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Here is my fanfic that I am working on. It should be done soon. =33
I got the idea from the song "Sk8r Boi". ^^ But its quite different, actually. But that is where the basic idea came from.
I began to write this in my 'journal' for school. ^^;; So I wrote about a page & a half a day, and now.. TADA! ^^;;
I always seem to make my stories longer than needed, too. But, yeah. My next fanfic should be "Genetics" featuring a charrie from a roleplay.
Well, here is the teaser!!!
All charries copyright © to ME!, Jack~MayaHuskee
[Note, this is just a teaser. To read it all wait for me to post the link here for it. It will be on BaltoSource as soon as possible.
Also, excuse me for any spelling mistakes. Please tell me what is wrong, so it can be fixed. thank you.]
--Jack~MayaHuskee
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The young husky sat, watching out at the adoring people. Everyone admired her, many loved her. But she did not care. She had sold her heart so long ago. But the husky had not loved her so much.
As a pup she had been outcasted, alone from the other pups. None cared for her. She was nothing but a stray wonderer. No one wanted anything to do with her... except for one boy. She began to pull back the memories of what happened...........
"Oh! You poor puppy!" Came a voice, calling the pup from a sleepless death. The rain was pouring down hard, and she was lying in a puddle of mud on the side of an old dirt road in Nome, Alaska.
The husky blinked, opening her eyes. She saw a man bent over gazing down at her almost lifeless scrawny body. She stared up at the man, and he stared down at her. She was most unhappy, and wanted the man to leave-- just as everyone else had.
But this human did not leave, nor did he leave her alone. He pulled up his sleeves, although it was senseless, and went to grab her. She whimpered, and he almost with-drew himself, but he managed not too. He kept moving his hands closer & closer to her frail body.
The rain poured down on them, and it had no mercy. The pup wished for none either. She just wanted to die, and that was it. She wanted nothing more than to let it all end now. But the man was interfering, making her slow death even longer.
The man came & picked her up. He denied her all her wishes. He slowly pulled her from the mud, and crattled her in his arms. She was muddy, and freezing-- she was soaked to the bone. She shook in his arms, unable to stop.
She whimpered lightly, and the man took her towards his truck. He opened the door, fiddling around attempting not to drop her while he tried to do so. He then set her in the back seat, once he got the door open.
Once he had her settled in the back, he got in himself.
He slowly fiddled around til he got his key, and stuck it in the ignition., and reved it up. 'Vrrrrrr-rrrrrr' was the sound it made. The loud sound of the engine did not phase the young pup. She blinked, trying to keep her eyes open. She continued to shake uncontrolably, and her eyes could no longer stay open. She was forced to close her eyes, and she went into an emidiate unconcious sleep.
The trip was long, yet quiet. The pup would come in and out of conciousnous, but she never really moved. It was quite warm inside the truck, or at least warmer than where she had been. The rain had slowly began to slow, until it was only a gentle sprinkle. The night seemed long, and the pup had no idea why. She wanted it to be over. She just simply wanted the end.
She had almost been given her one wish, to be at peace at last, until this man came along. She deicided he wasn't all bad, just unknowning of her desires. She drifted back into a deep sleep, hungry but even more tired. Sleeping did not help pass the time-- it only seemed to slow it. The pup did not have dreams to sooth her tanted soul, she slept in blackness.
Later, she slowly awoke from her slumber, as she sensed the ride to be almost over. They seemed to have been traveling for days. The truck had begun to slow, and the dark rigorous trees had begun to srink in its numbers. She gazed out the back window, her eyes wandering. She had no idea where she was, but didnt really care. The long ride had dried her fur to a point where it was only damp in a few palces-- although the ride was much to long for her.
She sighed, and then turned her gaze towards the human. He was still covered in dried mud, as was she. She suddenly let out a whimpering sound, getting the mans attention. He looked up into the small rear-view mirror above his head, and gaved down on her.
She could feel his gaze upon her, and tried to figure out why she had whimpered. She knew it would get his attention, but she didnt want it. It seemed to puzzle her, so she let it go. But she felt very uncomfortable under his gaze because she was afraid that he might torment her with words. But he didnt.
"My, my. Look who just woke up." Came his deep, but gentle voice. She peared up to were his eyes met the mirror. Her eyes were still watering, and her husky blue eyes gleamed in pain. The human felt sorrow for the manged pup. He wanted to keep his eyes on her, but his senses quickly told him to change his view to the road ahead-- and he did so.
The pup silently closed her eyes, taking in all that had happened so far. Nothing had been more amazing to her than watching the man take time to care, unlike many others who sent her to her death. She did not count for one human's kindness to last. No one so far had cared for more than a second, except for this man. It was odd, and new to her.
She opened her eyes again, and looked around the truck. It wasnt anything special, but she liked it. It was better than a puddle of mud-- but anything to her was better than being sopping wet in a puddle of thickening mud. She perked her ears for the first time, and let out a long, gentle yawn. The man, again, looked back at her-- but for only a second.
His gazed became fixed on the dirt road before him once again. He slowed the truck down even more, and it seemed to come to almost a complete stop before he made it turn.
She shifted herself alittle as the truck turned, but she couldn't grasp the concept of it; she didnt dwell on it, though, witch was all the time it took for the truck to come to a complete stop. The man turned the key in the ignition towards him, and the truck shut off. He pulled the key out, and then looked back at the muddy husky pup.
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The names MayaHuskee, got it memeorized?
Love Me, Hate Me, either way you're Thinking about me.
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