Tuesday, April 12, 2005

Holy crap, what did I do?
Sorry I haven't been updating people! I was in a recent car crash and was put in the hospital yesterday and got out today. Nothing serious, just a couple of scraps and bruises here and there. I couldn't walk for a couple of hours, but I'll be okay.

On the brighter side of things, a good friend of mine asked me to help her with an original story of hers since she knows that here lately I have been bashed by some people for not being...creative. I had been upset and she asked if I wanted to help her make an idea that she had had for YEARS into a small reality. I agreed and have been writing on this one piece for about two hours today.

Just to let you people know, I am helping in creating the characters for my friend and I am in no way taking them from her. My friend is also going on one of her original ideas and I'd like for you all to not think that she stole them from someone. If you want to visit her MO page, she's on my friends list under the name of "Andrainea".

So, I hope you all enjoy! This little one-shot is so far unnamed, but I hope it meets the standards! Here we go:

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The soft clicking of heels sounded in the silent corridors as a slightly robust woman threw open golden crested doors, her beige eyes full of anger.

”My lady, another group has been found dead!”

The addressed woman raised her head slightly, white curls bouncing at her moments, red forelocks hiding deep sunflower colored eyes. A piece of parchment lay in her mocha colored hands, one of her nails tapping on the armrest of the metal throne.

”I am aware of this.”

”Then what are you to do, Lady Sheeza?”

The woman known as Sheeza stood from her throne, descending the stairs as her black cape made an audible swish in the air. Her heels clicked against the marble floor of the palace, her black leather outfit clinging tightly to the hour-glass figured woman.

”You are to do nothing. I am to go to Andrainea for a meeting with the other clan leaders and our queen.”

”By my lady--”

Sheeza turned to her advisor, her cheetah patterned tail uncurling from her waist to twitch angrily, her golden, black splotched ears lying back on her head. She pointed at her advisor, snarling. A quick flash of lighting sent the other woman jumping back from her clan leader, beige eyes wide in fear.

”While I am gone, Ebony, you are to watch over our clan. I will return shortly.”

Ebony nodded, dark blue hair falling over rounded shoulders as she bowed to her leader, right arm crossed over chest. The teenage girl spoke not a word for a simple nod was all Sheeza stayed for. The clan leader strode down the halls at a fast pace, black cape trailing behind her, the slight jeweled crown on her head clinging as metal gently tapped against metal. She entered inside of the space port, pointing to random individuals.

”You, ready my ship and set a course for planet Andrainea; you, call and inform our queen that I am on my way; and you, get off our lazy ass before you’re killed!”

Numerous clan members set to work as their leader’s commands, running around in different directions to completely the tasks at hand. Sheeza stood amongst the ensued chaos, her heeled foot tapping against the ground in annoyance. Usually her people were faster to prepare a ship; after all, the Sheezites were the fastest of all Andrainean creatures.

While she waited on her ever so slowing people, Sheeza began to remember how she came to be. For a moment, brief memories flashed in her mind. The tall, Cheetah like woman saw her human family in their own blood. The grinning faces of those who she thought she was to protect and serve their country had betrayed her. Remembering how pleased those odd soldiers looked upon their handiwork as if a pay raise was involved to get them to do a dirty deed. Shuddering at the thought, Sheeza snapped back to reality only to realize the ship was ready and her people were standing there looking at her dumbfounded. She growled loudly at them.

”What are you standing there for? Prepare for take off!” Sheeza’s commanding voice sounded through the port. She pivoted on her heel, stalking off towards her royal ship. The metal ramp skidded against the floor as the angry Sheezite boarded her ship, sitting at the control panel. Several commands were punched into the computer before she ship hovered off of the ground; the engine’s soft humming sounds turning into a high pitched droning noise.

Several Sheezites moved out of the way and opened the port doors as they allowed their leader to exit the room. Once clear of any buildings, Sheeza slammed her hand onto the hyper space button, the ship stopping for a moment before being engulfed in a bright white light.

Glad that’s over, Sheeza thought to herself, melting into the comfort of the plush leather seat. Sunflower colored eyes slipped shut for a brief moment, memories of before coming back to haunt her.

As anyone could tell, Sheeza wasn’t human. She was what the humans would call a Silverlite or, as she and the people preferred to call themselves, Andraineans. She was once human, but that was buried deep within her past--a past of horrid mistakes and sorrow to last her a life time. She still remembered when those damn government officials had taken her away from her home, killing her entire family in the process. Screams…all that was heard was screams emitting from her throat. At fifteen, she had lost her entire family and was placed underground to be a subject to genetic experimentation. Six thousand young children were accompanied along with herself, sadly; only fifteen hundred survived the testing. Out of those sixteen hundred, over half were females and males with irregular blood types: A negative, AB, A positive, and O negative.

A brief flash brought her back to the laboratory where they had injected her with the “medication”--that vile poison that was injected into her blood stream. Every time she was to receive the treatment, she would remember herself screaming and clutching onto her mocha colored arms, her nails extending, stomach churning and lurching from the inside as her body slowly morphed into a government experiment that was to be used for war.

Over time, the remaining experiments slowly started to fall apart. Out of the sixteen hundred that has survived, a rough estimate of one hundred separated themselves from the so-called “better halves” of the experimentations. The Amberlites, as they so brilliantly called themselves, weren’t near as strong in number as the Silverlites; however, as time passed, the Amberlites had suddenly started to repopulate their people. It was no matter though, the Silverlites would always surpass those who dare to stand in front of them; especially a specific race that prided themselves on how big their ears were or how many feathers they possessed on their arms.

The Andrainean clan leader was shaken from her thoughts as the telecom went off in her ship. She groaned and looked down into the grinning face of Maiqarie.

”Ugh, do you know how repulsive it is to see your face when you wake up from a catnap?”

The green haired woman smirked, her fangs glistening in the light, “Well it is nice to see you too, younger sister.”

”I’m only three hours younger than you and I’d rather not be reminded that we’re related,” Sheeza smirked, arms crossing over her chest.

Maiqarie was indeed Sheeza’s elder sister, but it was hard to tell the two were twins. When they were taken in for experiments, it was hard to tell the two apart, but as time progressed, the appearance of the two slowly changed: Sheeza to that of a cheetah and Maiqarie to that of a leopard; however with appearance change also came personality change. Sheeza now wanted nothing to do with her past while Maiqarie had a tendency to cling to the things she had lost.

”What is it that you need?” The cheetah asked unmoved, her light gold eyes meeting with the onyx ones of her sister.

”Queen Andrainea says that it is imperative you get here as soon as you can, Sheeza. Apparently, new information has been uncovered that might just destroy our race. Toijera and Bitona says there is no such thing whilst Jiijy and I disagree with their statements.”

”Well sister,” a soft rustling sound was heard as the Sheezite clan leader shifted in her seat, “what does Andrainea think?”

A soft sigh was heard as Maiqarie lowered her head, “She says…that it’s…Drake.”

At the mention of the horrific name, Sheeza shot straight up out of the seat, her head banging onto the ships metallic roof. She cursed in her native tongue, rubbing the spot between her ears; however, her mood never once shifted.

”No way in the seven hells can Drake think he can over power the Silverlite empire! That no good piece of government trash better think twice before he declares war against us!”

Maiqarie chuckled softly at her young sister’s antics, her panther ears twitch in happy mirth, “Must I remind you that you’re also a quote-unquote ‘no good piece of government trash’?”

Sheeza growled, her amber orbs sharpening at the remark, “Must I remind you that your voice gives me a headache?”

”Ahh, touché sister,” Maiqarie laughed, a sadistic smirk playing on her red lips. “I’ll be awaiting your arrival at the palace. Ta-ta!”

Of all the nerve…Sheeza fumed with anger as she sat herself back down in her seat, the computer showing that she was nearing her desired destination, but the Andraineans thoughts were no longer on the planet on the screen, it was on him…

”Drake…” She let the name come out in an angry snarl, fists clenching in apparent anger. It had been years she had last heard that name and, for some reason, she knew that today wasn’t going to be the last time that vile man popped up into a conversation.

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How did that sound? Hopefully I will have more tomorrow! *waves* Until then, ja ne!
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