. She was dressed in her Huntsgirl outfit with her staff clutched in her right hand. She approached him, slowly, frightened that he would run away. "Jake, please I need your help." Jake looked her in the eye, curiosity getting the better of him. "What are you doing here?" he asked. "The Huntsclan is on the hunt for me, kill on sight, because I let you go. I've been on the run for weeks now, they're tracking me, just like they would do for a magical creature."
Voices came from the distance. "Sir, I believe I've found some of the Huntsgirl's clothing. There's a strip of cloth here, the same material we make our uniforms from."
Rose's eyes opened wide and her heart started pounding, she looked terrified. "Jake, I know what I've done throughout my life isn't right but do you think you can get me out of here?" Jake smiled coyly and his body became immersed in flames. Then, where the short boy once stood was a large, red dragon with wings, tail, claws and all. Rose stood there looking half scared, half amazed. It was going to take some time till she accepted that Jake was a dragon.
Jake got down on all fours. "Hop on." He took Rose's staff with his tail as she climbed onto the dragon's back, wrapping her arms softly around his neck. Jake let out his wings and began to flap furiously; within seconds they were stories above the ground. Below them, was the Huntsman surrounded by other clan members, obviously looking for something. Lucky for Rose and Jake, it was an incredibly dark night with little light from the moon and they weren't noticed in the sky.
They flew in silence, left to occupy their own thoughts. Rose was simply amazed as to how it felt to fly. Not chase magical creatures with her huntstaff's hover board, but to really fly. To have the breeze in her hair, the wind in her face; her first moment of calamity in weeks felt amazing.
After a few minutes Jake landed on the roof of his grandfather's shop. He let Rose slide off his back and then shape shifted back into his human form. They sat down next to each other on the edge of the roof, looking at the city beyond them. A few more moments of silence followed, the only sounds coming from the cars and people below.
This gave Jake time to actually to intently look at Rose for the first time. Her Huntsclan uniform was covered in tears and rips, underneath revealing deeps scratches and cuts caked with blood and deep purple bruises. She was also much skinnier than Jake remembered; she obviously hadn't eaten much since she disappeared. He then looked her right in the eye. She was no longer the tough, fearless warrior she once was. She now looked feeble and scared.
Jake scooted closer to her, wrapped his arms around her and pulled Rose onto his lap. This sweet act caused Rose to completely break down, warm tears streaming down her face. "I'm so sorry Jake, for everything."
Takes place after the first season.
_____________________
She disappeared three weeks ago, two weeks and six days to be precise. But the sadness, the worry, has made it feel like a year, maybe longer. She let a dragon, me, go, I can't even imagine what the Huntsclan is doing to her. Is she dead, or worse, tortured for information she doesn't even have? Why did I have to be a dragon? Why Rose a slayer? Why did our lives even have to cross?
Ever since that fateful day where Huntsgirl discovered her middle school crush was a dragon, let him go, and ran away, Rose was the only thing going on in Jake's mind.
I had to be the American Dragon. She had to be a member of the Huntsclan. It like the world is playing a sick joke on the both of us.
Jake was walking through Central Park, thinking. He seemed to go on periodic walks everyday now, it was the way he could try organize his thoughts, attempt to come up with solutions. It was 9:30 at night now. He had come from his Grandfather's shop where Jake and Lao Shi had a meeting with the Dragon Council. Jake was so out of focus the entire time, they believed he was getting ill, permitting him to go home early. But he didn't go home; he went for a walk instead.
Jake looked at his watch; it was far later than he thought. The meeting with the Council would definitely be over by now and he needed to get home before his parents began to worry about him. Jake turned around and started heading home when he felt the hairs on his neck go up, feeling like he was being watched. "Ear of the dragon," he muttered, and his human ear turned into that of a dragon's, giving him enhanced hearing. Everything was silent until he heard an uneasy breath come from the bushes to the right. He faced the bushes. "Whoever you are, come out. I don't want to hurt you unless it's necessary." There was another moment of silence and then a weak voice. "Please don't hurt me, I don't want to hurt you." A figure then rose from the bushes, revealing the girl he had been thinking of. "Rose," Jake whispered as if just saying her name would make her disappear.
There she was, in the flesh. Jake felt his heart leap, it was really her!
Rose's mask was off, her clothing tattered. She was dressed in her Huntsgirl outfit with her staff clutched in her right hand. She approached him, slowly, frightened that he would run away. "Jake, please I need your help." Jake looked her in the eye, curiosity getting the better of him. "What are you doing here?" he asked. "The Huntsclan is on the hunt for me, kill on sight, because I let you go. I've been on the run for weeks now, they're tracking me, just like they would do for a magical creature."
Voices came from the distance. "Sir, I believe I've found some of the Huntsgirl's clothing. There's a strip of cloth here, the same material we make our uniforms from."
Rose's eyes opened wide and her heart started pounding, she looked terrified. "Jake, I know what I've done throughout my life isn't right but do you think you can get me out of here?" Jake smiled coyly and his body became immersed in flames. Then, where the short boy once stood was a large, red dragon with wings, tail, claws and all. Rose stood there looking half scared, half amazed. It was going to take some time till she accepted that Jake was a dragon.
Jake got down on all fours. "Hop on." He took Rose's staff with his tail as she climbed onto the dragon's back, wrapping her arms softly around his neck. Jake let out his wings and began to flap furiously; within seconds they were stories above the ground. Below them, was the Huntsman surrounded by other clan members, obviously looking for something. Lucky for Rose and Jake, it was an incredibly dark night with little light from the moon and they weren't noticed in the sky.
They flew in silence, left to occupy their own thoughts. Rose was simply amazed as to how it felt to fly. Not chase magical creatures with her huntstaff's hover board, but to really fly. To have the breeze in her hair, the wind in her face; her first moment of calamity in weeks felt amazing.
After a few minutes Jake landed on the roof of his grandfather's shop. He let Rose slide off his back and then shape shifted back into his human form. They sat down next to each other on the edge of the roof, looking at the city beyond them. A few more moments of silence followed, the only sounds coming from the cars and people below.
This gave Jake time to actually to intently look at Rose for the first time. Her Huntsclan uniform was covered in tears and rips, underneath revealing deeps scratches and cuts caked with blood and deep purple bruises. She was also much skinnier than Jake remembered; she obviously hadn't eaten much since she disappeared. He then looked her right in the eye. She was no longer the tough, fearless warrior she once was. She now looked feeble and scared.
Jake scooted closer to her, wrapped his arms around her and pulled Rose onto his lap. This sweet act caused Rose to completely break down, warm tears streaming down her face. "I'm so sorry Jake, for everything."