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2012-02-14T16:10:15Z

Matthew: /* Matthew's reminders list */

User:Matthew

2011-05-29T20:55:17Z

Matthew: /* Matthew's Page */

==Matthew's Page==

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Hello, this is the wiki page for me, Matthew Krupczak, hosted at our family's website, www.krupczak.org.

Spanish skit

2010-03-24T22:00:09Z

Matthew: Created page with ' Connor: Hola. Me llamo David. Connor: Bienvenidos a Sports Locker Matthew & Vam: Nosotros somos los jueces. Matthew: Hola. me llamo Matteo. Vam:Hola. Me llamo Vamsish. Con…'

Connor: Hola. Me llamo David.
Connor: Bienvenidos a Sports Locker
Matthew & Vam: Nosotros somos los jueces.
Matthew: Hola. me llamo Matteo.
Vam:Hola. Me llamo Vamsish.
Connor: los participantes,(point to JT & Ramzi),Riul y Fernando
JTB: Hola. Me llamo Riul.
Ramzi: Hola. Me llamo Fernando
Connor: Si. comenzamos el programo.
Connor: El primer competidor es Riul.
JTB: Yo llevo puesto un uniforme de béisbol.
Vam: Me gusta tu estilo.(hold up 9)
Matthew: no me gusta. (hold up 5)
Connor: El participante sigiente Fernando!
Ramzi: Yo llevo puesto un uniforme de fútbol.
Matteo: No me gusto. Esta es mal. (hold 3)
Ramzi: no! no me gusta a ti
Vam: Me gusta tu moda. (hold 10)
Ramzi: Si. Yo tengo trece puntos totales.
JTB: Haha! yo tengo catorce puntos totales!
Matthew: el ganador es Riul.
Vam: No! Fernando es el ganador.
Ramzi: No! Yo soy el perdedor!(Sad feeling)
Vam: Fernando lleva puesto los calcetines buenos
JTB: yo soy el ganador.
JTB: Hace sol. yo tengo gafas de sol.
Matthew: Hace buen tiempo.
Ramzi: mi ropa es fantastica!
JTB: NO! YO SOY MUY FANTÁSTICO!
Ramzi: tu eres gordo!
Matthew: Vamsish, tu eres gractoso
Vam: Nosotros eres divino.
JTB: Yo soy fabuloso!
Connor: Hasta luego!.

MCKK spanish skit

2009-11-14T00:43:26Z

Matthew: Created page with '==MCKK Spanish Skit== Katie: Bienvenidos a Sports Live. Katie:yo soy a repotora. Katie: Hola! me llamo Katie! Kyle: Hola! me llamo Kyle! Chris:Hola! me llamo Chris! Matthew…'

==MCKK Spanish Skit==
Katie: Bienvenidos a Sports Live.
Katie:yo soy a repotora.
Katie: Hola! me llamo Katie!
Kyle: Hola! me llamo Kyle!
Chris:Hola! me llamo Chris!
Matthew: Hola! me llamo Matthew!
Kyle: yo soy un jugador de beisbol.
Kyle: yo soy lo mejor jugador de beisbol en el mundo.
Katie: Me gusta beisbol.
Chris: No me gusta beisbol.
Chris: me gusta el futbol americano.
Kyle: Hace Frio!
Chris: no, hace calor.
Matthew: si, hace calor.
Matthew: yo soy un jugador de futbol.
Matthew: yo quiero jugar en Marzo.
Kyle: Beisbol es lo mejor.
Chris: no, futbol americano es lo mejor.
Matthew: no, futbol es lo mejor.
Katie: me gusta beisbol.
(all out brawl; fight)
Katie: Adios!

Rough draft MWK

2009-10-31T00:22:08Z

Matthew: /* Muhammad's assassination attempt */

=Introduction=
This is my pleasure-writing science-fiction story. Right now however, it is a mere rough draft. It can be edited by me at any time. Copying and pasting things off this page is rude,considering that this rough draft is embarrassing at the moment, and I would prefer you not to do it. This is a very recently made draft, so scenes haven't been given much thought yet. Chapters and pauses in the story have not been considered. To get to the home page click here -> [http://www.krupczak.org/index.php/Main_Page]. Brother is also writing a book and you can get to it by clicking here --> [ http://www.krupczak.org/index.php/Atlantis]
==Washington D.C. 2011==

Robert groaned as the gas tank counter went up. This was the cheapest gas in the county. Ever since the terrorists gained control of the oil, gas became scarce and expensive, because America had refused to trade with them. Not a single Hummer had been seen in months. After the counter reached an ungodly amount of money, he swiped his $500 Visa gift card into the tank. Little more than $410 was left. Almost three years had passed since Obama had taken office. The Global Recession hadn't gotten much better.He never thought he'd see the day when people wept for George Bush. Robert swept the sweat off his forehead on the way to his apartment. He had turned the air conditioner off and closed the car's windows to save gas. It would be a hard summer indeed.

==Somewhere along the main gas pipeline 2011==

Muhammad grinned and stroked his beard as the operation was about to be launched. The netting above them was about the best camouflage possible. It was literally a scale image of the ground below it, an image without all the hi-tech equipment, guns, and terrorists. Any planes or satellites would be easily fooled. Under the tarp was the main gas pipeline. After hard shoveling for hours, they finally hit the pipe. After opening up the pipe, they poured buckets full of tiny probes that could remotely detonate destroying everything on the pipeline. They ran from under the tarp and used it to cover up any traces of digging from the satellites. Muhammad's fellow friends told him he had 30 seconds until the next satellite picture was taken. dashing under the tree's cover, Muhammad wore a grin on his face. Not only did he just destroy a few American air fields with opposing air support, he had practically just convinced America to buy oil from them. Large fireworks would be seen that night.

==Washington D.C. 2011, 24 hours earlier==

When Robert got home he was exhausted from a hard day at work. He had just spent a chunk of his pay check at a gas pump. Tomorrow, he would be going on a business trip to Hawaii. He slept that night dreaming of warm water and soft sandy beaches.

Beep! Beep! Beep! Robert almost hit the alarm clock so hard he was lucky it wasn't pulverized. Thankfully, his flight was at 8:00 p.m. Unfortunately, he had left his alarm clock on. He had twelve hours until his flight.

==7:00 pm at the air port==

Robert put all his non-carry-on luggage on the conveyor belt. He took the rest with him. By the time he got through security and got to his gate, it was already 7:45. He would have to wait a few minutes. Robert pulled out a newspaper.

==8:00 somewhere along the main gas pipeline==

Muhammad grinned broadly. He held a remote control in his hands. When he pressed the BIG RED BUTTON the pipeline and everything on it would be incinerated, so to speak. His thumb tightened around the button. " You infidel! Don't do it yet" the man next to him said. "Wait until the probes get toward D.C." They already were. Muhammad pressed the button.

==8:00 at D.C. airport==

Unfortunately, the D.C. airport was along the main gas pipeline. Robert was thrown off his feet as the air port exploded. Most of the blast didn't effect Robert because none of the gas pipes were under his feet. All of the gates and airplanes exploded. As the conclusive whine wore out, he noticed everyone around him were covered in burns. He had suffered through no heat. He ran to the nearest payphone and got a free 911 call, only to find the phone lines were tied up. The blast's force and interference blew his cellphone. He couldn't get home (he got to the airport in a cab) and he couldn't call anyone for a ride because the phone lines were tied up. Robert tried to get out of the airport, but a security guard were in the way. They were holding a man. "I didn't do it"! The man said.
"well somebody did it and you are most likely of them all" The security guard shouted.
"He's the one"! The man pointed straight at Robert.
==An Inferno Moment==
The security guard charged at him with his electric baton flaming in the air. He ducked under the guards slash and in self defense, punched the guard. Where he punched the guard there was a 2nd degree burn. Robert snapped his fingers. A half-inch flame erupted from the tip of his thumb. Robert said nothing for the guard had recovered from the burn, and had prepared a downward slash. As the guard slashed down, Robert put the lit flame on his thumb into the guard's ear. The guard instantly fell. He crawled to a phone only to find it was tied up. When Robert got to the exit, he found it had somehow caught on fire. He could make fire now, maybe he could control it. Robert focused on the fire. Compressing it all together with his mind caused the fires to cancel each other out since there was not enough air for all of it. He pried the automatic doors apart. At the time, he didn't know how difficult the next few hours would be.

==Captured!==

Even though he was acting in self defense, Robert later regretted attacking the security. Guess who was the only one leaving when more cops arrived. The newly arriving cops had herd about Robert on their police scanner. They shot at him. One bullet came so close to his head the jet stream pulled off a little bit of his hair. Robert ran behind a column. The bullets stood no chance against the concrete.
Robert shot a small flame at the police cars. The police, startled by the explosion from behind them, were thrown onto the ground, unconscious. He was starting to walk away when he heard a thud and felt a cold spot on the back of his head. As he faded out, he saw only fire on the rims of his vision.

==Talk Mr. ...==

Robert couldn't believe what was happening. Because of his acts of self defense, he was found to be a criminal. Technically, he was supposed to have a trial and a lawyer. As funny as it seems he actually had a good one. But now was not the time for jokes. A hand came toward him and a new red mark was added to the collection on his face. As he saw things more clearly, he recognized they were military. Now he knew why he hadn't gotten a trial. When national security was at risk, rights of the "guilty" were simply ignored.
"Talk Mr. ... (the gaurd pulled out Robert's driver's license).. ''Robert'' " the soldier said.

"Well what do you want me to say?",Robert replied smartly,"The truth or what you want to hear".

This time Robert was hit with a baton. Robert almost thought he would hear a Russian "rhetorical question". Lots of blood and a tiny gold thing came out of his mouth.

"first brain damage, then broken bones, and now you popped my dental crown,"Robert weakly managed to humorously say."I really, '' '''really''' '' hope you're paying for my visit to the hospital".

He was about to be slapped again, but suddenly, his interrogator got a call on his radio. Robert was to dazed to hear.

"Well what do you think?" a voice came from the radio. "Should we take him or not?"

"A pyro like this is so rare, we shouldn't pass up the chance," the interrogator replied."I really just hope he isn't a terrorist."

==An explanation==

The next day Robert was taken to a new building. What he saw surprised him. A man was holding up cards with drawings on them, yet the blank side was facing the person being tested. The lady drew in the air what was on the flash cards, even though she couldn't see them. The next room was full of bent spoons, and Robert didn't think they were bent by hand. The second to last room on the hall had people knocking down empty soda cans, without even touching them. The last room was what really surprised him.

"welcome to the team," said one of the people in the room.
Robert then saw one person lifting dirt and rocks with their mind, another was swirling water around her,and one little girl was making a foot-sized tornado.
"This is our geokeneises expert," said a scientist in the room while pointing at the rock-mover.

"This women here is our hydrokeneises expert"he said while pointing to a mysterious 18-year old."code name: black rain"

"And I'm the telepathy, remote viewing, and areokenesis expert" said an excited 7 year old girl.

It took Robert a few seconds to realize that the girls mouth hadn't moved the hole time.

"this is our telepath," said the scientist."her name is Sarah."

"And you",the scientist said pointing to Robert"are our our pyro."
"Each of you shall learn some skills from the others,"the scientist said."You are a team now."

==Day one: basics==

"The first skill you need to learn is basic mental movement, or telekinesis,"the scientist said from behind the glass viewing window."you shall move the one pound cube from the red circle, to the blue circle; Without touching it. Sarah will take over from here."

"think of a moving motion in your head" Sarah said, again without moving her lips."Let the energy inside you flow from your stomach and head, through your heart, and out of your hand. Then surround the cube with the energy. Now move..."

Robert was all ready sliding the cube across the room.

"ow, my head," Robert groaned as he got a bad headache in the back, top right section of his head.It felt as if someone had just hit him on the back of his head with a baton. he knew how ''that'' felt

"here take this,"Sarah said with a little pink pill floating above her hand.

When Robert took it he felt energy flow into the back of his head and the headache disappeared.

"now you should try to bend this spoon, a basic telekinesis skill," Sarah said with a stainless steal spoon floating an inch above the girl's hand.

he tried with his mind to bend the spoon but it remained stubborn. He then used pyrokenesis (creation and movement of fire using the mind) to heat up the spoon to make it easier to bend.

when Sarah saw the steaming spoon on the floor that was bent all the way she said,"I see you are thinking that I will tell you that is cheating, but actually it is good to try to use your special power as much as you can."

The next couple hours went on by with the same routine, until he could bend the spoon without heating it up, and as the worked up from sliding the cube, lift a 9 lb. bowling ball.

"Great work so far," Sarah said with a grin on her face,"but I don't think you're prepared for what's next."

==an unusual round of target practice==

"The task is simple,"Sarah said as she picked up a few rocks out of a plastic tub with her mind and swirled them in the air,"You hit the targets with these rocks.Without throwing them."

Sarah then forced the rocks towards the wooden bull's eyes that were suspended from the ceiling. Robert lifted up a rock and hurled it at a target with his mind. It missed.

"Concentrate!",Sarah said.

This time Robert hit his mark.

"Again!"

Robert quickly hurled another rock at the target.

"Now," Sarah said in a slightly amused tone,"you are to hit a moving target. I suggest that you do it in rapid succession."

before Robert even threw a rock she read his mind and moved the target.

"Oh Come'on!" Robert said in an extremely annoyed voice."Now you are just toying with me!"

after two minutes of rapid rock throwing Robert finaly out paced Sarah.

Sarah giggled

"Not bad, Robert, Not bad at all."

== Muhammad's assassination attempt ==

Muhammad had taken out almost every airport in the entire eastern United States. He also blew up half of Alabama. Needless to say, he was on the news. The president's number of bodyguards doubled. They expected an assassination.

"Not yet," Muhammad said while he was stroking his beard,"Not yet"

In the meantime, he minus well wreak havoc.It was a sunny day in D.C. It was the right kind of day for tourists. However; Muhammad wasn't such. While the president was still in the white house, the secretary of defense was returning to D.C. in air force one. He had just been at a meeting in Canada to try to increase border control. air force one would be landing in a small airport in the outskirts of D.C. that hadn't been connected to the pipeline. Muhammad had a fake ID and a fake Check for 10,000 dollars if all else failed. Concealed in his coat was a flexable poision-dart gun that was entirely made of plastic so that it could trick metal-detectors and pat-down searchers. It all went wrong when the officer came.

"Sir, please follow me,"the officer said as he did a hand motion towards the MRI scanner.

Muhammad's results were negative.

The officer was walking towards Muhammad when he pulled out the gun and grabbed him."Don't move or I'll shoot!"

suddenly, the alarm sounded.The officer struggled and tried to twist Muhammad's arm around, but Muhammad was to strong. He only pressed the gun harder on the officer's neck, and removed the officer's gun from his holster. he then swapped the two guns, leaving the dart gun on the floor. He made his way to the entrance, and out the door. As soon as he was 100 yards away from the building he shot the officer's knee and ran. There was armored SUV waiting for him.

"Go! GO!" Muhammad said in a worried tone.

The SUV sped out of the airport at 60 miles an hour, and soon was out of sight.

==weapons training==

The task was simple. The team was brought a car, a blowtorch, and many other tools. The goal: make a weapon out of the car parts. After 2 hours, Sarah had made a explosives launcher out of a pipe, shock absorber, and car jack, Robert had made a gasoline-sprayer(self ignited of course), the rock mover had made a hand powered stun gun using a turbine from the wheel,a tire iron for the handle, and the radio antenna as the part that would shock people.

"I've had expierience being shocked by a stun gun",Robert said humorously,"and it is ''not''very fun."

The rock mover just stared at him coldly. Robert saw in his eyes that this man had seen death, and caused it. Robert saw he had days in the army, in the heat of the battle, and the last man standing in the finish. Then a mental wall came up, blocking him from continuing.

"I don't care what Sarah has been teaching you,"the man said with a face hard as stone,"but don't pry."

With a start Robert had accidentally read the rock-movers mind.

"Now to use these weapons."the instructor started."you will bring these to the shooting range. Sarah,you will be at range 1. Robert,#2._____*#3. I hope your new weapons work as good as they look" The instructor said as he started off into the shooting range.

<nowiki>*name undecided</nowiki>

Rough draft MWK

2009-10-30T23:48:00Z

Matthew: /* An explanation */

The bi-demensional fight

2009-09-05T12:54:32Z

Matthew:

=The bi-dimensional fight=

==part one==
http://www.krupczak.org/index.php/Image:V430B1_091736062233A_003.gif#file
==part two==
http://www.krupczak.org/index.php/Image:X430B1_09174651379EC_002.gif
==part three==
coming soon!

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2009-09-05T12:53:00Z

Matthew:

The bi-demensional fight

2009-09-05T12:51:44Z

Matthew: New page: =The bi-dimensional fight= ==part one== http://www.krupczak.org/index.php/Image:V430B1_091736062233A_003.gif#file ==part two== [[Image:file:///D:/private/ds/app/4B475545/gif/X430B1_091746...

=The bi-dimensional fight=

==part one==
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==part two==
[[Image:file:///D:/private/ds/app/4B475545/gif/X430B1_09174651379EC_002.gif]]

2009-06-08T20:12:35Z

Matthew: /* Day one: basics */

=Introduction=
This is my pleasure writing science fiction story. Right now however, it is a mere rough draft. It can be edited by me at any time. Copying and pasting things off this page is rude,considering that this rough draft is embarrassing at the moment, and I would prefer you not to do it. This is a very recently made draft, so scenes haven't been given much thought yet. Chapters and pauses in the story have not been considered.

==Washington D.C. 2011==

Robert groaned as the gas tank counter went up. This was the cheapest gas in the county. Ever since the terrorists gained control of the oil, gas became scarce and expensive, because America had refused to trade with them. Not a single Hummer had been seen in months. After the counter reached an ungodly amount of money, he swiped his $500 Visa gift card into the tank. Little more than $410 was left. Almost three years had passed since Obama had taken office. The Global Recession hadn't gotten much better.He never thought he'd see the day when people wept for George Bush.Robert swept the sweat off his forehead on the way to his apartment. He had turned the air conditioner off and closed the car's windows to save gas. It would be a hard summer indeed.

==Somewhere along the main gas pipeline 2011==

Muhammad grinned and stroked his beard as the operation was about to be launched. The netting above them was about the best camouflage possible. It was literally a scale image of the ground below it, an image without all the hi-tech equipment, guns, and terrorists. Any planes or satellites would be easily fooled. Under the tarp was the main gas pipeline. After hard shoveling for hours, they finally hit the pipe. After opening up the pipe, they poured buckets full of tiny probes that could remotely detonate destroying everything on the pipeline. They ran from under the tarp and used it to cover up any traces of digging from the satellites. Muhammad's fellow friends told him he had 30 seconds until the next satellite picture was taken. dashing under the tree's cover, Muhammad wore a grin on his face. Not only did he just destroy a few American air fields with opposing air support, he had practically just convinced America to buy oil from them. Large fireworks would be seen that night.

==Washington D.C. 2011, 24 hours earlier==

When Robert got home he was exhausted from a hard day at work. He had just spent about $100 at a gas pump. Tomorrow, he would be going on a business trip to Hawaii. He slept that night dreaming of warm water and soft sandy beaches.

Beep! Beep! Beep! Robert almost hit the alarm clock so hard he was lucky it wasn't pulverized. Thankfully, his flight was at 8:00 p.m. Unfortunately, he had left his alarm clock on. He had twelve hours until his flight.

==7:00 pm at the air port==

Robert put all his non-carry-on luggage on the conveyor belt. He took the rest with him. By the time he got through security and got to his gate, it was already 7:45. He would have to wait a few minutes. Robert pulled out a newspaper.

==8:00 somewhere along the main gas pipeline==

Muhammad grinned broadly. He held a remote control in his hands. When he pressed the BIG RED BUTTON the pipeline and everything on it would be incinerated, so to speak. His thumb tightened around the button. " You infidel! Don't do it yet" the man next to him said. "Wait until the probes get toward D.C." They already were. Muhammad pressed the button.

==8:00 at D.C. airport==

Unfortunately, the D.C. airport was along the main gas pipeline. Robert was thrown off his feet as the air port exploded. Most of the blast didn't effect Robert because none of the gas pipes were under his feet. All of the gates and airplanes exploded. As the conclusive whine wore out, he noticed everyone around him were covered in burns. He had suffered through no heat. He ran to the nearest payphone and got a free 911 call, only to find the phone lines were tied up. The blast's force and interference blew his cellphone. He couldn't get home (he got to the airport in a cab) and he couldn't call anyone for a ride because the phone lines were tied up. Robert tried to get out of the airport, but a security guard were in the way. They were holding a man. "I didn't do it"! The man said.
"well somebody did it and you are most likely of them all" The security guard shouted.
"He's the one"! The man pointed straight at Robert.
==An Inferno Moment==
The security guard charged at him with his electric baton flaming in the air. He ducked under the guards slash and in self defense, punched the guard. Where he punched the guard there was a 2nd degree burn. Robert snapped his fingers. A half-inch flame erupted from the tip of his thumb. Robert said nothing for the guard had recovered from the burn, and had prepared a downward slash. As the guard slashed down, Robert put the lit flame on his thumb into the guard's ear. The guard instantly fell. He crawled to a phone only to find it was tied up. When Robert got to the exit, he found it had somehow caught on fire. He could make fire now, maybe he could control it. Robert focused on the fire. Compressing it all together with his mind caused the fires to cancel each other out since there was not enough air for all of it. He pried the automatic doors apart. At the time, he didn't know how difficult the next few hours would be.

==Captured!==

Even though he was acting in self defense, Robert later regretted attacking the security. Guess who was the only one leaving when more cops arrived. The newly arriving cops had herd about Robert on their police scanner. They shot at him. One bullet came so close to his head the jet stream pulled off a little bit of his hair. Robert ran behind a column. The bullets stood no chance against the concrete.
Robert shot a small flame at the police cars. The police, startled by the explosion from behind them, were thrown onto the ground, unconscious. He was starting to walk away when he heard a thud and felt a cold spot on the back of his head. As he faded out, he saw only fire on the rims of his vision.

==Talk Mr. ...==

Robert couldn't believe what was happening. Because of his acts of self defense, he was found to be a criminal. Technically, he was supposed to have a trial and a lawyer. As funny as it seems he actually had a good one. But now was not the time for jokes. A hand came toward him and a new red mark was added to the collection on his face. As he saw things more clearly, he recognized they were military. Now he knew why he hadn't gotten a trial. When national security was at risk, rights of the "guilty" were simply ignored.
"Talk Mr. ... (the gaurd pulled out Robert's driver's license).. ''Robert'' " the soldier said.

"Well what do you want me to say?",Robert replied smartly,"The truth or what you want to hear".

This time Robert was hit with a baton. Robert almost thought he would hear a Russian "rhetorical question". Lots of blood and a tiny gold thing came out of his mouth.

"first brain damage, then broken bones, and now you popped my dental crown,"Robert weakly managed to humorously say."I really, '' '''really''' '' hope you're paying for my visit to the hospital".

He was about to be slapped again, but suddenly, his interrogator got a call on his radio. Robert was to dazed to hear.

"Well what do you think?" a voice came from the radio. "Should we take him or not?"

"A specimen like this is so rare, we shouldn't pass up the chance," the interrogator replied."I really just hope he isn't a terrorist."

==An explanation==

The next day Robert was taken to a new building. What he saw surprised him. A man was holding up cards with drawings on them, yet the blank side was facing the person being tested. The lady drew in the air what was on the flash cards, even though she couldn't see them. The next room was full of bent spoons, and Robert didn't think they were bent by hand. The second to last room on the hall had people knocking down empty soda cans, without even touching them. The last room was what really surprised him.

"welcome to the team," said one of the people in the room.
Robert then saw one person lifting dirt and rocks with their mind, another was swirling water around her,and one little girl was making a foot-sized tornado.
"This is our geokeneises expert," said a scientist in the room while pointing at the rock-mover."codename: the gravler".

"This women here is our hydrokeneises expert"he said while pointing to a mysterious 18-year old."code name: black rain"

"And I'm the telepathy, remote viewing, and areokenesis expert" said an excited 7 year old girl.

It took Robert a few seconds to realize that the girls mouth hadn't moved the hole time.

"this is our telepath," said the scientist."her name is Sarah."

"And you",the scientist said pointing to Robert"are our our pyro."
"Each of you shall learn some skills from the others,"the scientist said."You are a team now."

==Day one: basics==

"The first skill you need to learn is basic mental movement, or telekinesis,"the scientist said from behind the glass viewing window."you shall move the one kilogram cube from the red circle, to the blue circle; Without touching it. Sarah will take over from here."

"think of a moving motion in your head" Sarah said, again without moving her lips."Let the energy inside you flow from your stomach and head, through your heart, and out of your hand. Then surround the cube with the energy. Now move..."

Robert was all ready sliding the cube across the room.

"ow, my head," Robert groaned as he got a bad headache in the back, top right section of his head.It felt as if someone had just hit him on the back of his head with a baton. he knew how ''that'' felt

"here take this,"Sarah said with a little pink pill floating above her hand.

When Robert took it he felt energy flow into the back of his head and the headache disappeared.

"now you should try to bend this spoon, a basic telekinesis skill," Sarah said with a stainless steal spoon floating an inch above the girl's hand.

he tried with his mind to bend the spoon but it remained stubborn. He then used pyrokenesis (creation and movement of fire using the mind) to heat up the spoon to make it easier to bend.

when Sarah saw the steaming spoon on the floor that was bent all the way she said,"I see you are thinking that I will tell you that is cheating, but actually it is good to try to use your special power as much as you can."

The next couple hours went on by with the same routine, until he could bend the spoon without heating it up, and as the worked up from sliding the cube, lift a 9 lb. bowling ball.

"Great work so far," Sarah said with a grin on her face,"but I don't think you're prepared for what's next."

Atlantis Rising: Chapter 2

2009-05-19T00:34:33Z

Matthew:

The second chapter of the series.

Previous Chapter: [[Phoenix Rising: Chapter 1]]

Homepage: [[Atlantis]]

Yes, I realize that chapter 2 is still as of yet outdated and un-refurnished. It's currently under construction and may take a while to finish.

----

'''11:46 Hours, Military Clock, December 11, Paris, France'''

"Your name, please?"

I ran my eyes over the young receptionist. The dark-wood interior of the Embassy was a far cry from the combat zone I had just stepped out of. I looked around quickly, sizing everything up. Polished marble floors, mahogany paneled walls, large, plate glass windows looking deeper into the building and back out to the open courtyards outside. These last had been recently barred over, by the looks of the fresh weld marks on the joints and seals. A bright crystalline chandelier hung from the ceiling. A balcony ran overhead, lining the entire room, with more doors leading off to God knew where.

It would've been a good position for an ambush, except for the fact that it was inside the US Embassy walls, guarded by about a hundred marines and advanced armor and weaponry.

"Kenderson. Matt." I said, stepping forward.

"Campbell, James." Jamie said after me. Scar and Holly gave their names.

"Now how bout some answers, lady?" I demanded. "What's all this about? Why are the French suddenly taking up American citizens?"

The blond receptionist's artificial smile wavered momentarily. "I'm just here to take the list, sir. Please proceed down the stairs ahead and you will come to a lobby where all the other evacuees are currently waiting."

She wasn't paid to answer the questions. I shrugged and motioned for my crew to follow.

The two sneaks vaulted over the high wall, one after the other, carefully timing their approach so that the guards wouldn't see. Contrary to the popular belief, spies did not wear a classic skin-tight jet black uniform. Even in the dead of night, nothing is truly black, bit instead a dark shade of gray. And in real life, spies like these wore baggy suits that tried to break up the outline of a humanoid figure with irregular spacing of different sized pockets. Nothing was symmetrical about these two French SpecOps.

The two assassins clutched their silenced SMGs tightly. If anything went wrong, there was pretty much nothing their backup could do.

The two darted quickly across the lawn, both decked out in olive-drab camouflage fatigues and lightly armored.

A passing guard caught a glimpse of movement out of his eye, but by the time he turned to look the two SpecOps saboteurs had hit the deck, looking like just another part of the shrubbery. The guard returned to his rounds as one of the saboteurs took out a small plasma cutter and started the melting through the brick and reinforced steel while the other covered the first.

This was too easy.

The mass of Americans inside the Embassy was anything but quiet. Single men and women stood holding briefcases, dressed in expensive suits, yelling for lawyers. Families stood in corners, peering oddly at anyone that came too close. A group of drunk teenagers stood in the middle, singing random snatches of song.

And above all the din was a man standing on a desk in the middle of the lobby, dressed in a tailored black suit, with two similarly dressed Secret Service men flanking him. He held a loudspeaker and was attempting to get the crowd under control.

I strode up to him, my crew in tow. I looked him over, then tapped his knee to get his attention.

The man bent over and hopped to the ground, nimbly for such a tight-fitting suit.

"May I help you?" He asked warily.

"Kenderson, Matt. Private First Class, US Army." I said, saluting. "Mind if I ask, sir, what the hell is going on here?"

"Good, good, someone who knows what he's doing." The Suit said. "Major Charles Morrison."

I saluted again, tightly.

"Tensions have been high for some time, leading up to December 12th. Well, today, they snapped. Charles de Fontaine was assassinated. And France thinks America is to blame."

I blinked. "The French president? Evidence?"

"De Fontaine was in America at the time. He was visiting at the White House. Went in, never came out.

I whistled. "That's some pretty heavy evidence."

"The VP ordered a nation-wide collection of all Americans in France. Naturally, we couldn't let that happen. We've sent marine squads out into Paris to track down any Americans still in the city. I'm surprised you didn't meet up with any."

"That's just our luck, then." Jamie put in over my shoulder. "We had to jump off a ''twenty story hotel'' into a fricken' ''pool''."

"Orders?" I asked.

"Report to Sgt. Carter in the armory. I have a feeling he'll be wanting you to suit up for some action."

Carter was stereotypically gnawing on an unlit cigar. "Alright, boys!" He yelled as we entered, tossing us matte-black padded undersuits. "Get changed. No gawking. Move it!"

The four of us glanced at each other, then turned and started stripping down to our boxers and underwear, pulling on the dark combat suits. Carter waited impatiently, then lead us into the actual armory. Suits of matte-black impact plating armor lined one wall, and on the other were stocked dozens of highly-lethal-looking rifles and weaponry. The room was lit with a classic fluorescent-and-bare-white candor.

Each of us donned a suit of impact-plates. Carter tossed all of us helmets with a built-in HUD and wireless communications linkup.

Jamie strode forward and grabbed two G36c assault rifles, tossed one to me, and started distributing ammo. "Let's move, ladies!" Carter yelled, holding the door open as we and three other fully suited marines marched out, Carter giving us the specs of the armor we were wearing. A prototype. I ''hated'' prototypes.

Five minutes later we were in the back of an armored Humvee. Carter was driving. I was on the M60 MG. Jamie was riding shotgun, and the girls were in the back with the three other marines, who as of yet had proved silent and unresponsive.

"What're we out here for?" I yelled above the wind as we hurtled at about 80 miles an hour down the deserted road.

"Two teams got pinned down in a restaurant not far from here. Command estimates about 40 civilians. We're gonna crash the party." Carter yelled back, flooring the accelerator as we drifted out of a 90 degree turn.

I held on grimly to the MG, while in the passenger seat Jamie whooped. The girls got tossed around a bit in the back, but then we were riding smoothly again.

"ETA 30 seconds!" Carter called a minute later. I made sure a belt was locked in the gun and chambered a round, setting the crosshairs where I imagined an enemy jeep to be. Carter relayed a live vid feed to our helmets from a tactical UAV drone. In the rapidly sinking sunlight I observed a blockade around a multi-story restaurant and hotel complex, and flashes of gunfire going in between. A grenade sailed through the chaos, landing beneath a French troop transport truck and shredding all the nearby materials.

I zoomed out from the image and spotted our Humvee, about a block away and rapidly approaching.

I canceled out of the UAV image as Carter relayed firing zones and suppressive positions we were supposed to cover.

Then we hit the intersection next to the restaurant and swung into another 90 degree turn, Carter accelerating off the curve.

Just as quickly he slammed the brakes and threw the Humvee into another 90 degree turn, stopping us mere yards away from the French soldiers. I opened fire with the MG before they even knew what happened, spewing 7.62mm NATO hollow-point anti-personnel rounds at the remaining French troops while Jamie kicked the door open and hopped out, still going about 20 miles an hour. He hit the ground rolling and was quickly followed by the three marines in the back, who were followed by Scar and Holly. Carter got out a second later and opened fire one handed while he primed a grenade in the other, adding to the murderous suppressive angle I was laying down.

The French forces were now divided between multiple targets, and we strafed them mercilessly. Carter hurled his grenade. Frenchies fell from all directions, and the MG grew hot in my gloved hands. I shredded any target that popped up, and Holly lobbed another grenade. Jamie and Scar sprinted for the building while Carter and two of the marines flanked left.

Holly dove for cover as the Frenchies returned fire with some kind of grenade launcher, and the third marine was consumed in a roiling cloud of fire. I winced, ducking behind the metal shield of the MG as the gun clacked to let me know it was out of ammo. I flipped the top open, grabbed a fresh belt, and fed it into the receiver.

While I was reloading, the Frenchies took advantage of the lull in the fire to regroup, and another grenade hurtled right for Holly.

''Duck!'' I thought quickly, and Holly heeded. She threw herself against the ground so hard I felt the breath knocked out of her, and the 40mm Napalm-filled hollow grenade whistled right past her left ear. It exploded with a slightly muffled thud a couple yards behind, igniting a hot-dog stand.

I chambered the first round and opened fire again, and the exposed soldiers fell from multiple hits. Jamie crashed through the barricaded front door of the restaurant, Scar right behind him with medical gear in hand. Carter had been steadily advancing from cover to cover, now the 30-something-year-old seasoned veteran vaulted a car that the Frenchies were using as cover and opened fire from behind while I layed down covering fire. The other two marines took peaking shots from overturned vehicles and mounds of rubble in the street.

And then their was silence. No return fire. No screaming. Only the background crackling as the napalm consumed the vendor stand and the muted cracks of gunfire from somewhere else in the city. The Frenchies were all dead or had surrendered.

Sergeant Carter had just earned my permanent respect from having vaulted over the car. I stayed on the MG and tracked the medical helicopter that hovered down to the pavement, ready to evac the civilians. Out of the corner of my eye I spotted the two marines cuffing the soldiers that had surrendered, and Carter plucking the tags off the burned marine. Poor guy. He would be the first of many to die in this war.

The French saboteur gave a small grunt of impatience as the plasma knife cut the last brick out of the wall. It was nearly nightfall. A warm, dusky golden glow had settled over the landscape, accentuated by the clear, Wintery electric-blue sky. The leafless trees swayed in time with a gentle wind, and the sounds of machine gun fire and explosions seemed oddly far off. It was almost peaceful.

Then the saboteur kicked in the neatly melted hole in the red bricks, and the two gained entrance to the US Embassy. And they didn't come with plans of world peace.

On the way back, Jamie insisted on manning the MG. Carter drove again, and one of the two marines rode shotgun. Me, Holly, Scar, and the last marine were in the back, and Scar was patching up a small groove in my cheek where a bullet had apparently grazed me. I hadn't even noticed, I was so wired on adrenaline.

Scar was good with the medic stuff. Jamie was the pyromaniacal sniper who loved explosives and large weapons. Holly was my rifleman/grenadier/all-around down-to-earth girl. And I was the techno-computer-battlefield engineering dude. We would make the perfect team, given a little more training and experience. I was still jittery from being shot at, and coming down off the adrenaline high. God, I loved adrenaline.

"Good work, soldiers. You did well. Mission accomplished." Carter said eventually. He sounded reluctant.

"Thankya' kindly, Sarge!" I said, putting on a heavy Southern accent. His lips twitched. I'm not sure if it was possible for Carter to grin, but that was about his version of it, more or less.

We sped through the back entrance to the Embassy, where the garage was. Another M1 Abrams Tank was idling in the parking lot, and a Bradley Assault Transport Vehicle was parked in a corner, next to a couple more Humvees. An unsmiling and serious green-on-olive clad soldier waved us through to the poorly lit parking garage.

A couple minutes later, Carter was leading back down to the Embassy. I stumbled when we entered the main room; nearly everyone was gone, and a slowly moving line lead back the way we had come, to the parking garage where I saw a helicopter landing. We met up with the major at his desk again.

"That's everyone, major." Carter reported.

"Good, good. In about five minutes we'll have the rest loaded onto the helos, and then all we have to do is make it across the country, to the open ocean. The president is sending a carrier fleet to the Mediterranean. We'll hop aboard and tag a ride back to the States."

Just then Holly walked up and tapped my shoulder. "I don't like this. Something's wrong." She whispered quietly.

And then the world exploded. I had just enough time to hug Holly close to me and raise my arm, casting a reflexive telekinetic field around my crew, Carter, and Morrison, before we were enveloped in fire. I remember mentally straining back against the enormous pressure trying to penetrate my shield, and then it broke. Holly and I were thrown back, but I blacked out as we came into violent contact with a solid marble object. So much for psichological powers.

----
[[Phoenix Rising: Chapter 3]]

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Rough draft MWK

2009-05-04T01:02:36Z

Matthew: /* Introduction */

=Introduction=
This is my pleasure writing science fiction story. Right now however, it is a mere rough draft. It can be edited by me at any time. Copying and pasting things off this page is rude,considering that this rough draft is embarrassing at the moment, and I would prefer you not to do it. This is a very recently made draft, so scenes haven't been given much thought yet. Chapters and pauses in the story have not been considered.

==Washington D.C. 2011==

Robert groaned as the gas tank counter went up. This was the cheapest gas in the county. Ever since the terrorists gained control of the oil, gas became scarce and expensive, because America had refused to trade with them. Not a single Hummer had been seen in months. After the counter reached an ungodly amount of money, he swiped his $500 Visa gift card into the tank. Little more than $410 was left. Almost three years had passed since Obama had taken office. The Global Recession hadn't gotten much better.He never thought he'd see the day when people wept for George Bush.Robert swept the sweat off his forehead on the way to his apartment. He had turned the air conditioner off and closed the car's windows to save gas. It would be a hard summer indeed.

==Somewhere along the main gas pipeline 2011==

Muhammad grinned and stroked his beard as the operation was about to be launched. The netting above them was about the best camouflage possible. It was literally a scale image of the ground below it, an image without all the hi-tech equipment, guns, and terrorists. Any planes or satellites would be easily fooled. Under the tarp was the main gas pipeline. After hard shoveling for hours, they finally hit the pipe. After opening up the pipe, they poured buckets full of tiny probes that could remotely detonate destroying everything on the pipeline. They ran from under the tarp and used it to cover up any traces of digging from the satellites. Muhammad's fellow friends told him he had 30 seconds until the next satellite picture was taken. dashing under the tree's cover, Muhammad wore a grin on his face. Not only did he just destroy a few American air fields with opposing air support, he had practically just convinced America to buy oil from them. Large fireworks would be seen that night.

==Washington D.C. 2011, 24 hours earlier==

When Robert got home he was exhausted from a hard day at work. He had just spent about $100 at a gas pump. Tomorrow, he would be going on a business trip to Hawaii. He slept that night dreaming of warm water and soft sandy beaches.

Beep! Beep! Beep! Robert almost hit the alarm clock so hard he was lucky it wasn't pulverized. Thankfully, his flight was at 8:00 p.m. Unfortunately, he had left his alarm clock on. He had twelve hours until his flight.

==7:00 pm at the air port==

Robert put all his non-carry-on luggage on the conveyor belt. He took the rest with him. By the time he got through security and got to his gate, it was already 7:45. He would have to wait a few minutes. Robert pulled out a newspaper.

==8:00 somewhere along the main gas pipeline==

Muhammad grinned broadly. He held a remote control in his hands. When he pressed the BIG RED BUTTON the pipeline and everything on it would be incinerated, so to speak. His thumb tightened around the button. " You infidel! Don't do it yet" the man next to him said. "Wait until the probes get toward D.C." They already were. Muhammad pressed the button.

==8:00 at D.C. airport==

Unfortunately, the D.C. airport was along the main gas pipeline. Robert was thrown off his feet as the air port exploded. Most of the blast didn't effect Robert because none of the gas pipes were under his feet. All of the gates and airplanes exploded. As the conclusive whine wore out, he noticed everyone around him were covered in burns. He had suffered through no heat. He ran to the nearest payphone and got a free 911 call, only to find the phone lines were tied up. The blast's force and interference blew his cellphone. He couldn't get home (he got to the airport in a cab) and he couldn't call anyone for a ride because the phone lines were tied up. Robert tried to get out of the airport, but a security guard were in the way. They were holding a man. "I didn't do it"! The man said.
"well somebody did it and you are most likely of them all" The security guard shouted.
"He's the one"! The man pointed straight at Robert.
==An Inferno Moment==
The security guard charged at him with his electric baton flaming in the air. He ducked under the guards slash and in self defense, punched the guard. Where he punched the guard there was a 2nd degree burn. Robert snapped his fingers. A half-inch flame erupted from the tip of his thumb. Robert said nothing for the guard had recovered from the burn, and had prepared a downward slash. As the guard slashed down, Robert put the lit flame on his thumb into the guard's ear. The guard instantly fell. He crawled to a phone only to find it was tied up. When Robert got to the exit, he found it had somehow caught on fire. He could make fire now, maybe he could control it. Robert focused on the fire. Compressing it all together with his mind caused the fires to cancel each other out since there was not enough air for all of it. He pried the automatic doors apart. At the time, he didn't know how difficult the next few hours would be.

==Captured!==

Even though he was acting in self defense, Robert later regretted attacking the security. Guess who was the only one leaving when more cops arrived. The newly arriving cops had herd about Robert on their police scanner. They shot at him. One bullet came so close to his head the jet stream pulled off a little bit of his hair. Robert ran behind a column. The bullets stood no chance against the concrete.
Robert shot a small flame at the police cars. The police, startled by the explosion from behind them, were thrown onto the ground, unconscious. He was starting to walk away when he heard a thud and felt a cold spot on the back of his head. As he faded out, he saw only fire on the rims of his vision.

==Talk Mr. ...==

Robert couldn't believe what was happening. Because of his acts of self defense, he was found to be a criminal. Technically, he was supposed to have a trial and a lawyer. As funny as it seems he actually had a good one. But now was not the time for jokes. A hand came toward him and a new red mark was added to the collection on his face. As he saw things more clearly, he recognized they were military. Now he knew why he hadn't gotten a trial. When national security was at risk, rights of the "guilty" were simply ignored.
"Talk Mr. ... (the gaurd pulled out Robert's driver's license).. ''Robert'' " the soldier said.

"Well what do you want me to say?",Robert replied smartly,"The truth or what you want to hear".

This time Robert was hit with a baton. Robert almost thought he would hear a Russian "rhetorical question". Lots of blood and a tiny gold thing came out of his mouth.

"first brain damage, then broken bones, and now you popped my dental crown,"Robert weakly managed to humorously say."I really, '' '''really''' '' hope you're paying for my visit to the hospital".

He was about to be slapped again, but suddenly, his interrogator got a call on his radio. Robert was to dazed to hear.

"Well what do you think?" a voice came from the radio. "Should we take him or not?"

"A specimen like this is so rare, we shouldn't pass up the chance," the interrogator replied."I really just hope he isn't a terrorist."

==An explanation==

The next day Robert was taken to a new building. What he saw surprised him. A man was holding up cards with drawings on them, yet the blank side was facing the person being tested. The lady drew in the air what was on the flash cards, even though she couldn't see them. The next room was full of bent spoons, and Robert didn't think they were bent by hand. The second to last room on the hall had people knocking down empty soda cans, without even touching them. The last room was what really surprised him.

"welcome to the team," said one of the people in the room.
Robert then saw one person lifting dirt and rocks with their mind, another was swirling water around her,and one little girl was making a foot-sized tornado.
"This is our geokeneises expert," said a scientist in the room while pointing at the rock-mover."codename: the gravler".

"This women here is our hydrokeneises expert"he said while pointing to a mysterious 18-year old."code name: black rain"

"And I'm the telepathy, remote viewing, and areokenesis expert" said an excited 7 year old girl.

It took Robert a few seconds to realize that the girls mouth hadn't moved the hole time.

"this is our telepath," said the scientist."her name is Sarah."

"And you",the scientist said pointing to Robert"are our our pyro."
"Each of you shall learn some skills from the others,"the scientist said."You are a team now."

==Day one: basics==

"The first skill you need to learn is basic mental movement, or telekinesis,"the scientist said from behind the glass viewing window."you shall move the one kilogram cube from the red circle, to the blue circle; Without touching it. Sarah will take over from here."

"think of a moving motion in your head" Sarah said, again without moving her lips."Let the energy inside you flow from your stomach and head, through your heart, and out of your hand. Then surround the cube with the energy. Now move..."

Robert was all ready sliding the cube across the room.

"ow, my head," Robert groaned as he got a bad headache in the back, top right section of his head.

"here take this,"Sarah said with a little pink pill floating above her hand.

When Robert took it he felt energy flow into the back of his head and the headache disappeared.

"now you should try to bend this spoon, a basic telekinesis skill," Sarah said with a stainless steal spoon floating an inch above the girl's hand.

2009-02-12T23:05:38Z

Matthew: /* Introduction */

=Introduction=
This is my pleasure writing science fiction story. Right now however, it is a mere rough draft. It can be edited by me at any time. Copying and pasting things off this page is copyright, and I would prefer you not to do it. This is a very recently made draft, so scenes haven't been given much thought yet. Now go ahead and lay back and enjoy my totally cheesy rough draft.

==Washington D.C. 2011==

Robert groaned as the gas tank counter went up. This was the cheapest gas in the county. Ever since the terrorists gained control of the oil, gas became scarce and expensive, because America had refused to trade with them. Not a single Hummer had been seen in months. After the counter reached an ungodly amount of money, he swiped his $500 Visa gift card into the tank. Little more than $410 was left. Almost three years had passed since Obama had taken office. The Global Recession hadn't gotten much better.He never thought he'd see the day when people wept for George Bush.Robert swept the sweat off his forehead on the way to his apartment. He had turned the air conditioner off and closed the car's windows to save gas. It would be a hard summer indeed.

==Somewhere along the main gas pipeline 2011==

Muhammad grinned and stroked his beard as the operation was about to be launched. The netting above them was about the best camouflage possible. It was literally a scale image of the ground below it, an image without all the hi-tech equipment, guns, and terrorists. Any planes or satellites would be easily fooled. Under the tarp was the main gas pipeline. After hard shoveling for hours, they finally hit the pipe. After opening up the pipe, they poured buckets full of tiny probes that could remotely detonate destroying everything on the pipeline. They ran from under the tarp and used it to cover up any traces of digging from the satellites. Muhammad's fellow friends told him he had 30 seconds until the next satellite picture was taken. dashing under the tree's cover, Muhammad wore a grin on his face. Not only did he just destroy a few American air fields with opposing air support, he had practically just convinced America to buy oil from them. Large fireworks would be seen that night.

==Washington D.C. 2011, 24 hours earlier==

When Robert got home he was exhausted from a hard day at work. He had just spent about $100 at a gas pump. Tomorrow, he would be going on a business trip to Hawaii. He slept that night dreaming of warm water and soft sandy beaches.

Beep! Beep! Beep! Robert almost hit the alarm clock so hard he was lucky it wasn't pulverized. Thankfully, his flight was at 8:00 p.m. Unfortunately, he had left his alarm clock on. He had twelve hours until his flight.

==7:00 pm at the air port==

Robert put all his non-carry-on luggage on the conveyor belt. He took the rest with him. By the time he got through security and got to his gate, it was already 7:45. He would have to wait a few minutes. Robert pulled out a newspaper.

==8:00 somewhere along the main gas pipeline==

Muhammad grinned broadly. He held a remote control in his hands. When he pressed the BIG RED BUTTON the pipeline and everything on it would be incinerated, so to speak. His thumb tightened around the button. " You infidel! Don't do it yet" the man next to him said. "Wait until the probes get toward D.C." They already were. Muhammad pressed the button.

==8:00 at D.C. airport==

Unfortunately, the D.C. airport was along the main gas pipeline. Robert was thrown off his feet as the air port exploded. Most of the blast didn't effect Robert because none of the gas pipes were under his feet. All of the gates and airplanes exploded. As the conclusive whine wore out, he noticed everyone around him were covered in burns. He had suffered through no heat. He ran to the nearest payphone and got a free 911 call, only to find the phone lines were tied up. The blast's force and interference blew his cellphone. He couldn't get home (he got to the airport in a cab) and he couldn't call anyone for a ride because the phone lines were tied up. Robert tried to get out of the airport, but a security guard were in the way. They were holding a man. "I didn't do it"! The man said.
"well somebody did it and you are most likely of them all" The security guard shouted.
"He's the one"! The man pointed straight at Robert.
==An Inferno Moment==
The security guard charged at him with electric batons in the air. He ducked under the guards slash and in self defense, punched the guard. Where he punched the guard there was a 2nd degree burn. Robert snapped his fingers. A half-inch flame erupted from the tip of his thumb. Robert said nothing for the guard had recovered from the burn, and had prepared a downward slash. As the guard slashed down, Robert put the lit flame on his thumb into the guard's ear. The guard instantly fell. He crawled to a phone only to find it was tied up. When Robert got to the exit, he found it had somehow caught on fire. He could make fire now, maybe he could control it. Robert focused on the fire. Compressing it all together with his mind caused the fires to cancel each other out since there was not enough air for all of it. He pried the automatic doors apart. At the time, he didn't know how difficult the next few hours would be.

Rough draft MWK

2009-02-12T23:05:22Z

Matthew: /* Washington D.C. 2011 */

==Introduction==
This is my pleasure writing science fiction story. Right now however, it is a mere rough draft. It can be edited by me at any time. Copying and pasting things off this page is copyright, and I would prefer you not to do it. This is a very recently made draft, so scenes haven't been given much thought yet. Now go ahead and lay back and enjoy my totally cheesy rough draft.

==Washington D.C. 2011==

Robert groaned as the gas tank counter went up. This was the cheapest gas in the county. Ever since the terrorists gained control of the oil, gas became scarce and expensive, because America had refused to trade with them. Not a single Hummer had been seen in months. After the counter reached an ungodly amount of money, he swiped his $500 Visa gift card into the tank. Little more than $410 was left. Almost three years had passed since Obama had taken office. The Global Recession hadn't gotten much better.He never thought he'd see the day when people wept for George Bush.Robert swept the sweat off his forehead on the way to his apartment. He had turned the air conditioner off and closed the car's windows to save gas. It would be a hard summer indeed.

==Somewhere along the main gas pipeline 2011==

Muhammad grinned and stroked his beard as the operation was about to be launched. The netting above them was about the best camouflage possible. It was literally a scale image of the ground below it, an image without all the hi-tech equipment, guns, and terrorists. Any planes or satellites would be easily fooled. Under the tarp was the main gas pipeline. After hard shoveling for hours, they finally hit the pipe. After opening up the pipe, they poured buckets full of tiny probes that could remotely detonate destroying everything on the pipeline. They ran from under the tarp and used it to cover up any traces of digging from the satellites. Muhammad's fellow friends told him he had 30 seconds until the next satellite picture was taken. dashing under the tree's cover, Muhammad wore a grin on his face. Not only did he just destroy a few American air fields with opposing air support, he had practically just convinced America to buy oil from them. Large fireworks would be seen that night.

==Washington D.C. 2011, 24 hours earlier==

When Robert got home he was exhausted from a hard day at work. He had just spent about $100 at a gas pump. Tomorrow, he would be going on a business trip to Hawaii. He slept that night dreaming of warm water and soft sandy beaches.

Beep! Beep! Beep! Robert almost hit the alarm clock so hard he was lucky it wasn't pulverized. Thankfully, his flight was at 8:00 p.m. Unfortunately, he had left his alarm clock on. He had twelve hours until his flight.

==7:00 pm at the air port==

Robert put all his non-carry-on luggage on the conveyor belt. He took the rest with him. By the time he got through security and got to his gate, it was already 7:45. He would have to wait a few minutes. Robert pulled out a newspaper.

==8:00 somewhere along the main gas pipeline==

Muhammad grinned broadly. He held a remote control in his hands. When he pressed the BIG RED BUTTON the pipeline and everything on it would be incinerated, so to speak. His thumb tightened around the button. " You infidel! Don't do it yet" the man next to him said. "Wait until the probes get toward D.C." They already were. Muhammad pressed the button.

==8:00 at D.C. airport==

Unfortunately, the D.C. airport was along the main gas pipeline. Robert was thrown off his feet as the air port exploded. Most of the blast didn't effect Robert because none of the gas pipes were under his feet. All of the gates and airplanes exploded. As the conclusive whine wore out, he noticed everyone around him were covered in burns. He had suffered through no heat. He ran to the nearest payphone and got a free 911 call, only to find the phone lines were tied up. The blast's force and interference blew his cellphone. He couldn't get home (he got to the airport in a cab) and he couldn't call anyone for a ride because the phone lines were tied up. Robert tried to get out of the airport, but a security guard were in the way. They were holding a man. "I didn't do it"! The man said.
"well somebody did it and you are most likely of them all" The security guard shouted.
"He's the one"! The man pointed straight at Robert.
==An Inferno Moment==
The security guard charged at him with electric batons in the air. He ducked under the guards slash and in self defense, punched the guard. Where he punched the guard there was a 2nd degree burn. Robert snapped his fingers. A half-inch flame erupted from the tip of his thumb. Robert said nothing for the guard had recovered from the burn, and had prepared a downward slash. As the guard slashed down, Robert put the lit flame on his thumb into the guard's ear. The guard instantly fell. He crawled to a phone only to find it was tied up. When Robert got to the exit, he found it had somehow caught on fire. He could make fire now, maybe he could control it. Robert focused on the fire. Compressing it all together with his mind caused the fires to cancel each other out since there was not enough air for all of it. He pried the automatic doors apart. At the time, he didn't know how difficult the next few hours would be.