Post by Vladimir on Oct 21, 2013 21:09:43 GMT -5
So someone asked me to upload the stories I have written in the series on here, so here's the first one. It's 8 chapters. I wrote it back in my freshman year of high school, and to be honest, I kinda hate it now. Ain't it always the way? You get better and then cringe at your earlier efforts. Anywho, enjoy, and let me know what ya think. As a writer I'm always looking for intelligent feedback and criticism.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOW CLAIM TO OWN TREMORS OR ITS CHARACTERS AND MAKE NO PROFIT FROM THIS.
"Tyler? Tyler!? TYLER!"
The man jerked awake and sat up quickly, automatically starting to reach for the gun next to his bed out of habit after having woken up to danger more than once. He didn't get very far though before his forehead suddenly connected with another with a loud smack. They both yelped and Tyler fell back against the bed, cradling his head.
Blinking back the stinging pain he looked over to the one who had woke him up and glared at the familiar dark brown head.
"Dammit Larry," Tyler groaned irritably and sat up again.
"Sorry," Larry apologized, rubbing his own head.
The tour guide just sighed. "What the hell's so important?"
"Oh, Burt found some strange new tracks in the area of the old lab, near the Maze."
"Did he find a creature?"
"No."
"Body?"
"No."
"Did he say he needed me?"
"…No."
Tyler frowned. "Then why the hell did you have to wake me up?"
Larry bit his lip and glanced away.
"Sheesh Larry, do you have to get so excited about everything?" Tyler asked wearily. He slid off the bed and stretched before reaching for his jeans. "Whatever. Does he have any idea what it might belong to?"
"Well, not yet," Larry replied, perking back up. "But he thinks we should keep an eye out for anything suspicious. Also, he wants waffles."
"What?" Tyler paused in his dressing and raised an eyebrow at the excitable man.
"He said he's on his way back to town and that he wants Jodi's special for breakfast, which today is blueberry-cinnamon waffles."
"Oh."
Larry lapsed into silence then, rocking on his feet as he waited for Tyler to finish getting ready. Tyler wasn't really sure why he had to stand there and wait but he didn't really want to say anything, mostly because he was afraid the man would be somehow compelled to start talking about some sci-fi movie this moment reminded him of and Tyler wasn't really in the mood to listen to his babbling so early in the morning.
Burt arrived in town about twenty minutes later. He looked around as he entered Changs', noting the presence of Jodi, Tyler, and Nancy at the counter eating breakfast while Larry wandered around the shelves rearranging and straightening everything.
He joined the three at the counter, sitting next to Tyler who raised his cup slightly in greeting and mumbled a sleepy, "Mornin'."
"Hey Burt," Jodi set a fresh plate of waffles in front of him along with syrup and coffee. "Some guy called earlier, said your new locks would be coming in sometime either today or tomorrow."
"New locks?" Nancy asked. "What new locks?"
"I ordered some new locks for the store and each of your homes," Burt replied. ""Password protected."
"Why?"
"To make sure no more idiots like Frank and his buddies can break in so easily."
"Normally I'd just say you're paranoid," Tyler said. "But I actually wouldn't mind a lock to keep certain people from sneaking in and bruising my forehead." He gave a pointed glare at Larry who smiled guiltily and waved.
"Oh, I was wondering why you guys had matching red marks," Jodi commented.
Burt raised an eyebrow at the sci-fi fan. "Why were you sneaking around Tyler's garage?"
"I was just telling him about the strange tracks," Larry said innocently.
Burt rolled his eyes and turned back to his breakfast.
Nancy smiled and stood. "Well, I'm off. I want to try and finish this batch of figurines today." She left, exchanging a short hello at the door with Rosalita who was just on her way in.
"Hey guys," Rosalita took Nancy's spot at the counter.
"What time is Harlow supposed to be getting in?" Burt asked.
"Sometime this morning I think," Rosalita replied. "He called me last night and said something about 'pickin' up a serprise fer me'," she quoted his words in a deep country accent.
"Why did he say it like that?" Jodi asked, puzzled.
Rosalita shrugged. "I got no idea."
"Hmm. Sounds intriguing," Tyler chuckled.
Larry bounced over, about to say something, but was interrupted by a small shriek from the store owner cut him off.
"Larry, what did I tell you about storing your stupid geek ink under the counter!"Jodi cried, holding up a folder covered in some strange goo. "Now it's all over my documents!"
"Sorry," Larry said with a small grimace. "It'll dry clear."
Jodi just picked up the hand towel and threw it at him. He ducked and hurried out the door.
"Ugh, I swear, that little-" she paused when she saw that both Tyler and Rosalita were giggling quietly. "What are you laughing at?"
"Nothing," they chorused, grinning.
She narrowed her eyes at them in suspicion but before she could say anything Harlow pulled up in his truck. He got out and walked into the store, closely followed by a young teenager with dirty blonde hair pulled back into a braid and shining blue eyes.
Rosalita gasped and jumped to her feet, pulling the teen girl into a hug. "Oh Dios mío, Lupe what are you doing here?!"
Lupe laughed. "I was visiting family in Bixby when I ran into Harlow and decided to come see you before I went back to Kansas." She spoke with an obvious Kansan accent.
"Well, I guess that explains Harlow's country talk," Burt remarked.
Harlow just grinned. Rosalita turned back to the others. "Guys, this is Lupe. I ran into her a few years ago. Lupe, this is Tyler, Jodi, and Burt. Tyler runs the tour, Jodi runs the store, and Burt…..well, he runs the town and tries to run the valley."
Burt frowned slightly at the remark. The frown turned into a glare as Tyler started chuckling.
Lupe giggled at the exchange and waved. "Howdy."
The (fairly) peaceful moment was suddenly shattered by a scream outside.
"Nancy!" Harlow hurried out the door, the others following quickly. Larry met them halfway across the street.
"Larry! What happened?" Burt demanded.
"Some tourist is dead!" Larry replied breathlessly. "And it wasn't El Blanco."
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOW CLAIM TO OWN TREMORS OR ITS CHARACTERS AND MAKE NO PROFIT FROM THIS.
Chapter 1
"Tyler? Tyler!? TYLER!"
The man jerked awake and sat up quickly, automatically starting to reach for the gun next to his bed out of habit after having woken up to danger more than once. He didn't get very far though before his forehead suddenly connected with another with a loud smack. They both yelped and Tyler fell back against the bed, cradling his head.
Blinking back the stinging pain he looked over to the one who had woke him up and glared at the familiar dark brown head.
"Dammit Larry," Tyler groaned irritably and sat up again.
"Sorry," Larry apologized, rubbing his own head.
The tour guide just sighed. "What the hell's so important?"
"Oh, Burt found some strange new tracks in the area of the old lab, near the Maze."
"Did he find a creature?"
"No."
"Body?"
"No."
"Did he say he needed me?"
"…No."
Tyler frowned. "Then why the hell did you have to wake me up?"
Larry bit his lip and glanced away.
"Sheesh Larry, do you have to get so excited about everything?" Tyler asked wearily. He slid off the bed and stretched before reaching for his jeans. "Whatever. Does he have any idea what it might belong to?"
"Well, not yet," Larry replied, perking back up. "But he thinks we should keep an eye out for anything suspicious. Also, he wants waffles."
"What?" Tyler paused in his dressing and raised an eyebrow at the excitable man.
"He said he's on his way back to town and that he wants Jodi's special for breakfast, which today is blueberry-cinnamon waffles."
"Oh."
Larry lapsed into silence then, rocking on his feet as he waited for Tyler to finish getting ready. Tyler wasn't really sure why he had to stand there and wait but he didn't really want to say anything, mostly because he was afraid the man would be somehow compelled to start talking about some sci-fi movie this moment reminded him of and Tyler wasn't really in the mood to listen to his babbling so early in the morning.
Burt arrived in town about twenty minutes later. He looked around as he entered Changs', noting the presence of Jodi, Tyler, and Nancy at the counter eating breakfast while Larry wandered around the shelves rearranging and straightening everything.
He joined the three at the counter, sitting next to Tyler who raised his cup slightly in greeting and mumbled a sleepy, "Mornin'."
"Hey Burt," Jodi set a fresh plate of waffles in front of him along with syrup and coffee. "Some guy called earlier, said your new locks would be coming in sometime either today or tomorrow."
"New locks?" Nancy asked. "What new locks?"
"I ordered some new locks for the store and each of your homes," Burt replied. ""Password protected."
"Why?"
"To make sure no more idiots like Frank and his buddies can break in so easily."
"Normally I'd just say you're paranoid," Tyler said. "But I actually wouldn't mind a lock to keep certain people from sneaking in and bruising my forehead." He gave a pointed glare at Larry who smiled guiltily and waved.
"Oh, I was wondering why you guys had matching red marks," Jodi commented.
Burt raised an eyebrow at the sci-fi fan. "Why were you sneaking around Tyler's garage?"
"I was just telling him about the strange tracks," Larry said innocently.
Burt rolled his eyes and turned back to his breakfast.
Nancy smiled and stood. "Well, I'm off. I want to try and finish this batch of figurines today." She left, exchanging a short hello at the door with Rosalita who was just on her way in.
"Hey guys," Rosalita took Nancy's spot at the counter.
"What time is Harlow supposed to be getting in?" Burt asked.
"Sometime this morning I think," Rosalita replied. "He called me last night and said something about 'pickin' up a serprise fer me'," she quoted his words in a deep country accent.
"Why did he say it like that?" Jodi asked, puzzled.
Rosalita shrugged. "I got no idea."
"Hmm. Sounds intriguing," Tyler chuckled.
Larry bounced over, about to say something, but was interrupted by a small shriek from the store owner cut him off.
"Larry, what did I tell you about storing your stupid geek ink under the counter!"Jodi cried, holding up a folder covered in some strange goo. "Now it's all over my documents!"
"Sorry," Larry said with a small grimace. "It'll dry clear."
Jodi just picked up the hand towel and threw it at him. He ducked and hurried out the door.
"Ugh, I swear, that little-" she paused when she saw that both Tyler and Rosalita were giggling quietly. "What are you laughing at?"
"Nothing," they chorused, grinning.
She narrowed her eyes at them in suspicion but before she could say anything Harlow pulled up in his truck. He got out and walked into the store, closely followed by a young teenager with dirty blonde hair pulled back into a braid and shining blue eyes.
Rosalita gasped and jumped to her feet, pulling the teen girl into a hug. "Oh Dios mío, Lupe what are you doing here?!"
Lupe laughed. "I was visiting family in Bixby when I ran into Harlow and decided to come see you before I went back to Kansas." She spoke with an obvious Kansan accent.
"Well, I guess that explains Harlow's country talk," Burt remarked.
Harlow just grinned. Rosalita turned back to the others. "Guys, this is Lupe. I ran into her a few years ago. Lupe, this is Tyler, Jodi, and Burt. Tyler runs the tour, Jodi runs the store, and Burt…..well, he runs the town and tries to run the valley."
Burt frowned slightly at the remark. The frown turned into a glare as Tyler started chuckling.
Lupe giggled at the exchange and waved. "Howdy."
The (fairly) peaceful moment was suddenly shattered by a scream outside.
"Nancy!" Harlow hurried out the door, the others following quickly. Larry met them halfway across the street.
"Larry! What happened?" Burt demanded.
"Some tourist is dead!" Larry replied breathlessly. "And it wasn't El Blanco."