Final Copy- Fan Fiction (Lauren)

I have tried to add a bit more action into the storyline. Please give me some feedback before friday, so that I can edit it if I need to. Thanks.

Lost Summary:

This show follows the lives of plane crash survivors, on a strange island in the Pacific Ocean.

The cast now consists of about 6 characters, from an original 20 or so, after all of them being killed for various reasons. Four of the survivors managed to get off the island after a long period of time, but are then told by a higher power that they must return to the island to save it, and their friends. This fan fiction is about their return...

The Return of the Losties

Lauren Williams

Sawyer just stood there, staring at her. She was so beautiful, more beautiful than he could ever remember, and she stood there with those eyes he had once stared longingly into before…she was back.

Kate slowly started to walk towards Sawyer, not knowing what she was going to say or do, not knowing how to feel or how others would feel…how Jack would feel if she…no she couldn’t go there, she wouldn’t go there again.. she was just there to help them, all of them, get off the island for good.
She stood before him looking into his eyes, she felt his hand stroke hers… she couldn’t hold back, she wrapped her arms around him, feeling him breathe against her…she never wanted to let go.

Jack turned to look away, he couldn’t bare to see Kate in the arms of another man, especially this one...again.
They pulled away from each other, still no words coming from either of them.
Hurley and Jack approached Sawyer, shook his hand. “Good to see you again Sawyer” Jack said, “Doc” replied Sawyer nodding his head, “It’s been a while”.
Hurley looked Sawyer up and down, “So Dude, Why ARE you wearing a Dharma suit?”, they all stared at Sawyer, waiting for an answer. “Uh, let’s just say we’ve had to adapt to the situation” said Sawyer, “Let me take you to our home”.

Sawyer and Jack jumped in the jeep, Kate, Hurley and Jin following in the VW behind them. In the Jeep they were silent, both of them had so many questions to ask each other, but neither of them knew where to start. Jack spoke first, noticing Sawyer’s name badge on his Dharma suit, “La Fleur?”…Sawyer didn’t say anything, they sat in silence for a few minutes. “Listen Jack, since you’ve been gone a few things have changed around here, that’s all I’m gonna say right now- but we’re gonna have to come up with a story for you, otherwise the gang’s gonna start asking questions”.
“What gang Sawyer? What have you got everyone into here?”
Suddenly they heard a bang, several of them, one after the other. Gun shots. The Hostiles.
Sawyer swerved the jeep, narrowly avoiding missing them. Both of them turned to look behind them, the VW was gone.“What the hells going on?” Jack screamed. “No time Doc..” Sawyer opened the door of the Jeep, “Run!”.
Shots still flying at them from every direction, Jack raced behind Sawyer deep into the forest.
They could hear footsteps following behind them, getting faster. Jack felt like he was going to collapse, he kept looking at the ground, felt like he had to keep making sure his feet were still there. After what seemed like forever running into unfamiliar territory, Jack looked up, Sawyer wasn’t there. Who had he been following all this time? Was he following anyone? He had to find somewhere to hide, he could hear the footsteps gaining on him.

Kate, Hurley and Jin had been stopped. In all the panic, Jin had crashed into a large rock.. ‘The Black Rock’ and they now had five armed gunmen surrounding the VW. They didn’t move, the VW was locked, one of the hostiles tapped on the window and pointed the gun. “What are we gonna do Dude?” Hurley panicked. “Don’t worry, we have a truce”, Jin pulled up the lock and opened the door, he stepped out with his hands in the air.
The Hostile stepped forward, “What do we have here then?” he said, nodding towards Kate and Hurley.In the distance he could see Richard, the leader of the Hostiles coming towards the VW. The four other gunmen had moved in closer to the vehicle, “They’re not part of the truce” they said before opening the doors and grabbing both Kate and Hurley.

Elsewhere, Sawyer had worked his way to the Flame station and raised the alert that the Hostiles were invading. He had to quickly find Kate, Hurley and Jack, and make sure the Dharma Initiative didn’t mistake them for Hostiles. He grabbed another gun from the cache, and ran out the door.

Jack had been captured too, after all his efforts of trying to hide, the Hostiles seemed to sniff him out. His head had been covered with a brown sack, and he had been thrown into a van with Kate and Hurley.

They arrived at a camp, they didn’t move.
Horace walked up to the jeep.
Jack looked at Horace, he was wearing a Dharma Initiative suit. The Hostiles must have brought them to the Dharma camp, thinking that because they were with Jin and Sawyer, that they belonged here. Horace looked like some sort of down and out drunk, Jack thought to himself. Could this be the leader of the Dharma Initiative, he wondered. Even after all this time he still didn’t know much about them.

The call came in on Sawyer’s walkie, it was Jin, he sounded worried. Jin told him what had happened. He had to get back to his camp quick, he had a lot of explaining to do.
When he arrived, Horace was standing next to the Hostile’s van with a gun in his face, talking to Richard.
“I found some of your people on our land Jim, I thought we had come to an agreement on this”, Richard said.
“Listen Richard, it was a mistake, it won’t happen ag-..” Sawyer was cut off, “Let me talk to you Jim, alone”, Richard urged him over, the gun shifting its focus.

After a few minutes, Sawyer returned to the Van with Richard. Richard gave the signal to his men, they opened the door of the van and pulled Kate, Hurley and Jack out. The gunmen hopped back in the van along with Richard and drove away, leaving the newcomers standing there, alone. Horace looked at them in a confused state.

“Right, what’s going on La Fleur? Who are these people? And what sort of deal do you have going here with Richard?” he yelled. Sawyer hadn’t had time to think, his mind had been racing; seeing Kate, and the others again, dealing with the Hostile situation, what was he going to tell Horace?

“I had a thing for a girl once and I had a shot at her, but I didn't take it. After a little while I'd lay in bed every night wondering, was it a mistake? Wondering. I never stop thinking about her. But now I can barely remember what she looks like. And her face is, she's just gone”

Sawyer thought back on his conversation with Horace, only hours earlier. What had he been thinking? Her face wasn’t gone, he had never stopped thinking about her, and now she was here, staring at him helplessly, relying on him to get them out of this mess. Although, explaining everything to Horace wasn’t the only problem he had to deal with, there was Juliet too. Juliet, the one he had come to love over the past three years, the one who he had tried to… replace Kate with. What was he going to tell her? Now that Kate was back. How could he possibly choose between the two of them?

Kate, Hurley and Jack had huddled together, the three of them intensely watching the conversation between Sawyer and Horace. Hurley started to panic again, “What if they find out who we are dude? What if they think we’re here to hurt them? What if they try to KILL us dude?!”
Jack tried to calm him down, he was worried enough himself, he had no idea what was going on- What sort of role was Sawyer/La Fleur playing here?
They stood there in silence.

A few minutes passed and Horace approached the group, “I guess I should say welcome then…”, the three of them looked confused. Sawyer gave them an encouraging nod, “Go on Horace”, “Yes… Welcome to your new home” he finished. Kate, Jack and Hurley stood there in amazement, each looking at one another.

‘Our new home?’, Kate thought, ‘The Dharma Initiative?’
“Yes, you are the new recruits of 1947, Welcome”.

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Images Curtosy of http://abc.go.com/primetime/lost

The postman always rings twice Fanfic ideas
Nick didn't really die in the car crash and has gone into hiding. Later to reveal himself to Frank and Cora after she has had the baby and that he is the father of the baby.

As the car rolled down the hill Cora could only wish that Frank was alright. The car rolled to a stop at the bottom of the hill and tilted slightly. Cora squinted her eyes as the moon had gone behind a cloud, to see what is going on. She could see movement at the bottom. A body appeared to stubble out of the car and a voice shouted out “Cora, it’s me Frank, Nick’s dead.” His voice echoed throughout the valley. “Now quick, run back up to the street and flag down a car” Cora quickly grabbed her purse and ran to the road side. A car could be seen in the distance, travelling quickly. As Frank started his ascent up the cliff he did not notice what was going on behind him. Nick had slowly rolled out of the car and pulled himself behind the rock that lay beside the car.

A couple days later after the whole ordeal Frank and Cora went back to living somewhat normal lives. They survived the court case claiming them of trying to kill Nick but got off on it being an accident and were now happily living with the insurance money. With no idea that Nick was still alive and trying to gain strength at the bottom of the hill. He lay behind the rock screaming out for anyone to hear him. He was burned badly from the accident. There was no one around. The tall cliff face worried Nick as he wondered if he would ever get out of there. The car still lay on its side. Pulling himself back to the car he searched for any sort of food or medical supplies. Luckily for Nick, Cora was always worried about something happening to him on long business trips, so she packed a first aid kit and food in the trunk. Opening the first aid kit he wrapped up his burns. He could hear a car coming closer to where he was lying. Yelling at the top of his voice “Help. I’m stuck at the bottom of this cliff” He could hear the car slow down so he continued to yell. “Help” The car came to a stop and doors slammed. “Hello” a voice sounded. Nick smiled and shouted back. “Hello. Please help me. I was in an accident and can’t move” The young man slowly climbed down the cliff making sure he didn't step on a lose rocks.

The young man reached Nick and asked him what happened. “I was in an accident. I don't really remember what happened.” The young man could see a drive way a couple of miles down the hill that lead up to where Nick was lying. “Hold on and I’ll drive around to you” he said and headed to his car. When he looked back up the young man was almost at the top of the cliff. After twenty minutes, he saw the car lights appear over the hill. He waved out so the young couple could see him. The young man helped him into the car. A young blonde woman sat in the front seat. Her hair in loose curls. Her attractive face distracted Nick as she spoke to him. Her voice was soft and inviting. Nick had a slight flashback of Cora. He had forgotten about her and everything that he had. The restaurant, the gas station. “Are you okay” she said. He finally awoke from his day dream and looked into her angelic blue eyes. “Yes thank you”. She looked away for a minute. She was taken in by his appearance. His aftershave drifted into the front seat. She shook in excitement. A real man she thought. Her husband was nothing like him. He was Big, strong, handsome. Nick was everything she needed. Her husband sat behind the wheel and turned to face Nick. “So what happened mate? You’re in a right state.” Nick looked away. Taking that as a sign the young man turned on the car and drove off. When they reached the beginning of town the young woman whispered to her husband. The car came to a stop and she turned around and looked at Nick. “Where to?” she asked in a deep, seductive voice. Nick said the first thing that came to his mind. “The Old Mill Hotel on the corner of South and Park”. The engine roared again and they were off. Getting out of the car he thanked them and walked inside.

Months went past and Nick was remembering things slowly and small things came back to his memory. The accident, him rolling out of the car. Frank and Cora running away and leaving him. Then one day it all made sense they had to kill him and it wasn’t the first time either. They tried to kill him in the bathroom. He started to get angry. The blood rushed through his veins. His face went red and pulsated. Running out onto the street he hailed a cab and yelled at the driver to take him to his old house. Reaching the house he opened the taxi door and slammed it. The taxi drove off. He stormed up the front stairs and flung the door open. Cora was sitting in the large chair holding something close to her chest. Looking up she smiled. All of a sudden her face went white like she was seeing a ghost. Standing up slowly Nick could see her holding a baby. Walking over Cora stepped back and fell onto the couch. “What are you doing here? We thought you died in the terrible car accident” Cora said in a shaky voice. The baby cried slightly and she rocked back and forth.

Nick moved towards her to get a better look at the baby. It was wearing a small blue jumpsuit. Nick took the baby from Cora and held him up to the roof. “A son” he said in a jolly tone. Frank walked in the room holding a blanket. Nick appeared to be fumbling around in his pocket. Pulling out a small gun he aimed it at Frank. Pulling the trigger back he bounced the baby up and down as he started to cry. Taking aim at Frank he squeezed the trigger and the bullet flew across the room hitting Frank in the chest. Falling to the ground Cora screamed and ran to Frank’s side. Once again Nick pulled the trigger back this time aiming it at Cora. She stood up and began talking to Nick. “Please Nick don’t”. He paid no attention to Cora and fired the gun at her. The bullet hit her in the chest just like Frank and she fell on top of him. Nick wiped down the gun and placed it in Cora’s hands.

Walking out of the house he held his son close to him and continued walking and lived happily ever after never think about Cora and Frank again.

My final version of my fan fiction

My fan fiction is based on the movie ‘interview with the vampire’ which is based on the novel written by Anne Rice a famous horror novelist. This story starts in relation to the movie when Claudia has just killed Lestat and they leave to go to Europe to search for other vampires. Hope you enjoy reading it.


After we had disposed of Lestat’s corpse we took the horse drawn carriage back towards our lavish apartment based in New Orleans. Claudia looked the same as always sharp and beautiful with the perfection of youth, usually it pleased me to look at her, the image of a vampiric porcelain doll, but tonight I felt different. I knew that the way I loved her had weakened and although she still had my whole heart, I could never feel the same about her again after what she had done to Lestat.“What’s wrong Loui?” she asked me in her sing along voice “were no longer locked together with him in hatred, you should be pleased” I declined to answer and instead just watched the dark pastures pass by.

The following night we left New Orleans for Europe by boat as planned, the sea was rough and we had to live with the displeasure of drinking rat’s blood to survive. Even though I let Claudia snuggle into me as we shared our coffin at night I still felt the nagging sensation of hate towards her that continued to grow with each passing day.We arrived in Europe without fault and travelled to arrive in Paris, France.

Once we had set up home in a grand hotel, I took to roaming the cobble stoned inner streets of Paris leaving Claudia to her own devices. I took pleasure in the aroma of the new city and the blood that pumped through the veins of the many mortal sinners that surrounded me. I eventually felt the sensation of being followed and turned to discover another pale faced creature such as myself standing before me.He held himself strikingly off guard, like someone accustomed to see others of his kind often with the confidence that cut into me like a knife. I on the other hand tensed up and felt my heart race with shock. He without hesitation and with movement faster than the mortal eye could see handed me an invitation and disappeared, enveloped in lace and scrawled across the page in black ink were the words ‘Theatre des Vampires, 9pm, I looked forward to meeting you’ signed Armand.

The next night I set out to meet this mysterious person that summoned me. I choose to leave Claudia at home much to her dismay. Her possessiveness over me made me feel sick and as much as I found it heart breaking to admit I wanted her gone and I think deep down she knew this and it was driving her mad with rage. I found my way to the theatre without trouble and sat in a far balcony watching the show I saw before me with dark wonderment.The show was performed by a complete cast of vampires to an unaware audience of mortals.

The show consisted of the real life captured young girl being drunk to death on stage, unbeknown to the mortals ,by a male vampire who’s beauty stuck me with such force I found it hard to look away at any such moment. I knew with no doubt in my mind that he was Armand. After the show had ended I felt his presence behind me and he led me down the home he resided in. A coven held in the deep basement of the theatre.

He requested I sit in a fine chair and immediately asked me to join him here at the theatre as he wanted to make this the home of all vampires who ventured to this city especially so with me as I deeply fascinated him. I was caught off guard and Claudia’s sweet young face filled with need flashed through my mind which quickly transformed to that of murderous demon child that sucked not just blood from my veins but the very will I had to live.It was then I made the decision to leave her.

I graciously accepted Armand’s invitation and rushed home to fetch my things and make leave before Claudia returned from hunting. When I reached home I was horrified to realize that Claudia was home and she had an intense dark look behind her shining eyes. Before I knew what was happening she attacked me violently until I hit the ground screaming in pain she then poured gasoline all over me and to my horror set me alight.The fire quickly devoured my surface skin before I was able to roll it out and when I again stood my eyes caught the reflection of myself in the mirror and cried out in rage. My face had become intensely disfigured in the fires blaze so much so I couldn’t bare look at myself. “Try leaving me now” Claudia chimed sweetly from just outside my vision. “Now you truly are damned” she said to me and laughed.
The End

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My draft for fan fiction which is based on the movie ‘interview with the vampire’ based on the novel written by Anne Rice a famous horror novelist. This story starts in relation to the movie when Claudia has just killed Lestat and they leave to go to europe to search for other vampires.

After we had disposed of Lestat’s corpse we took the horse drawn carriage back towards our lavish apartment based in New Orleans. Claudia looked the same as always sharp and beautiful with the perfection of youth, usually it pleased me to look at her, the image of a vampiric porcelain doll, but tonight I felt different. I knew that the way I loved her had weakened and although she still had my whole heart, I could never feel the same about her again after what she had done to Lestat.

“What’s wrong Loui?” she asked me in her sing along voice “were no longer locked together with him in hatred, you should be pleased” I declined to answer and instead just watched the dark pastures pass by. The following night we left New Orleans for Europe by boat as planned, the sea was rough and we had to live with the displeasure of drinking rat’s blood to survive. Even though I let Claudia snuggle into me as we shared our coffin at night I still felt the nagging sensation of hate towards her that continued to grow with each passing day.

We arrived in Europe without fault and travelled to arrive in Paris, France. Once we had set up home in a grand hotel, I took to roaming the cobble stoned inner streets of Paris leaving Claudia to her own devices. I took pleasure in the aroma of the new city and the blood that pumped through the veins of the many mortal sinners that surrounded me. I eventually felt the sensation of being followed and turned to discover another pale faced creature such as myself standing before me.

He held himself strikingly off guard, like someone accustomed to see others of his kind often with the confidence that cut into me like a knife. I on the other hand tensed up and felt my heart race with shock. He without hesitation and with movement faster than the mortal eye could see handed me an invitation and disappeared, enveloped in lace and scrawled across the page in black ink were the words ‘Theatre des Vampires, 9pm, I looked forward to meeting you’ signed Armand.

The next night I set out to meet this mysterious person that summoned me. I choose to leave Claudia at home much to her dismay. Her possessiveness over me made me feel sick and as much as I found it heart breaking to admit I wanted her gone and I think deep down she knew this and it was driving her mad with rage. I found my way to the theatre without trouble and sat in a far balcony watching the show I saw before me with dark wonderment.

The show was performed by a complete cast of vampires to an unaware audience of mortals. The show consisted of the real life captured young girl being drunk to death on stage, unbeknown to the mortals ,by a male vampire who’s beauty stuck me with such force I found it hard to look away at any such moment. I knew with no doubt in my mind that he was Armand. After the show had ended I felt his presence behind me and he led me down the home he resided in. A coven held in the deep basement of the theatre.

He requested I sit in a fine chair and immediately asked me to join him here at the theatre as he wanted to make this the home of all vampires who ventured to this city especially so with me as I deeply fascinated him. I was caught of guard and Claudia’s sweet young face filled with need flashed through my mind which quickly transformed to that of murderous demon child that sucked not just blood from my veins but the very will I had to live.

It was then I made the decision to leave her. I graciously accepted Armand’s invitation and rushed home to fetch my things and make leave before Claudia returned from hunting. When I reached home I was horrified to realise that Claudia was home and she had an intense dark look behind her shining eyes. Before I knew what was happening she attacked me violently until I hit the ground screaming in pain she then poured gasoline all over me and to my horror set me alight.

The fire quickly devoured my surface skin before I was able to roll it out and when I again stood my eyes caught the reflection of myself in the mirror and cried out in rage. My face had become intensely disfigured in the fires blaze so much so I couldn’t bare look at myself. “Try leaving me now” Claudia chimed sweetly from just outside my vision. “Now you truly are damned” she said to me and laughed.

The End

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Momotarou

Momotarou is a short japanese childrens story about an elder couple who find a giant peach floating down a river. However, when they took the giant peach back to their house, a strange (and insanely strong) little boy came from the peach, and was then named Momotarou (momo = peach, Tarou = popular Japanese boys name) and was then sent on an adventure by his new-found parents to fight the evil demons haunting the nearby villages.

A long time ago, there was a very old, and extremely condensed Japanese cottage along the great Mokkori river, aptly named due to it having a strange looking rock jutting out from the middle of the water. Within that very old, and typical Japanese claustrophobic cottage, was a very strange, old red headed man named Ginga, and his disgustingly young wife called Dorei.
One day, Ginga realised that his wife wasn’t cutting her slack within the household, and decided to send her peach-picking, in order to dry and stock food for winter. So off went Dorei to the great Mokkori river in search for peaches, when she came across a giant peach, stuck on the odd shaped rock jutting from the middle of the river. She gathered a stick, and used it to pull it in, and when she did, she realised just how big this strange peach really was. It was atrociously large. Larger than her even, and weighed a tonne. However, with a peach this big, she also realised that she wouldn't need to find any others, as this one would be enough to last the both of them the full winter. So with that thought, she began rolling the peach down the river, over the hills, and back into the cottage.

When she arrived, Ginga was not at home. “Probably out drinking again” she thought to herself, annoyed that he never did any work around the house. With nothing else to do, and boredom setting in, Dorei thought it would be a great surprise if she began to cut the peach into smaller pieces and begin drying them. However, when she began to cut the peach, she heard a strange noise coming from the peach. Then the peach started to move, and roll around on its own. Dorei tried to hold it down best she could, but the peach just wouldn’t stay still. Eventually the peach began to split down the middle. Dorei had no idea how to react to such a strange event. Curious about this strange over-sized fruit, she tried to peak within the crack, when suddenly it burst open, and a small boy leapt out, completely naked other than a strange looking wooden sword in his hand. The boy was a strange sight indeed, and was nothing that Dorei had ever seen nor heard of in any of her husband’s long, drawn-out stories. The boy was very skinny, yet very strong, and his head was a giant peach, with strange looking eyes and a very large mouth. Dorei stood there awestruck. She didn’t know what to do. Who was this boy? What was this boy? For she knew, he could be another demon from the nearby hills, come to kidnap her and eat her as a light snack for dinner. However, this was not your typical demon, for he did not try to eat Dorei at all. Instead, he just ran across the room, and began eating all the food within the house. Once he ate everything, he began eating furniture, wooden stools, tables, he even began gnawing at the side of the house, but nothing seemed to quell his appetite. Shocked by the horror of this little boy eating her house, Dorei fainted, and didn’t get up for a very long time.

As Ginga arrived at his cottage, he noticed something very strange. It was very late, yet there was a tremendously loud noise coming from his cottage. Ginga was worried that his wife had thrown one of her many tantrums whenever he had come back home drunk. However this time he was prepared. He bought a box of the finest omochidango he could afford, which was Dorei favourite food. However, as he got closer to the house he realised just how noisy it really was. He could hear furniture being broken, tossed about, and every once and awhile, an odd noise which resembled something like a burp. As he opened the door, he entered the door, hand first with the omochidango held out, announcing “Darling, I’m hom-“ when suddenly something grabbed the omochidango, gobbled it down, and then suddenly passed out snoring. Ginga entered the cottage to find his wife had not been making all the noise and ruckus, but instead it had been a strange looking boy with a peach-shaped head. There were all manner of things all over his face. Wood splinters, food, even bits of metal from a broken pot lying next to him. Ginga had no idea what to do. His wife was still unconscious in the corner of his destroyed cottage, and the strange boy was sleeping happily in the middle of it all. However, as he tried to step over the sleeping boy, the boy suddenly leapt up onto Ginga’s shoulders, and began to speak.

“More! More!” the boy screamed. Ginga had no idea what he was talking about. “More! More!” he pronounced louder, pointing at the empty box of omochidango that the boy had gorged in less than a second. Ginga was still awestruck. “Omochidango?” he asked shakily in a barely understandable tone. “Omochidango! More! More!” the boy screamed. “I have no more..”, he replied, suddenly realising what the boy did to his pot, and what the boy could do to his head if tempted. “More omochidango!” the boy screamed, so loud this time it made Ginga twitch with fear. Suddenly, he heard another scream come from outside. However, this scream was even more terrifying. Usually, one could hear screams around this time of the night through-out the village, as the demons living in the nearby hills would snatch hapless victims, and take them back for dinner. “More omochidango!” the boy screamed louder, muffling the screams and cries coming from the village. That was when Ginga got an idea. The demons were said to be very rich and wealthy, from looting all the bodies of the people they snatched, so surely if someone could defeat those demons, all that gold and goods would be up for the taking. Ginga was not only a greedy old fart, but a cunning miser aswell. After all, he did convince Dorei to actually marry him. So with his thought, he suddenly replied with “There! In the mountains, there is a demon which has a mountain of omochidango! If you can defeat those demons, you can eat as much as possible for the rest of you-“ However, before he could finish, the boy was already collecting his giant wooden sword, tying a ripped curtain around his body, and heading out the door. “Wait!” Ginga shouted at the boy. “What is your… name?”. “Tarou.” announced the boy.. “Momotarou. More omochidango! More!” he screamed at the top of his lungs, and ran, sword first, straight for the mountain.

Ginga, deciding to see if this boy was really able of defeating the demons, then collected his walking stick, and began to follow Momotarou, keeping his distance and out of the way. Momotarou was running full speed. Even though his legs were so small, but his head so big, it was incredibly tough for poor old Ginga to follow, when suddenly Momotarou stopped in the middle of the street, looked at his feet, and began to eat some of the nuts which had fallen from the tree. This went on for a good five minutes, when suddenly the strangest looking monkey jumped from the tree onto Momotarou’s head, and began to talk. “Those are mine! Don't touch my nuts!” it shouted in a high-pitched ear shattering shriek. Momotarou didn’t stop, he continued to eat the nuts from the tree without paying any attention to the odd monkey jumping around on his head and shoulders. Once all the nuts were eaten, Momotarou stood back up, looked at the monkey sitting on his shoulder, and then began to speak. “Mountain.. omochidango… go?” confused, and still furious at the fact that this odd looking boy had just eaten his entire harvest, the monkey continued to pound his fist on Momotarou’s face, but didn’t get a flinch, not even a twitch from him. Eventually, the monkey replied, “There are mochidango in that mountain?” and with that, Momotarou replied with a quick nod, and a wave of his giant sword. It was hard to believe, the mountains were said to be haunted by the three nastiest demons he had ever heard of, however the monkey could not just give up and starve to death, and this monkey knew exactly how great omochidango tasted, so he pronounced to Momotarou. “You ate my entire harvest! You must pay me back! So I will go to this mountain, as long as you promise to give me half of your Omochidango.” With that, Momotarou nodded, scrunched his face up in some kind of blood-raged manner, raised his giant wooden sword, and continued to run straight ahead toward the mountain at full speed yet again.

Ginga could barely see anything other than what the moon light could illuminate. However, they were currently walking through the woods, and it was still getting darker and darker by the second. However, determined to grab his share on the demons treasure before anyone else realised they had disappeared, he pressed forward, tripping over twigs, roots, and banging his head on many of the low branches, when suddenly he heard a familiar sound. He squinted around, trying to see as much as possible, when he noticed Momotarou hugging an incredibly large tree. At first, it appeared as if Momotarou and the monkey were sleeping vertically on the tree trunk, when Ginga then realised that he wasn’t just hugging the tree, he was gnawing it. Grinding with his teeth, he was cutting off bark and gobbling it down as if it was his last meal. Shocked by the damage the tree had sustained in what must have only been an hour or so, the tree began to tilt, and eventually Momotarou had eaten right through the trunk, and the giant tree came crashing down with a thunderous sound. That was when a small bird flew down onto the top of Momotarou’s head, and began to peck at his face. “You destroyed my house! You destroyed my house!” the bird tweeted in a surprisingly beautiful voice. “My Ma, My Pa, My family were in there! And you destroyed my house! Even my Grandpa, who was getting better from the bird flu was within that house, and you destroyed it!” Pecking viciously at Momotarou’s face, the bird continued its relentless rant, but to no effect. Momotarou just sat there, stilling gnawing at the trunk with his insanely large face covered in even more splinters than before. Eventually the bird jumped off of Momotarou’s head, and perched itself onto the other shoulder. Suddenly monkey replied softly “He also destroyed my harvest.. He busted my nuts…” he said still down, and also feeling a bit hungry after seeing Momotarou feed his face. The bird didn’t reply, still weeping, and barely able to believe what had just transpired this night. “We are going to the mountain.” Monkey said after a short while. “Omochidango!” Momotarou screamed, and stood up shockingly fast. “The strange peach claims there is omochidango in the mountains there.” Suddenly the bird looked up. “The mountains? You are going to those mountains?” With a slight nod, and even a little grunt from Momotarou, the bird began to stare at the mountain. “My wife went to those mountains yesterday to find some more medicine for Grandpa, but she still hasn’t returned. I’ve wanted to go and check it out, but everyone knows not to go there. No matter how good the harvest is, it’s an incredibly dangerous place.” Momotarou looked at the bird. “Mountain, go?” he replied in his peachy broken English. However, before he even got a reply from the bird, Momotarou started off toward the mountain once again.

As they reached the mountain, the moon was completely covered by the low dark clouds swarming the sky. The place gave Ginga a chill to his bone he would never forget. He could see all manner of weird and strange things around the end of the mountain. Every now and then he would see a hat, or a shoe. He even once stepped on something which replied with a sickening crunch, and prayed it wasn’t a bone of one of his long-lost friends that had been rumoured to disappear around here. As he climbed the mountain, keeping his distance from Momotarou, he could already see the enormously gaping cave entrance to the demons household. However, he could also see that the entrance was barred with a giant metal door, which must have been hard for even the strongest of demons to push open. It was around this time that Ginga realised how much danger he was in just being around these parts. However, his lust for gold and glory pushed him onward, onward to the great looming door which even Momotarou couldn’t get through.

Momotarou tried to gnaw at the door to no effect, no matter how hard he bit or ground the door with his teeth, he couldn’t even make a scratch. On top of that, it tasted terrible to even him. Suddenly the bird sang, “I can see a small window up there, shall I fly up and take a look for another way in?” Momotarou and the monkey nodded with anticipation, as the bird began to fly from its perch on Momotarou’s shoulder, and up, into the small window above the door. As the bird peeked in, he could see three giant red demons sitting around a small fire. They were exchanging crude comments and grunts to one another, and sitting atop an incredibly large pile of gold, jewellery, and other shiny miscellaneous objects. The bird perched onto the window sill, and scanned the nearby area for another way in, when suddenly he saw his wife, locked in a cage right below him next to the door. He flew down as fast as possible to meet with his beloved, and began to sing to her. They exchanged various squeeks and tweets to one another, none of which are translatable in any available language. Eventually, he unlocked the latch and opened the door to his wives cage, and together they flew back out of the small window. The couple then perched onto Momotarou’s head and announced the secret passage just around the mountain, hidden by a large boulder. So with this new information, the birds said their farewells, and headed off to find a new home.

To be continued....

Alright guys my Fan-fic is based on the anime Bleach. I have left some things in Japanese because it sounds better but I will list the words and their meanings here

Shinigami: Death God Zanpakutou:The sword the Death god’s use each one is unique and has its own special power when released. There are two stages of release Shikai which is the basic one almost anyone can do and Bankai which is the highest power a shinigami can obtain.

The words Kuchi wo shimare mean Silence them. Jinteki Shakusetsu, Suzumebachi (Go straight for the enemy).

Also "Yahatsugiri" is the name of a fast sword cutting technique which translates to "Eight notch strike" i think :)

Ok now a little intro into Bleach incase you are unfamiliar with it.

The shinigami are spirts who vanquish evil spirits (Hollows) that feed on the souls of those who have yet to pass into the spirit world (Seiretei). Menos level hollows are extremely powerful but rare breeds of hollows. In Seiretei there are 13 squads each with a Captain and Vice-Captain and the 1^st squad captain, Yamaji, is in control of the 13 squads know as the Gotei Jyusanban (13 protection squads).

The silent killer

50 years after the Arrancar incident, all was back to normal in Seiretei. But of course it never stays that way because that would just be boring. But little did the Shinigami know that with the entry of MIstsuomi Ryuujin into the 2^nd squad was the start of something that had only ever happened once before in the history of Seiretei.

MItsuomi Ryuujin, age 25 when he entered Seiretei, graduated from the Shinigami academy with just above average grades and took his sweet time doing it too. The only special thing about him was that unlike the normal shinigami uniform he wore a black jacket, black pants and what one would describe as black leather boots. He was however a very mysterious person, never talked to anyone unless it was an order …. In fact didn't really do anything unless he was ordered too. He became respected among all the squad Captains for his un-questionable loyalty which lead to him becoming the Vice-Captain of the 2^nd squad, despite his un-sociable nature. But perhaps this is what Soi Fon prefers. From here our story begins.

“All Captains are to report to the 1^st squad barracks immediately” announced Yamaji.

“Mitsuomi!” shouted Soi Fon.

“Understood” answered Mitsuomi as if already knowing what his Captain wanted of him.

As all the Captains arrived at the barracks Yamaji began to speak. “As you are all aware of the amount of hollow sightings, especially those of the menos level, have been increasing dramatically over the last few months. If we allow this to continue any longer then Seiretei itself will be in danger. Therefore I am giving each squad an area of Seiretei to investigate”. Said Yamiji briefing the Captains. Each squad was given their area and dismissed.

Back at the second squad barracks. “Mitsuomi, I need you to take 10 of our strongest men and investigate the cave of infinite silence … Im sure your familiar with it” said Soi Fon.

“Yes Captain, we are taught about it in the academy there is no need for further explanation.” Replied Mitsuomi in his usual obedient way.

“Very well, leave at once!” Said Soi Fon.

MItsuomi gathered up 10 of his strangest members in his squad and briefed them on their assignment.

“You mean …. “THAT” cave of infinite silence? THAT'S SUICIDE!” shouted one clearly scared squad member.

“Yes, “THAT” cave. As im sure you all know that inside that cave any kind of noise will be immediately… silenced so to speak, so we will communicate using kidou. Understood?” said Mitsuomi fully dedicated to his order.

“But how do we all move silently through there?” asked another squad member.

“We will use the power of my Zanpakutou “Jyouga” (Silent Fang) which is why our squad was given this assignment. Now lets move out!” ordered Mitsuomi.

At the entrance of the cave they all gathered in a circle around Mitsuomi and waited as he started to draw his Zanpakudou calling its name “Kuchi wo shimare! JYOUGA!” As he drew his Zanpakutou it began to change into a long black double edged blade with the word “静牙”engraved down the middle. At the end of the hilt was a rather lethal looking spike. However it did not have a cross bar at the top so it seemed as though something was missing. “Everyone stay close, my ability to eliminate the noise of movement is originally only meant for me but if it is only a short distance it will work for us all, and remember communicate using kidou… words could be lethal.” Said Mitsuomi.

They began to travel into the cave finding what seemed to be the empty masks or Menos level hollows, the quantity of which was increasing as they travelled deeper. All light had faded as they moved into the deep caverns inside with thousands of Menos masks scattered about. Off in the distance Mitsuomi saw what seemed to be a glowing blue jewel and signalled his comrades to follow him. As they got closer Mitsuomi realized that it was not a jewel… but the hilt for a sword with the word “Jyouga” engraved upon it. Mitsuomi heard what seemed to be the object they had found calling out to him “Take me, make me complete.”

As if hypnotised he reached out a took it sliding down his blade till it locked into position. Immediately after his sword burst into blue flames of reiatsu forcing back his comrades out of his circle of silence, the sound of their foot steps echoed through the cave. The so called empty Menos masks all started to reform bodies and one by one tore apart and devoured Mitsuomi’s squad. Mitsuomi stood and stared at his blade with eyes wide open and had a sinister smile on his face. He then took his attention towards the Menos and swung his blade, releasing a huge wave of reiatsu which cleft the Menos directly in front of him clean in two. “Now I am complete… now we are strong…” said the voice again. Mitsuomi continued to swing his new complete zanpakutou taking down the hordes of Menos with ease.

Having found this new strength Mitsuomi left the cave with the same sinister smile on his face laughing to himself quietly as the voice in his head whispered “Now we are strong.” He returned back to the 2^nd squad barracks and confronted his Captain informing her of what had happened to the men he took with him leaving out the part about his sword being complete. “And one other thing Captain.” Said Mistuomi. As the sinister smile retured Soi Fon stepped back in shock as he said “I challenge you from your rank as Captain.”

“You fool! Someone of your level can’t match up to that of a Captain!” pronounced Soi Fon.

“We shall see, “Kuchi wo shimare, JYOUGA!” his sword began to transform revealing the new found hilt, and began to burst into flames. “Now we are strong” Said the voice. “Yes… now we are strong!” said Mitsuomi letting his reiatsu loose. Soi Fon could feel the mass amount of spirit pressure. She too proceeded to release her zanpakutou fully understanding that something drastic had changed in her Vice-Captain. “Jinteki Shakusetsu, Suzumebachi.”

Mitsuomi swung his sword releasing the huge wave of reiatsu.

“WHAT?!” Soi Fon shouted clearly startled about the mass power that her subordinate had obtained. Using her shinpou she managed to avoid it however Mitsuomi silently got behind her and began to swing again. Remembering what Jyouga’s power was Soi Fon was already aware that he could easily get behind her un heard and was quick to react with a counter blow which struck Mitsuomi in his right shoulder.

“Hmph even with this new monstrous power you lack the skill to defeat me” claimed Soi Fon.

“Bankai, Jyouga shizukana sekai.” Said Mitsuomi.

All the color drained from Soi Fons face as she realized that she had totally under estimated her Vice-Captain and had now found herself deaf and unable to speak making it impossible for her to release her Bankai. Although Mitsuomi’s zanpakutou had not changed there was an even greater increase in his reiatsu far surpassing that of his Captain’s. He flew straight past her right as three other squad Captains burst into the room. Soi Fon turned around and saw Mitsuomi begin to sheath his zanpakutou and began to move towards him. Top half of her body began to slide off as she fell to the ground. “YAHATSUGIRI!” shouted Mitsuomi as the finished sheathing his sword.

Because Mitsuomi did not defeat Soi Fon infront of a public audience and four Captains, he was labeled a murderer and all Captains were ordered to eliminate him.

To Be Continuted.

The Postman Always Rings Twice FanFic

In the original novel Nick and Cora are a married couple. When they hire a handyman (Frank) to help around the house he falls in love with Cora. They come up with a plan to kill Nick and successfully get away with it. The story continues and ends up Frank killing Cora in a car accident and going to prison.

I have re-written the story where Nick did not die and seeks revenge. It's a little longer but Enjoy.

As the car rolled down the hill Cora could only wish that Frank was alright. The car rolled to a stop at the bottom of the hill and tilt slightly. Cora squinted her eyes as the moon had gone behind a cloud, to see what is going on. She could see movement at the bottom. A body appeared to stubble out of the car and a voice shouted out “Cora, it’s me Frank, Nick’s dead.” His voice echoed throughout the valley. “Now quick, run back up to the street and flag down a car” Cora quickly grabbed her purse and ran to the road side. A car could be seen in the distance, travelling quickly. As Frank started his ascent up the cliff he did not notice what was going on behind him. Nick had slowly rolled out of the car and pulled himself behind the rock that lay beside the car.

After the whole ordeal Frank and Cora went back to living their lives. They survived the court case that followed and were happily living with the insurance money. With no idea that Nick was still alive and trying to gain strength at the bottom of the hill. He lay behind the rock screaming out for anyone to hear him. He was burned badly from the accident. There was no one around. The tall cliff face worried Nick as he wondered if he would ever get out of there. The car still lay on its side. Pulling himself back to the car he searched for any sort of food or medical supplies. Luckily for Nick, Cora was always worried about something happening to him on long business trips, so she packed a first aid kit and food in the trunk. Opening the first aid kit he wrapped up his burns. He could hear a car coming closer to where he was lying. Yelling at the top of his voice “Help. I’m stuck at the bottom of this cliff” He could hear the car slow down so he continued to yell. “Help” The car came to a stop and doors slammed. “Hello” a voice sounded. Nick smiled and shouted back. “Hello. Please help me. I was in an accident and can’t move” The young man slowly climbed down the cliff making sure he didn't step on a lose rocks.

The young man reached Nick and asked him what happened. “I was in an accident. I don't really remember what happened.” The young man could see a drive way a couple of miles down the hill that lead up to where Nick was lying. “Hold on and I’ll drive around to you” he said and headed to his car. When he looked back up the young man was almost at the top of the cliff. After twenty minutes, he saw the car lights appear over the hill. He waved out so the young couple could see him. The young man helped him into the car. A young blonde woman sat in the front seat. Her hair in loose curls. Her attractive face distracted Nick as she spoke to him. Her voice was soft and inviting. Nick had a slight flashback of Cora. He had forgotten about her and everything that he had. The restaurant, the gas station. “Are you okay” she said. He finally awoke from his day dream and looked into her angelic blue eyes. “Yes thank you”. She looked away for a minute. She was taken in by his appearance. His aftershave drifted into the front seat. She shook in excitement. A real man she thought. Her husband was nothing like him. He was Big, strong, handsome. Nick was everything she needed. Her husband sat behind the wheel and turned to face Nick. “So what happened mate? You’re in a right state.” Nick looked away. Taking that as a sign the young man turned on the car and drove off. When they reached the beginning of town the young woman whispered to her husband. The car came to a stop and she turned around and looked at Nick. “Where to?” she asked in a deep, seductive voice. Nick said the first thing that came to his mind. “The Old Mill Hotel on the corner of South and Park”. The engine roared again and they were off. Getting out of the car he thanked them and walked inside.

Months went past and Nick was remembering things slowly and small things came back to his memory. The accident, him rolling out of the car. Frank and Cora running away and leaving him. Then one day it all made sense they had to kill him and it wasn’t the first time either. They tried to kill him in the bathroom. He started to get angry. The blood rushed through his veins. His face went red and pulsated. Running out onto the street he hailed a cab and yelled at the driver to take him to his old house. Reaching the house he opened the taxi door and slammed it. The taxi drove off. He stormed up the front stairs and flung the door open. Cora was sitting in the large chair holding something close to her chest. Looking up she smiled. All of a sudden her face went white like she was seeing a ghost. Standing up slowly Nick could see her holding a baby. Walking over Cora stepped back and fall onto the couch. “What are you doing here? We thought you died in the terrible car accident” Cora said in a shaky voice. The baby cried slightly and she rocked back and forth.

Nick moved towards her to get a better look at the baby. It was wearing a small blue jumpsuit. Nick took the baby from Cora and held him up to the roof. “A son” he said in a jolly tone. Frank walked in the room holding a blanket. Nick appeared to be fumbling around in his pocket. Pulling out a small gun he aimed it at Frank. Pulling the trigger back he bounced the baby up and down as he started to cry. Taking aim at Frank he squeezed the trigger and the bullet flew across the room hitting Frank in the chest. Falling to the ground Cora screamed and ran to Frank’s side. Once again Nick pulled the trigger back this time aiming it at Cora. She stood up and began talking to Nick. “Please Nick don’t”. He paid no attention to Cora and fired the gun at her. The bullet hit her in the chest just like Frank and she fell on top of him. Nick wiped down the gun and placed it in Cora’s hands. Walking out of the house he held his son close to him and continued walking and lived happily ever after never think about Cora and Frank again