Post by jimmyblack on Apr 21, 2010 3:13:51 GMT -5
Jimmy stepped into the dark, shady gang. He looked around, wanna make sure that no one else is there. Then he began to morph. Into the creature that came to his window the last night.
He didn't know how it could happen. But when he woke up from the nightmare, the same nightmare that had been haunting him for years, the first thing that came to his mind was a croaking sound. An annoying sound of a lame creature.
The crow stood in his window. The creature looked at him. Intensely staring with the empty black eyes.
"What do you want?" Jimmy asked, between there and not. There was also a crow in his dream.
The crow just croaked. And in his upset condition, Jimmy reached for a capo (tool for fretting guitar) on the table and threw it immediately at the crow. It hit at the head. The animal didn't evade. The crow made an attempt to fly, but uselessly flapped its wings and fell forward into the room.
Jimmy picked it up. And acquired the DNA before it stops breathing.
Then, throw it outside.
Now, the night after, he went out from the apartment and walked into the alley. No reason to stay inside. SPECTER was really a mess. They didn't even gave briefing or direction or what... And fine, if they wanted us to move by ourselves, he'll gladly move by himself.
So now Jimmy morphed into the crow and tested his wings. One thing to note : morphing suit was a sick drawback. The Andalites should really fix the problem up, he cannot wander around in some hair-metal skinny pants and emo tight shirt -- he looked like a bargain basement loser.
But it was a different thing. Now, for the first time, he flied. He flied through the dark alley, using the night wind to flap his wings with some effort. But the sight -- now he understood why the crows are low-brow birds. They are like night sky thugs. And the instinct.
He hates the instinct.
But he did enjoyed the flight.
<Useless flight, huh? What am I looking for, anyway? That dark-eyes woman? Or maybe her companion?> said Jimmy to himself. <All those SPECTER mess...>
Then he saw it. He was flying above the 7-11. And there was an unusual thing that caught his unintended attention.
Nothing but a common burglar.
<Oh, is this my job?> he sighed. <What a glory.>
He didn't know how it could happen. But when he woke up from the nightmare, the same nightmare that had been haunting him for years, the first thing that came to his mind was a croaking sound. An annoying sound of a lame creature.
The crow stood in his window. The creature looked at him. Intensely staring with the empty black eyes.
"What do you want?" Jimmy asked, between there and not. There was also a crow in his dream.
The crow just croaked. And in his upset condition, Jimmy reached for a capo (tool for fretting guitar) on the table and threw it immediately at the crow. It hit at the head. The animal didn't evade. The crow made an attempt to fly, but uselessly flapped its wings and fell forward into the room.
Jimmy picked it up. And acquired the DNA before it stops breathing.
Then, throw it outside.
Now, the night after, he went out from the apartment and walked into the alley. No reason to stay inside. SPECTER was really a mess. They didn't even gave briefing or direction or what... And fine, if they wanted us to move by ourselves, he'll gladly move by himself.
So now Jimmy morphed into the crow and tested his wings. One thing to note : morphing suit was a sick drawback. The Andalites should really fix the problem up, he cannot wander around in some hair-metal skinny pants and emo tight shirt -- he looked like a bargain basement loser.
But it was a different thing. Now, for the first time, he flied. He flied through the dark alley, using the night wind to flap his wings with some effort. But the sight -- now he understood why the crows are low-brow birds. They are like night sky thugs. And the instinct.
He hates the instinct.
But he did enjoyed the flight.
<Useless flight, huh? What am I looking for, anyway? That dark-eyes woman? Or maybe her companion?> said Jimmy to himself. <All those SPECTER mess...>
Then he saw it. He was flying above the 7-11. And there was an unusual thing that caught his unintended attention.
Nothing but a common burglar.
<Oh, is this my job?> he sighed. <What a glory.>