Another plot bunny. XD;
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ladybug_archiveStar Wars: Episode III is out! YAY! **cuddles Star Wars.**
I determined that my malady is a cold. However, it's a very strange one. o.o; There was really no sore throat stage and there hasn't been too much of a sniffle, but I'm glad of that. XD Maybe I won't have to cough for two weeks, either.
The Darkness Within continues to move along at a good pace. I'm thinking maybe there'll be three more chapters, bringing the complete total up to 10. Doom Reborn won't be defeated in the fic, though. It'd be way too soon for them to be disbanded. This problem with Alister is only the first major problem of several that the poor bikers will have to deal with in relation to Doom Reborn.
And I got yet another plot bunny idea. o.o; It involves Valon being with a motorcycle gang and not remembering any of his life from before he wound up with them. For the gang members, I got the brainstorm to bring back the "Whipped Cream Avengers," only make them humans and ditch the whipped cream. XD; Rocky, Rambo, André, Angel, and Thorn were some of my most original OCs for any fandom, I think. It would be interesting to bring them back, in another fandom, and see what happens. Vivalene was originally from my original stories, and she was a skunk. XD; I turned her human, made her more of a murderess, and stuck her in the YGO fandom as one of the cruellest villains.
Here's a random blurb I've been working out, from a later scene in the fic.
Valon trembled, falling to his knees as he could not restrain a choked sob from escaping his mouth. He bent over the crumpled, lifeless form of the unknown redhead who had annoyed him every time they had met over the past few weeks. He had been convinced that Valon was someone he knew, a friend whom he had said had gone missing several months back and had never been found. But Valon had rejected his claims as nonsense. He had not remembered any such person, especially one who ran around in a revealing, midriff tanktop. As far as he had known, he lived with a motorcycle gang, and had for most of his life, except for whatever portion had been lived in Australia. From his accent, he knew he had resided there for a while.
"Alister," he cried out, shaking the man as he attempted to rouse him from the eternal sleep---but to no avail. The boy's shoulders slumped and he allowed the tears to fall free from his eyes as he rested his elbow on the still body's shoulder and placed his hand on his own forehead. His friend was not going to wake up.
"How come I couldn't remember you before?" he whispered. "HOW COME?!"
Shaking, the brunette gently turned Alister over onto his back. The body was limp and completely motionless, blood trickling from a wound on his forehead. His skin was still warm, but growing cold, as the Australian discovered when he carefully lifted the form into his arms. Valon shut his eyes tightly, clutching the form as though he was afraid to let go.
"You just wanted me back," he said, his voice breaking. "You just wanted your chum back. . . . You wouldn't give up. . . . But I was stupid. . . . I wouldn't listen to you. . . . I rejected you. . . . And Raph. . . ." The guilt and anguish he felt upon remembering his friends, only to have one of them laying dead in his arms, was too much for him to bear.
Hearing a cruel laugh, he looked up to spot Rambo standing in front of him. Feeling a burst of both outrage and protectiveness, his grip on Alister's body did not loosen as he spoke. "Haven't you done enough?!" he screamed, hatred flashing in his blue eyes. "You killed my best friend . . . because you were tryin' to kill me and he wouldn't let you. . . . I hate you! I HATE you!" He had never liked Rambo, and the feeling had obviously been mutual, since the punk who was Rocky's right-hand man had been plotting to get rid of the new member whom Rambo felt had invaded their turf. My feelings were right all along. . . . I didn't belong here. . . . I DON'T belong here. But . . . it's too late to go home. . . .
Rambo smirked, his wild, sky-blue hair falling into his eyes. "Maybe you should've listened to your friend when he came around for you before," he answered. "He knew where you really belonged, punk, but you wouldn't believe him. You called him a 'freak' and a 'wacko,' if I'm remembering right." Obviously there would be no sympathy from him. Valon wondered why Rocky even kept him around, unless it was merely because he was useful and rough as a fighter. "If you'd gone with him, I wouldn't have tried to kill you and he wouldn't have fallen out the window."
"You're just askin' for it, aren't you," Valon retorted darkly. If he was pushed much further, he would attack---and Rambo knew that.
"Yeah---he is."
Abruptly Rambo gave a gasp of pain and crumpled to the ground. In shock, Valon looked up again and saw that Raphael was there, having rendered the murderer senseless. The blonde man looked down at Rambo coldly, then stepped over him and came to kneel beside Valon.
I determined that my malady is a cold. However, it's a very strange one. o.o; There was really no sore throat stage and there hasn't been too much of a sniffle, but I'm glad of that. XD Maybe I won't have to cough for two weeks, either.
The Darkness Within continues to move along at a good pace. I'm thinking maybe there'll be three more chapters, bringing the complete total up to 10. Doom Reborn won't be defeated in the fic, though. It'd be way too soon for them to be disbanded. This problem with Alister is only the first major problem of several that the poor bikers will have to deal with in relation to Doom Reborn.
And I got yet another plot bunny idea. o.o; It involves Valon being with a motorcycle gang and not remembering any of his life from before he wound up with them. For the gang members, I got the brainstorm to bring back the "Whipped Cream Avengers," only make them humans and ditch the whipped cream. XD; Rocky, Rambo, André, Angel, and Thorn were some of my most original OCs for any fandom, I think. It would be interesting to bring them back, in another fandom, and see what happens. Vivalene was originally from my original stories, and she was a skunk. XD; I turned her human, made her more of a murderess, and stuck her in the YGO fandom as one of the cruellest villains.
Here's a random blurb I've been working out, from a later scene in the fic.
Valon trembled, falling to his knees as he could not restrain a choked sob from escaping his mouth. He bent over the crumpled, lifeless form of the unknown redhead who had annoyed him every time they had met over the past few weeks. He had been convinced that Valon was someone he knew, a friend whom he had said had gone missing several months back and had never been found. But Valon had rejected his claims as nonsense. He had not remembered any such person, especially one who ran around in a revealing, midriff tanktop. As far as he had known, he lived with a motorcycle gang, and had for most of his life, except for whatever portion had been lived in Australia. From his accent, he knew he had resided there for a while.
"Alister," he cried out, shaking the man as he attempted to rouse him from the eternal sleep---but to no avail. The boy's shoulders slumped and he allowed the tears to fall free from his eyes as he rested his elbow on the still body's shoulder and placed his hand on his own forehead. His friend was not going to wake up.
"How come I couldn't remember you before?" he whispered. "HOW COME?!"
Shaking, the brunette gently turned Alister over onto his back. The body was limp and completely motionless, blood trickling from a wound on his forehead. His skin was still warm, but growing cold, as the Australian discovered when he carefully lifted the form into his arms. Valon shut his eyes tightly, clutching the form as though he was afraid to let go.
"You just wanted me back," he said, his voice breaking. "You just wanted your chum back. . . . You wouldn't give up. . . . But I was stupid. . . . I wouldn't listen to you. . . . I rejected you. . . . And Raph. . . ." The guilt and anguish he felt upon remembering his friends, only to have one of them laying dead in his arms, was too much for him to bear.
Hearing a cruel laugh, he looked up to spot Rambo standing in front of him. Feeling a burst of both outrage and protectiveness, his grip on Alister's body did not loosen as he spoke. "Haven't you done enough?!" he screamed, hatred flashing in his blue eyes. "You killed my best friend . . . because you were tryin' to kill me and he wouldn't let you. . . . I hate you! I HATE you!" He had never liked Rambo, and the feeling had obviously been mutual, since the punk who was Rocky's right-hand man had been plotting to get rid of the new member whom Rambo felt had invaded their turf. My feelings were right all along. . . . I didn't belong here. . . . I DON'T belong here. But . . . it's too late to go home. . . .
Rambo smirked, his wild, sky-blue hair falling into his eyes. "Maybe you should've listened to your friend when he came around for you before," he answered. "He knew where you really belonged, punk, but you wouldn't believe him. You called him a 'freak' and a 'wacko,' if I'm remembering right." Obviously there would be no sympathy from him. Valon wondered why Rocky even kept him around, unless it was merely because he was useful and rough as a fighter. "If you'd gone with him, I wouldn't have tried to kill you and he wouldn't have fallen out the window."
"You're just askin' for it, aren't you," Valon retorted darkly. If he was pushed much further, he would attack---and Rambo knew that.
"Yeah---he is."
Abruptly Rambo gave a gasp of pain and crumpled to the ground. In shock, Valon looked up again and saw that Raphael was there, having rendered the murderer senseless. The blonde man looked down at Rambo coldly, then stepped over him and came to kneel beside Valon.
