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Devil May Cry Fanfiction Excerpts

Here are some samples of my DMC fanfictions.

This first one comes from my word-prompt series, “A Day in the Life of Dante” from Chapter 32: Surrender. In this chapter, Kyrie goes to Dante for help when Nero is captured by a demon general, and the renowned Devil Hunter makes his way into the Demon Realm to save his mysterious, young relation.

Once his feet firmly hit ground, he opened his eyes, and scanned the area. The ground was marbled with traces of black and white, the sky an eerie blood-red above him. The air seemed to thrum with electricity, smelling strongly of O-zone. Very little made up the landscape here; sharp rock formations jutted out of the ground on either side of a sandy path, black vapour wafting up from geysers that scattered along the way.

Keeping his senses as sharp as possible, Dante made his way down the path, taking note of a large, dilapidated building at the far end of it.

Heaving a sigh, he quickened his steps, knowing full well that another horde of demons awaited him.

Hell, with any luck, maybe I can get some answers out of these ones…if not, at the very least I can have some fun while I'm here.


This next one is also from “A Day in the Life of Dante”. This comes from Chapter 33: Lessons, in which a now teenaged Patty Lowell is being taught the fine art of devil hunting.

It had taken a little more than an hour for the devil hunters to find just the right quarry for their hunter-in-training; once the teenaged girl had picked her weapons-a Beretta M9 and a simple modern sabre-they had made their way to the outskirts of town. After parking his car in a secluded area surrounded by large trees and brush, Dante had led the group down a ravine, crossing a narrow creek which ran into a heavily wooded area.

Overhead, the moon just shone through the canopy of leaves, a light breeze causing them to rustle in the otherwise eerie stillness of the night. The four experienced hunters took up defensive positions; two standing in front of Patty, while the other two stood in the back. If any of the lesser demons lurking in this particular forest were to spring a surprise attack on them, this would ensure the adolescent's safety.

"Trish, you take point." Dante whispered, lagging slightly behind the demoness to remain closer to Patty. He searched the forest, his eyes skimming passed every tree and bush, taking in every leaf, every insect that scurried among the plant stalks.

A familiar prickling sensation ran up the base of his spine, tingling at the back of his neck until the fine hairs stood on end. As if to confirm what he was feeling, he could hear the soft thrum of Nero's Devil Bringer, the demonic arm flashing blue to warn of an imminent threat.

"Lady, come with me." Trish called back to her friend, glancing over her shoulder as she did so. "This group is a little bigger than we thought it would be."

Lady stepped forward, her pistol and submachine gun at the ready. "Guess we'll have to take a few of them out first, before you can get any practice in." Her mismatched eyes met Patty's, the teenager nodding her understanding.


Yet another one from “A Day in the Life of Dante”, from Chapter 38: Flashback. This chapter involves Dante reminiscing over his first meeting with Morrison, an odd-jobs agent who provides cases for him in the DMC Anime.

Dante sat in the far corner of the shabby, hole-in-the-wall bar, close to the entrance. A slight draft came from a small crack in the drywall next to him, the once white paint fading to a dingy yellow, strips of it peeling off of the wall. The low-hanging lamp over his table flickered, the pale yellow circle of light it cast on the worn table reminding the half devil of Morse code.

He kept his head bowed, glancing surreptitiously around the dimly lit bar from beneath a fringe of silvery hair. Being as small as it was, Sydney's bar only had about ten tables, four of which could accommodate four people at a time; the rest were two-seaters. Each table had its own low-hanging lamp, which resembled upside-down tulips of varying colour. Up at the bar itself were eight stools, all secured to the worn black and grey tile that made up the floor, their red leather cushions torn with bits of stuffing sticking out.

Despite its shabby appearance, the bar was relatively clean, and served the best alcohol in the city-not to mention the cheapest.

Smoke hung thick in the air from the opposite corner of the bar, where smoking was permitted. A group of four men were engrossed in a game of poker, cursing and laughing loudly.

The devil hunter swirled the contents of his glass idly, the ice cubes clinking against the pilsner glass as he raised it to his lips. Taking a long swig, he set the mug down with an audible thud, and swiped a sleeve across his mouth, letting out a satisfied sigh.

He draped an arm over the back of his wooden chair, and closed his eyes. He had hoped that a solution to his current predicament would reveal itself once he found solace in drink, but so far, nothing came to him. It wasn't as though what little he spent at the bar would have helped him, anyway. He'd only had two beers and a rum and coke; just enough to ease the tension that had been rising in his chest all day.

But now, he was right back to where he had started; quickly sobering, and without a clue as to how he could get his creditors off of his back.

The half devil was startled out of his thoughts, when another pilsner filled with frothy beer was pushed across the table in front of him. He looked up at the busty middle-aged waitress, his icy blue eyes meeting her light green ones.

"I didn't order this." He remarked, cocking a silver eyebrow at her in confusion.

"It's compliments of the gentleman over there." The short-haired brunette cast a thumb toward the bar, where a man in a long tan trench coat and fedora sat, his back turned to the devil hunter and waitress.


This part comes from a fanfiction I entitled, “When the Devil Hunter is Away, the Demons Will Play”. It was a spin-off of the Chapter “Lessons”, from “A Day in the Life of Dante”.

In this, Nero continues training Patty while Dante and the others are out of town. Unfortunately for the duo, a rather large case falls into their laps, and involves them going it alone without their more experienced cohorts.

Not wasting another second, Patty raced in after him, keeping her weapon at the ready as she entered the darkened building. Her gaze flicked around the room, making out the shape of the long forgotten bar countertop, sweeping passed the shattered, rotting wood of chairs and tables that littered the linoleum floor. Hearing Nero signal to her with a whistle several feet to her left, she turned her head in that direction, and slowly made her way toward him, Karma held in front of her. Nero left her field of vision, passing over the threshold that presumably led into what was once the sports bar's kitchen, Red Queen resting over his left shoulder.

Where the hell did the demon go? Patty wondered. The sound of glass clinking caused her to whip around, her gaze falling on the shelves behind the bar. Before she had time to react, she was knocked over backward by the same claw that had broken the window moments earlier; she let out a pained grunt as the demon's knuckles connected with her cheek, tasting iron when the hit caused her to clamp her teeth down on her tongue.

She tumbled over backward, Karma flying from her hands as she crashed into the edge of one of the tables, the sound of splintering wood meeting her ears as a pained cry tore from her throat.

"Patty? Patty!"

She heard Nero shouting her name, the teen momentarily dazed as black and white spots danced in her vision, obscuring her view of the demon bearing down on her. She tried to move, only to realize that her arm was stuck in the wood of the table she'd fallen against, buried to the elbow in the splintered wood.

The scent of its rancid breath washed over her face, choking her, the creature mere seconds away from sinking its fangs into the trainee hunter. The unmistakable sound of Blue Rose firing met her ears, followed by an agonized shriek from the demon as it drew back.

As her vision cleared, Patty watched as Nero continued his assault against the devil, swapping his double-barreled revolver for his sword in a quick, fluid motion. He thrust the durandal forward, piercing the armoured chest of the lanky quadruped before performing an upward stroke that sent it flying backward, green blood squirting from the deep gash in its breastbone.

Frantically looking at the floor around her, Patty finally spotted Karma on the far side of the room, several paces away from where Nero was finishing the demon off.


Lastly, an excerpt from my current project; this is the fanfiction I adopted, titled “The Order of Sparda”. In this story, Nero is undercover, infiltrating the forces of Mundus, the Demon King. Here, he is forced to take action against a group of human rebels.

Nero stopped dead in his tracks, his squad doing the same as they followed his gaze over the horizon. Black plumes of smoke drifted over the port, so thick that Nero had trouble seeing down the usually arid breezeway separating Port Caerula from Fortuna's former Residential District.

"Remember your orders," he commanded the troops, his gaze flicking over the twenty assembled soldiers, "capture only. Captain Orias, take the lead."

"Yes sir," The Captain obliged, turning to his charges. "You heard the General; move out!" he barked.

Nero steeled himself at the ripple of power that coursed through the surrounding demons, each one of them calling upon their true forms with an enthusiastic battle cry. If not for the fact that he remained in his devil form, the electrical current of energy assuredly would have knocked him clear off of his feet.

As the soldiers rushed into the fray, Nero flanked them, casting a furtive glance all around as he cleared the breezeway. The smoke was much thicker here, coiling like a great, black serpent all around him. An eerie, orange glow refracted off of the smoke, the intense heat stinging the part devil's eyes as the flames licked across the gasoline-drenched docks. He was so busy trying to locate the focal point of the battle, he nearly didn't see the flames closing in behind him.

Feeling the heat intensifying at the backs of his legs, Nero dove forward into a somersault, clearing the flames just as they closed the gap between him and the breezeway. Peering around, he realized that he'd lost sight of his troops. Heaving a sigh, he slowly made his way down the concrete walkway, pondering his next course of action as he went.

Well, so much for Plan A. But on the other hand…

Now that he was separated from his squad, he just might be able to get a more candid look at the revolutionaries laying siege to the Port. Now all he had to do was locate them in the chaos they'd created…

Just another cakewalk, He mused, wrinkling his nose at the pungent aroma the gasoline gave off as it drifted up from the piers. The rebels had no doubt used it to light the fuses in their handmade explosives-probably Molotov cocktails, Nero figured. Just about anyone-however amateur-could be taught to make one.

Seeing that the flames showed no signs of lessening, he bolted toward the loading dock-or so he hoped that's where he was headed. With visibility being at an all-time low, he'd be lucky if he didn't run clear off the dock, and straight into the water!

As the sounds of the scuffle got louder, he was certain he was headed in the right direction. Edging toward the mixed shouts of his soldiers and the human rebels, he let out a sigh of relief when his foot came into contact with the ramp leading toward the loading area. Slowly making his way down the slick wood, he could just make out the faces of human and demon alike, the opposing factions fighting just on the far side of the look-out tower.


Well, that’s all for now. I just figured they’d be decent examples to go with. There’s plenty more where that came from. Some of my chapters-particularly in “A Day in the Life of Dante”-are a bit rougher, but aside from knowing they could use improvement, I’m still quite proud of the progress I’ve made.

I Figured I Ought to Come Back Here...

Well, what to say- a lot has changed in what...a year and a half, or more?

I still haven't finished that TF fanfic I was working on back then. Though I still count it amongst my fandoms, it’s just not burning the way it once did.

However, my Devil May Cry obsession has been bordering on-well, ludicrous. No matter how many other fandoms come and go since I first got into the anime 4+ years ago, and then the games, DMC always boomerangs back into the limelight.

And none of that DmC reboot shit, either.

I’m not kidding; I’ve watched countless anime (Soul Eater, Black Lagoon, Trigun, Bleach, etc), gotten into other videogames and regular shows (such as Supernatural) and every single time I sate my needs for those ones, Dante comes strutting back into the picture.

I’ve completed two DMC fanfictions, a one-shot, and I am currently working on a story I adopted off of another writer.

Since it’s been going so strong, I thought I could post excerpts here. My writing prose has definitely improved since the days I spent working on my previous (yet still existing) fandoms, but as always, I know there is more work to go.

There’s always room for improvement.

So, after this entry, I will make another, which will contain excerpts from my last (and current) works.

I’ve also decided that there’s no shame in continuing with fanfiction for now. Currently, original ideas are just not sticking around long enough for me to make anything from them.

I’d rather be writing fanfiction than nothing at all, and until I have a very strong pull toward an original idea, that’s how it’s going to stay.

It's been awhile...O_O
Okay, so it's probably abundantly clear that my collaboration with my internet friend has gone belly up. It just didn't come to fruition. The product of both of us having writing dry spells so often. We probably should have seen it coming.

My solo TF fanfiction also is at a stand still, and has been for months. It is still my promise it will be finished, but it could be a long while before I'm feeling it again. And in all honesty? Though the fire isn't all that hot, when I do start writing again, I feel like striking fresh iron, not tempering a sword that someone else made.

Even when life isn't too busy, I just can't seem to get myself into the writing frame of mind again. I feel like it's coming back again, that any day now, I'll put pen to paper...or fingers straight to keyboard. But, only time will tell.

I still have no ideas forming as to what I want to write about. I just know I want to create something of my own. Fanfiction can be fun, can help polish skills...but, at the end of it, I'm too tired to do anything of my own. So, perhaps it's time for a new approach. Perhaps it's time for me to cut out the middle man. Will I continue to write fanfiction in the future? Oh, certainly. Like I said, I need to finish my Transformers 'fic. And beyond that, there are many fandoms I'd like to try my hand at, to see if I can create a fresh concept for someone else's world that I enjoy.

But, I need to put fanfics into a hobby pile, and stop myself from trying to use them as a stepping stone to create my own stuff. It just isn't working the way it once did. As I've gotten older, the writing doesn't come as easily. Maybe because I know too much of the clap-trap that comes with it. Or, maybe I don't know enough. Hard to say.

Bottom line? I really need to get into writing again. It's part of me; it has been for a long time. And as such, I cannot and will not give up on it so easily.

G1, fanart, Jazz, Transformers
Well, Kim and I are both taking a bit of a hiatus from the collaboration.

We both hope this is only temporary. We seem to have run dry. Even with all the ideas we have for scenes, still unwritten, neither one of us has felt up to the task, lately.

We've both been busy with our own life distractions. I'm sure we'll still get it done, at some point.

Right now, I've got a lot on my plate. I'm still working on my solo fic, albeit slowly. I sent a chapter to Kim to beta, so when that's done, "Between Autobots and Decepticons" will be updated on FF.Net, for those who remain interested.

On top of it all, I have this nagging idea in my head for a Matrix fanfic. Something centralizing around Agent Smith.

I adamantly refuse to give into those plot bunnies. Not until the solo fic is done. If I still desire writing it once that is accomplished, then I will.

Hopefully though, I'll be inspired to do more for the collab. But, since Kim is taking a break from it too, in order to pursue other venues of writing, there's no pressure, either way.

The process is slow, all around.

I can't wait for Charlie to get home from California. *Sigh* Onlty eighteen more days to go...

Still on track
Well, Kim and I have done a bit of work here and there for our collab.

I also told her about my issue; she's really supportive, whatever my choice is.

Anyway, things are going slowly, but I figure once Charlie is gone March 3rd, things will pick up pace. Maybe not the day he leaves, but probably the day after.

I still need to do more for my solo 'fic.

Arrgh, I wish there wasn't so much to worry about all the time; the writing would be smoother.

Then again, I think life's little frustrations tend to fuel my muse.

Suffer for your art, and all that jazz. :P

Slow and Steady
G1, fanart, Jazz, Transformers
Well, not too much has been done for the collab the last few days, but that's alright. Kim's done a little bit of one scene, and I've done a little for another.

We're still trying to fill in all the gaps, and make the storyline more plausible.

You know, fill in those plotholes, lol.

But, it's coming along alright. I think we're both just busy, and lately, I've felt drained.

I know precisely why, and for that, I'm not happy...but, Charlie and I will figure something out.

I haven't told anyone. Not any of my friends (I plan to never tell them) nor my parents. I already know what I'm going to do about it; it's the only way, in our particular situation.

I might tell Kim; I have a feeling she'll understand.

Other than that, I really need to get more done on my solo fic, as well. Not just typing and uploading chapters that are already written (and of course, getting Kim to beta them) but I should really write some new stuff up, so I don't lose my train of thought for that story.

by the looks of it, Charlie doesn't leave until March 3rd. Even still, the whole time he's gone is going to be a bit rough. The writing with Kim, along with my solo project, and child-rearing will keep me busy.

It's the other thing that bothers me.

Bad, bad timing.

Anyway, things will work out, all around. I'm sure of it.

^_^ A bit better
Okay, in a decent mood. I did a little bit of writing for the collab, but things are busy for both Kim and I.

Good news: Charlie won't be leaving earlier than monday, and it can be as late as March 3rd. It still sucks he's going, but I have no doubt my writing will flourish.

Okay, that sounds bad, but really, it isn't.

It just means I'll make use of my lonely hours without him, and write with Kim. :)

Which also hopefully means I'll get some work done on the solo fic, too.

3-4 weeks is more than enough time to do work on both.

Other than posting new chapters for "Between Autobots and Decepticons" to FF.Net, I mean. I have a backlog of chapters on paper to type up, but I'd also like to write some new chapters for it. Chances are, I'll type a chapter for Kim to beta, and start writing a new chapter.

It's been weeks since I have; I don't want to lose my feel for it, just because I have two projects going.

Good thing I embrace the challenge of balancing between the solo fic and the collab.

I'll try not too push myself too hard, either way. Whatever I feel like working on, I'll work on. Chances are, once I do a little bit for one (a scene, or even a full chapter) I'll be satisfied, and go back to working on the other.

Sounds simple, right? ^^;

Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained. ;)

Well, Charlie will be gone for a month. He still doesn't know the exact departure date (it has been said monday, but honestly, for the military, they are so far from organized!). It could be anywhere between now and next week.

Not happy.

Of course, being a military spouse isn't for the faint of heart-doesn't mean I don't go crazy whenever he's not around, though.

Before moving to Petawawa, it was both easier and harder. Easier, because I lived in familiar territory, and could go see my friends whenever I wanted (which was much easier also when Aurora would be babysat every few weeks or so, though I visited them with her quite often, too. They are her "uncles", after all).

Now, there's no one I know. Correction: Someone I knew in highschool lives out here, but not he, nor his girlfriend, has the time. I've attempted to make plans with them, honestly. But, nothing ever comes to fruition. I'm not even mad, to be honest. I tend to be a very private person, and it has been awkward, everytime I have talked with either of them.

But, I still make the effort to socialize, when I know I can do it without being a mother.

For the most part, I'm fine with it. The part that makes things harder is, no transit here. Nope, you read correctly. It's a military town, so naturally, no buses. Seriously, who the fuck thought that one up?

So, I'm either going to be hoofing it everywhere I need to go (because I doubt we'll last a month without having to grocery shop) or I get to pay a cab.

Yeah, really need to get my ass in gear on the whole license thing. Not that it would matter, until we get a car.

My greatest solace in all of this? I'll have Kim to talk to. About our collaboration, about life in general. If I keep myself busy enough with writing, with any luck, this month will fly by.


Yeah, right.

Okay, it'll at least make it more bearable. Hell, my solo fic will benefit from this, too.

Yay, silver lining. If I didn't look for it, I truly would go insane.

Okay, so the long and the short of it? It's going to be rough. It isn't the first time, nor will it be the last, that we've had to go without Charlie. It's as hard on him as it is on us. Silver lining? My writing will benefit, all around. Or, so I hope. I may not want to do much the first few days; withdrawal, and all. But, once I adapt (yet again) to his absence, I'll be fine.

Bah. I'm not use to ranting. I generally don't whine, if I can help it.

Thankfully, this is LJ. ;)

Okay, Let's Get To Work...
Sadly, Kim and I didn't get much in the way of writing done on the weekend. Things were pretty busy on my end, and when I did have the opportunity, we talked on saturday for a bit. Patched up some of the plotholes that were developing, talked about what small scenes we could add between the bigger ones (in order to lead up to the bigger parts, and complement them).

But, after things wound down on sunday (finally) I took a nap.


Apparently, being sick has been sneaking up on me.

Now, I'm anxious to get back in the saddle, and work on the collab with Kim. At the moment, I'm lacking the inspiration to write a specific scene. Hell, I don't even have a specific scene in mind (which I know I did on saturday).

It'll come, I know it will. I'm still working on waking up.

Yeah, that's it. ^^;

I'm probably pushing myself too hard; I'm trying to force myself to write, when the mood isn't there.

Don't get me wrong, I still have the drive to write. I'm just lacking the specific mood that ties in to specific scenes.

Say I wanted to write a dark, angry scene. I'd have to put myself in that frame of mind-not where I'm literally feeling dark or angry, but where I can play it out as clear as day in my head. Usually, listening to music that parallels the mood helps.

So, I'll make an effort, but I won't push myself too hard. Kim and I both have come to the conclusion that, when we push ourselves too hard, what we write isn't as smooth.

*Crosses fingers* With any luck, inspiration will strike today, and I'll have time to heed it's call.

Hahaha, of course...
Okay, so Kim and I are still working on the collab. We might not have Sonica die the way we originally planned; how she dies seems to be the only kink we're still working out.

Everything else is more or less set in stone.

That being said, there is a lot of work to still do. ^^; But, things are well underway.

I feel like displaying an excerpt here; this is a scene that takes place between Megatron and Thundercracker. It has been revised four times, at least. Keaalu, this is for you, since I know it's been driving you crazy. ;)

The silver mechanoid peered out the floor-length window. City lights flickered like a thousand fireflies illuminating the night. Outside, life was going about its regular routine, oblivious to its surroundings. Was it Cybertronian nature to be so carefree?

In the distance, footsteps approached. The silver mech sighed to himself. Silent contemplations would have to be done another time. Now, there were other matters to take into consideration....

Behind him, the door opened. Shadows danced across the wall, framing a tall, winged figure. Thundercracker strode toward the Supreme Commander. Had some long ago offense surfaced?

Thundercracker saluted. His deep voice echoed around the small room.

"You wanted to see me, Lord Megatron?"

Reverence and respect painted the recruit’s words. Eager curiosity burned hotter than solar infused pan handles. Perhaps the choice had been wise after all. Summoning a recruit who seemed on the fence could've been labelled as brash, but he didn't care. Let the masses think what they wanted. After all, they were but fickle fools tainted by jealousy.

Megatron turned to the panoramic view in front of him. His optics scanned the skyline once again.

"Tell me, Thundercracker. What do you make of all this? The sight before us?"

Thundercracker followed his superior's gaze. Iacon’s multi-coloured diamonds twinkled. Transports passed by overhead in the distance although the main stretches were surprisingly quiet.

"It's something else," he said. "Peaceful".

Megatron’s lip components tightened. He looked outward, toward the direction of the Autobot High Council Building. Ornate pillars jutted upward into what seemed forever.

"Peaceful," Megatron repeated. His optics remained fixated on the Council Building. "How do you define peace? The skyline isn't Iacon, only a manifestation of its inhabitants. Do you define peace by inanimate objects or by corporeal existence?"

Thundercracker shot a furtive glance in Megatron's direction.

"I define it by neither of those things," he murmured. "To me, peace is a state of being. The sky is what brings me peace."

Thundercracker turned then. A quizzical frown came upon him.

"What about you, Lord Megatron? How do you define peace?"

"An impossible variable, that's how I define it," Megatron replied.

He put his hand out, gesturing for the young Seeker to join him at the window.

Thundercracker obliged and closed the distance between him self and the silver mech. The recruit raised an optic ridge, curiosity over-riding his sense of decorum.

"You want to know what I see?” Megatron began. “Chaos. The Senate, they want to make us bend to their whims.”

Megatron turned to the recruit at his side. His stare hardened. "Peace is for a Utopian society, but do we live in a Utopian society? No. We live in a society ruled by deceit and treachery. Synchronized compliance is the only variable that can survive in a society like that."

Thundercracker nodded, His optics lowered. A feeble smile crossed him. "Of course, sir. I hope I didn't offend you, Lord Megatron. I'm not very knowledgeable in political affairs, I'm afraid."

Megatron smiled. He relaxed his shoulders and shifted his body slightly, studying the recruit. Lurking deep inside the carbonized steel plating, a warrior lay waiting. He was sure of it.

"You need not be knowledgeable in political affairs, Thundercracker," Megatron reassured.  "You understand simplicities. You admit you understand simplicities. Do you know how many would stand there and try to make up something impressive when they don't have a clue? But you didn't. I like that."

Thundercracker bowed his head. A genuine smile graced his lips. He glanced back up at his superior. Softness filled his vocalizer.

"Thank you, Lord Megatron."

Silence settled over them. Shoulder-to-wing they stood, each entertaining their own private thoughts. White light reflected off the panes, innocent spectres among a sea of corruption and decadence.

"Thundercracker, your tactical fighting abilities are like nothing I've ever seen," Megatron said. "Would you consider being promoted to Lieutenant?"

A surprised gasp escaped Thundercracker’s vocalizer. His mouth opened and closed soundlessly.

"I-I...sir, this is..." he stammered, wings vibrating excitedly. He gulped several times. “I'd be honoured, Lord Megatron, but...what about Starscream? I-I thought you had already chosen him for Aerospace Commander?"

The Decepticon Commander frowned. "Starscream isn't of the same caliber you are. However, if being in charge doesn't sit well with you, I will respect your decision."

Thundercracker shifted. His hands came up in a gesture of compliance.

"My apologies, Lord Megatron. I didn't mean to sound ungracious of your offer." he replied, his voice nearly pleading. "If you are to appoint me Lieutenant, you have my word that I will guide those under my command with a fair, yet firm hand."

He bowed his head, his arms dropping to his sides as he did.

"Whatever you wish of me, Lord Megatron, it will be done."

Well, there you have it; a scene filled with foreshadowing. ;)

I've been dabbling over whether to post any of the excerpts on here, worried that some random person might plagiarise the work, but I'm not overly concerned. My audience is small, and I trust it. ;)

On another note, Kim finished beta-ing my 16th chapter for "Between Autobots and Decepticons", but thanks to some issue on FF.Net, (probably maintenance), I can't sign in to upload it. T_T