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Post by T!mxthy on Jul 24, 2006 19:26:18 GMT -5
Lizzie could you PLEEEEASE give me like an hour to finish my second chapter??? Its realy good and i realy wanna use it.
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Post by T!mxthy on Jul 24, 2006 19:39:58 GMT -5
Two
Escape
When Thomas awoke, he and Feralds were in a large metal cage. As he looked around he saw he seemed to be inside a sort of warehouse. The walls were bare, the floor was cold stone.
He had to escape.
Mr. Smith was in the room as well, sitting at a little table a couple yards from the cage. He was reading the newspaper and not seeming to interested in the fact that Thomas was awake.
Thomas gazed at the man with a look of pure hatred but Mr. Smith merely reacted with indifference; the boy was caged and could do no harm. Or so he thought.
Thomas knew that if he were to escape he would have to have an advantage. Fortunately, he had two such advantages, both of which he would have to keep secret from Mr. Smith if he were to succeed.
“I’ll be back in a little while,” said Mr. Smith, getting up from his chair, “I think I’ll leave the keys to your cage here on the table; I know for a fact that you have absolutely no way of reaching them.”
Thomas adopted a look of surprise. “What if Feralds changes shape and slips through the bars?”
Mr. Smith just laughed. “Thomas you know as well as I that your daemon never was and never will be able to change forms. Furthermore, even if she could, the table is to far for her to go away from you.” he walked cheerily out of the room, closing the door behind him.
“Okay ‘Ralds, he’s gone.” Feralds slipped silently out of his pocket, along the cold stone floor, and up to the bars of the cage. Then she did something she had never done before, she changed shapes.
Feralds had always been able to change shape, but she had always knows what form she would be once Thomas reached puberty, so she stayed in the form of the grey fox. Even then, after puberty, she had still somehow retained that ability.
She chose the form of a small grey mouse and scampered towards the table. Thomas felt as if someone was tugging at his heart. The further away from him she went, the worse he felt. But unlike normal people, Thomas had inherited from his parents (although he didn’t know this at the time) the ability to be separated from his daemon without their mind link being severed.
Feralds reached the table. She changed into a crow and flapped up to where the keys were. She was just reaching for them when the door to the room opened and Mr. Smith entered.
He looked in shock from the daemon to her master, but he quickly recovered and ran towards the table. Feralds, meanwhile, had taken flight with the keys. She was almost to the cage when the man’s raven daemon crashed into her.
The keys slid across the floor and came to a stop just out of Thomas’ reach. Feralds was fighting fiercely with the raven daemon, attacking with claws, talons, and teeth. She was changing shape so fast she was just a blur.
Fox. Crow. Serpent. Bobcat. Falcon…Suddenly she stopped.
Mr. Smith was pointing a revolver at her.
There was a long moment where nothing happened, then there was a flash of grey and the two daemons were fighting again, but now there were two ravens instead of one.
Mr. Smith pointed his gun from one to another, unable to figure out which one was the fake, so convincing was Feralds’ disguise. Then he turned and pointed the revolver at Thomas.
One of the ravens froze and turned back into a small grey fox, the other quickly pinned her to the ground.
“As amusing as this has been,” said Mr. Smith, “I’m afraid it’s time to end this.
Feralds struggled but could do nothing in the steel grip of the raven. She watched in horror as Mr. Smith put his finger to the trigger, but before he could fire, there came a loud thud and Mr. Smith slumped to the ground, unconscious.
There, in the doorway, stood the slim figure of Mrs. Parry.
“Let’s go home, Thomas.”
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Post by Made2LuvU on Jul 24, 2006 20:39:47 GMT -5
Hey, great job!!!
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Post by T!mxthy on Jul 24, 2006 20:47:03 GMT -5
thanx I typed the last part realy fast.
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Post by arieona on Jul 24, 2006 21:03:26 GMT -5
When do we vote?
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Post by Made2LuvU on Jul 24, 2006 21:16:56 GMT -5
anytime you want, the poll's open!
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Post by arieona on Jul 24, 2006 21:22:07 GMT -5
Oh, well aren't I observent?
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Post by arieona on Jul 24, 2006 21:22:42 GMT -5
I have to go now, but I can't find it.
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Post by Made2LuvU on Jul 24, 2006 21:26:05 GMT -5
k--under book fanfiction, but i'll announce it on all the treads
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Post by teryyuu on Sept 4, 2009 19:50:30 GMT -5
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