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H_P_M · 6th March 2001, 08:24 PM

Alright Mesa dosen't own nothing. If I did, I would be on there and u would be worshiping me..LOL. J/K..or I'm I. Ok here is a little of sumthang. Dosen't yet have a title...so here yah go.

“GET UP PEACEKEEPER!”
Nice voice to wake up to. That was the first thought that went through John Crichton’s mind. John tried to look up at the owner of the voice but no such luck, it was to dark to see her or him or IT for that matter. “Are you deft or same thing, I said GET UP YOU STUPIED PEACE OF DREN!” The voice was of a gurgle and had a spitting sound to it. John then noticed some one’s foot being pressed into his chest continually, and to John that was trying his patience. John resisted the urge to take that foot and turn it a good 90 degree’s the other way; and listen to the sound of the bone cracking under his very own hand, and maybe that would teach the Son of a Bitch to stop messing with him. As John began to blink the sleep out of his baby but icy blue eyes, he than surprisingly got a vicious kick into his already weak stomach. Whoever was telling him to get up in the first place, did not like that John was not progressing, and not getting onto his feet. John fought for the air that was just not there, and the kick caused to have John’s precious air to be knocked out of his defensive lungs. John’s tired and aching body complained as much as it could, and John tried to get up, for fearing to he would be kicked again. John felt the wave of heat flow over his body, and the dizziness then began to set in, causing him to sway. As he stood up, his legs betrayed him and buckled beneath making John come full force to the cold and hard surface of his holding cell.
As John’s body laded upon the rocky and dirty floor, he waited and tensed up trying to prepare his body for the hurt and next powerful blow. But as he waited nothing happened, and instead two sets of hands roughly grabbed a hold of his shoulders and practically throwing them out of there sockets as they stood John on to his feet once more. The dizziness was still making its presence and threatening to make John go head over heels back to the floor again, but the strong hands prevented that. The owners of the two set of hands did not give him any chance to walk on his own free-will, instead just dragged John between them. As John was being dragged along the corridors of holding cells, he then notice the twinge of pain that was nagging at him and looked at why he was getting that feeling. He found the reason, the vice like hands had claws on them like lions, and there were digging into his shoulders and exposed arms.

Ok...u know how this is going to work. if u want more, then frell u will have to reply to it. Cause I mean if u don't like my writing, then I guess U don't want to know what happens, but I would like if yah replyed to it.

So, Want More? Reply!!!!!

Cheerio

Gizzymo · 2nd August 2001, 07:04 PM

i will reply .. very nice .. not clear on were he was at first ..
were was he???
but room for improvent

OzScaper · 29th August 2001, 10:58 PM

that ones easy, he's been captured on some commerce planet by the locals who think he's a peacekeeper

Keep writing, but watch your spelling, cause there's quite a few errors

H_P_M · 1st September 2001, 03:43 AM

dang guys

:laugh2: :laugh2: :laugh2: :laugh2: I haven't even thought about this story, I'll be sure to work on this one. Also I know there where some errors cause that was before I let momma person look at it. The story has a little bit more at the Ultimate, but not much. I'll have to work on it some more sorry guys for putting this up and make it a tease and not finsh it someday I will

. Thanks again guys

6th March 2001, 08:24 PM	#1 (permalink)
H_P_M High Commander WORSHIP ME Join Date: Dec 2000 Location: I'll Let you know, when I get there!!!!!! Posts: 1,820	Alright Mesa dosen't own nothing. If I did, I would be on there and u would be worshiping me..LOL. J/K..or I'm I. Ok here is a little of sumthang. Dosen't yet have a title...so here yah go. “GET UP PEACEKEEPER!” Nice voice to wake up to. That was the first thought that went through John Crichton’s mind. John tried to look up at the owner of the voice but no such luck, it was to dark to see her or him or IT for that matter. “Are you deft or same thing, I said GET UP YOU STUPIED PEACE OF DREN!” The voice was of a gurgle and had a spitting sound to it. John then noticed some one’s foot being pressed into his chest continually, and to John that was trying his patience. John resisted the urge to take that foot and turn it a good 90 degree’s the other way; and listen to the sound of the bone cracking under his very own hand, and maybe that would teach the Son of a Bitch to stop messing with him. As John began to blink the sleep out of his baby but icy blue eyes, he than surprisingly got a vicious kick into his already weak stomach. Whoever was telling him to get up in the first place, did not like that John was not progressing, and not getting onto his feet. John fought for the air that was just not there, and the kick caused to have John’s precious air to be knocked out of his defensive lungs. John’s tired and aching body complained as much as it could, and John tried to get up, for fearing to he would be kicked again. John felt the wave of heat flow over his body, and the dizziness then began to set in, causing him to sway. As he stood up, his legs betrayed him and buckled beneath making John come full force to the cold and hard surface of his holding cell. As John’s body laded upon the rocky and dirty floor, he waited and tensed up trying to prepare his body for the hurt and next powerful blow. But as he waited nothing happened, and instead two sets of hands roughly grabbed a hold of his shoulders and practically throwing them out of there sockets as they stood John on to his feet once more. The dizziness was still making its presence and threatening to make John go head over heels back to the floor again, but the strong hands prevented that. The owners of the two set of hands did not give him any chance to walk on his own free-will, instead just dragged John between them. As John was being dragged along the corridors of holding cells, he then notice the twinge of pain that was nagging at him and looked at why he was getting that feeling. He found the reason, the vice like hands had claws on them like lions, and there were digging into his shoulders and exposed arms. Ok...u know how this is going to work. if u want more, then frell u will have to reply to it. Cause I mean if u don't like my writing, then I guess U don't want to know what happens, but I would like if yah replyed to it. So, Want More? Reply!!!!! Cheerio

2nd August 2001, 07:04 PM	#2 (permalink)
Gizzymo Me Loves Aeryn sun Join Date: Jul 2001 Location: Aldershot U.k Posts: 1,198	i will reply .. very nice .. not clear on were he was at first .. were was he??? but room for improvent

29th August 2001, 10:58 PM	#3 (permalink)
OzScaper OzScaper.com Join Date: Dec 2000 Location: UT's (Otherwise known as Perth, Australia) Posts: 2,099	that ones easy, he's been captured on some commerce planet by the locals who think he's a peacekeeper Keep writing, but watch your spelling, cause there's quite a few errors

1st September 2001, 03:43 AM	#4 (permalink)
H_P_M High Commander WORSHIP ME Join Date: Dec 2000 Location: I'll Let you know, when I get there!!!!!! Posts: 1,820	dang guys :laugh2: :laugh2: :laugh2: :laugh2: I haven't even thought about this story, I'll be sure to work on this one. Also I know there where some errors cause that was before I let momma person look at it. The story has a little bit more at the Ultimate, but not much. I'll have to work on it some more sorry guys for putting this up and make it a tease and not finsh it someday I will . Thanks again guys