Fanfic: Lifetime

[K.NARREN]

I'm back, but i really want to apologise for my slackness...but as well as continuing my old fanfic, i'm running this one...

The air is horrible down here. You can't breathe without wanting to gag on the foul stench, the sickening smells...i write to you with my last breaths...my research...gone. My assistance...don't need...but my research must not be continued! the heart of the world is in great jepordy! if anyone dares tamper with it...please...let me and my research rest...

CHAPTER 1
Proffessor strog recieved a standing ovation. the applause went on for what seemed an age. The teensies were certainly impressed. Pablo picked up the pieces shyly at the back. he watched as the lums reappaered, then dissapeared as they became the life-saving heart of the world. and what a project. the proffessor seemed to have created a perfect essence...with enough power to sustain an entire planet. the thought of using lums was simple...and strog had done it. all of the lums had created a perfect and harmonius energy. the proffessor held up a hand that signalled everyone to sit. he began his story of how he had braved fierce deserts, biting winds and dangerous animals in his quest to collect all 1000 lums. pablo didn't really mind being left out...
didn't mind at all...
Of course, for pablo, life had always been about following someone better than him. After the whole tonic trouble epidemic, it had been really hard for the world to keep going. but they'd found thier feet and they'd kept at thier work, and everything was right again. the professor had simply bounced back at every trouble thrown at him. It was like taking a walk after a long sit down. but it wasn't like sacrafices had to be made-the teensies had made everything slow and peaceful and generally lazy. So people were people. nothing new. Pablo sneered. He was desperate to come first. many years of painstaking research had gone into it. many, many years. but he still didn't mind being left out... just today.
And boy, did it pour that night. pablo hurried to his lab at the corner of the woods- a house with nothing in the fridge but some bread and cheese. pablo wasn't exactly the rich type. His lab consisted of two test tube bottles and a basin. Pablo sat down to eat... the bread was stale. and he wouldn't be able to buy any in the morning. truth was, he wasn't exactly paid by the proffessor. pablo worked his way round, but now he wasn't even allowed to eat the fruit round his own home. he was lost...and incredibly desperate to return to form. he packed up his lab and slept for a long, long time.
That night, pablo had a long and harrowing dream. It was of his master, who had stolen his invention. He was showing it off while pablo lay in the gutter. Pablo was feeling the rage that had been hidden inside of him, and felt the beast of life just claw its way out and destroy everything he ever worked for... everything. Pablo would not wake up that night. He would spend the rest of the day in a world where chaos abounded. Pablo was rushing round, watching as friends and family alike were killed by a being of epic proportions. Pablo was brave. He rushed up to this monster, and, suprisingly, tore his face in two. he backed away....
"NO!" he had woken up. The sky was blue. the slippers were where he'd left them. He took out a plum and munched. But he could only think of what was behind the creatures face. Pablo stared into the mirror....
And the face of the monster stared back.

Strog smiled with glee. His heart of the world project was a huge success, and the papers were full of it. Not only that, the proffessor had managed to keep his dark and twisted secret away from the world for quite some time. He'd had a wonderful time this particualar night, collecting funds for his project...his five fingered sprees never hurt anyone. He brandished the golden staff with miirth. All for the life of a kleptomaniac...

"They can't do this!" The young teensie backed away from the notice board. The other teensies were distraught, as they cried out thier opinions.
"this isn't right?"
"who's supposed to help the world out now?"
"what about my research?"
Pablo walked slowly into the crowd of teensies. The sign read:
"LABS CLOSED DOWN DUE TO FUNDING:
Professor strog has been believed to be a kleptomaniac. for the safety of the students and the land, the lab has been closed down until proper funding is recieved."
Pablo was getting angry. So that's why te proffessor had never paid him. Pablo turned round...,

...and found himself face to face with a knarren.



til tommorrow, guys!

[Hunchman801]

Nice beginning It reminds me of the former one

[K.NARREN]

thanks! just trying to keep myself busy

this chapter isn't finished yet, so i'm adding more all the time (when i'm online)

[cyber-choc]

k.narren has a particular and interesting writing skill that is shown throughout his work and is continued here.

well done old matey.

[K.NARREN]

my my, cyber choc, what an interesting advance in your vocabulary.

on with the story...

[cyber-choc]

gr8 storeeeeeeee.

[K.NARREN]

thank you for that cyber-choc. and now for the next part of the chapter. check the first post again, everyone...

[Roquetpunch]

Awesome fanfic

[K.NARREN]

cheers! here's the next chapter.

CHAPTER 2
"Out of our way, pipsqueak!" The knarren brushed pablo aside and entered the grounds. In one fell swing he had demolished the entire left side of the lab. Pablo, feeling brave, walked boldly up to the knarren and tapped him on the shoulder.
"excuse me," he exclaimed, "but you can't tear this down! it's still in use!" The knarren hoisted him up to his face.
" Listen, smallfry...I happen to be the knarren abassadors adviser. He has discovered that odd experiments have been taking place in these grounds, all of which have been revealed to be the result of knarren engineering. As of this day , a humongos monster rampaged through our homeland, and we've only just apprehended it. This lab can never be trusted again. If i were you, punk, i'd get out of here...NOW." With that, the knarren threw pablo to the ground. He was gobsmacked. Not at the knarren, but at his news. Genetic engineering? The proffessor was certainly hiding something. Kleptomaniac or not, the man was a genius...and his research needed to be destroyed.

Pablo managed to swing it with the authorities of the fairy council that, as Strogs assistant, he deserved to look after all of the proffessors belongings. As he entered Strogs hut, he noticed that several papers were scattered over the floor. Many were developments on biology.... Pablo noticed a very interesting one. He picked it up, turned it over, and began to read....
"Dear Strog,
Today is a beautiful day. I am sitting in my chair looking over the swamp, adjusting my files. Your files, however, are way overdue. I don't think you quite grasp how important this is to me, proffessor. My biological engineering will only work if you find me the three elements to the experiment. If i am to merge foutch, axel and umber, i need the research. But thanks to your buffonnery, the people are on to us. I have had to relocate to several islands over the past 10 hours, and i am not happy. Our experiments seem to also have a mind of thier own. Each one has travelled to four different locations, and i want them back now. And if you don't take action, I will.
Yours (until your debt is repaid)
Razoff
Pablo stared at the letter. His master in league with razoff the hunter? He helped himself to strogs food, and read it again. Then he smiled. Finally, a chance to be remembered! If he could find the four beings turned experiment, he might stand a chance to stop razoff and all this experimenting business. He made a quick snack, packed a cloth with food inside and set off. As he left, he could have sworn that the world seemed right again.

The messenger screamed in pain. Veedon looked on as the thief pummeled into the messenger. Veedon lept into the middle and held his sword up to the teensies throat.
"Now, i'm all for politeness, so i think it would be wise of you to tell us the message you would be delivering to our beloved king minimus. After all, we wouldn't want any blood on our hands now, would we?" The messenger gulped.
"I...was g-g-going to....going t-t-to tell him....Reflux....just been born....I was delivering t-t-this thank you gold to him for c-c-c-congratulations..." Veedon grabbed the bag and eyed it's contents.
"Excellent....Mariak will be pleased!" Veedon laughed a terrible, hollow laugh, and vanished into the bushes. The tunnel to the lair was a long one, but they managed to make it all the way to the end. Mariak pushed away the druken thief as he made a grab for her. She looked at Veedon, and a sly smile spread across her face. She walked up to him, and began to take the bag of gold.