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Chapter 2
Tick Tick Tick
‘Sigh’ It had been three hours since they left for Station Square, and nothing exciting had happened. Wave was on her e-mail Storm was playing Skate it with Bean, Nack and Bark were looking through the fridge. Out of boredom Jet flipped open his phone only to be let down as the screen said no messages. Jet closed his phone and slowly stood up, he then proceeded to walk out of his room and into the long hallway before him. As he continued down the hall he counted the rooms…10,11,12 there were 12 all together. As he neared the end of the hallway he noticed something peculiar, there were twelve rooms but the only Babylon Rouges were Wave Storm and himself. So they never had a reason to go into any of the other rooms besides the kitchen living and control rooms. Then it hit him he had been living in the airship for over 10 years now and had never gone in the other rooms, he walked up to the nearest room and slowly turned the handle. He then heard a satisfying click he then gently pushed open the door just enough so that he could peek through the now present crack. He could just barely make out a bed and nightstand. Jet gently pushed the door open and saw that it was a large room with two chairs a closet and fan as well as what he could see through the crack. Jet cautiously stepped into the room as if there were a trap, the green avian looked down at the carpet and took note of it’s color, red. The Babylonian color of royalty he also noticed the walls were a beautiful cream color and had very impressive crown molding around the ceiling. But before this could sink in his mind was racing who had lived here? They were obviously important but more importantly why did he seem to remember this room? Jet then made his way to the closet door and turned the knob only to be met with disappointment as it only turned half way. Locked Jet said with a frown he spun around and was leaving as something caught his eye there on the nightstand sat a bronze key he picked up the key and placed inside of the door knob and then turned it and was met with a familiar click he removed the key and turned the knob and began to pull…
”Jet!!!” it was Wave
“What!?” the avian responded
“Were here”
“Sigh coming I guess I’ll have to wait until later” he sat the key back on the stand and slowly exited.
Jet hurriedly ran to the docking bay where everyone else was standing.
“This is it! Welcome to our home Station Square!”
Jet looked at Bean who had just spoke and then back to the sight before him a huge city engulfed in a beautiful sunset.
Yeah Bean this is it
Tick Tick Tick
‘Sigh’ It had been three hours since they left for Station Square, and nothing exciting had happened. Wave was on her e-mail Storm was playing Skate it with Bean, Nack and Bark were looking through the fridge. Out of boredom Jet flipped open his phone only to be let down as the screen said no messages. Jet closed his phone and slowly stood up, he then proceeded to walk out of his room and into the long hallway before him. As he continued down the hall he counted the rooms…10,11,12 there were 12 all together. As he neared the end of the hallway he noticed something peculiar, there were twelve rooms but the only Babylon Rouges were Wave Storm and himself. So they never had a reason to go into any of the other rooms besides the kitchen living and control rooms. Then it hit him he had been living in the airship for over 10 years now and had never gone in the other rooms, he walked up to the nearest room and slowly turned the handle. He then heard a satisfying click he then gently pushed open the door just enough so that he could peek through the now present crack. He could just barely make out a bed and nightstand. Jet gently pushed the door open and saw that it was a large room with two chairs a closet and fan as well as what he could see through the crack. Jet cautiously stepped into the room as if there were a trap, the green avian looked down at the carpet and took note of it’s color, red. The Babylonian color of royalty he also noticed the walls were a beautiful cream color and had very impressive crown molding around the ceiling. But before this could sink in his mind was racing who had lived here? They were obviously important but more importantly why did he seem to remember this room? Jet then made his way to the closet door and turned the knob only to be met with disappointment as it only turned half way. Locked Jet said with a frown he spun around and was leaving as something caught his eye there on the nightstand sat a bronze key he picked up the key and placed inside of the door knob and then turned it and was met with a familiar click he removed the key and turned the knob and began to pull…
”Jet!!!” it was Wave
“What!?” the avian responded
“Were here”
“Sigh coming I guess I’ll have to wait until later” he sat the key back on the stand and slowly exited.
Jet hurriedly ran to the docking bay where everyone else was standing.
“This is it! Welcome to our home Station Square!”
Jet looked at Bean who had just spoke and then back to the sight before him a huge city engulfed in a beautiful sunset.
Yeah Bean this is it
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I am
I found my heart on a spear
Completely paralyzed by fear
Afraid to let anyone near
Pushing out all who were dear
I've placed it all in the past
No longer to do what is asked
The burdens that held me fast
I am freed from at last
I always knew how
I finally made that vow
I am stronger now
No more my back to bow
Those who seek a fight
Better be in the right
Or I'll burn you with my light
Best stay out of my sight
I am closing every door
Removing broken pieces on the floor
Resetting things in my core
Understanding forgotten lore
When next we meet
You will feel the heat
Feel free to take a seat
Your heart will skip a beat
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The Letter
My Love,
I don't have much time, so I'll make this brief.. The walls are closing in and the hunters are nearly here. The more I think about it the more I realize that I always knew this would be goodbye.
Whenever I thought I'd finally found a safe haven something would get in the way. Please don't let the little things get to you. It's always the little things that tear you apart after all. When we look in the mirror the faces never seem to match anymore. We see ourselves but the lives that we've seen before start to meld into a different pattern and we no longer find ourselves staring back. Funny how that is..
Whenever I tho
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Lost Love story
No one loves me, it's ok
I think about it everyday
Looking in the mirror, I see
A figment of what I want to be
Nothing truly there
No need to really care
Deep inside I fight the war
Of the heart that you tore
Battered and broken down
Look at my tattered gown
When the stars begin to die
That's when I'll finally cry
But only when there's nothing here
Will I answer you, my dear
For the words have died inside
Behind the mask, I'll always hide
As I change to prove myself
Find my place, my own wealth
I'll not look back to then
That story must reach it's end
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god story so far, though I'm a little unsure about the whole JetxWave thing. just doesn't seem to click. but, good job! i'll have to read the rest. Go babylon rouges!