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Metro 2: Running With A Devil (Part Three)

by null0trooper

Training teams. Is that spelled with one aneurysm or two?

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Metro 2: Running With A Devil (Part Two)

by null0trooper

Ain't no need to go looking for trouble, when trouble already knows your name, your family's name, and if you had a dog, it'd know that one's name too.

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Running With A Devil (Part One)

by null0trooper

"How much trouble are you trying to get us in this time?"

"How much trouble you got?"

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Meetings By Pale Moonlight

by null0trooper

Not everyone looks their part. Some don't even look for their part; it just comes for them.

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If I Had A Hammer (Part Two)

by null0trooper

Now that everyone's been introduced around and settled in, Abbie Elliott can get down to work. Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't the fire meant to stay inside the forge?

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If I Had A Hammer (Part One)

by null0trooper

Let's have a warm Whateley Welcome for a nice young lady recently arrived from Kentucky. She's sure to meet interesting people while she's here! We've got the latest in classroom technologies, books, computer systems: welcome to the 21st Century.

Where is she going with that anvil?

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What's the Matter With You

Part 2

by Camospam, editing by Wendy K,
The third story in the ‘It Matters’ series featuring the adventures of Outlook.

 

 Berlin NH: January 1, 2008

 “I surrender!” announced Cameron as he spread his feet apart and leaned forward resting both hands on the counter.

 The State Police Officer rushed around the counter, and began to pat him down, checking for concealed weapons. Cameron was read his rights while being handcuffed, then taken into the cell block. It housed some hungover revellers that celebrated a little too vigorously last night.

 Cameron was handled roughly, since one of the charges against him was assault on a security officer he was viewed as one of the lowest of the low. He was placed into a cell with a big man wearing leathers and had little skin left not sporting tattoos. The arresting officer left the handcuffs on the boy and smirked while locking the cage door.

 The small cell had only a single bed, and it was also the only seat. The large man stood to display just how big he was.

 “You can stay sitting, I don’t need to rest just yet,” suggested Cameron.

 The man grunted a non verbal cue that he didn’t find the kid funny.

 “I am a little hungry thou, when is lunch? I’m Cameron by the way, I’d offer to shake your hand, but it would be rather awkward.”

 “Fresh meat!” was grumbled as the overweight man stepped closer. His tight t-shirt barely retaining his belly.

 “Okay Mr. Meat, if we’re going to be roomies, let’s get some ground rules established.”

 “You’re breathing my air!”

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What's the Matter With You

Part 1

by Camospam, editing by Wendy K,

 

The third story in the ‘It Matters’ series featuring the adventures of Outlook.

 

 December 19, 2007: Whateley Academy

 Virgil Cooper cranked the steering wheel to bring his garbage truck off the main road and onto the gravel driveway leading up to Whateley Academy. The snow had delayed him since the roads were a mess, and he’d lost time helping push a stuck car out of the ditch.

 He looked at the imposing entrance gates and swore that each and every time he passed by those freaky gargoyles …  their eyes followed the trucks passage - and then their noses twitched when the smell wafted past them.

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Judge, Jury, Executioner

by null0trooper

To fledgling Heroes learning their trade, the Twelve Jurors are an example of why one should think twice about hot pursuit when the other side holds a grudge. Bad Guys have bad hair days; who knew? Case closed. No one ever asks about the rest of the story.

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Chronicles of Fred, Part 2

The Freddening

by Kettlekorn

Chapter 1: Drick Drolled

September 20th, 1990

“Soon, we’ll be invincible!” Fred and his partner Tim pronounce simultaneously while the devise they’re monitoring hums to life. Betty and Wilma happen to be walking past the lab at the same time, and they pause to roll their eyes at their coworkers.

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It's a Matter of Death and Life

Part 4

by Camospam, editing by Wendy K,

 

 Whateley Academy, Kirby Hall: Monday Oct 15, 2007

 Louis Geintz had just wrapped up his famous Psychic ethics discourse, It’s a topic every student in his class would at some point need to face, and likely agonize over, because undoubtedly they’ll each need to decide whether to ‘cross the line’ or not.

 A psychic has an especially challenging approach when using their powers. While an exemplar might have limitations to their strength, if they exercise their ability; say by starting out lifting a Volkswagen - however, by pushing themselves they could build up to hefting a bus. Conversely, a psychic needs to practice not pushing the limits, to not explore what’s possible. Instead, it’s all about finesse and discretion.

 A truly skilled psychic is one that does no damage - to not leave footprints saying they'd been there, depending - of course, upon the decision of having ethics: to be good or bad.

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Chronicles of Fred, Part 1

Meet the Fredsons

by Kettlekorn

Chapter 1: Emergence

October 18th, 2007

It’s a Thursday evening like any other in the small town of Vinita, Oklahoma. Fred is standing in line at the Walmart buying milk so he can cook some off-brand mac ‘n cheese for his two kids. Used to be Wilma would cook, and boy did she cook, but she’s been dead for more than eight years now. The kids aren’t suffering from malnutrition yet, so Fred figures he’s doing something right.

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It's a Matter of Death and Life

Part 3

by Camospam, editing by Wendy K,

 

 Cameron opened his eyes and took in the early morning light, the suns first rays streamed through tall windows basking the room in brilliant colours. Outside the windows stood trees whose trunks framed a rugged mountain with snow dappled slopes leading to a sharp peak. Still with his head resting on the pillow he saw a white dress haphazardly strewn across a chair while another chair had a red uniform neatly folded upon it. A lithe arm was draped over his ribs with its hand intertwined with his own, the ring on the dainty finger caught the sunbeams the reflected light twinkled like stars on the ceiling.

 He felt himself being pulled into a gentle squeeze and the delightful press of lips on his neck: “Good morning love” was whispered into his ear like a caress.

“Good morning Mrs. Burke” he whispered in response while pressing the intertwined hands against his heart.

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It's a Matter of Death and Life

Part 2

by Camospam

 

Tuesday, September 25, 2007. Whateley Academy: Schuster Hall

 Elizabeth Carson’s face almost touched the muzzle opposing her, she felt the hot breath being exhaled in bursts as it washed over her nose, her vision was blocked by the nearness of the snout prominent on a wide furred face; the blackest black nose indented by flared nostrils met bristle ends of short fur running up the bears face. The beasts eyes where big and menacing, Mrs. Carson was checking those dark pits in hopes of seeing something of the girl: Elaine. Some indicator of the intelligence, compassion, any hint of the humanity that the teacher had come to love about the student. She found nothing; and that thought scared her most.

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It's a Matter of Death and Life

Part 1

by Camospam
Sequel to "A Matter of Fact"

 

Friday: September 24, 2007; Whateley Academy: The Quad

 A rising sun is normally an indicator of mornings arrival, unless you’re talking about teenagers; who honestly are completely oblivious. In fact most parents believe that an alarm clock needs to have the most obnoxious noise imaginable set at maximum volume to even begin to be effective at wakening a sleeping teen, that or any Brass Monkey tune will suffice.

 However, the insistent tapping of a truncheon against Cameron’s foot did manage to get the boy’s attention, the act of raising his eyebrows dragged open a single eyelid which revealed a uniformed man standing above him.