No Arms to Catch Me (revised)
(LBC) When I first started writing this, it was my very first story. My writing style has changed since then, (and I hope for the better). I’ve learned some new things about how to write and about how not to care if you don’t agree with my opinions. So any and all flames will be ignored and constructive criticism will be appreciated. Took out the journal entries….. I regret them thoroughly.
Disclaimer: I do not own Jackie Chan Adventures. Any Characters, side characters and stories are the workings of fiction and imagination.
Warnings. This is a slash pairing. As in Male/Male relationship. If you don’t like it, leave.
“Talking”
‘Thinking to one self’
/conversation with another mentally/
Chapter One
“Wait!” Valmont whined in a most undignified manor, “You can’t just leave me here! I demand you release me, a-at once!!”
But they were already gone. A wisp of dark Chi smoke was all that was left of the men that were just standing there before. His mind had no time to process what had just happened before a passing car splashed dirty water in his face.
A couple of humiliating hours and some bribed road workers later, Valmont had arrived back at the hideout trying to figure out what had just happened. Many questions rambled through his aching head, but no answers for any of them.
“Who was that old man?” he asked out loud. ‘What has he done to them. And why orange?’ All these questions blurred together until he was in need of an aspirin.
Upstairs in the office, in the little drawer at the top was a little bottle of aspirin. There was no water so he popped it in his mouth and swallowed.
He headed back downstairs to the couch. The TV was still there amazingly, but all you could watch was static. He had no apartment anymore, and no money for a motel. Valmont sighed and flicked the TV on anyway. The white noise would calm him, and the shallow light would be better then complete dark.
/aspellbook/
“What?” Valmont sat bolt upright. “Aspellbook…. a spell book. Right.” He calmed and lay back down and kicked his shoes off. “I’ll get a book and, get my Henchmen back.”
/thechans/
“Mmmm. The Chan’s have spell books.” He mumbled, and curled into himself, asleep.
-2-
That next morning, Valmont woke with only a slight headache, not quite remembering what had happened the night before. He stretched in his bed…. No. The couch. Right. He threw the cover off himself and stood. The cover was a dark ruby red and soft.
“Where did? Must have been on the back of the couch, I guess,” He shrugged it off and threw it back behind him.
Something felt … off. He searched the walls for a clock but didn’t see one. His watch was damaged from yesterday. Yesterday.
“s**t.”
Yesterday had really happened. Yet another magical /thing/ had happened in his life. Nothing good ever happened when magic was involved. Now his henchmen were at the mercy of an evil wizard, and he had no idea how to help.
 loser-by-choice · Mon Mar 21, 2011 @ 03:51am · 0 Comments |
