Whateley Independent Fiction
Whateley Independent Fiction (WhatIF)
Author’s note: Sorry about the wait for this chapter; been busy with other things over the Christmas holiday. Also, ignore the ‘call to arms’ from the previous chapter: got my knuckles rapped by the mods about that. Sorry guys!!! Anyways, enjoy part 4/4 of WoW!!!
Whateley of Warcraft Part 4 of 4
By Crazy Minh
When I got back to my bedroom that evening for the clan meeting, I managed not to smile to hard when I found Biskit trying to hack my computer. He had his paw hovering above the keyboard, and a cluster of black wires branching down into the gaps between the keys. He didn’t see, or hear me come in, and I watched for a bit as he struggled to hack the complex encryption of my Laptop.
“Biskit…what are you doing???”
He jumped, inadvertently opening my email as he did, and quickly retracted the wires that were connecting him to my computer.
“I’m very sorry,” said the small robot, looking down in what I assumed to be his apologetic expression. Even though he was programmed with dog expressions to make it easier to understand what he was expressing, he obviously had done some recoding. I prayed to whatever gods may or may not exist in this dimension that I hadn’t inadvertently created Skynet or the beginnings of a Borg Collective. Robots reprogramming themselves is not usually a good thing in any circumstance.
Light's Promise (Part 3)
Chapter 8 - Memories
Once the stomach agreed to at least a temporary truce, I’d gone back to the hospital to sit with Danielle. Now that I knew her spirit wasn’t there all I could sense was the hollow absence. Her body lay in the bed, heart pumping and lungs moving, but it was empty like a still life painting where the fruit bowl’s contents had been cruelly ripped from the canvas. What was left was only a blank outline of where Danielle’s spirit should have been.
It was wrong. So very wrong.
Light's Promise (Part 2)
Chapter 4 - Price
“Jordan, perhaps you can elucidate to the class how the emergence of powered individuals has disturbed the foundation and premise of the law and structure of the United States?”
Rabbi Kirov was picking on me again. When I had picked up my schedule I’d discovered he had wedged his own class onto the list: The Ethics of Super-powered Beings. Now we were at the end of the second week and he already had established to everyone that I was some sort of teacher’s pet. He kept selecting me non-stop to answer questions or to reiterate the passages in the assigned reading texts. It had gotten out of hand, and I was so going to yell at him at our private magic practice session come Monday.
Light's Promise (Part 1)
Chapter 1 - Brotherhood
A cool breeze hinted at Autumn’s approach being only weeks away, although the direct sun had yet to relinquish its warm grip on Summer. The campus had been busy with the rush of vans and cars signaling the arrival of students both new and returning in a frenetic dance of luggage, computers, personal accessories, and even a few fancy stereo systems. By now almost all had moved into their respective cottages and gone through the required orientations for the upcoming school year. I say ‘almost’ because we were missing one very important student.
My niece, Danielle, had yet to arrive.
They stared at themself in the mirror, turning their head this way and that, looking at their body critically. Still smooth. Still undefined. Muscular, but that was a side effect of their hobbies and not the invasion of adulthood. Face still soft, hair a little longer than they liked on some days but androgynous. They swallowed as their imagination overlaid gender, driving them into a box, making this simple ease of just being impossible. For the last two years, since they’d turned nine, since the community center Sex Ed classes, they’d been growing increasingly anxious. Someday, someday soon, their body was going to start changing, and there was nothing they could do about it.
Shivering, they turned away and swiftly pulled on shorts and a sport shirt, foregoing the ugly little bra that Mom made them wear by the simple logic that under a tight sport shirt, and given that they were still flat as a board, it would go unnoticed. They slipped into their climbing shoes, threw a towel, water bottle, and their gear into their backpack, and ran down stairs.
“Bella, are you-” Mom yelled out just as they came into the living room. “There you are. Ready to go, sweetie?”
Whateley of Warcraft Part 3 of 4
By Crazy Minh
N“Crap, I’m so sorry guys!!! I’m totally late!!!”
My friends looked up and smiled as I sat down with my dinner. I quickly dug in as Alex looked at me expectantly. Ivy nudged him hard in the ribs. As he exclaimed in pain, I looked up and grinned.
“Thanks for the game by the way. It’s GREAT!!”
Alex stopped grimacing in mock pain, and started grinning too.
“So how was it??? What Archetype did you choose??”
I pretended to ponder this as Alex got more and more impatient. Finally, I answered.
“Oh, I saved the evil faction capital, started a guild and won a bar. My archetype was one called a Gunslinger.”
Whateley of Warcraft Part 2 of 4
By Crazy Minh
Whateley Academy Range 2. Monday 8th January 2007. 9:25 AM. Light Weapons Training Course.
BLAM!!! BLAM!!!! BLAM!!!
The students gathered around the range winced under the bulky ear protection they uniformly wore as my ‘Last Word’ hand cannon sent three quick shots ringing out into the human-shaped target about 500 meters downrange. The first two shots punched 6” holes through the left and right of the target’s upper torso. The final shot went straight through the space between the eyes. Sargent ‘Gunny’ Bardue whistled appreciatively as he inspected the target that now had three large holes torn clean through in the critically important areas of the body: the heart, lungs and brain.
“Well kid, If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re a military professional!!!” joked the man. “That was quite good for a 16 year old.”
Whateley of Warcraft Part 1 of 4
By Crazy Minh
“Hey, you’re that kid who fought the Power Ranger guy, right?”
I looked up from my breakfast to see a literal anime character standing in front of me. I calmly swallowed my mouthful of bacon, and responded.
“And you’re the girl who looks like Ryoko, right?”
She looked slightly offed by my statement, so I quickly continued. As I did, I stood up and extended a hand.
“Hey, it’s not as if that’s a problem. I’ve actually met the real Ryoko once. Well, by meet…I meant she tried to kill me when I attempted to ask for a autograph. Guess it wasn’t really the right time, with a army of space police fighting her. Probably should of waited till after the fight…”
She looked slightly perplexed, and also kinda awed. I decided to introduce myself properly.
“Anyway,” I said, grinning. “My name’s Jayden. Jayden Reynolds. I believe you’re called….Billie, wasn’t it?”
She grimaced. “I prefer Tennyo, but yeah, my name is Billie. Nice to meet you Jayden. Anyway, I just wanted to thank you for showing that motorbike-obsessed douchebag that being a Weeaboo doesn’t entitle you to bug others about bringing you and your other anime-obsessed friends to another dimension.”
“Wait, they tried that with you???” I asked, before remembering what the Ryoko from Tenchi Muoyo had as a companion and starship. “Oh…you mean, they asked you to fly them to another dimension because they assumed you were the Actual Ryoko, and that you were hiding here for some reason. I can see the problem they have with reality. Still, better than some fans.”
She laughed. “Yeah, I guess. Anyhow, I’ll see you round…Crossover.”
Crossover the Line
By Crazy Minh
“So, what classes are you doing Buddy?”
I sighed for the umpteenth time at Alex’s and stared across the cafeteria. Today I had picked my subjects for my first term at Whateley Academy. A school which was the literal three-way love-child of Hogwarts, Xavier Academy and the forces of chaos. I had privileged to have seen pretty much the most awesome things the universe has to offer. Nebulae, the birth and death of stars, the beginnings of life. I had seen things like planet-wide conflicts, starships duelling among the stars (including literal attack ships on fire off the literal shoulder of Orion). I’ve met Han Solo, Captain James T. Kirk, Tony Stark. Hell, I even went and completed my high school education (Mainly so I didn’t fall behind if and when I returned home). But none of that could of prepared me for werewolves, anime characters, literal invisible people, flying girls who could charm the One Ring off Golum (As well as one student who was the spitting image of that exact same demented freak I had met while trekking through Mordor while trying to get Bilbo Baggins’s autograph), and (quite impossibly) a literal flaming skeleton (who I accidentally insulted by muttering ‘Hey Ghost Rider!!! Marvel called, they want a cease-and-desist’) working on a motorbike in the workshops. So yeah, I had pretty much not expected this much diversity at a school for mutants. Probably should of seen it coming in hindsight…
Dance of the Suzie Q Fairy
Buffalo, New York
December 11th, 1976
“I like the way you walk,” said Candice with a grin as she held the door to the music store for her friend.
“Thanks!” said Susan Queen. “But you could do it too, you know. Just put one foot in front of the other, and soon you'll be walking out the door!”
Abridged Worlds Part 2 of 2
By Crazy Mihn
Whateley Academy; Saturday 6th January 2007
I walked up to the 8 story building that would be my home for my time at Whateley. Melville appeared to be more modern than the smaller dorms I had passed on the way here. It was a glass and steel construction, with a lobby area on the ground floor. I walked inside, and noticed that the building had a concierge.
“Hi, can I help you?” asked the woman behind the desk. She was of oriental descent, and had a nametag reading ‘Mrs Deng - Melville Concierge’. Her desk was immaculate, except for a small pile of envelopes and packages stacked behind her desk.
Metro 1: Chewing Through The Straps (Part 4)
Part 4 (of 4)— Have you ever wondered if the monsters have their own map that reads "Here be Humans"? Does the map you have and the road you're on take you Here, or does it leave you There?
Somewhere along the way, a couple of wayward boys find their way home.
Abridged Worlds Part 1 of 2
By Crazy Minh
I sat up and groaned as I tried to blink through the fuzzy spots in my vision. I looked around at the field of grass, a tall wire fence visible nearby. It was night, and the chilly air suggested that the season was winter. These details informed me that I was definitely NOT where I was meant to be. I was pretty sure that the founding ceremony of the United Federation of Planets was not in a empty field with a wire fence. I stood up, and got a better view of the area. The field was not as large as I had initially thought. It was more like a garden, with Japanese rock pools and a large artificial lake. A couple of meters away, a road snaked it’s way up to a large, gothic building with very modern renovations added to the Victorian frame. Over the doorway, a stone sign read ‘Arkam Asylum’. I nearly laughed, until I remembered reading the batman comics I had picked up earlier from a 22nd century comic vendor. I began to back up, as I realised a alarm was blaring inside. I realised with a sinking feeling that I was probably the cause. A split second later, a group of armed men in combat gear surrounded me, aiming automatic weapons at me from all sides. My hand reached towards my holstered revolver, but I refrained from drawing the weapon.
“Hands in the air!!!”
I raised my hands, and the men disarmed me, and cuffed my hands behind my back. Although I probably could of escaped the bonds (having learned escape skills from a alternate version of Harry Houdini), I choose to simply be led along. This could turn out to be fun!
Metro 1: Chewing Through The Straps (Part 3)
Part 3 (of 4)— Sometimes, the past has this way of creeping up on you. Sometimes we plan for it. Sometimes we can't. Sometimes, it's best to just cut and run.
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