Creative Writing: Fallen Angels

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Rose pinched the bridge of her nose as the foul stench that seeped from the strange little green fellow filled the air. It was all she could do to keep herself from telling those that brought her here to go to hell. They had sent a letter, a call to arms so to speak to save the known digital worlds and these were the beings they were allowing in. And where were they, summer camp? Everything seemed so over the top yet all to underwhelming all at the same time. But none of it impressed Rose enough to being to take it seriously. It was as if she were right at the beginning of it all, back with Dart when he was foolishly trying to face a fully grown dragoon all on his own. Some unknown overly cocky punk that got tossed around like a sand bag, …show more content…

Granted some only tried to become what one would call a hero to gain the fame that went with it, so maybe he was the same. Again she had no real idea, and at the moment who they all were wasn't her main concern. What really bothered her was the strange camp they found themselves …show more content…

It was than she noticed how hard Jack was staring at her. She had no idea what he wanted, but wasn't about to be intimidated. She returned his stare for a short moment before turning away unafraid of any threat the man could become. In truth she figured he was just as confused or questing as much as she was. It seemed she did so just in time as their task was set before them and the timer started. Mario took off without a second thought, the man easily working over the tires before stopping and looking back. Next Major looked to her and said to help Prinny if he needed it. "Oh of course, you two go ahead I'll take care of him." she said sharply before the man took off over the tires ahead of the two of them. Taking a breath Rose looked to Prinny and sighed, "All right short stuff, let's get this over with." she said before waving one hand to encourage him to begin moving forward through the first obstacle. She watched as the short peg legged creature began to work his way through the tires. Each step seemed to take a great deal of effort. And for a moment Rose had no idea what she wanted to do more, laugh or groan. She reached up with on hand and pinched the bridge of her nose and realized that they were all in for a very long day at this

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