The Prancing Pony

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to have superpowers? Trust me, it’s not all it’s cracked up to be. Especially if you were created in a laboratory to be some sort of secret weapon. At least I don’t have to wear spandex.

So basically, I am an item. A product. An artifact, if you will. I am nothing more than a machine, made to hunt, kill, and destroy. I have been given so much power it’s hard to believe I have only been on this earth for a mere fourteen years. You would never guess it if you looked at me. Mainly because even if you did, you wouldn’t have seen me anyway.
I am programmed to stay invisible whenever I am off Premises. When I am on a mission. When I am sent out to destroy yet another life of yet another pitiful human mortal. That’s why all the deaths caused at my hands are so intimidating: there is absolutely no evidence. No fingerprints; because I have none. No footprints; because I do not walk. No scraps of clothing; for it is invisible. No DNA; for I am nothing. My skin has been made to resist extreme heat, cold, and all manner of explosives. My muscles have been built up so I can lift the heaviest of safes, loaded with gold, onto my slender teenage back and haul them away. It’s easier than you might think, especially when you can fly. You get better leverage from the air than you do on the ground, and pulling something from above is a lot easier than from below. I used to think that my spindly wings couldn’t hold my weight, much less anything else. But, through trial and error, I have tested the limits of my powers, which just so happen to be very few.

So that’s how I ended up here, on the Premises. I was in the Officer’s room, getting the instructions for my next mission. I was listening with my head cocked to one side, a sleek silver gun in my hand and my dragonfly wings fluttering impatiently. I examined the weapon. It was a new model, with a laser instead of bullets. Supposedly could kill without any visible damage. I was itching to try it out on the Officer, but held back my animal instincts. He got on my nerves, but a boss was a boss, and I had no other choice.

“So you break in here,” he said, tapping a spot on the projection of a map. It was a layout of a house.
“And the computer is here. He should leave at 7:56, and you should have a while before he gets back.” I nodded. A computer hack. An easy job. The Officer nodded; my cue to leave.

I stood on the runway, feeling the cool breeze run through my hair. I stared down the long stretch of pavement, trying to remember exactly how I took off last time. It had worked wonderfully; the wind had caught my wings at just the right angle and thrust me up into the sky. I pulled my long dark hair back in a ponytail and unfolded my wings. Then I began to run.
I ran, building speed, faster and faster, until my feet barely touched the ground. I twisted my wings up to catch the current, and then I was gone. Gone into the sky. I was flying.
I flew for hours, just gazing down at the little people. They looked like ants from up here. The smaller-than-Matchbox cars zipped around on ribbons of highways. My tracker beeped at my wrist, telling me I was approaching my destination. Sure enough, I saw the giant white house plopped down in the middle of some trees. I swooped down carefully in the backyard. I had no need to be careful, I reminded myself scornfully. No one could see me anyway.
I landed in the back of the house, next to a huge tree. I slunk closer to the house, going to stand by a window. I folded in my wings. The sun was beginning to set. So I waited.

I waited in the dark with bated breath. I could see the man standing by his counter through the lit window. He took his keys off a hook, went to the garage, and drove away. I waited a minute or two extra, just in case. Then I broke the glass on the window next to where I had been hiding. No alarm went off; I had taken care of that problem already. I reached through the hole in the window and unlocked the latch that held it shut. My hand remained unscathed. It swept open, giving me free access to the home. I slipped in; my black leather pants made no noise as I fluidly moved through the open window. I hovered past the plasma screen TV and giant sectional couch, and into the office. The computer was already on. The dumb man had saved me a few minutes. Every second counts. I clicked to My Documents and printed the files I needed. I pulled a blank CD out of my bag and popped it in the drive. I burned all the documents on the blank, then deleted them off the hard drive. I grinned. I love this job. I seized my CD and papers and slipped them in my bag. I scanned the room, looking for anything else I might need. I spotted the filing cabinet in one corner and tried the drawer. It was locked. I pulled a pin from my hair and picked the lock. Fifteen seconds. Not too bad. I rifled through the files. A couple certificates and useless papers, like resumes. I shut the cabinet, reconsidered, then opened it again. I pulled out a file at random and re-locked the drawer. I smiled to myself. That should drive him nuts. I slipped out as silently as I came, leaving not a fingerprint. Except for the broken glass and missing documents, there was no evidence that I was there.
I felt the cool pressure of my gun beneath my jacket. Good thing there was no use for it. It was kind of a shame, though, to have this wonderful weapon in my hands and not to use it…I spotted a bird flitting through the trees. I pulled out my gun and aimed. I pulled the trigger. The bird dropped from the sky. Just dropped, no shriek like they usually gave. I fluttered over to examine the corpse. No damage whatsoever. Interesting. These weapon-makers were getting better at this.
I bent over and picked up the corpse of the bird. Poor thing. Died for a bit of fun. I shrugged. Might as well put it to good use. I snapped the spine and bit into its flesh. My sharp teeth, almost fangs, sliced through the feathers and got to the good meat. Not too bad, considering it was nothing but a bluebird. I finished my meal and left the corpse there to rot. I wiped the last bits of blood from my mouth, my dark animal eyes gleaming. My wings fluttered nervously, wanting to get back to the sky. I followed my instincts and let them. I flew away, my perfect night vision allowing me to see everything in the light of the moon.
A job well done, I congratulated myself. The Pack should be pleased.

I remember it was dark. I remember that I was running away from something, I’m not sure what, but it certainly was not the thing that found me. I remember sitting on the side of the road crying, the dim glow from the street lamps making my tears sparkle. Then the thing showed up. I remember hearing a rustling in the nearby bushes, looking up, and then the hard impact of ground on my skull. I remember the feel of claws through flesh, the warm blood gushing from my many wounds. I could feel my bones snapping and the blood rushing from my body draining what little energy I had left. I could see a flurry of fur and blood all around me. I remember a siren; its approaching lights filled the thing’s eyes with terror. It let out an inhuman shriek. Then all went black.

The next days-or was it weeks, years, even? - were all a blur. I do remember the bright lights, the all white surroundings, and the sickeningly clean smell. I remember waking up every now and then to the bleeping of the heart rate monitor at the side of my bed. I had noticed I was on an IV drip. A figure dressed in all white would rush to my side, check me over, then inject yet another needle into my arm. I would get woozy, the colors would blur, and I would be out again.

I don’t remember anything from before that night. I only remember those two places: the street, and the Chamber. At least, that’s what I called it. There was no other name, since I hadn’t seen more than the one room where I was imprisoned. I say imprisoned only because I couldn’t move, not because I was kept against my will. But if I had known what they had been doing to me in the Chamber, believe me, I would have run. Or flew, more correctly.

i am shocked by your lack of interest in the jonas brothers. so, just for you guys, i made this!!



its them on their episode of hannah montana: me and mr. jonas and mr. jonas and mr. jonas. i have it memorized. :) joe says that, then the other two join in. its a hannah song, just to let you know.

just wanting to wish you all a merry christmas and happy no school! :D i got lots of good stuffs...including the fall out boy cd! im so happy!! thanks so much!! luv you lots...


~juj

heres a little info on my newest obsession (and blog topic) the jonas brothers!! (grandpa this is for you!)

there are three of them, Joe (18) Kevin (20) and Nick (15). they have a younger brother, Frankie, who isnt in the band. they are a disney band, and are going to have a movie out in january, and a tv show this summer. their newest album is self-titled and has songs that were all written by the three brothers. Joe does lead vocals and tambourine :) but can also play the guitar and is going to be playing on their next record. Nick plays guitar and lead vocals (and drums on "Australia"), and Kevin does lead guitar and backup. they are FREAKIN AWESOME and you guys should all listen to their songs!! "s.o.s." is their biggest hit, as of now anyway, and you all shold vote for them on TRL!! heres the s.o.s. music vid, just so you guys can hear it. :D

not so hot of me...but the hair looks good!

sorry i havent been on for a week. i was grounded. the weeks been relatively uneventful, but:

~i have gotten my hair cut (the christmas card pic is already outdated!)
~i have discovered i like mushrooms
~the jonas brothers have filmed a new music video and the nick jonas show part two