Friday, January 25, 2008

Connections Broken











Skreeeeech!








The car skidded to an immediate stop on a remote highway leading to Paris's estate.








" I hate to do this, but put your hands where I can see them." Paris demanded as she pulled a small .22 caliber pistol.








Her glaze was uncompromising and the familarity I once knew was gone. Suddenly her eyes shifted, the heiress revealed her true form.








"Your eyes... They move independent from each other...You are a Chameleo Sapien! But that's impossible!" I felt a chill go down my spine and perspiration beaded on my brow.








The Chameleo Sapien Race was believed to be eradicated by the Columbian guerillas. Their simple existence was destroyed when Pablo Escobar decided that the trees they lived in (Cocaena Trees) yielded something much more profitable then a home. The guerillas showed no mercy taking their homes and their lives. The corrupt Columbian goverment denies the everything. But one amazing attribute the Chameleo Sapiens possessed was the ability to blend in with their surroundings, which explains Paris's survival.






"I was ordered to take you alive. But if you don't cooperate, I have no problem breaking orders." Paris cocked the pistol.






"Who send for me?! Paris don't do this."






"Do you know what it is like to have everything you've ever known and everyone you love to be taken away from you!?" The tears poured out of her lazy eyes.






Her attention detached from me and to the steering column of the Benz. I seized the moment and reached in my jacket pocket to grab the magical golden griffin feather I kept to ward off evil puffins. I drove it right into her back.






"EEEEEEE!" The magic of the feather destroys anything that resembles a bird and in this case it made no exception.


She disappeared in a blinding flash of light. The only thing that remained was a business card with the name and a riddle.


Count John Stamos

Bleeh! Bleeh! You can say my

cards are always a FULL HOUSE!

Ah! Ah! Ah!


Something stunk and it wasn't me. But one thing was for sure, I was going to get to the bottom of this...






1 comment:

Matt and Melody Odell said...

Kangaroo...you have the courage of a thousand mountain lions, the tenacity of a billy goat, and the looks of a sea turtle.