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The Man In The Capusle

    A flood of agony and pain rushes all the way from Sean's head and continuing down to his spine, spreading out to his arms, hands and legs...Sean's eyes fought with the sunlight trying to open both his eyelids. He was on a train, sitting in front of him is a beautiful woman looking out the window of the modern designed train. Other seats on the train either was taken or was occupied with peoples belongings.

    Still not really able to recognise where he is or how he even got to this place, Sean was desperate for answers. He finally coordinated himself and sat up, “Where am I? What's going on here? What happened to my men??!!”, “What are you talking about Steve?...You had a bad dream? Haha!!”. Sean was utterly confused. He knew his name wasn't Steve, the woman sitting opposite of him seems to know who he is, but why is she calling him Steve? A lady from seats behind Sean was headed to the upstairs compartments for more tea walked past, and managed to spill and miss Sean or the woman in front of him. Sean stood up after she walked past and headed to the bathroom himself.

    Sean decided maybe washing his face and refreshing himself might help the situation. Sean dived his head into the sink and held his breath. He grabbed a paper towel as he lifted his head up, and trying to keep his eyes closed to keep any water out of his eyes. He roughly dried his face and hands, and this was when he noticed something different. He looked at his hands carefully, and slowly lifted his head up. “WHO THE HELL IS THIS???????”, was his first reaction. Sean no longer looked like who he used to be, and every single bit of his face did not belong to him. He stormed out of the bathroom trying to figure out what was going on.

    With the face he did not recognize on him, he thought asking the woman what was going on might be a good idea. As he stumbles through the isle, he sees from carts and carts away through the windows inside the train, was an explosion he knew it would not matter if he hid in a safe place. He did not flinch at all because he has dealt with this kind of explosions too many times during his training to know where this was going.

    Another flood of agony and pain rushes all the way from Sean's head and continuing down to his spine, spreading out to his arms, hands and legs...But this time, Sean did not fight to open his eyelids. He opened them wide open. He finds himself in a capsule like chamber, with safety belts on him to keep him strapped in mid air but able to move his arms and legs freely. Out of no where, a monitor above Sean lightens. In the monitor was another woman, but she had blue eyes and blonde hair. She was wearing a commanding officers suit with too many stripes on her chest for Sean to count.

“Sean...Sean...Flight Lieutenant Sean Barker do you copy?....Lieutenant Barker?”

“This is Flight Lieutenant Sean Barker speaking....Where am I? What's going on?? What happened to my men??”

“Lieutenant Barker what is the last thing you remember?”

“......I was out on a mission and my hawk was targeted down by the enemy fliers.....What is going on? I request to talk to my father please...”

“Lieutenant do you remember my name??

“No...”

“Lieutenant please try to remember.”

    Sean thinks back to when he was still on his Hawk fighter when he was on his last mission, and tries to connect everything to what has just happened. He had absolutely no idea what was going on, but he knew he had to figure out the name of the woman in the monitor. He easily spotted the name tag the woman was wearing in the monitor.

“Hello, Commanding Officer Goodwin.”

“Welcome back Lieutenant. Now tell me what you saw on the train. Did you find the bomber?”

“Tell me what the hell is going on here first or Im not saying a word!”

“...Lieutenant Barker, you are on a top secret mission, black ops, even the president doesn't know about this.”

“How did I just get to that train and come back here??”

“Through years of research and experimenting, we have developed a technology that can save millions of people called the source code.”

    Sean listens carefully.

“The source code allows you to go back to a persons memory roughly about eight minutes before the subject died. The subject we have you on is a high school teacher called Derek, Derek Warren. Derek Warren was on a train that is going to explode due to a terrorist attack, and we need you to find our bomber for us.”

“So you mean, my body is now connected with a dead mans brain to look for a bomber who planted a bomb on the train?”

“That is correct, Lieutenant.”

“This is nonsense! Get me out of here!! I request to talk to my supervisor!!!”

“I'm afraid I cannot do that until you complete your mission Lieutenant.”

“LET ME OUT OF HERE.... DISCONNECT ME!! WHICH DEPARTMENT ARE YOU PEOPLE???? WHO PUT ME HERE???

“I'm sorry, Lieutenant.” Goodwin pushes the blue button at her hand.

    A flood of agony and pain rushes all the way from Sean's head and continuing down to his spine, spreading out to his arms, hands and legs...And again, Sean's eyes fought with the sunlight trying to open both his eyelids. Sean was back to the train, confused without a clue of what is going on.

    Goodwin picks up her coffee mug and walked to what seems like a control room. Inside the room was a large cubed container. Goodwin opened the container. Inside the container was a man, man who had no legs no arms and seems to have lost consciousness for a long time. Goodwin picked up the dog-tag on the mans chest and caressed it with sadness. The dog-tag had a name forged onto it, the name was Sean Barker.

Marcus' Fan Fiction Final

The following fan fiction story, is a follow up on the film "I am number Four", directed by DJ Caruso. Enjoy!

"BEEEP BEEEP BEEEP BEEEP" drones my black motorola. I grab my phone, turn off my alarm, and go back to sleep. The 6oclock sun slowly rises over the botany hills, it's brilliant white rays slowly creep through my curtains, and over my closed eyes. I pull my blanket over my eyes, as qucikly as a vampire would, to protect myself from the vicious rays.

"JAMES, WAKE THE HELL UP! YOU'RE GOING TO MISS YOUR BUS!" screams Catherine, otherwise known as my Cêpan (protector). She's been quite bossy lately, maybe its that time of month? My train of thought is rudely interrupted by her intention to throw the dog chewn baseball lying beside my wardrobe at me . She goes to grab it, I quickly imagine the ball in my hand, SHHWOOOSSH, the ball flies straight to me, just before shes able to reach it. If it wasn't for my gifts, or legacies, I'd have a black eye by now.Catherine glares at me. I look at her and slyly smile,"I bet you wish you never taught that" I tease.

"HA! Lets see if you can do that the next time we're faced with Mogadorians!" she mocks. Mogadorians are the evil alien species which took over my planet 12 years ago. They destroyed everything, just like they did to the last planet. There were 9 children in the Garde, we were sent here to develop our powers in hope that one day, we'd take back our planet. However, theres only 6 of us now. Number 1,2 and 3 have already been killed. They're after number 4 now. I'm number 5, so that means I'm next. There was a charm placed on us before we escaped Lorien. If a Mogadorian tried to kill me before he killed number 4, he would not succeed, due to the charm. I developed my legacies when I was 15, now I'm 18. My powers are quite mature now, and I can control them. I read/control minds, control the weather. Catherine says that theres more to come and I'll just keep getting stronger. Currently I'm studying Japanese at university, Catherine said its quite similar to the Lorien language, so I should learn it. I get out of my bed and get ready for school. 

I walk through the clear automatic doors which smoothly slither open, and welcome me into AUT tower. I make my way to the crowded lifts, if only I could use my powers, I wouldn't have to wait in this endless cue. I walk into class ten minutes late and meet my teacher's evil gaze,

"doushite osokunarimashitaka?" she asks,

"Ummm, I missed the bus, sorry" I lie. 
I go take a seat next to my friends.

20 minutes into the lesson, I start getting a painful migraine. Not long after that, blood starts gushing out my nose onto the desk. I get up and sprint to the bathroom. I can't see straight though, and I knock a few people over on the way. I get into the bathroom, and quickly call Catherine, it goes straight to voicemail. Thats weird, I think to myself. Catherine's phone never goes to voicemail. A million thoughts spew into my mind at once. What if the Mogadorians got her? I quickly find some toilet paper to shove up my nose, its still bleeding. 

"AAAAHHHHHH!" 
I hear a scream from the corridor, quickly followed by a loud bang. I slowly open the bathroom door and peer out the little gap. Theres a 8ft tall white man, wearing a long black leather coat, talking to my lifeless teacher, he asks her

"One more time, tell me, WHERE IS THE BOY?" 
I can tell by his unusual accent, that he's a Mogadorian. How did they find me? Did they torture Catherine to find my whereabouts? Is this the end? I hear more heavy foot steps thudding pass the toilets. I peek through the gap, and see another Mogadorian seeker holding a bloody Catherine. I start to panic. I don't know what to do. That seeker is going to sniff me out in a second, I need to escape. I search the bathroom for an air vent. I find one, sadly its not like the ones you see in the movies. Theres no way I can fit in there. I hear the bathroom door open. I calm myself and get into a fighting position. Catherine's lessons flash back into my mind, I remember everything she taught me. I'm not going down without a fight. I harness my power and slam open the cubicle door. I get ready to fire, but as I look around, theres no one there. I walk around the bathroom in my Jackie Chan stance, looking for the source of the sound I heard earlier. 

"What the hell are you doing?" says an unfamiliar voice. 
I spin around to see a tall blonde female. Without thinking I pick her up and throw her into the wall, but somehow she goes straight through it, unharmed. She reappears behind me and says,

"Dude, I'm here to freaking save you. Calm the hell down!"

"Who are you?"

"I'm Number 6."

To be continued...

The Hero and the Journey - Final

Glancing down first at the bag which lay lifeless at my feet and secondly at the watch on my wrist I connected my hand (once again) with the silver bell sitting on the reception desk.
“Coming! I’m coming.”
An old lady bustled through the curtain that joined the reception and what looked to be her living room as a faint smell of fresh baking drifted through to reach my nose.
“Sorry about that. I’ve got the grandkids coming over soon and they do love my brownies! So what room are you checking out of?”
All my previous feelings of annoyance dispersed as I answered the smiling lady in front of me by handing her my room key on the ratty numbered tag.
“Room 108 ma’am.”
“Did you have a good stay in Anderson Mr...”
“Roe. Mr Roe. Well...it was everything I expected it to be.”
“Good. That’s good.”
Silence settles over the small office except for the sound of her slow meticulous entries on the keyboard and also what sounded to be, today’s episode of Wheel of Fortune playing through the curtain.
“Well that’s all done Mr Roe. Have safe travels wherever you’re heading.”
Disappearing behind the curtain, I followed her lead and left through the dirty glass door greeted by the chilly autumn breeze rippling through my clothes. Zipping up my jacket and crunching leaves as I walked towards my car, I couldn’t help but miss the seasons of my former hometown.

Driving through town for the last time, of this visit anyway, I saw all the places that mean so much (or so little) to me. Regardless of my feelings, these were the places that brought back all the memories.
The fairgrounds where everything seemed to go wrong for the first time, my former high school, my childhood home, everywhere that had some significance of my life, or my former life as the case may be.
All these places seemed to centre around my dad. The man who did his best and who taught me what being strong really was, especially through hard times.  I’m not quite sure what I am expected to do now that he has died.
These, and so many more memories infiltrated my thoughts as I drove on through the night until I hit Oklahoma City and found another second rate motel to stay the night. Tomorrow I would try and drive straight through to LA without stopping. Get back to this girl I was seeing, Erin.

After checking in, finding my room and realising that there was nothing good on television that night, I retired to bed and thought about Anderson. I knew I didn’t go back there enough, and I do hate that the only reason I went back this time was to say my final goodbyes to my father, but I just can’t feel for that town,  what I feel for my new home in California. I can’t hate a town my whole life, then visit it every year. All that does is remind me of all the things I hated about my former life. It was just unfortunate that my parents stayed in Anderson albeit in their separate houses, but still, in the same town. Regardless of my feelings about the town, they were still my parents and maybe guilt is settling in that I haven’t been a good enough son.

Regret flooded my room and I sat there drowning in my thoughts of all the things I didn’t do enough. I hate that a town can do this to me, drudge up all these feelings that I had suppressed and convinced myself that I had forgotten. It’s far too easy to forget all about Anderson when I live in a place where the sun shines every day.

“How was everything back in Anderson Kris?”
Sitting in the window of the sun drenched coffee shop, Erin sat down in the seat across from me and smiled as she picked up the coffee that I had already ordered for her.
“Oh ya know. The usual.”
“Well I’m glad you’re home anyway. We’ve got that gig to go to tonight yeah?”
“Yeah we do. I’ll swing by and pick you up around 9 or so?”
“Sounds good.”
Even as we continued talking I couldn’t help but let my thoughts stray back to Anderson. Although here I had everything I had ever wanted and was living this life, that before California seemed a dream I can’t help but realise that sometimes I do miss that place, more than I am even willing to admit to myself.

Chris's Fan Fiction : The Story Of Polly

An executive women...............  My partner Polly and I have dated for some time now.  However dreams hit hard.  When someone is together with another person they start to know not only the habits of their nature.  But also they know the person almost better than themselves.  They all believe that there is a certain level of telepathy like behaviour between husband and wife.  Usually some people are more in tune of this feature where others aren't.  Not capable?  Not able?  Not interested?  The human mind is a fascinating thing.  But none so other that my own recently.  Polly has bugged me to get married for such a long time.  My friends Jim and Sky are indifferent to the decision.  Friends are a difficult function.  Something told by others you should have, but in some cases not needed.  I for one struggle understanding logic of friends.  Like the butterfly effect one thing said changes the whole ball game.  I tend to stick my foot in my mouth habitually.  An habitual line stepper if you will.  I recently came into this issue not long ago when all these nightmares began.

It started at the bar Rez in my local township where Jim, Sky and I meet.  After leaving, and their worries about my relationship still in my mind I didn't much feel like going home.  Depressed about a death seen on the television with no just cause, a girl approached me with the blondest of hair, firmness of body and of course an attitude of danger, sexually and mentally.  I can remember clarity, relaxation and hot breathe but not much else.............  I awoke the next morning counting the squares on my ceiling also thinking I was quite glad to be home.  I came to looking across my bed seeing a lump which looked like my feather pillow I have had since childhood.  A short breath came from beneath the lump and a golden hair fell from a gap on the side of the sheets.  Sweating I looked under the lump, I felt life stop as it was and a sick sensation invaded every area of my body nothing was safe, I was a deer to oncoming traffic looking down at this half-naked girls body.  I desperately tried to remember if I had done anything to this person, anything that would make me sick to my stomach.  I almost felt I had committed murder stabbing my life relationship with Polly in the grand total of 24hrs.  Amazing figures were just created folks 5 years wiped in 24hrs you do the math.

The worse thing was, part of me was smug about the deviant act committed.  I crept out on my hind legs and left the room to at least get a fix of sugary substances before I traced my steps back.  I put on the white noise of television. Again, another death.  This time similar apparently happening during sleep even to people as young as myself.

"So strange, I hope it isn't contagious"

I opened up my coffee lid comically like a cheesy commercial smelling the grounds before setting myself up.  Before I had any recollection of the awkwardness of leaving the apartment with the strange girl there to have her shower,  I did not even stop to think if she a is a thief or not.  Didn't even register as I had a meeting with Polly.  It was one of those days where everything just seemed unbearable.  People equaled nothing.  Process was abandoned and train of thought lost.  I sat down in the Love is Over Cafe' an almost coincidental name for my situation.  Of course I was thinking of the worse.  I was I going to swallow this hockey puck sized pill that was last night.  My perverted side was trying to think what was kinky about the evening.  But drew a complete blank.  Without noticing Polly had made a noise with her coffee cup and spoon.  I was so out of it I did not even realise she was there.  Cynically she provokes "So how was your dream just then"  I chuckled of course being the obedient type.  Scratching my head thinking of something to say I stuttered out with a shred of confidence.

"So how about those people dying in their sleep Polly?"

"Don't you think it's strange it's only when they sleep."

"I wonder if it's a dream."

"Come to think of it Polly I always die in my dreams or someone is trying to kill me."

"I wish it was around the other way sometimes."

Polly's response was less than anticipated almost abruptly butting in and saying arrogantly

"I do most of the killing in my dreams"

Her smile was a sinister as the Grinch's.  Casually stirring her coffee she states.

"Are you going out tonight?"

The last words seemed to echo as I drifted into day-dream.  Suddenly I felt scared and somehow locked in another world.  I heard the foot steps of others behind me but not regular noises instead clops like a hoof of some sort.  I turned around in the black abyss to find nothing but sheep walking like humans towards a pink and white light.

"Why am I in boxers?"

"Why love hearts?!?!?!?"

Somehow I had no control and felt my body moving closer towards the light where the sheep were going.  One of the sheep looked with its beady red eyes directly at me.  With no expression on its face I could sense him trying to say move on.

Entering the light I then began to examine the seemingly strange but simple world entered, seeing a Qbert like stairway to a golden door SUDDENLY!

YOU SHOULD OF KEPT IT IN YOUR PANTS DARLING!!!!!!!!!!!!

WHY ARE YOU AFRAID OF COMMITMENT!!!!!

Shocked I looked down to see a large set of vainly hands almost ghoulish colouring with strangely the most beautiful red finger nails.  Somehow the voice was familiar but this voice had almost a robotic demonic tone.  

"Could this be how the others were killed?"

To be continued................

Tk's Fan Fiction Draft

Finding Nemo. Dory's Thrilling night.

Swimming through the coral reef, her carefree spirit relaxed in the last of twilight. Her goofy eyes and wowed expression as if surprised by a new surrounding. Weaving round back and forth as if she were a fish with ADHD.
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The next day dory was hiding in and out of coral reefs trying to avoid everyone. Looking back and forth making sure no one was following her, but then BAM!!!
"We were looking for you!" exclaimed a familiar voice that Dory just could not recognize
"Why did you do that?" Questioned the smaller fish with a small right fin
"Did what? What did i do? I can't remember.... Why are you following me? Nooooo!!! Help~" cried Dory
"Dory, shush, calm down"
"How do you know my name? How long have you been stalking me? Help! Help! WooOOoooWOooo ouUUhooooo" yelped Dory
"SHHHHHhhhh, SHhhh Dory, your disturbing other people and no one speaks whale here"
"It's okay dad, no ones here, she'll stop in a minute" said the mini clown fish
Suddenly a large shadow is casted over them, The smaller fish nemo turns to take a look, eyes bulging out in horror as he sees a large purple octopus standing right behind them.
"I'm here ~" said the 8 tentacled creature with a menacing grin
And in an instant 4 of his tentacles swepted out and grabbed the father and son stalker duo

Jeremy's 5 Fanfic Sites

1. Young Justice (Batman and friends)
    The Young Justice have their happy meals from McDonalds for the first time. They are surprised to see miniature versions of themselves in the box. Their leader, Batman, gets angry at them because he thinks it is some sort of conspiracy to take the team down.
    The story flow is fairly well. It introduces all the characters slowly as the story progresses to the end of the first chapter, with the main character(Batman) introduced last.

2. Kick Ass
   Describes some inner twisted thoughts and emotions of two of the characters with many detail.
   The descriptions are very detailed but lacks main information readers need to know about the characters. After reading the story, some people still might not fully understand who is who.

3. House M.D.
   A deviation of the TV drama series 'House M.D.'. Lisa Cuddy, the main character of this story, wakes up to the day that she is getting married to a man.
   For ones who have seen the series already, this is a very very interesting ending with surprise. The twist in the end makes this story amazing.

4. Austin Powers
   While Austin Powers, the English spy, is trying to stop Dr. Evil from destroying the world, Iron man comes out of nowhere and blasts the two Austin Powers from the future and the past. Somehow, in the end, two Iron mans kill Dr. Evil by blasting his ass into pieces, twice.
   Story starts with the normal storyline of the actual Austin Powers, but all of a sudden Iron man comes into the picture extremely randomly. No relevance of Iron man and Austin Powers were made, making the story a bit random and the humor not very successful.

5. How I Met Your Mother
   The story begins with Robin joining the kindergarden where she meets all of her future best friends one by one.
   Storyline is excellent and creative, without losing any of the characteristics of the characters of the TV series 'How I Met Your Mother'. Overall, this fanfic is different than the actual TV series but still remains the humor of it.