RubyEclipse
05-31-2003, 12:03 AM
This story should be something slightly fresh and new for most of you guys here at the boards ( a change which I feel is much welcomed) From the ordinary action/adventure fics that are popping up. Not saying those are bad fics (on the contrary), but this fic is more of a "Sherlock Holmes" Type of story, a "Who done it?", if you will.
This isn't anything up to par with the best mystery novels out there, but I do hope that it will at least have you guessing...with that, I give you the first of the three part short story:
:The Guardian:
"So...I....guess..you're..Dark Diamond?"
A HUmar in a black costume with long, black hair stood in front of an old man.
"Yeah. I'm Dark Diamond.", the HUmar replied, "But just call me Dark."
Dark looked around him at the Hunter's guild. He saw the stars outside of the large glass wall, the games of checkers and chess on the tables, and the ever present twins that ran the front desk.... He had come here for a quest...
...a strange quest....but with a 50,000 meseta reward, he wasn't about to turn it down. A guy has to make a living somehow, doesn't he?
The old man, with grey hair and a wrinkled face, rung his hands together nervously as he spoke.
"Well...I...g-guess...you know....wh-wh-why...I-I called you...here.."
Dark restated the information he had been given when he took the quest:
"Find a missing eight year old girl. Her name is Anna Lynn Bell. She dissapeared two days ago."
"....r-right...."
Dark studied the old man carefully. Perhaps a grandpa to the little girl?
"Are you... a relative of hers?", he asked.
"No...not r-rreally." This man seemed to studder a lot. "I...I'm her n-neighbor...such a ... sweet girl...her parents....they...
...they never r-really took v-very good care of her...her mother neglected her...her father was always at work...I t-think she may have...r-run away...please find her!"
He handed dark a piece of paper. It read : "Anna Lynn Bell. Age: 8 Address: 87234 Arrow road."
"This is where she lived, I take it?"
"y-yes..our house is just right next to it.."
Well, wasn't that convienent, seeing as how they were neighbors. This man could sure state the obvious..
"Ok. Thanks.." Dark put the paper in his pocket and walked out to his hovercar. He opened the top, got in, and shut the glass dome back over him. Outside the old man hobbled out the doors just in time to yell "G-g-good luck!!"
"I may need it.", Dark thought as he started the hovercar and flew off.
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Pioneer 2. The ship built to take 40,000 refugees from coral to Ragol. This city was full of all sorts of people and androids. Life was fine, with only crimes occuring now and then. People were friendly for the most part; after all, you were chosen to go on pioneer 2. It wasn't just you, it was all of your family.
it was kind of like a draft; yet if a husband's name was called, he could take his entire family along with him. The ship was huge, with many sub ships following closely. A few families got to go because of connections; but most of the military had already left, and the scientists as well...
For many, life was good....nothing big ever happened...
..And Dark hated it.
He hated this ship, this hell of a voyage he had been sent on without a choice. He wished he could have stayed on coral....
How he longed to breathe in fresh air from a planet again; to look up and see the sun while his feet rested in soft grass....
..Virtual reality simulators could simulate nothing like the real thing, the true thing...then again, perhaps that is why they call them "Virtual Reality."... He was in his early twenties now, and had been in his teens when the voyage had begun. So many long years of waiting....
.....
Dark stopped the hovercar and looked out at the house.
"Is this really the place?" He looked again at the piece of paper, then at the numbers on the house. "87234......this is it alright."
The house was horribly run down; made of rotting wood, with boarded up windows, and adorned with cobwebs.
"Who uses wood to build a house anymore?", he thought as he stepped onto the sidewalk. The porch was dusty and creaked as he stepped on it. It was a two story house, with a roof like an upside down V, holding on circle window at the very top. It looked almost like a haunted house.
There was a screen door in the front of the house, and he knocked on it twice.
"Go away!" came a voice from inside.
"Open up!"
"GO AWAY! Don't you people have any more respect these days!?" He heard loud thumps as footsteps paraded across the house, and then a woman, probably in her late forties, with a semi-wrinkled face, but who still looked...well...quite ugly, opened the door.
She gasped as she saw him.
"You's a hunta?! What do your kind what wif us?!"
"I need to talk with you about the dissapearance of Anna. Your...."
"Daughter. Well, you should have said so! Come on in, come on in.." She led him into the house. There were objects all over the floors, dusty things, old things, and a few little childrens toys. A teddy bear with its arm ripped off and stuffing hanging out of the hole in its side was also lying on the floor.
They passed what he presumed was the kitchen, with pots and pans all over the place. Finally they reached the living room.
It had a couch, and two recliners; the couch had patches all over it, and the recliners did as well. They were all dusty, and as Dark sat in one he could have sworn he saw a cloud of dust fly up from it. The mother took a seat in the other recliner across from him, and picked up a small picture in a frame from the ground.
She looked at it as dark took out a notepad and began asking questions.
"So..", he began. "Can I get your full name?"
"Martha lynn Bell..", she said.
"Lynn? The same middle name as--"
"--as my daughter. Yes.." she said sadly.
"And your husbands name?"
"Carl Bell.."
Dark marked down a heading on his paper. It read "Suspects." Below it were the names "Martha Bell and Carl Bell."
"Martha, why didn't you tell the police about Anna's dissapearance?"
"I did."
"When?"
"Just yesterday."
"Can I ask why you waited a day to call them?"
Martha held the picture close to her chest. "Because I was worried...."
Dark noticed the picture and got a bit curious. "May I see the picture?"
Martha reluctantly handed it over.
On it was a young girl, holding a teddy bear. She had curly yet long blond hair, and a cute face, with large eyes and a dimple on her left cheek.
"Is this...Anna?"
"That's her alright..."
"So....looks like she loved that bear.. too bad she's probably dead now..."
The mother put her head in her hands.... Suddenly she sprung up.
"JUST SHUT UP! YOU'RE NO POLICE MAN, SO GET OUT MY HOUSE! GET OUT!! GET OUT!!!GET OUT!!!" She screamed, now in tears. Dark got up and calmly walked out of the house with the picture in his hand, letting the screen door swing as he walked down the sidewalk. He got in the hovercar, and drove off.
"Next stop...", he thought. "...Carl Bell."
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What did you think? I'd love to hear some responses, as well as guesses to what has happened so far into the story! Thanks!
This isn't anything up to par with the best mystery novels out there, but I do hope that it will at least have you guessing...with that, I give you the first of the three part short story:
:The Guardian:
"So...I....guess..you're..Dark Diamond?"
A HUmar in a black costume with long, black hair stood in front of an old man.
"Yeah. I'm Dark Diamond.", the HUmar replied, "But just call me Dark."
Dark looked around him at the Hunter's guild. He saw the stars outside of the large glass wall, the games of checkers and chess on the tables, and the ever present twins that ran the front desk.... He had come here for a quest...
...a strange quest....but with a 50,000 meseta reward, he wasn't about to turn it down. A guy has to make a living somehow, doesn't he?
The old man, with grey hair and a wrinkled face, rung his hands together nervously as he spoke.
"Well...I...g-guess...you know....wh-wh-why...I-I called you...here.."
Dark restated the information he had been given when he took the quest:
"Find a missing eight year old girl. Her name is Anna Lynn Bell. She dissapeared two days ago."
"....r-right...."
Dark studied the old man carefully. Perhaps a grandpa to the little girl?
"Are you... a relative of hers?", he asked.
"No...not r-rreally." This man seemed to studder a lot. "I...I'm her n-neighbor...such a ... sweet girl...her parents....they...
...they never r-really took v-very good care of her...her mother neglected her...her father was always at work...I t-think she may have...r-run away...please find her!"
He handed dark a piece of paper. It read : "Anna Lynn Bell. Age: 8 Address: 87234 Arrow road."
"This is where she lived, I take it?"
"y-yes..our house is just right next to it.."
Well, wasn't that convienent, seeing as how they were neighbors. This man could sure state the obvious..
"Ok. Thanks.." Dark put the paper in his pocket and walked out to his hovercar. He opened the top, got in, and shut the glass dome back over him. Outside the old man hobbled out the doors just in time to yell "G-g-good luck!!"
"I may need it.", Dark thought as he started the hovercar and flew off.
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Pioneer 2. The ship built to take 40,000 refugees from coral to Ragol. This city was full of all sorts of people and androids. Life was fine, with only crimes occuring now and then. People were friendly for the most part; after all, you were chosen to go on pioneer 2. It wasn't just you, it was all of your family.
it was kind of like a draft; yet if a husband's name was called, he could take his entire family along with him. The ship was huge, with many sub ships following closely. A few families got to go because of connections; but most of the military had already left, and the scientists as well...
For many, life was good....nothing big ever happened...
..And Dark hated it.
He hated this ship, this hell of a voyage he had been sent on without a choice. He wished he could have stayed on coral....
How he longed to breathe in fresh air from a planet again; to look up and see the sun while his feet rested in soft grass....
..Virtual reality simulators could simulate nothing like the real thing, the true thing...then again, perhaps that is why they call them "Virtual Reality."... He was in his early twenties now, and had been in his teens when the voyage had begun. So many long years of waiting....
.....
Dark stopped the hovercar and looked out at the house.
"Is this really the place?" He looked again at the piece of paper, then at the numbers on the house. "87234......this is it alright."
The house was horribly run down; made of rotting wood, with boarded up windows, and adorned with cobwebs.
"Who uses wood to build a house anymore?", he thought as he stepped onto the sidewalk. The porch was dusty and creaked as he stepped on it. It was a two story house, with a roof like an upside down V, holding on circle window at the very top. It looked almost like a haunted house.
There was a screen door in the front of the house, and he knocked on it twice.
"Go away!" came a voice from inside.
"Open up!"
"GO AWAY! Don't you people have any more respect these days!?" He heard loud thumps as footsteps paraded across the house, and then a woman, probably in her late forties, with a semi-wrinkled face, but who still looked...well...quite ugly, opened the door.
She gasped as she saw him.
"You's a hunta?! What do your kind what wif us?!"
"I need to talk with you about the dissapearance of Anna. Your...."
"Daughter. Well, you should have said so! Come on in, come on in.." She led him into the house. There were objects all over the floors, dusty things, old things, and a few little childrens toys. A teddy bear with its arm ripped off and stuffing hanging out of the hole in its side was also lying on the floor.
They passed what he presumed was the kitchen, with pots and pans all over the place. Finally they reached the living room.
It had a couch, and two recliners; the couch had patches all over it, and the recliners did as well. They were all dusty, and as Dark sat in one he could have sworn he saw a cloud of dust fly up from it. The mother took a seat in the other recliner across from him, and picked up a small picture in a frame from the ground.
She looked at it as dark took out a notepad and began asking questions.
"So..", he began. "Can I get your full name?"
"Martha lynn Bell..", she said.
"Lynn? The same middle name as--"
"--as my daughter. Yes.." she said sadly.
"And your husbands name?"
"Carl Bell.."
Dark marked down a heading on his paper. It read "Suspects." Below it were the names "Martha Bell and Carl Bell."
"Martha, why didn't you tell the police about Anna's dissapearance?"
"I did."
"When?"
"Just yesterday."
"Can I ask why you waited a day to call them?"
Martha held the picture close to her chest. "Because I was worried...."
Dark noticed the picture and got a bit curious. "May I see the picture?"
Martha reluctantly handed it over.
On it was a young girl, holding a teddy bear. She had curly yet long blond hair, and a cute face, with large eyes and a dimple on her left cheek.
"Is this...Anna?"
"That's her alright..."
"So....looks like she loved that bear.. too bad she's probably dead now..."
The mother put her head in her hands.... Suddenly she sprung up.
"JUST SHUT UP! YOU'RE NO POLICE MAN, SO GET OUT MY HOUSE! GET OUT!! GET OUT!!!GET OUT!!!" She screamed, now in tears. Dark got up and calmly walked out of the house with the picture in his hand, letting the screen door swing as he walked down the sidewalk. He got in the hovercar, and drove off.
"Next stop...", he thought. "...Carl Bell."
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What did you think? I'd love to hear some responses, as well as guesses to what has happened so far into the story! Thanks!