Mason Jones at the gymMason could not feel more awkward even he tried.After a number of times where his snooping put him in situations where he got captured and easily overpowered by various goons, Mason figured it couldn't hurt if he tried exercising a little. He didn't plan on becoming a bodybuilder with massive arms, but figured that having physical capabilities better than an average 8-year-old would come in handy if he stumbles into one of his "teen detective" situations again. So, after consulting his friend Sam, one of the better athletes in their school and a member of the school football team, Mason decided to get a gym membership at the same place Sam works out, and start exercising once a week. He still had the mindset that it is better to remain unseen, but if things go south, it wouldn't hurt to be able to put up more of a fight than he was capable of.Now, Mason entered a gym for the first time accompanied by his friend Sam. Unlike Mason, who stood out as a thin, weak young man in a sea of mu
Failed kidnapping - ART TRADELucas and Chad were on their way to a party held by Trent when they got a strange feeling they were being followed. It was pretty late, and the streets were mostly empty. The pair began walking faster to their destination, and after a few steps, they were pretty sure they could hear footsteps somewhere near. Their destination grew nearer with each passing step, and Lucas and Chad began to relax, knowing they would soon be safe at Trent's. However, that all changed in an instant.They could hear a van approaching them from behind, but Lucas and Chad didn't expect the van to suddenly turn on the sidewalk and block their way. The door slid open and Phil jumped out with a cloth in his hand. At the same time, Neal revealed himself as the person following them, and also ran up to the ambushed pair with a similar cloth in his hand. The two jumped their targets, bringing them down on the ground, using the weight of their bodies to keep them down, while tightly pressing the cloths against Lucas
Mason Jones and the fake copsMason was strolling through the city, on his way home from school. However, his mood changed as he noticed that two men which passed him were carrying guns. The pair seemed very suspicious to Mason, and appeared to be headed to a nearby jewelry store. Mason took a few steps and reached an alley, where he was surprised to catch a glimpse of a pair of police officers standing next to their car, secluded in the alley.His first thought was that it was a bit strange for cops to be in an alley during their shift, but then he thought maybe it was a stakeout or something similar. Still, he felt it was his duty to report the two suspicious men he saw, even if they were busy, they could call it in and get someone else who is nearby to check it out."Excuse me, sir, I have something I'd like to report."The officer seemed startled by him, and a bit confused, while his partner appeared a bit agitated."Ummm...", the officer started mumbling, but his partner told Mason off."Beat it kid, we're bus
Mason Jones and dA fanfiction"You will never get away with this! You'll see, you'll... mmmphhh!""Shut up already!"The masked criminal slapped a wide piece of silver duct tape over Mason's lips, sealing them shut. The young man, whose hands were securely handcuffed behind his back, found himself tossed over the shoulder of another member of the criminal group he was captured by. Grabbed from the street on his way home, the danger-prone dude was shoved in the back of a black van by a group of masked attackers, who quickly handcuffed his hands behind his back. It wasn't long before his constant complaints and bickering got to them, which ended with his lips firmly shut. Now, his captors carried him off inside their hideout, the captured boy unable to do anything more than kick his legs helplessly, his words muffled by his gag, the metal bonds keeping his arms secured in place.Mason was carried inside a big room which was empty apart from a metal chair which was bolted to the floor in the center. This was the chair
A fighting damselYou have got to be kidding me...Marian sighed. Yet another knight was dragged inside the goblins' cave, screaming and cursing. It had been a week since a small party of goblins kidnapped her from her chambers in the King's castle. One week of sitting in a cage, above a pit of fire. She ripped yet another piece of her dress, which was almost completely gone, and wiped the sweat of her forehead. Over the time she spent as a captive, her nightgown had to serve as a handkerchief more than as clothing, with it being reduced to something along the lines of a skirt. It was terribly hot in the tiny cage the goblins had placed her in, and the small amount of water they gave her every couple of hours didn't make her situation any better."Don't worry my lady, I shall free you!"Yeah right, just like the other half a dozen have.Slowly turning her head, Marian looked in the direction where the goblins were taking their latest prisoner. A large wooden cage was built on the other sid
Troubles of a KnightOutside of the inn, a group of small children was swinging their wooden swords, living out their dreams of one day becoming royal knights, clad in shining armor, rescuing damsels in distress and defeating dragons. Edmund was once just like them, his head full of dreams, his ears deaf to the voice of reason. There was always a place for him in his father's smithy, but the young man decided to follow his heart and was finally named a knight after years of rigorous training and hard work. Emptying his tankard, Sir Edmund wiped the beer foam from his thick, black beard, suppressing his desire to tell the kids they are better off learning a trade, letting them continue their carefree childhood in blissful ignorance.Being a knight was far different than Edmund imagined. Those of noble birth controlled the entire trade, making sure it was them who got to handle the deeds worthy of songs and history. Maidens in distress, evil wizards, dragons and other quests which would guarantee a knight a
First missionUnder the pale moonlight, a shadow dashed through the forest, finally stopping on one of the top branches of a tall tree which offered him a good view of the building in the distance. A lone structure stood on a clearing in the forest, a small complex owned by one of the local crime lords, built as his base of operation and small personal fortress. The red haired ninja jumped forward, finding a closer and slightly better vantage point. This was the first time Hachiro was in the field on his own. It was his first mission after he completed his ninja training, and he felt he had to do well in order to prove to the master of his order he was worthy of a place among them. He was tasked with breaking into the complex he was looking at, and stealing a scroll which contained the list of the crime lord's suppliers. This was requested by one of his competitors, who managed to supply Hachiro with a floor plan of the building, but wasn't given any details on the guard patterns and numbers.