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Chaseroo Rendezvous- Chapter 5
Chapter 5: Camille
After learning about the schools rules by the Lord D, we got our room assignments. After searching through the school, I made my way to the dormitory. It was a violet color. Not my choice for a boys dormitory. As I walked through the hall, I couldnt find my room. Just then, a girl walked out of one of the rooms. She had tan skin, dark brown hair, and bright green eyes. But something was quite so normal about the girl. She had cat-like ears poking out of her hair and her hair: it was tied into a ponytail, but it was like it was alive, it was moving like a cats tail.
What are you doing here? she hissed. This is the girls dormitory, and either youre a girl, and Im a guy.
Uh, sorry, I said, taking a step back. I just cant find my room. The girl rolled her eyes and looked at the sheet of paper, containing my room information.
Follow me, she said. They wa
Chaseroo Rendezvous- Chapter 4
Chapter 4: Lord and Lady
What now, robots? Yes! I shouted. Suddenly, the floor started to move. It started to levitate. It stopped when it arrived in a room with about thirty other kids about my age. As I got into the crowd of kids, I noticed that some were not ordinary kids. One girl had tentacles where her arms were supposed to be. A boy next to her had the face of a snake, white and clammy. I gasped at the sight. Just then, a man and a woman, both wearing purple and gold robes entered the room on a levitating pedestal.
Attention students, said the man in a cold, harsh voice. His skin was a pale white and his eyes were the color of steel. The room silenced.
Hello students, my name is Lady Pacific, said the woman. He voice was warmer, with her rosy cheeks and sea blue eyes. I would like to be the first to welcome you to Guardians Orbit, the School of the Stars! The students applauded. At this school, each of you wi
Chaseroo Rendezvous- Chapter 3
Chapter 3: Testing
When I woke up, I wasnt in the elevator anymore. I could only make out a dark room with a tiny light bulb hanging from the ceiling. I stood up, and I pulled the light switch. When the room was lit, four medium-sized, metal robots surrounded me. They looked vicious, so I unraveled by belt. My dad told me that I would be learning combat, but just to be safe, he showed me how to use a whip.
Take this! I shouted, swinging the belt at two of the robots. One robot was hit and crumbled to pieces. The other robot dodged it and threw itself at me. I swung my belt like a flail and it spun the robot in the other direction, into the third robot. They both exploded in the collision. The last robot was bigger than the other three, and didnt look like swinging at it would work. So I ran around the robot with great speed, with the belt trailing, I stopped quickly, and the belt wrapped around the robots neck. I pulled on it and it exploded.
Chaseroo Rendezvous- Chapter 2
Chapter 2: Elevator
He waved goodbye from our little house. It was just my dad and my little sister, Scarlet. Mom was at work. At the second the clocks strike seven, the full moon turned a mellow orange. A column of light came down from the moon, and then light turned into an elevator. I turned around, and saw that everything around me had frozen, as if time had stopped. My dads hand was in midair. The trees that were being pushed by the breeze stopped in a curved shape.
I guess theres no turning back now, I nervously said, approaching the elevator. It looked like any other elevator. I walked inside the square room and turned around, there was only one button, Up. I pushed it and the doors closed. I felt the elevator lift off the ground and into the sky. I looked out the window to see our house getting smaller and smaller.
Im not that scared of heights, but I think this thing is testing me, About three minutes later, I started to choke, as I co
Chaseroo Rendezvous- Chapter 1
Chapter 1: History of a Star Lady
I took of my shoes to feel the dirt under my feet, as I wouldnt be able to do so until the next lunar eclipse.
Hi, my name is Chaseroo Rendezvous, and Im fourteen years old. You might be asking yourself, where is he going? Why is he leaving? Ill tell you why, because I have a special gift.
My father told me about six months ago about my grandmother, a Star Lady. What is a Star Lady? A Star Lady is a spirit trapped in an orbit of a specific planet that supervises what comes in and out of our barrier, such as a comet trying to get in, or a spaceship trying to escape.
Anyway, he told me about how the Star Lady, my grandmother, died. She was orbiting the earth one day when a comet crashed into the planet, and caused the Dinosaurs to go extinct. Her job as the Star Lady was to protect the planet, which she failed. In her law as a Star Lady, the only taboo was her light would go out if the planet was hurt: Her light when out the
Inspector Wolf The old lady was dead. I could smell it before I even got into the house. The whole place reeked of adrenaline, sweat, fear, copper and steel. He’d dropped her right in her living room. Chopped and chopped until she stopped moving. But I could tell I was getting close. This had been done in a hurry, and the killer didn’t have the time to clean up after himself like he usually did.
Across the room, the phone rang. The shrill sound set my teeth to grinding, but I ignored it. Instead I followed the killer’s bloody footprints into the back bedroom. He’d climbed out the window. If I hurried, I could catch up to him and end this disgusting spree he was on.
Then the answering machine kicked in. “Hi, Gramma! It’s Red. Sorry I’m running late. I kind of lost track of time. But don’t worry. I packed the picnic and I’m heading out the door right now. Love you.”
She’d been expec
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
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