Post by Sheepdogg Plankton on Jan 14, 2004 8:27:03 GMT -5
Okay, this really has a real life story behind. It. As i write to you, now, i am in a hospital, badly hit by a car and having both of my legs broken, cuts all over my head, a few ribs shattered, one of my arms broken, and basically I got mauled really good. I am sitting here in a hospital bed, nice and comfy and unable to move, and i looked back on my life, so i decided i'd write a story like that.
LEMONY’S BROTHER NAMED K
BY
SHEEPDOGG PLANKTON
Chapter One.
‘I’m getting to old for this.’ Those were the words of K. Sure, he was 61, and was on the run from yet more VFDers on O’s side, his faithful companion and granddaughter right in front of him. In all respects, dear reader, K was certainly getting too old for this.
The Old Man then heard a noise ring out from behind him. They had guns. He hated guns, the sound, the look, and the horror that they caused. K, was the name of this Old Man, and he had to make it to the Jeep, he had to be able to save the orphans.
Little did he know that his time was almost up.
The Old Man’s steps pounded, barely able to take the beating they took from running. The Old Man had decided though, he could not leave until VFD’s future was in safe hands.
It was going to be too late. His time was now up.
The Old Man turned to see how far they were getting in their attempted escape. That’s when it all happened, in the blink of an eye, in a flash in the pan. Sometimes when writing this I wonder why it had to happen this way, but that’s when I realize that what happened happened, and couldn’t have happened any other way then the way it happened.
Because the enemy was gone in the blink of an eye, the shooting stopped, and The Old Man was convinced he had made it. Then he looked down, and saw his shirt was all red. He’d been hit. Badly. Four or Five shells from an automatic shotgun.
He Knew it was the End.
And, because of this, he let one tear drop. Only One.
He realized that his death secured O’s victory. All he had to do was lay down and die, there was no other hope, and he was practically painting the parking lot with blood. He closed his eyes. He had always wanted to be comfortable when he died, and now he had gotten his wish. From the meeting when he was Fourteen when O, amazingly just four years above K, struck, to now. The Orphans were doomed, to a horrible fate. VFD was good as done. There was no hope heclosed his eyes, and cleared his mind. Time to die, all comfortable to pass into the next big adventure.
Then, something happened The Old Man did not expect.
‘Grandpa...’
It was Jessica, his Granddaughter, also an orphan herself.
‘Jessica, my time here is over.’ The Old Man spoke, and felt his voice leaving him, something that he had never felt before.
‘Gandpa, you’re time may be over, but you had to tell me how to save the orphans. We’re going to get you to a hospital, you’re not going to die.’ She said.
The Old Man smiled. Typical Jessica, very ingenuic, in all respects. But all her ingenuity in the world wouldn’t save him now.
But then it hit him. She was right. She could not save him, but she could save the Orphans, and VFD. He stared up at his granddaughter, VFD’s last hope.
‘Jessica, this may be a long story, but you must listen. Nothing can save me now, and I’m prepared to accept that. I can’t leave this world knowing that VFD is in the hands of O. This is why you must listen, for then you will be able to save the orphans from what I tell you.
‘Yes, Grandpa.’ Jessica piped up.
Then, the old man got comfortable again, and he drifted back to the dead of night, when he was first taken by VFD...
LEMONY’S BROTHER NAMED K
BY
SHEEPDOGG PLANKTON
Chapter One.
‘I’m getting to old for this.’ Those were the words of K. Sure, he was 61, and was on the run from yet more VFDers on O’s side, his faithful companion and granddaughter right in front of him. In all respects, dear reader, K was certainly getting too old for this.
The Old Man then heard a noise ring out from behind him. They had guns. He hated guns, the sound, the look, and the horror that they caused. K, was the name of this Old Man, and he had to make it to the Jeep, he had to be able to save the orphans.
Little did he know that his time was almost up.
The Old Man’s steps pounded, barely able to take the beating they took from running. The Old Man had decided though, he could not leave until VFD’s future was in safe hands.
It was going to be too late. His time was now up.
The Old Man turned to see how far they were getting in their attempted escape. That’s when it all happened, in the blink of an eye, in a flash in the pan. Sometimes when writing this I wonder why it had to happen this way, but that’s when I realize that what happened happened, and couldn’t have happened any other way then the way it happened.
Because the enemy was gone in the blink of an eye, the shooting stopped, and The Old Man was convinced he had made it. Then he looked down, and saw his shirt was all red. He’d been hit. Badly. Four or Five shells from an automatic shotgun.
He Knew it was the End.
And, because of this, he let one tear drop. Only One.
He realized that his death secured O’s victory. All he had to do was lay down and die, there was no other hope, and he was practically painting the parking lot with blood. He closed his eyes. He had always wanted to be comfortable when he died, and now he had gotten his wish. From the meeting when he was Fourteen when O, amazingly just four years above K, struck, to now. The Orphans were doomed, to a horrible fate. VFD was good as done. There was no hope heclosed his eyes, and cleared his mind. Time to die, all comfortable to pass into the next big adventure.
Then, something happened The Old Man did not expect.
‘Grandpa...’
It was Jessica, his Granddaughter, also an orphan herself.
‘Jessica, my time here is over.’ The Old Man spoke, and felt his voice leaving him, something that he had never felt before.
‘Gandpa, you’re time may be over, but you had to tell me how to save the orphans. We’re going to get you to a hospital, you’re not going to die.’ She said.
The Old Man smiled. Typical Jessica, very ingenuic, in all respects. But all her ingenuity in the world wouldn’t save him now.
But then it hit him. She was right. She could not save him, but she could save the Orphans, and VFD. He stared up at his granddaughter, VFD’s last hope.
‘Jessica, this may be a long story, but you must listen. Nothing can save me now, and I’m prepared to accept that. I can’t leave this world knowing that VFD is in the hands of O. This is why you must listen, for then you will be able to save the orphans from what I tell you.
‘Yes, Grandpa.’ Jessica piped up.
Then, the old man got comfortable again, and he drifted back to the dead of night, when he was first taken by VFD...