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Jc:
Okay then... as you may or may not know, my RPG is based upon a number of short stories that I previously wrote (and some that I are actually still writing.)  They aren't exactly like the RPG, but the characters are very similar and it's mostly the setting that differs.  I love comments on this type of stuff, so if you have any suggestions/praise, I would love to hear it.  I'm only going to put up one part a day just so I don't overload anyone.

So, um, here's part 1.  Please, comments?

     The agent approached the house.  He checked his map with a small flashlight.  It was one in the morning on a cool autumn night.  Soon, the leaves would fall from the trees and rot away.
     He had found the right house.  This was it.  It was a pleasant looking little two-story cottage- very clean.  A little girl lived here.  She was the target.
     The agent was clad in a black suit that covered him all over, save his face.  There in the face-hole was a gas mask, which was to be used with the knockout gas in his backpack.  The backpack also contained a knife, a lock-pick, and a sack.  On his shoulder was the only marking on him- an Omega.
     Using the lock-pick, Agent Omega crept into the house.  It was pitch dark, so he had to turn on the flashlight.  He climbed the stairs near the front of the house.  On his right was a door.
     Through the door was a baby?s room.  The young boy was not the target.  He had been sleeping and did not notice the black-clad man sneak in and draw his knife.
     Agent Omega left the child?s room.  He scuttled silently into the parents? room and did them in with the knife silently.  No one had heard a thing.
     For most people, death is a thing that brings about feelings of regret and sorrow.  The agent, however, does not let feelings get in the way of his job.  The project must be completed.
     The last person in the house was a little girl.  She was still asleep in her room.  However, when the agent walked in, she noticed immediately.  She screamed and threw a pillow at the intruder.
     The agent shoved the pillow away, and with a menacing laugh, took out his knockout gas.
     The small girl, who was only three years old, shrieked and hid herself underneath her bed.  She was scared, and she had every right to be.  She was in the dark with a stranger.
     Agent Omega sprayed the gas and heard the shrieking stop.  He reached underneath the bed with one hand and pulled out the unconscious little girl from under the bed.  She was the right one.  Pale face, long blond hair- a perfect little angel.
     The man stuffed the girl into a bag and went downstairs.  He destroyed all of the smoke alarms and lit a match.  It erupted into flames on the floor as agent omega stole into the night.


ELEVEN YEARS LATER?


     Joe was lying in bed face up.  He never slept face up.  It was midnight on a cold morning.  He had a cold.  For some reason, when he had a cold it would keep him up at night.  All there was to do was to think.  This resulted in a lot of thinking.
     Joe said to himself, ?Ah, crap, it?s gonna be a long night.?
     He had no idea of how right he was.


     She ran as fast as she could.
     She ran from something, someone, to nowhere, no one.  She barely knew anything about herself.  She knew her name, Esther, or at least she thought that was it.  She knew her age, which was fifteen years.  She knew that it was snowing, that she was in a plot of woods.  She knew that she was only wearing an overcoat.  She knew she was running.  She knew she had to run.
     Esther wasn?t ignorant or anything.  She had an education.  She was a sophomore.  She didn?t know where the education had came from, but she had it.  She knew that she spoke English fluently.  She knew how to keep a house- how to sew, cook, and make things look nice.  She wasn?t ignorant- she was lost and confused.
It seemed like hours before she saw something else.  The snow was chilling her feet and making her stumble, and after a harsh fall, Esther looked up.  It was a house- the lights weren?t on, but she could make out the outline of it.  
     She had emerged in someone?s backyard.  It was a one-story house with an open basement.  (There was a hill to the side of it.)  She went around the above ground pool to the right and went up a hill.  The hill was a driveway, and it was hard and cold.  She saw a door to her left, which led outside.  She rang the doorbell and shivered in the cold.


     Joe rolled and moaned in his bed at the sound of the doorbell.  He felt like yelling.  He had to watch his mother emerge from her bedroom across the hall.  Fear was not part of Joe right now.  Frustration was.
     His father and brother were asleep.  Joe was sure of that.
     Out of pure curiosity, Joe quietly raised himself off of his bed and proceeded to creep down the hall with immense stealth.  He just had to see who it was.
     The hallway was short and led to five different areas of the house- the kitchen, the three bedrooms, and the bathroom.  If all else failed, the bathroom would work as an excuse.  The kitchen led to a dining room, a living room, and a main room.  The door was in the main room.  Joe hid behind a glass screen door
     Joe watched as his mother opened the door and closed it for a stranger in a coat.  The person had long strands of hair, which seemed to be green in the light.  Not a dyed green, but a pure, bright green
     While Joe could only make out a bit of hair, his mother could make out the person?s whole face.  She seemed a bit nervous.  She barely made out her words as she talked.  ?Can I help you at all, young lady?? she said.  Joe was glad that it was a girl.  He needed some female companionship.
     The girl in the hood then spoke.  She talked quietly, yet melodiously, with no accent.  ?Hello, my name is Esther.  Could I please have a place to stay for a while?  I have nowhere to go and I need a home for now.?
     She took off her hood.
     Joe was stunned.  The girl was beautiful, yet strange.  She had a face that could beat Helen of Troy?s by at least a thousand-fold.  It was clean and pure and pale, surrounded by long, cascading green hair.  It was exactly as Joe had seen it before through the hood.  He next noticed her ears, which were pointed.  Like the ears of an elf, he thought.  They were very strange, but they were quite remarkable as well, since they seemed quite natural.  Her eyes, which Joe only saw for a moment, were a pale yellow.  They were also fitting for her.  She was just stunning, but in an indescribable way.
     ?Well, don?t you have a family?? Joe?s mother asked.
     Her response was, ?No, I do not.?
     ?Well now, why not??
     ?I don?t know.?  Esther looked sad as she said that.  To the best of her knowledge, she was telling the truth.
     ?How old are you??
     ?I?m 15 years old, I think.?  Again, Joe was stunned.  That was his age.
     Joe?s mother was stunned too.  She said something about Joe without saying his actual name.
     After she had finished talking about him, Joe immediately slipped and fell.  He wasn?t what you would graceful.
     He looked up at the two astonished women.  Both were surprised at first, and then Esther couldn?t help giggling at the pathetic lump on the ground.  Joe smiled playfully, leaped up into the air and brushed himself off.  For a split second, he saw into Esther?s eyes and at her soul.  The only adjective he could come up with to describe it was ?lonely.?
     ?Uh, hi, I?m Joe.  I?ll meet you later, Esther.  Uh, um, bye!?  And before his mother could say a word, he dashed off to the bathroom.
     Joe?s mother sounded like she didn?t care, but she really was angry with him.  ?There he is.  You might like him.?
     Esther was still giggling.
     Joe could hear very little from the bathroom, and he was in there for at least half an hour.  All he could make out was an ecstatic squeal from the girl and his mother babbling something about getting her some clothes.  That meant that she would stay for at least a little while.  Joe didn?t have all of the answers he wanted yet, so he waited until he heard his mother go into her room and shut the door several times.  Then he creaked the bathroom door open and went to the living room.
     There on the couch laid Esther.  She was awake, in some of Joe?s mother?s pajamas.  She had a blanket that covered her up to her stomach.  That was the first time that Joe saw the size of the girl?s breasts.  Joe was very much pleased by this, but didn?t say it out loud.
     He sat down on the nearby chair.  Both of them had questions and answers.
     Joe had a weak smile on his face.  It wasn?t the same smile as before.  This one was more pleasant than nonsensical.
     ?Uh, hi again.  I, uh, came to check on you.?  He was quiet and careful, so no one would hear him who was trying to sleep.
     ?Oh, I?m fine.  Thank you.?  As Esther spoke, she took off her blanket and sat up.
     ?So you really don?t know your own family??
     ?I don?t really know anything about my past.?
     ?Oh.?
     Their conversation was awkward at first.  Joe wasn?t known for his lengthy talks.
     Joe attempted to start a conversation.  ?You?re the same age as me- then you must be a sophomore, right??
     ?I would think so.?
     ?Maybe I can get you into my classes at school.  Yeah, I will!  Algebra II, English, French, does that sound good to you?  Wait, can you play a musical instrument??
     Esther laughed at how quickly Joe overcame his timidness.  She had never seen a real musical instrument before.  ?Sure, that will be fine.?
     She could see the excitement on Joe?s face.  He had been looking at her for some time now.  He looked entranced.  Joe broke the trance by saying something completely out of the blue.  ?Why are your ears pointy?  I really like ?em.?
     ?Well, I really don?t know.?  She started rubbing one of them.  ?They are very nice.  Thank you.?  She giggled again.  ?It?s getting late.  We should get some sleep for tomorrow.?
     Joe smiled at her, hoisted himself off of his chair and left the room, saying, ?Don?t worry, tomorrow?s Sunday!?


     Joe got back into his bed.  He was tired, and it was now 1:00 in the morning.  At least it was the weekend.
     As he started to close his eyes, Joe caught a glimpse of a light emitting from the doorway.  He looked up.
     Esther was stand there, blanket in hand.
     She had to whisper as to not wake anyone. ?Do you mind if I sleep with you tonight? I?m lonely.?
     Joe?s eyes popped wide open.
     ?That is not what I mean.?  She caught her error and blushed.
     ?Yeah, I didn?t think so.?  He sat up.  ?Are you taking the floor??
     ?Yes.?  She laid her blanket in the middle of the room.  She laid down on it and folded it over.
     ?Do you need a, um, pillow??
     ?Yes, thank you.  You?re so sweet.?  This time it was Joe?s turn to blush.  He tossed her a small pillow that said ?CATS? on it.  It also showed small cats all over it.
     ?I?m glad I met you, Esther.?
     ?I?m glad I met you too, Joe.?
     They both fell asleep instantly.


This is the end of part 1.

Spellshaper:
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Jc:
This keeps getting funnier, so I hope you enjoy the next part.  It's morally charged, too!

That night, both Joe and Esther slept well.  However, both of them had strange nightmares.
     Joe?s nightmare was short and lucrative.  He was exploring the surface of the planet Mars when a slime creature clamped itself onto his back.  He collapsed and woke up instantly.  He would think of it as a joke later, but for now, it was scary.
     As for Esther?s nightmare?


     She was in a tube, naked, just floating in a light-green liquid.  Needles and all sorts of devises were hooked up into her arms.  She had oxygen pumped into her bloodstream.  She did nothing but float.
     A sharp pain rushed into her body.  Esther flinched.  She saw scientists in white lab coats with clipboards taking notes.    She pounded on the thick glass prison.  The scientists noted this and wrote on their clipboards.  They didn?t notice the cracks in the glass.
     She pounded again.
     The glass shattered.
     Esther woke up.


     ?AAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!?
     Esther looked up in horror as Joe rose from his bed, clutching his stomach and wailing.  He looked around puzzled, rubbed his gut, and started laughing.  The girl on the floor was extremely confused.
     ?I had? a funny? hehehe??
     ?A dream??
     ?Yeah? hehehe?? He could barely contain his giggling.  ?I?ll tell you later.?
     Esther looked around the room.  It wasn?t as dark now, and small beams of light shone through the shades.  It was early in the morning.
     ?What time is it??
     ?Hang on a sec? about 6:30!?  He was looking at a small glowing clock.  ?We?d better go somewhere else.?
     The two sneaked out of the room and into the hall.  They looked into one room and saw Joe?s little brother, still asleep.
     They continued to walk into the living room.  Joe went and opened the vertical blinds; it brightened the room enough to make both of them squint.  For the first time, Esther got a good look at her new friend.
     Joe was, to say the least, out of the ordinary.  He looked like he was half asleep, yet totally awake at the same time.  His light brown hair seemed like a mop compared to Esther?s, which somehow stayed nice throughout the night.  Joe was awfully scrawny, only weighing about 110 pounds.  He was of decent height- about 5?7?.  His white t-shirt and pants did little to increase his size.  All in all, he looked really pathetic.
     Despite his appearance, Joe looked quite happy with his life.  His smile showed it.  Joe was the ?self-proclaimed-most-optimistic person in town?.  High school does weird things to people.
     The two engaged in a conversation about daily life.  Joe didn?t understand why Esther wanted to know so much.  She kept bugging him to tell more, until he finally ran out of things to say.
     ?So that?s it??
     ?Pretty much.?
     Esther looked sad.  She was somewhat disappointed that Joe took such little interest in his own life.  Joe figured he had a boring life.
     ?Well, there are some other things??
     ?Yes??  A small spark of interest appeared in the girl?s eyes.
     ?Things like vacations and school events.?
     ?School events??
     ?Yeah, like dances.?
     ?You dance??
     ?I?ll, uh, show you later, once there?s music??
     ?You don?t have to be embarrassed.?
     ?Too late??
     They both burst out laughing.


     Joe had been waiting in his room.  He was getting bored.  His mother took Esther to get clothes.  His little brother was playing games on the Internet.  Joe did not want to know what his father was doing.
     He looked around his room.  There was nothing to do.  He tried to imagine what Esther was picking out.  Unfortunately, Joe?s brain is not grounded in reality.  He was way off.
Joe had already developed a liking for the girl.  She was sweet, fun, found him exciting, and incredibly hot.  In other words, he had no chance with her.
     He lay down on the floor of his room and tried to take a nap, but ended up drooling a bit.  A normal person would have mistaken him for a man with epileptic seizures.
     Joe spent over an hour doing this.  He only broke out of his comatose state at the sound of a car pulling into his driveway.  Joe wasn?t entirely sure who it was, but he knew it had to be something interesting.
     The boy ran to his brightly lit family room.  Two large windows allowed a person to gaze at a long driveway with a gray garage.  Sure enough, the two were back in his mother?s green Ford Focus.  They came out with their arms full of bags.
     Joe had to open the door to let them into the house.  Esther thanked him for opening it. His mother, however?
     ?There?s one bag left.  Go get it.?
     ?What?  Oh, fine, I?ll get it.?
     It was only 20 degrees outside, and Joe didn?t wear a coat.  He didn?t like the cold at all, and always wished he lived in a warmer place.
     Joe walked over to his mother?s car.  The trunk was still open, and one bag was left.  Just out of curiosity, he peered in.
     He blushed.  Inside the bag was Esther?s new underwear.


     Joe brought the bags in and put them on the kitchen counter along with the others.  Esther was sitting on one of the chairs there.  She got up and out of her chair.  She had a sweet smile on her face.
     ?Come look at these clothes with me!? she said.  The more Joe saw her, the more she looked like an everyday person.  The pointed ears and green hair really didn?t seem to matter anymore.  To Joe, Esther was just a very beautiful girl.
     ?Well? Come with me!?  Esther grabbed Joe?s hand and some of the bags and dashed into his bedroom.
     Inside, she placed the bags gently onto the ground and sat on his bed.  She slowly went through each and every garment with him.
     This was not Joe?s idea of fun, but he cooperated.  He was weak-willed around pretty girls.  However, his comments were somewhat limited to nodding his head up and down.
     ?Yep, that?s really nice.  So, uh, why did my mom go and buy you all of these things??
     ?She was just doing something nice.?
     ?I bet she just wanted to shop.?
     ?So, which one is your favorite??
     ?Uh? uh? all of them??
     Esther giggled.  ?You don?t know a thing about clothes, do you??
     ?Right.?
     ?Oh no!  I promised your mother that I would make lunch!  Excuse me!?  She stood up and started for the door.?
     ?She?s making you do this??
     ?No, I volunteered.?  She promptly dashed out the door, leaving it open.  The cat walked right in.  Joe allowed it to sit up on his lap.  He called the cat Chip, since he was hungry when he named it.
     ?You like the new girl, don?tcha, Chippy?  Huh?  Huh??  he baby-talked the cat.  The truth was, he was acting loopy ever since Esther arrived.  He was nicer, friendlier, and wanted to be pet all the time.  Just having the girl around was enough to lift anyone?s spirits.
     ?Lunch is ready!?
     Joe put down the cat and ran to eat.


     The rest of the day went by slowly.  Esther quickly adapted to Joe?s life, and to the amazement of everyone, she found it pleasant.  It turned out she was a spectacular cook, and she loved to do chores and help out, something Joe hated most of the time.
     But Joe helped out anyway.  She kept asking him to help, so he felt obliged to do so.  He couldn?t say no to her face, and at least she kept things interesting.  She was nice to have around.  It could have been her happy smile or clam demeanor, or even her interest.  Joe thought it was her breasts.  Maybe it was all four.


     Joe was tired.  It was late for him, only 9:00, but he was very sleepy.  He was saying his prayers by his bedside- a longtime custom for his family.  Tomorrow, he would show Esther his school.  That would be exhausting.
     As he finished up his prayer, he happened to glance at his doorway.  Esther was standing there.
     ?Uh? do you wanna sleep here again??
     ?If you don?t mind.?  Her voice no longer sounded sweet and innocent.  It was now drop-dead sexy.
     ?Uh? well, okay.?  He stood up and sat down on his bed.  Something was awry.
     ?You don?t have a blanket.  Want me to get you one??
     ?No, I won?t need one tonight.?  She was wearing her underwear instead of pajamas, and Joe was sure she had bought pajamas.  She walked over and sat down on the bed next to him.
     ?Its gonna be really cold??
     ?You can keep me warm.?
     ?How can I do that when I?m up here??
     ?Joe? you have been the nicest person I have ever met.?
     ?Uh, thanks??
     ?No, I mean it.  You have stood by me all day, and you keep making me smile.?
     Joe simply nodded.
     ?I?ve taken a very special interest in you.?
     ?Uh huh.?
     Once again, Joe has proven to be dense around hot girls.
     ?That means I have a crush on you.?
     ?Uh huh.?
     ?Are you okay??  She leaned over to him and kissed him on the cheek.
     ?Oh?  Ohhhhhh??
     ?Now that you understand??
     ?That was my first?? Joe looked serious for a moment instead of brain-dead.
     ?Really?  I think that was mine too?  I? think??
     Esther then leaned on Joe so hard that they both crashed onto the bed.  ?Then things are going to be much more interesting then.?
     ?Uh? things??  Joe turned white all over.  He started shaking.
     ?Do you even have any idea of what I?m talking about??
     ?Uh??
     ?Sex.?
     ?Oh? well?? She was grinning, but it was more of a polite smile.
He smiled faintly and looked into her eyes.
     Once again, he saw her soul.  It had that lonely look again, but this time, it looked as if it was crying.  He thought for a moment, and felt a bit insulted.
     Then he understood completely.
     ?Actually, we better not??
     ?Why not, Joe??
     ?You?re too? good for this??
     Esther?s grin started to fade.  She looked at him with a melancholy smile.  Tears begun to cascade down her smooth cheeks.
     ?You mean, you?ll love me even if we don?t...?
     He nodded, and gulped.  Her beautiful yellow eyes were wet with tears.
     ?I?d rather have you happy.  C?mere, you were right.  You won?t be cold at all.?
     Joe gently tucked the girl and himself into his bed.  They slept soundly in each other?s arms.


This is the end of Part 2.

DJ Omnimaga:
sound pretty cool so far, try to not release too much spoilers tho ;)

Jc:
Ooo, right... well, um, it's different enough, and it only is somewhat similar to one of the RPG's many, many endings, and even then, it .  And frankly, it's not really close enough to matter. :P

Maybe I'll put up a warning when possible spoilers may occur...  

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