"Summer, a time you get to relax and enjoy life, if you are not one of the destined six. The story all began with that crazy summer camp in Japan, which was not like any camp most people visit. But I am getting ahead of myself. My name is Logan, Logan Hunt. Just your everyday guy who gets picked on alot and has hardly any friends. You see, my mother and father were good people who had to do terrible things in order to make a living because they were so poor. When I was only 4, I was taken to my uncle's place in Florida while my parents were sent to jail for life. I later found out that they had killed themselves for not being able to handle the world anymore. My uncle became my father to me, which I am glad to have such a kind man who cares alot about me. Anyways, the summer of 2012 was where our story, the story of the new tamers, began. It started out for me on the last day of school......................." - Logan Hunt (speaker of the story)

 

 

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~CHAPTER 1: LEAVING FOR THE FUTURE~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 

 

 

"Bruce, come back here and give me my outfit!" Logan screamed out. He had gone to finish his last period of the year, gym, when his number one rival stole his outfit just as the last school bell was ringing. "You mean these? You want them than come and get them!" Bruce said. The two boys ran until they passed by the prinicpal. "Hold it! Bruce, how many times do you do this?" Dr. Rue asked. Bruce looked down, "Um, this would make the 20th time this year." Bruce said. "And why do you do this? Why cant you just leave Logan alone?" Dr. Rue asked. "I'm sorry. Here Logan." Bruce said. "Good, now Logan, go change. As for you Bruce, this is the final straw. I have been left with no choice, but to ban you from playing football next year." Dr. Rue said. Logan walked away with his outfit and went to the closes bathroom to change.

 

 

 

Later that afternoon, Logan went home to his Uncle's. "How was your final day?" his uncle asked. "Well Tony, not that great." Logan said. "I told you call me father. Let me guess, Bruce again? How many times does that boy do something to you?" Tony asked. "20 times this year, but its okay since he wont be able to come back next year. His family is finally moving away so I will finally be free to live my life, if I even still have one." Logan said. "Of course you have one, but that is your choice to take it or not. I got this letter in the mail for you. It seems like you have been awarded to go to a special camp all the way to Japan this summer." Tony said. "Wait, I got in? Yes, finally my life is looking up. I told you about this a while ago. I leave for this camp first thing tomorrow morning." Logan said. "Well then, I suggest we make your last day here memorible." Tony said.

Edited June 11, 201213 yr by Xeveemon

"Tch, such a party pooper, oh well, you win some, you lose some." said the young man, as he seemed pretty laxed before introducing himself as "Pleasure to be talking with yas, name's Chaos.".

Edited June 21, 201213 yr by Iamkingdomhearts1000

Grace sat in the recliner, tapping her nails against the armrest as she watched the late night programs. She kept glancing at the sidetable; not even Conan O'Brien could distract her from that strange device that had thrust itself into her life. With a grimace, she snatched it up, the screen still flashing blue every few seconds:

 

PLEASE SWIPE CARD

Grace wanted to ask the device what card it wanted, but somehow she already knew the answer. The television laughed as she got out of the chair. Grace swiped the mysterious blue card off of her desk, throwing herself back into the comfy chair. The last time she used something from that envelope, she lost a good mp3 player. Who knew what would happen this time?

 

With a deep sigh, Grace lifted the device in front of her. She leveled the blue card with the slot in the top, her eyes catching Andy Richter doing something with a blow gun in the background. The moment the card entered the slot, the television screeched, a flurry of static and the equations flashing by as the digital clocks zeroed out. Grace could hear mechanisms whirring inside of the device as she dragged the card through it. When she had finished, the screen anounced that it was processing briefly before confirming that the process was a success. Grace held the device as far away from herself as she could, afraid of what would happen next. But nothing happened. At least, it seemed like nothing had happened.

 

The television hadn't changed back to the talk show, the clocks still reading zero o'clock. The static had gone, and in its place on the screen sat a dot. Grace got up, moving directly in front of the screen. She leaned over, her nose almost touching the screen. There was no static cling on the screen, but it was still on... and that dot... was it getting larger? She reached for the screen with one hand, the other clutching the strange device with an iron grip. She felt her fingertips graze the surface, shocked when they fell through it. Grace tried to pull them back, she couldn't. It was almost as if something on the other side were trying to pull her through with all of its might. Try as she might, Grace couldn't overpower whatever force wanted her so badly, and she was pulled into the television.

"What the... This guy thinks he's a clown?" thought Travis.

(I missed out on a lot of what happened. Lets see how this goes.)

Ray couldn't believe he survived that amlost impossbile earthquake. Ray: What just happened? He looked to see where James and Travis were and asked "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"How about you help me carry James into the pool?" said Travis as he tried to carry James. He was still bleeding hard.

Ray: "Sure, then we'll get some help for you." Ray helps in carrying james. Ray: Although I'm not sure about that.

Grace snapped awake, clutching that damned device close to her chest. She looked around, taking in her surroundings. It looked like she was in some kind of cabin... well, a cabin after an earthquake. Grace pulled herself up onto the tossed mattress, taking a deep breath. The last thing she remembered was was watching television when-

 

That's right! She had reached through the screen when... Grace laughed, an odd feeling considering the situation she found herself in. It seemed to be some kind of cruise liner, yet she couldn't feel the roll of the waves. Maybe it was one of those new cruise ships. Technology was crazy these days. Still uncertain and device in hand, Grace exited the cabin. The entire place was a wreck, knick-knacks and even doors lying everywhere. There either weren't any passengers, or there weren't any survivors. She seriously hoped it was the first one...

 

Grace rounded the corner, almost colliding into a group of younger boys. They were carrying another boy who looked to be unconscious, bleeding heavily. Her instincts kicked in immediately. "Come on. We have to get him out into the open. We can work from there." She looked in the direction that the boys had been travelling, moving ahead of them in the hopes that it led to the upper deck. Grace began to tear the bottom hem of her shirt off, prepping it as a bandage. At least there were survivors.

Ray spots the woman and says "If you know what your doing then alright". Ray wondered where she came from. Ray: I didn't see her coming on the ship.

Logan was still in the cabin passed out from the pain of the cuts. He was filled with glass all over.

 

"Lady and gentlemen, hold on we are about to land." the intercom said and the boat landed on the island. "We are here. Please exit and he will be with you in a moment." the intercome said.

"'He will be with us in a moment'? Who?" Grace almost stopped, suddenly remembering the boys behind her. She fell back against the wall as the ship lurched, dropping the cotton strip she had torn off. "Hey, are you sure this is everyone?"

Ray: "Well that was the captain of this cruise ship. And actually, there's supposed to be another guy name Logan. I'll go look for him." Ray runs to Logans' room.

"Please get all your belongings and exit the ship." the intercom said. Logan was laying down on the ground unconcious.

"Exit the ship?" Grace shouted at the intercom as she picked up the cloth strip. "Screw you! This boy's wounded! He needs medical attention!" She forced the door open to the upper deck, ushering the others out. "Lay him down here. I'll get him... patched..."

 

Grace's thoughts drifted away like the waves behind them as she tried to process where they were. Her eyes darted from the shimmering ocean tot he lush forests near the shore. "What the hell is this place?!"

"Healers will come to help as soon as you exited, I contacted them a while ago. I must hurry so if you would please just get off." the intercom said.

When Ray got to the room, he spots Logan on the ground covered with Glass. Ray: "Oh man, Logan!" Ray picks up Logan and puts him on his right shoulder. Ray: "Don't you quit on me buddy!" He then starts heading to the others.

Edited July 3, 201213 yr by Ultimus Grid

"C'mon James... Medical attention's coming, hold on!" said Travis.

 

Another flashback...

 

"Hector brough his homies, we're screwed!"

" Can't you lose them? There aren't a lot of main roads here."

"Easy for you to say, bu..."

A gunshot pierced through the window and hit the driver.

"OH SH..."

A huge crash happened...

"Survivors?"

"No. Vamos chicos"

 

Travis noticed there was a girl near him that he never saw before. It seemed she wanted to help him.

 

"What can you do?" asked Travis to the girl.

Grace snaped out of the trance, looking down to Travis. Apparently, this was some kind of teen cruise. "I used to be in nursing school, but-" I dropped out. She couldn't quite get that last part out, instead replacing it with "That voice said medical attention was coming, but we still need to get him prepared." She sat on her knees next to James, propping his head up into her lap. With one hand she lifted his head while wrapping the torn cloth strip around it with the other. "I can keep his head elevated, but we need to prop his feet up, too." Grace pointed to them, motioning upward. "Those medics aren't gonna be able to do crap if he goes into shock before they get here."

Ray: "I'm afraid we have more bad news." Ray carefully puts Logan on another part of the ground. Ray: "This is Logan; I found him covered in glass."

Edited July 4, 201213 yr by Ultimus Grid

A strange man with an eye patch then walked on board. "I heard that you guys need some help. I am the one who gave you the letters in the mail and made sure the lady here got here. Now my potion here should be able to fix any of your problems as long as you get one drop down them, and I do mean just one drop or else it will harm them." the man said handing Ray a small bottle.

Ray: "Uhh, sure sir. Well Logan, James, lets see if this helps." Ray puts one drop exactly to their mouths.

Jame's eyes shot open and he shouted, "Card games on motorcycles!" He groaned, feeling his head. "Man, whatever happened last night must have been one heck of a party," he said.

Logan shot wide awake also. "Man, I feel better. Now where are we?" Logan asked. The man smiled, "You'll see." then the man walked off board expecting the others to follow.

(Ok, I see a reoccuring theme here in these rps, but I like it!)

Ray was relieved to see James and Logan Ray: "Well, good to see you're okay guys."

Edited July 4, 201213 yr by Ultimus Grid

(What do you mean?)

"Of course I'm okay, you'r talking Harry Potter, the Boy who Lived with his Parents!" James said. "Wait, that's not right...is it?"

Edited July 4, 201213 yr by NightfallXIII

(What theme is that?)

 

"Yeah, I feel way better, but um shouldnt we follow that guy to see where we are?" Logan asked.