The Cursed Angel: Revisited

Yet another insight into what my novel is and what it might be. Another look into the world of LT. 'Fighting' Falcon Wing:

“Need a bit of help?”
I turned around; in front of me was a girl about my height (5’ 5”), fire red hair, sexy build, and the looks of a Mage.
“Did you need help or what?” she asked.
“Uhh…” I sounded like a dork.
“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.” She looked beyond me, “By the way, I’m Ember, Ember Dragonwing.”
Ember strode past me and placed herself between the thugs.
“Ignis sphaira!” Ember shouted.
As soon as she finished those two words, a fire ball ignited from her right hand. She playfully tossed it from hand to hand, giggling at the awe-struck thugs.
“Weren’t you guys coming after me?” she smiled.
One by one, the thugs dropped their weapons and fled toward Jim, who was still on the ground bleeding like hell.
Ember laughed again and looked at her little fire ball, “Thanato…” the fireball went out.
“I’ll get you for this, Wing!!!” It was Jim, “I swear it!!!” He was limping into his car.
“Did you want me to blow it up?” Ember asked, a little bored
“No, let them go.” I looked at my PDTM, “I’m already late as it is.”
“Can I come, uhh…, what did you say your name was again?”
“I guess you can come, and the name’s Wing, Falcon Wing.” I said. I put my best James Bond impression on when I said that.
“Okay, good, I was afraid that I’d have to unpack.”
I looked at her, “You packed already?”
“Of course…” she sighed, “are we gonna go or what?”
“Yeah, let’s—” my phone rang, interrupting me, “Yeah-low!”
“Falcon! We’re taking off now!” Martin shouted, “We’ll be passing over your location in a few seconds”
As if on cue, I heard a jet passing over head.
“Okay, I’m heading up…” I stretched my wings, “see you soon.” I cut the connection.
“Well?” Ember tapped her foot, “Are we going?”
“Yeah,” I clipped my pack on, “We’ve got a jet to catch, climb on.”
Ember climbed on my back and I ran down the alleyway. I extended my wings and I began sprinting to get off the ground. Unfortunately, my wingspan of fourteen feet was grazing the walls of the alley, very painful. But I still got us into the sky.
I called Martin and said four, very crucial words: “Open the fucking door!!!”

And another:

“It’s been a long time since I’ve tasted blood.” she was purring with content.
I screamed, I tried to shake her off but my body wouldn’t respond. I began to black out, and in the process, I began to fall.
“What to do…” Marissa laughed, blood dripping from her ruby-red lips, “I think your wings will go nicely on my trophy wall.”
As my vision began fading, I caught a glimpse of Martin’s Cruzer and something that looked like a huge Eagle… Then, I blacked out.
I came in and out of consciousness, each time; Marissa was either sucking blood from my neck or stroking me and laughing.
I think I was out for a few days until I had a strange dream...

And... Last one I guess:

Zephyr and I flew without conversation and it was about 2:30pm when we actually landed in the cold of Siberia.
*Shiver* “How can anything live here?” Zephyr chattered through his jaws.
“Don’t know…” I replied.
I re-activated my PDTM, lit the projector, and hit the holographic ‘com-link’ button. I was instantly face to face with a mini hologram of Martin (It’s kind of like those Star Wars communicators).
“FALCON!?!?!” Martin was practically falling over in shock, “H-HOW ARE YOU STILL ALIVE!?!?!”
“And a ‘hello’ to you too…” I was kind of tired so I made it quick, “Martin, I need you to fly the plane over here, I’ll activate my tracer and you can fly towards me, got it?”
“Right, we’re in the Philippines, so it might take a few days…”
I knit my eyebrows together, “Why, are you guys in the Philippines?”
“Uhh… Gotta go BYE!!!” Martin immediately cut the connection.
Zephyr walked over and flopped down on the powder snow, “How long are we gonna be here?”
I turned to him, “A few days tops…” what I said was, unfortunately, my mistake.
Zephyr immediately pounced on me and stuck his face in mine, “A few days?!?” He growled, “A FEW DAYS!?!”
“Yeah, just relax,” I tried to adjust my hands, to no avail, “I might be able to get us a place to stay.”
Zephyr got off and looked at me darkly, “You had better…”
I got up and moved my wings around, nothing broken, bruised injured or otherwise. I pulled up the mini map again and looked at the surrounding 10-mile circle. I had the watch pinpoint a few cabins within flying distance.
“Got ‘em,” I shouted, “Zephyr, come on; we’re going to find a good place to wait this out.
We got airborne and almost immediately spotted the first cabin, unfortunately, it was occupied. Smoke was rising from the chimney.
“Damn… bank to the right and fly a few miles, there’s another one.” I shouted.
We checked house after house, every single one occupied. That is, until…
“Wait! Down there!” I leaped off of Zephyr’s back and began a descending spiral, “There’s one almost covered with snow!”
“What?” Zephyr began to follow in my spiral, “You found one?”
“Yeah… just follow my lead.”
I continued my spiral until I actually hit the knee deep snow, while Zephyr was making his landing; I trudged through the snow and tugged at the door.
“See if you can open the door, Zephyr!” he walked over and pulled the door off of its hinges, “Thanks…”
We walked inside and looked around; this place was well stocked with supplies, not a day old either.
“Hmm… peculiar…” I said to myself. I walked into what looked like a kitchen and saw a note.
Falcon, if you’re reading this, Hermes delivered the safe house… well… safe and sound… LOL… anyways… this place restocks itself, so don’t hesitate to come back anytime…
--Jesus
PS: there’s a button under the sink that shrinks this place into a briefcase if you ever feel like movin’ house. =P
Good guy, Jesus, always there for ya’

For the record, Zephyr is a Tide Dragon... Well, Mr. Fielder does want a hyperlink... so click on ‘Dragons’ if you want to go to probably the closest thing to actual Dragon descriptions that you Mortals can come up with...
Well, this is what I have so far... Anyway, if you have any ideas, see me and I'll check if I can fit them in or somthin...

If I died 2morow, what would youu say 2 me 2day

Hi... If your reading this, congratulations, you've found Martin's blog... of course you're reading this! Anyway, the purpose of this post is to speak my mind about how badly YOU think (or know) I am...
1. Mara: she just pretends to be my friend just to mess with me
2. Katie St.Germaine: She annoys me to the point of no return
3. Matt Garon: he's ashamed/embarassed to even talk or speak to me in public
4. Marissa Bo: she's just a Vamp and there's an ongoing conflict there
5. Mario Tomei: uses me by exploiting the We-Were-Locker-Partners excuse
6. Matt Fielder: He’s just my Teacher that got me chewed out by my parents
7. Sarah Osborne: I can’t think of any reason, just that I’m supposedly annoying
8. Jason Bartkowiak: same as Garon
9. Brendan Lawton: he’s too popular to even care
10. Mark Arnold: pities me
11. Joey Tyler: same as Mark
12. Sara Grunkemyer: Ongoing conflict
13. Alex Ferguson: she’s way too annoying
14. Whats-her-face Valenti: same as Alex

NEW WORD COMBO!!!

OH MY GOD!!!!!!! I HAD A BRILLIANT IDEA OVER BREAK!!! WHAT IF SOMEONE HAD AN EPIC FAIL SO HILARIOUS, BUT DIDN'T KNOW WHAT WORDS TO SAY? WELL, WAIT NO LONGER, FOR I HAVE DEVISED A HILARIOUS COMBO OF FAIL AND 'WOOT'. YEAH, YOU HEARD ME, 'WOOT'!!! I HAVE CREATED "EPIC WOOT" AND HERE IS THE DEFINITION: AN EPIC WOOT HAPPENS WHEN A PERSON FAILS SO BAD THAT IT'S FUNNY TO EVERYONE WHO HAD WITNESSED IT. EVEN THE PERSON WHO FAILED IS LAUGHING. I'VE HAD A FEW BEFORE SO I NOW USE THIS WORD COMBO WHENEVER I FAIL EPICLY. HOPE YOU USE IT TOO. BY THE WAY, MY STORY: THE CURSED ANGEL, IS COMING ALONG WELL, IF YOU'RE WONDERING. I'M ALMOST TO THE PART WHERE THEY GET LOST IN A FREAK SNOWSTORM. BUT CAN'T GET TOO FAR INTO THAT. LATERS!!! L=<

Ugh... Valentines Day X-P

Okay, If you’re reading this, you’re now sworn to secrecy. The only reason: Dragons. But, that’s beside the point. Anyway, Dragons are a very festive bunch, being sentient (intelligent). They celebrate all of the holidays that the countries they live in celebrate. Basically, Different Species of Dragons celebrate different holidays. For example, the Lung (AKA Asian Lung), is a Chinese dragon that celebrates the Chinese New Year by weaving in and out of the fireworks launched from below. American Dragons, which resemble the shape of the European Dragon, are darker in coloration ranging from pure black to midnight blue. They celebrate Independence Day, Memorial Day, and Labor Day. Anyway, Valentine’s Day is one of the major holidays that the A.D.s celebrates.
Don’t ask me why, I’ve been investigating it for seventy years! That’s a good chunk of my life right there! I’ve only been alive for… uh… about a-hundred-and-fourteen years! But back to the matter at hand… Male Dragon Tamers haven’t understood the workings of the higher-ranking Female Tamers, that’s because WE have to do all of the work! Cooking, cleaning, and the *shiver* laundry… The females always disappear for the whole week before Valentine’s Day. And we found out why in 2008: they help dragons ask the loves of their lives out. Typical… Girls messing around in the affairs of natural selection; Ugh… Being a rogue, I help a little myself. Sort of… What I did to the girls was:
A. Egged them
B. Threw water ballons
C. Glued them to their seats
D. Replaced their hair gel with itching powder mixed with water
E. Dug a pitfall
F. Flushed the toilet when they were in the shower
G. Set the spray nozzle on ‘on’ when they used the sink
H. Covered the doorways in saran wrap
I. And Hijacked all of their cars and sank them in the Detroit River.
I got chewed out so-o bad after that I was sent to the Reform Center for Unruly Tamers. AKA: Stevenson High School. Four years later, I’ll get them back. But While I’m here, better start planning.
= j

New Tamers Wanted!!!

Reader,
I thought that I'd mix it up this year and advertise being a 'Tamer'. Being a Tamer does have it's advantages; Near-perfect eternal life for example. You kill yourself, you're dead. But anything else (guns, knives, DragonFlame) you might live. Depending. ANY way... Tamers, when they start, get a copy of The Tamer Code. Tamer Code is a set of rules that Tamers must comply with otherwise they get… well… punished. But there is some lenience, New Tamers receive five blank lines in their handbook for rules they write themselves. I put a copy of my own Code below so you can see an example of what The Code looks like. Anyway, I wrote this for a reason so… If you would like an application, see me for information.
--Martin Jaramillo
Livonian Dragon Tamer

Translation of Tamer Code
1: Male Tamers must respect females.
2: Tamers must respect Everyone's True Names.
3: Tamers must not harm the Dragon Race.
4: Tamers must defend the public from the Rampages of Dragons.
5: Tamers must always keep their True Names to themselves and their most trusted friends.
6: Tamers must record all Dragon encounters.
7: Tamers must not show their copy of the Tamer Code to other Tamers.
8: Tamers must respect their corresponding Religions.
9: Friends are a Dragon Tamer’s most valued asset; and Greatest Weakness.
My Five ‘Self-Written’ Rules*
11-15: Martin may…
a. opt out of recording Dragon Encounters.
b. Seclude himself from ‘friends’ if he wishes.
c. opt out of defending the public
d. convert between being a ‘rogue†’ D.T. to a ‘regular’ D.T. whenever he wants.
e. be allowed to hurt Dragons when need be.

* New Tamers are allowed to add five rules of their own.
† Rouges may do whatever they want with their belongings. (Including their Tamer Code)

Cursed Angel: Mission Unknown

“Why am I in this situation?” I thought hastily


Here I am, sprinting down an alleyway, behind me…
“Hey, freak! Come back so we can kick your ass!” said a voice
“How ‘bout ‘no’?” I yelled.
My answer: three shots from a 45 caliber Smith & Wesson pistol. All that was going through my head at that time: “I to effing young to die!”
“Oh, come on kid, were just going to put some lead in ya!” shouted the voice.
“Yeah, lead!” said another.
“Great, company…” I thought nervously.
I rounded the corner, and found myself in a dead end. Not good. Being in a dead end with a small gang of jocks after you, in Livonia is very, very bad!
“Hey you son of a bitch! I’m right here.”
I turned around; it was Jim Schmitzky, the school hotshot (bully)
“You ready for your seven oh clock beating, Jones?” Jim spat.
I didn’t answer; I was too freaked out to do it.
“I need to know, kid!” He warned.
I tried to inch around the side to get away but the other kids who were with him blocked my hasty escape.
“N-No. I’m not r-ready for it.” I stammered.
“Wrong answer.” He said flatly. There was one shot...

Great start huh? yup... story being started by your's truly. please suggest some things for the main part. Doomo Arigatoo. =]

Dragons

Readers,

Welcome to The Dragon's Lair; My haven for the hidden, cove for the cryptic, or whatever the hell you want to call it. My home for all of the things fear has bred but man has never understood. This time, we delve into the mysterious world of the Dragon. The Draco (commonly Dragon) is a fascinating creature, shrouded in myth and legend. This is a false statement. The dragon is real! I’ve seen a young one not two years past. It was about 5 ft long (meaning it was about three weeks old or something) and flying a west south westerly direction. The young reptile was probably out on a foraging run about thirty miles from the nest. The limit for these youngsters is about one hundred miles. I stood for a half hour till I regained my senses. I had not told anyone about it until now.
Secrets, of course, don’t last forever. The young dragon is probably out of the nest and well over ten feet by now. Another year, he’ll most likely be looking for the love of his eternal life; not unlike like me, I guess. Anyway, I may see him again. Maybe… The most common dragon in the US would be the Amphiptere, an armless dragon with legs and wings. The dragon may also have front legs depending on the species. These are the species usually stumbled upon guarding treasure or the secrets of the Universe. The most famous dragon of this species is named Quetalcoatl. He was a peaceful dragon, like most, but was driven away from his village, Tollan (The Serene Dragon). I, unfortunately, do not know what has happened to him. Considering dragons are immortal, he should be fine.
They can even breathe in space! Dragons have this innate ability to travel through space somehow! This is my theory on how dragons are so rare.
• The evolution of Humans caused the secrets of dragons to fall into jeopardy
• The majority of the Dragon population flew off into the heavens causing use humans to become the dominant species on Earth.
• Some Dragons (I call them Guardians) stayed behind to oversee our evolution.
• The Guardians, so secluded, seeped their way into our Legends
Yours Truly,
Martin Jaramillo
The Dragon Tamer