Sci-Fi - Young Scott

"This little Sci-Fi prompt hardly seems worth a whole blog post, but I really liked how it turned out." -Casey

“Maybe a little,” the small human boy answered with a far off look in his eyes. “Why aren’t there any other humans here?”
Edrev felt his ears twitch with his nerves and hoped that Scott couldn’t read his “tell.” The military base was a training ground for the Tonkit army recruits. The strict alien race didn’t appreciate the weakness of the human race polluting the ideals of the recruits. 
“They like to do things their own way, just like the Tonkit, but their ways don’t always work together,” the man said at last. Scott nodded as if that settled everything in his mind.
“So, maybe one day I’ll join the Tonkit army and then I can help them work together.”
“Oh, there’s no need for that,” Edrev scoffed. “A nice boy like you doesn’t need to become a soldier.” 

Story and Characters (C) SuperheroGeek13 

Starlit Knight - Jason

"The seaqual to Bright Light about the next generation of super heroes. Jason missed out on having cool super power light his siblings." -Casey

Jason cried out in protest as a burst of light blinded him. He turned to find that his sister was holding her old heavy camera over a pot of flowers, mentally creating her own lighting with her powers.
“Can’t you just use the flash on the camera?” he grumbled in annoyance.
“I’m trying for unique source lighting,” the girl replied. “Flashing light from behind creates rich silhouettes.”
“I’m trying to do my homework!” the boy complained.
“Go and do it in your room,” Holly said absentmindedly as she set of another spark of light.
“Can’t,” he sighed. “Tom and Chris are messing with the black light.”
Holly finally looked up from her camera with a skeptical frown. “You don’t have a black light in your room,” she argued.
“We do now,” Jason sighed as he closed his school book and went to work out on the front porch. He never really wanted super powers of his own, but he did wonder why he hadn’t received any like his older and younger siblings. What use were “light powers” anyway? They only seemed good for interrupting one’s algebra homework.

Story and Characters (C) SuperheroGeek13

Sci-Fi - The Empath

"Mysterious character introduction time! I've used him in a couple of writing prompts on DA, but this is probably the most spoiler-ific of them all (even though it still tells you nothing! Mwah, ha,ha,haha!)." -Casey
 

The young man tapped his fist against the clear surface of his containment cell. The sound was muffled by the heavy atmosphere that filled the cylinder, but the boy wasn’t really trying to hear the sound. He was actually trying to feel the vibration high above him in the machinery. His captors didn’t really monitor him, he was nothing more than a failed experiment after all, but he monitored them very closely. He was an empath after all and he’d realized over the years that even computers could be understood if you just listened.
Among the endless chatter of information and their mantra of “Forever, forever, forever,” he could just make out the automated repairs that were made to the cell for the wear and tear he was causing. Repairs were ordered and carried out without any interference from the actual AIs that ran the facility.
He focused his thoughts, accessing the nanites coursing through his blood and added one other order to the chatter. “Open containment cell.”
The order was ignored, as usual. He needed to sound more like them, devoid of emotion and centrally focused on the task at hand. “Open,” he ordered once more. There was a whirring sound and then the cylinder surrounding him began to lift. He could feel the heavy air rushing out almost like running water and suddenly he felt so much lighter, like he might float from gravity’s grasp altogether. He took in a deep breath, which was suddenly much easier and then made a run for the exit. He could already sense all the alarms going off.

Story and Characters (C) SuperheroGeek13

Sci-Fi - Jack

"I've been really busy writing this month, but most of it has been for my story Athol, which means I won't be posting it here on the blog anytime soon.

So in the meantime, I do have a few writing prompts from Pinterest to share! This is from my still unnamed Sci-Fi story." -Casey

The nurse crept through the dark empty hallway, ducking beneath the windows that peeked into each of the hospital rooms. It didn’t do much good, the patients could still sense her walking by and they shouted and screamed at her presence. They were all so violent, trashing and swearing in their cells. She hated working this section of the hospital, but she was off the clock now and she was going to get answers about the patient at the end of the hall. She could feel his presence on the other side of the door and she was sure he could feel hers, but he didn’t shout. He never shouted. He was the only psycho in the ward that didn’t act like one. Yet he always received the harshest of treatments, the nurse knew this because she had signed off the equipment on the sign out sheets.
She unlocked the door and stepped inside the small bare room. The only piece of furniture in the room was the bed and the patient was strapped down to it at the waist, ankles, and wrists. His eyes were closed, but he took in a long breath as he heard the nurse approach. She stopped a few feet short, suddenly afraid of what the young man might do.
“So, are you now stalling for anticipation’s sake?” the young man asked, still keeping his eyes closed.
“Stalling?” the nurse asked, surprised by how normal the boy sounded. The patient turned to look at her at last with no trace of anything but contempt in his gaze. As hostile as the young man’s gaze was, she still recognized his kind pale green eyes. He’d been in the news so much lately, his smiling face plastered over every news scanner. He was much thinner now and his long hair had been cut short, but she knew with absolute certainty that this was Jk’son Tr’lock.

Story and Characters (C) SuperheroGeek13

The Prince and the Poltergeist - Chapter Three (snippet)

"Well, I was holding off on this post until I could extend it a bit, but that hasn't happened yet. I'll have the finished chapter posted on fanfiction.net soon enough." -Casey

Chapter Three: The Ghost Revealed

The dancing lessons had done little to nothing to improve Prince Dexter's skills, but he Danny and Sam met up for the lessons all the same. Danny "Phantom" already knew all the steps to every dance, but thanks to his friends he was learning everyday to control his ghost powers. He could now fly through the air on a whim, which he learned as helped Sam to set up the lights and disco ball. He could turn himself and others intangible on command, which helped when Dexter lost control of his spin and nearly stumbled into his friends. Invisibility was still a troublesome trick, though he didn't much need it. He had no desire to hide. In fact, he hadn't felt so visible in his entire life. The ghost boy spun Lady Manson around the dance floor as Prince Dexter watched in a studious manner.
"Gee willikers, I'm never going to be able to do this," the teenager sighed. "And the ball is in less than 24 hours!"
"Dex, relax," Danny laughed. "I'm sure you'll get this by---wait... Less than 24 hours?"
"Well yeah," Sam nodded. "First thing tomorrow night."
"You are coming to the dance, aren't you, Danny?" Prince Dexter asked.
"Uh, well..." the younger prince hesitated. He'd grown so comfortable with his friends that he'd nearly forgotten about his need to stay hidden. No one was supposed to know that he'd become half ghost, Sam and Dex didn't even know that he was really Prince Fenton.
"I'm going to have an actual ghost at my ball!" Lady Manson shouted in delight. "This party is gonna rock!"
"I don't know, guys," the ghost boy sighed as he kicked uncertainly at the ground. "I don't think Lord Masters would really want me at the party."
"Wait, Lord Masters knows that you're here?" Dexter asked in surprised. "And he hasn't sicked the Fearsome Fentons on you yet?"
"W-well, it's sort of a special case," Danny stammered, realizing that he'd already said too much. "He---that is to say---He normally would, but..."
"Masters is harboring a fugitive? He's cooler than I thought," Sam joked as she nudged Dexter in the shoulder, perhaps a bit harder than was necessary.
"Guys, look, it's supposed to be a secret," the boy insisted.
Sam held her hand out and then waved it with a turn of her head in a nonchalant manner. "Pssh, relax," she assured him. "We haven't told anyone about you, Danny."
"Yeah, trust me, if anyone can keep a secret, it's me," Dexter said as he pointed to himself with his thumb.
"You will come to the ball, won't you?" Lady Manson asked once more, this time handing him an invitation that had "Nurturing Nature Ball" scrawled across it in shimmering dark green ink.
Danny knew better than this. Master Masters hadn't noticed him slipping away every night, but he would be at the party along with all the other guests. There was no way he could lay low amongst a crowd of normal none ghost guests. But what would he do after the party? Lady Sam Manson and Prince Dexter Poyne would be going back to their own lives across the Kingdom after this ball. Was he really going to pass on one last opportunity to hang out with them?
"I wouldn't miss it for the world!" he answered at last.

Danny Phantom (C) Nickelodeon

Story (C) SuperheroGeek13

Athol - Re-visited in Narrative Format

"One thing I often do to get over writer's block is to revisit scenes I've already finished in a different format. In this case, I moved to a narrative style for the ending of the first volume of Athol just so that I could get a better idea of Ciar's mindset at the time." -Casey

Once the dragon finally stopped moving, Ciar took in a deep breath. He clasped his right arm, which felt numb after swinging the axe against the dragon’s hard scales. That hadn’t been a problem before, but maybe that was why he hadn’t succeeded in killing it the first time around.
“Come on, Ciar,” came Perry’s voice. “We have to go.”
Perry probably saved his life with that glowing light trick. Ciar nodded, not looking forward to fighting anymore monsters today or ever again. As they made their way through the busy streets, Ciar’s numb arm began to burn with a searing pain. He tried to shake it off, but that only seemed to spread the sensation through the rest of his body. He told himself not to think about it, which in turn made his thoughts return to Sorcha.
“Where are we going?” he asked suddenly, realizing that they were getting farther and farther from the school.
“Back to the woods,” Perry replied as he glanced at the street signs uncertainly. “I can’t…it wouldn’t be safe to return to my village so we’ll have to make do with the wilds.”
Ciar stopped dead in his tracks and pounded his numb fist against the wall of a building. “We have to go back,” he demanded.
Perry turned to him with a pitiless frown. “Didn’t you hear them, Ciar?” the elf asked as Ciar leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. “Your sister betrayed us!”
“We can’t leave her!” he insisted, his head spinning from how upset he was with Perry. He pushed himself off the wall with every intention of walking away and leaving the elf on his own, but he stumbled back against the wall instead. His legs were now numb and burning as well. What was going on?
“Ciar?” Perry asked with concern. “What’s the matter? What’s wrong?”
“Don’t know,” he replied, shaking his head. He ran his hand over his brow to wipe away the sweat that was beading on his warm forehead. As he did so, Perry began to stare at him with dismay.
“That witch’s blade…” he muttered. “Why didn’t you tell me you were hurt?”
“Didn’t exactly have time,” Ciar replied. In truth, he had nearly forgotten about the witch threatening him with a knife, but now he could recall it burning in the same way as it sliced through his cheek.
“It must have been coated in some sort of poison,” Perry sighed. He then recited one of his spells as he held his hand out to the cut running along Ciar’s face. When nothing happened, Ciar turned aside in annoyance.
“I don’t think that’s working,” he stated calmly, though he was starting to panic on the inside. What sort of poison was this if Perry couldn’t heal it?
“It did, there’s just no poison left in the wound,” the elf stated.
Ciar’s legs gave way beneath him and he stumbled forward, unable to use his arm to catch himself. He shoved his shoulder against the wall and locked his knees in place as best he could so that he wouldn’t fall to the floor. He realized now that he probably couldn’t walk anymore.
“What does---?” he started to ask, but was silenced when Perry commanded him with his magic words to sleep. Ciar of course didn’t understand the language, but he felt his eyes closing and he couldn’t hold himself up any longer. He fell forward, but Perry must have caught him because he didn’t ever hit the ground.

“Sorry, Ciar, but you need to stay calm or you’ll spread it further.”

No! Ciar mentally shouted at the elf as he slipped into unconsciousness. His sister was as good as dead if he couldn't reach her. His dreams flooded with the image of Sorcha kneeling down in the empty halls of the school, right where Ciar had left her. She was crying with her face buried in her hands, the indistinct sound of her calling his name mixed in with the sobbing. The girl was so preoccupied with her sorrow that she didn't see Fiona walking up behind her with a long knife clutched in one hand.

Athol and it's Characters (C) SuperheroGeek13

The Legend of Zelda: Or is it?

"Prepare to be confused! This is and is not a part of my Legend of Zelda: Wind Waker fainfic. I've had this in the works for a long time now. I won't spoil the surprise for those of you who actually know my characters. Read on!" -Casey

"Way Forward" by Rueme on DeviantArt

Vean stumbled ashore and quickly ended up falling to his knees. He'd been at sea for weeks now and had readjust to the ground not swaying under his feet. He stood up and slowly began to regain his balance as he walked up the beach. He remembered now that he really should have tied his boat down, but he didn't really care if it floated away right now. It wasn't like he had to worry about it carrying away his friend Loafer anymore.
There were tall cliffs rising up in every direction and Vean begrudgingly realized that he'd have to scale them if he wanted to get up into the forests to look for water. He decided he'd walk for a while and see if he could find a less steep way up. That ended up taking an hour, but he didn't really mind it. He hadn't gotten much excersize on that little boat and it felt good to stretch his legs again. He'd been sailing the ocean for almost fourteen years now and the appeal had long since worn thin. It took a while to scale the cliff, but the shade of the trees was more than worth the effort. This place was a lot more peaceful than the last place he visited.
Just his luck, right at that thought he felt a chill run up his spine. Something was nearby and it wasn't anything pleasant.
There was a loud crash deeper into the woods and Vean rushed forward with his sword drawn. It could just be a rouge monster, but he didn't want to take the chance that someone might be in danger. He found that the source of the noise had been a fallen tree that had been cut (or possibly clawed) right in half. There was a rapid clawing sound and a blur of something moving high up in the trees. That was all he saw before he was whipped aside and then pinned to the trunk of a tree. The creature had it's claws embedded in both the tree and Vean's left shoulder. Each of the crawls was as long as a sword and long black hairy arm stretched at least seven feet. What sort of monster was this?
Vean swung his sword at the long fingers of the beast and it recoiled with a low hiss. The claws were yanked away and Vean cried out at the pain in his shoulder. The monster's face finally came into view as it charged the boy, a long black mane around a small head with glowing orange eyes. Vean ducked and rolled aside as he gripped his sword tighter in his hand. It still wasn't charged yet.
A spray of water shot through the air, knocking the long spidey creature aside and giving Vean some room to breath again. He placed both his hands on the hilt of his sword and focused his powers. There wasn't time to wonder from where the water came. The blade began to glow with a white light and he sliced it through the air, sending a swirling disc of light at the monster. There was a blinding flash of light on impact and the the monster fell limply to the ground.
Vean turned his blade on the presence he felt behind him. The spray of water had come from something and he wasn't about to drop his guard now. He found another young man like himself leaning against a fallen tree, seemingly unable to retreat from the blade pointed at his face. Water dripped down the other teenager's dark hair as he attempted to pull himself up. "How did you...?" he began to ask, but he didn't get to finished his thought. His eyes rolled up into the back of his head and he fell to the ground with a loud thud.
Vean sheathed his sword and quickly went to help the boy up. His pulse was weak and he looked rather pale, but other than that he didn't seem to be injured. As Vean tried to lift him up his own shoulder screamed out in pain. He was still bleeding from his earlier injury. He decided instead that the woods were as good a camping spot as any.

***

The sun had set by the time Vean's mysterious new friend began to stir, making an awful lot of noise on the bed of leaves he was wrapped atop. Vean rubbed his bandaged shoulder as he remembered the stain of getting the unconscious teenager onto that blanket.
The other boy sat up suddenly, grabbing at his forehead as if he'd gotten a bad head-rush from the action.
"Good evening," Vean said with a nod, catching his new friend's attention. "You alright?"
The other boy glanced around rapidly, trying to regain his baring in the dark. "What happened?" he asked as he finally decided to focus on Vean.
"Well," Vean began, trying to summarize what had happened in his own mind. "You picked a fight with a giant spider-squid, somehow drenched it and yourself in water, and then passed out."
It was probably better that he didn't mention the beam of light he had shot from his own sword. If the stranger had somehow missed it, there wasn't any point in drawing attention to it.
"Are you a sorcerer?" the boy asked.
So much for that plan. "Not exactly," Vean replied. "Are you?"
"Of sorts," he replied with a frown. "I'm a water mage. My name is Zared."
"Vean."