Post by Malic on Jul 15, 2008 22:33:54 GMT -5
Well I had some spare time so I decided to go ahead and rewrite the first chapter of the fan-fic that I lost. Here it is in all it's lack of glory 
Chapter 1: Now it begins.
"And he's outa there!" the words seemed to echo as Randall was thrown through the door. He growled and got up. Vainly he tried the door. He opened to find that it no longer led to the factory. He sighed. Defeated by a kid, an idiot, and another idiot. Nothing to do now except try to find a way back to the factory. The first thing to do would be to get out of the trailer. The smell was starting to get to him.
Upon opening the door to the rest of the trailer he was greeted with the blank stare of a human child. Randall began to walk toward the screen door. Ignoring the kid entirely. Big mistake. He was about to reach for the handle when a shovel came crashing down to his head. He blacked out for a second. Opening his eyes to see the shovel coming down on him yet again. At the last second he was able to block most of the impact with his left arm. A sickening crack echoed from the hit. A jab of pain shot through him. He had to get out now.
Randall frantically scrambled for the door. He made it out but not without getting slit on the back with the sharp part of the shovel. He stumbled at first but soon achieved a running pace. He kept going until the light of the trailer was no longer visible. He immediately climbed a tree and watched to make sure the woman didn't give chase. He eventually decided that it was ok to come down. Examining his wounds it was clear that his arm was broken and there was a large gash on his back. At the base of his front frond there was a cut but it wasn't to deep. Head wounds almost always bleed out more than normal ones. Luckily his gash wasn't bleeding as much. It was more deep than wide.
Randall went to work on them, setting up a make-shift splint for his arm and a belt like thing to wrap around him and the gash on his back. He slumped down under a low branching tree. "This shouldn't have happened," he murmured to himself silently as the darkness of sleep slowly fell over him.
* * *
When Randall finally woke up the sun was directly overhead. Even through all the stress he slept rather well. He had hardly had any rest the days prior. He hadn't had time to eat much either. At this point there were only two real options for food. Neither one of them seemed all that appealing. It was either catch and cook his own food or steal from the humans garbage. Option one would probably be the hardest and he would need to find something to make fire with. After some internal debating his stomach growled again. "Well it's better than McMonster's," he joked as he slowly began to head back toward the trailer.
* * *
The room was lit with televisions. All of them on local news. A man sat down in a small chair. Somehow watching all of them at once. Looking for clues as to the "Purple Croc" that had recently begun to plague the region. Another man walked into the room. Dressed in a business style outfit. After a few moments the man who entered the room cleared his throat and began to speak. He was cut off however by the other getting up from his chair and walking out of the room. "I know were he is," said the man as he left the room, neglecting to turn off the monitors. The other man sighed and began to turn everything off.
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Hehe HTML humor there. Anyway it's a tad short. Mostly because of the lack of duologue. Next chapter should have more. If I get goodish reviews that is.
Chapter 1: Now it begins.
"And he's outa there!" the words seemed to echo as Randall was thrown through the door. He growled and got up. Vainly he tried the door. He opened to find that it no longer led to the factory. He sighed. Defeated by a kid, an idiot, and another idiot. Nothing to do now except try to find a way back to the factory. The first thing to do would be to get out of the trailer. The smell was starting to get to him.
Upon opening the door to the rest of the trailer he was greeted with the blank stare of a human child. Randall began to walk toward the screen door. Ignoring the kid entirely. Big mistake. He was about to reach for the handle when a shovel came crashing down to his head. He blacked out for a second. Opening his eyes to see the shovel coming down on him yet again. At the last second he was able to block most of the impact with his left arm. A sickening crack echoed from the hit. A jab of pain shot through him. He had to get out now.
Randall frantically scrambled for the door. He made it out but not without getting slit on the back with the sharp part of the shovel. He stumbled at first but soon achieved a running pace. He kept going until the light of the trailer was no longer visible. He immediately climbed a tree and watched to make sure the woman didn't give chase. He eventually decided that it was ok to come down. Examining his wounds it was clear that his arm was broken and there was a large gash on his back. At the base of his front frond there was a cut but it wasn't to deep. Head wounds almost always bleed out more than normal ones. Luckily his gash wasn't bleeding as much. It was more deep than wide.
Randall went to work on them, setting up a make-shift splint for his arm and a belt like thing to wrap around him and the gash on his back. He slumped down under a low branching tree. "This shouldn't have happened," he murmured to himself silently as the darkness of sleep slowly fell over him.
* * *
When Randall finally woke up the sun was directly overhead. Even through all the stress he slept rather well. He had hardly had any rest the days prior. He hadn't had time to eat much either. At this point there were only two real options for food. Neither one of them seemed all that appealing. It was either catch and cook his own food or steal from the humans garbage. Option one would probably be the hardest and he would need to find something to make fire with. After some internal debating his stomach growled again. "Well it's better than McMonster's," he joked as he slowly began to head back toward the trailer.
* * *
The room was lit with televisions. All of them on local news. A man sat down in a small chair. Somehow watching all of them at once. Looking for clues as to the "Purple Croc" that had recently begun to plague the region. Another man walked into the room. Dressed in a business style outfit. After a few moments the man who entered the room cleared his throat and began to speak. He was cut off however by the other getting up from his chair and walking out of the room. "I know were he is," said the man as he left the room, neglecting to turn off the monitors. The other man sighed and began to turn everything off.
</chapter>
Hehe HTML humor there. Anyway it's a tad short. Mostly because of the lack of duologue. Next chapter should have more. If I get goodish reviews that is.
