Saturday, February 18, 2012


Michael sat back in his chair, looking at his screens. He was pretty sure one of the camera had caught an image of his daughter, but he wasn't quite sure how that was possible. He ran the fort data once more to make sure that he hadn't missed anything. There was nothing that showed anyone leaving or entering the fort.

Michael rose, knowing that there was only one way to be sure. As he checked the doors, the physical markers showed that one had been opened multiple times. He knew now that Karen had found a way to beat the computer system.

Looking into her room, he saw her reading and quietly shut the door. He returned to his chair, unsure of what to do next. He understood the urge to get out and explore, but the world was a very dangerous place, especially now. He had built the fort to keep her safe, and couldn't do that if she was leaving it.

As he sat there thinking, something on one of the screens caught his eye. He picked up the controller and enhanced the image one of Dayspring's cameras had picked up. He couldn't believe it, but the image was unmistakable. Someone was running down a street wearing a Redline costume!

He ran to his room and grabbed a few items, slipping into some dark clothing. He had to find this person before the Watchmen caught and killed them. He stopped at Karen's room and walked in, putting his hand on her shoulder.

"I have to go out to find something. I want you to stay in your room while I'm gone, okay?"

Karen nodded, and he turned to leave the room. Before he reached the door, he turned back to her.

"When I get back, we need to talk about something."

She nodded again and he stepped out of the room, worried that something would happen to her while he was gone. He knew that he couldn't let someone run around town dressed like him. He knew all too well just how much pain that could bring. He locked down the fort, then ran off into the night to find this new Redline.


Well, look at this... I'm posting on time again! Now I just need to continue to post on time. I can't do it alone, though! If you have ideas for where the story should go next, let me know by Thursday. The next section will be posted next Saturday.

Until Next Time,
Your Fearless Writer,
C. R. Hopkins

Sunday, February 12, 2012


When Karen got to the Justice Force's hideout the next night, everyone was rushing around, filling two trucks near the exit. Karen quickly found Dean and looked at him quizzically.

"We're packing up, Spirit. We're moving. Wings was captured by the Watchmen. They could be here anytime."


Wings screamed as the burning liquid flowed through his veins. He hoped his body would just give out, but they kept healing him after every session. He wasn't sure how long he had been here, but it must have been two weeks at least.

He knew they would be bringing the mind-flayer soon, but he had to hold out, in order to save the largest number of people. He was sure that the Force had left on the day of his capture, but there might be some that were away from the hideout. As his body was being stitched together by the serum, he saw one of his interrogators walking toward him with a flayer.

The flayer was a machine with organic tentacles that stripped secrets from one's mind. Flayers were extremely difficult to make, and each had only one use, due to the energy conversion process they used to steal the mind's secrets. He felt it grip his head, then a sensation of his head being torn open, then nothing at all.


Mayor von Haast walked toward the door of the time sphere, anxious to hear the results after the hour-long interrogation. The two interrogators slowly stepped out of the sphere, trying to adjust back to the normal flow of time.

The mayor wasn't in a mood to wait for them to fully adjust. "Well, where are they?"

The lead interrogator shuffled his feet slightly. "We weren't able to get a location."

The mayor's face turned red with rage. "Why not?"

"We applied the mind-flayer too soon. It killed the subject before it could get deep enough into his mind."

"I see." The mayor tapped his cane on the ground, releasing a dark bolt of energy into the two interrogators, turning them to ash instantly. The mayor quickly exited the room to prepare his next move.


Apologies for the delay again. I ended up getting frustrated after what I originally wrote got erased, and I needed a bit of a push to write this portion again. Let me know where to take the next section by Thursday, and I will definitely have the next section up on Saturday.

Until Saturday,
Your Fearless Writer,
C. R. Hopkins

Sunday, January 29, 2012


Hello again. I'm dreadfully sorry about the delay on the story, but I have a computer now, so we can get back on schedule. To those who have been checking back to see if new parts have been posted, I appreciate it very much. We now return to the interactive story, already in progress...


The stone fort had been abandoned for years, and was rarely visited now, which made it a perfect place for training. Karen watched the person training with the new Redline suit, thinking that it just seemed wrong, seeing someone in that suit. She had found it and saved it when her father had destroyed the rest of his Redline suits.

She thought back to when she brought the rest of the suit to Tweak. He had been shocked at the innovations in the suit, comparing it to the Guardian suits. He had added a few tricks to the suit, as well as a self-sealing mask. All that had been left was to test it out, which Kare had to watch, since she had brought the suit to them in the first place.


Troy Nolinge glided through the streets effortlessly, preparing for what was to come. His part in this was still secret at this point, but he knew it could always be brought to light.

He wasn't really worried about that, because he had prepared for such a possibility. Everything he was most concerned about was under the guard of those he knew could watch them closely. Any and all disturbances would be brought to his attention immediately.

Troy smiled wolfishly. Things were heading toward a major event, and he always liked to be right in the center of them, and often was. He could feel the storm brewing, and drew on its power. Darker days were coming for Dayspring.


Sorry that this section is so short, but I didn't have much to work with this time, but I think that is my own fault, for not advertising the last installment as I should have. There should be no more delays now, so let me know where the story should go! I will be choosing the next suggestion on Thursday, and posting the written portion on Saturday.

Until Next Time,
Your Fearless Writer,
C. R. Hopkins