Introducing, the Mutant Freak Show!: Coming back home

Welcome to my blog!

Hi. If you haven't read the "Introducing....." Section thingy on here, do that now, then come back and read the rest of this.

Ok, done reading now? Good for you. A big thumbs up if you actually did what I said, because there is no way I'm going to explain on here what I explained on there. Ahem. That's the cue for everyone who hasn't read the "Introducing......" part yet to go read it. NOW.

For those of you who have read it now or already, I'm happy now. If you still haven't, then you have some serious problems.

As you should already know, I'm a dragon/human hybrid. Surviving is tough sometimes, and it's always getting tougher.

Anyways, for my life in a nutshell, here I go: My twin and I were experimented on for seven years, both of us hybrids. When she didn't make it, I was replaced with her body when she was supposed to be cremated already, and so I made a clean getaway, and so they don't know I'm still alive. I lived in that building for several years before finally escaping with my laptop, which has kept me sane. Last month I met up with Evanna and the Flyers, (Jeremy, Jaime, Morgan, Gorgy and Alice) and we traveled around, now we're just, ya know, around.

And that's my life, shoved, stuffed, and packed into a tiny nutshell.

I fly...

I fly, because I can.
I try, because even if I fail, I can still try again.
They die, because it's either them or me, and I'm not giving up that easily.
The world is tough. I'm tougher.
The evil are strong. But I'm stronger.
They may have the guns and the money and the power.
But I have a will to survive that they can't even come close to understanding.
And it's that will that makes me a killer.
It's that will that means that no matter how many times you knock me down,
I guarantee that I will just get back up again.
And the only thing you've managed to do is piss me off.
So raise that gun. I dare you.
So put your finger on that trigger. I dare you.
But when you find yourself six feet under and pushing up daisies, know that that was a huge mistake you made.
Because messing with me will only lead you in one direction.
And that directions leads straight to death.

Saturday, May 24, 2008

Coming back home

Note to self: The Japanese do not take kindly to foreigners who decide Japan is a good place to "aquire" things.

Let's just say that I might have maybe gotten caught. Who knew those Japs were so damned fast?

I mean, I have mutant abilities on my side. But I also had a really, really, really heavy television in my hands. Slows a girl down.

. . .

Don't ask. Long story that I don't feel like telling.

Basically, I got caught.

24 hours later, I was in a Japanese prison.

36 hours later I managed to break out.

3 hours later I was safely in the water, a full dragon with Iukekini riding on my back. He's writing a story of our lives together. Here's an excerpt I managed to steal from his passworded document. Who knew he would be so secretive about it? It took me two hours to crack that code!

There's a fine line between what's real and what's not supposed to be real. My life definently falls on both sides of that line. One one hand, the greater part of my life has been spent living a normal life in Hawaii. On the other, I'm dating a dragon.

Yeah, kinda fictional if you ask anyone, but it's purely true to me. Saria's the greatest girl in the world. And she can kick some serious ass when she wants to.

But that line is so fine that I don't care anymore. I don't care that if I told anyone about Saria, they'd lock me up in the wacky shack. I don't care.

Because I love her.

I know, I know. "It can't really be love."

But what else to call this feeling? It's certainly not infatuation. And I'm no Romeo. I'm not in love with the idea of being in love.

I truely love her.

Every time I look in her eyes, something in me soars, and I feel lighter then I do when she takes me flying.

It's a feeling that even the most advanced scolars can't describe.

But enough with the mushy stuff. The truth is, I'm in mortal trouble here. Saria isn't exactly. . . inconspicuous. She likes to be flashy when she can. And that gets us into a lot of trouble.

Aww, isn't he so sweet?

I love you too, babe.

Anyways, my own story is coming along. You know, the one about the vampires? Yeah.

It's strange sharing a laptop with Iukekini, since we're both writers. I have GOT to get him his own. 'Course, getting him one like mine would mean wayy too much trouble, since I don't want to be caught by the 'coats or nothin.

Well, I gotta go. We're taking refuge on a ship going from Japan to California. If you're gonna be on the beach, look out for a big purple sea monster and wave. I'll make sure to wave back.

Love ya'll!