Virus

[mario_sunny]

Wow I didn't know people wanted more so much. In that case I'll write a bit more. :)

[mario_sunny]

Then in horror Charles realized he had left Wiliburg's room open! Damnit. Pete was already coming to the room, it would be very suspicious to see the door open. He knew what he had to do.

 

 

 

Slowly and quietly, Charles lifted himself up from the bed so he was facing Pete's back. He tip-toed around the corner and so finally he was out of Pete's sight.

 

 

 

"Wiliurg? Why is your door open?" He heard Pete remark.

 

 

 

But it was only a faint voice now, Charles had exited the arena and gone outside. The cellar was just a few feet away, near some bushes so the public wouldn't have any interest in it. It was a small trapdoor with a small lock, but eventually Charles opened it and lifted the door.

 

 

 

A cloud of dust exited, and he tried not to cough. After a few seconds, Charles made his way down the staircase to the cellar.

 

 

 

The cellar was very large, it was almost as large as the arena. It contained three beds and was scrictly for emergency situations. Occasionally one patient would pop up every hour who had an arm hanging by literally a thread, or a very deep cut in the forehead, and so on. Several shelves lined the walls, which included a variety of materials. Sissors, glue, scapel, 8 different sized knives, balls of wool, balls of thread, a needle, a pickaxe, a chisel, some blood samples, and a large pot where they kept a small antfarm. The cellar also contained a window.

 

 

 

But now here was a man lying on the middle bed, soaked in blood. Charles almost puked when he saw him for the second time, this time he was more of a horrible sight. It was almost as if the whole body had been liquified. His face was covered in blotches of purple and bruises, and then Charles realized what this man was. He was dead.

 

 

 

"Damn!" Charles slammed his fists on the table. Now how would he find out where this man had been? He couldn't talk or communicate at all.

 

 

 

Then, in the gleam of the moonlight from the window Charles saw a small vial of antipoison slip out of his pocket. He caught it right in time, before it broke. Charles examined it.

 

 

 

"Antipoison..." He thought out loud.

 

 

 

Then he snapped his fingers.

 

 

 

"The Jungle! Of course!"

 

 

 

He then heard Pete coming. He laid the vial down and rushed up the stairs, but as quietly as possible. Pete was almost at the trapdoor. Charles then leaped out of the trapdoor into a bush as it quietly shut behind him. He already saw Pete walking over.

 

 

 

"Is somebody down there? I heard some slamming!" Pete called as he opened the door. He waited a few seconds and then gave up. Pete walked away back into his bed.

 

 

 

"So it's the Jungle eh..." Charles remarked.

[mario_sunny]

Part II: Virus

 

 

 

Chapter Six

 

 

 

Daughin awoke the next morning feeling very sleepy from the hard night. Tossing and turning in his bed, a sore throat now in an alliance with his headache pounded his esophagus. Daughin rubbed his forehead, in some attempt to reduce the pain, and then rubbed his neck. When he sat up he coughed a deep cough, as if all the air in his body was being pushed out all at once. A raspy cough it was too.

 

 

 

Nonetheless, Daughin dragged himself out of bed. He opened some of his drawers, and after a few minutes of searching, he found a small bottle of blue liquid. The liquid was Artemisia vulgaris, a common herb found in tropical places along the north part of Karamja, near the beach, crushed and liquified. The herb was soft and when ground down with a pestle and mortar, the blue bits that are not visible when seen on the inside of the herb begin to stain and takeover the green parts which are visible. The vulgaris helped with sleepiness, sort of like a boost in the morning if you needed it.

 

 

 

With red eyes Daughin sipped a few doses of the vial, and wiped his lips. Time to cook breakfast.

 

 

 

"Darn" Daughin cursed as he saw the food drawer was empty except for some 4 month-old Fruitlover's artificially flavored tomato seeds bag. He didn't even like tomato seeds! Time to go to the store.

 

 

 

In Varrock it might be a little hard to find some good food in the morning. The sun rises from the west, so Fallador gets the sun first. There food traders line up on the streets and the half-awake citizens come to buy and snack on the goods. Sometimes though the traders stay for lunch, when it gets really crowded. A few of them travel to varrock, and by the time they reach it would already be mid-afternoon. They take a round from Fallador to Varrock to Lumbridge and back every day.

 

 

 

Maybe Bob will have something good to eat, Daughin eagerly though. He put on some nice clean clothes, opened the door, and set off for the general store.

 

 

 

Duaghin entered the general store that lovely morning.

 

 

 

"I'll give ya 45k for it, cash." Bob said to two greedy looking rune merchants.

 

 

 

"For a rune platebody? Surely this is some mistake! Not only are we merchants but real people with real families. We need the money to feed our young, and surely 45k is not enough to last a month" The merchant in the green robes remarked.

 

 

 

"A month! Why I bet 45k could last a man three months! 45k my price is firm"

 

 

 

The merchant in the red robes stepped in.

 

 

 

"Rune platebodies are soon to be rare! We know, we've been speaking to the expert smiths! They know... they know that soon rune ore is going to be very rare. And if it is rare," the merchant made a hand gesture, "the price goes up!".

 

 

 

"Why would I believe any of youse? I am a personal friend of one of the finest smiths in Glienor and he has said nothing about this shortage of ore!"

 

 

 

"You don't understand... we are helping you. You see pretty soon all the rune items will be going way up, and that means you'll be rich! So how about you raise that price a few thousands lets say?" He grinned an evil grin.

 

 

 

Bob smiled.

 

 

 

"Wow really? I guess I should buy those fine platebodies for more! How about 90k for each? How many do you have?" Bob said.

 

 

 

Daughin saw the flicker of excitement in the merchant's eyes. He knew exactly what they were thinking: Wow! He actually fell for it!

 

 

 

"Oh we have about uhhh... 3 on us right now. We can get more if you want, I mean after all, we are only helping you." The red robed one said and exchanged a smile with the green.

 

 

 

They were dissapointed though when Bob's face quickly turned from a smile to a half annoyed half angry face. Bob had played their own game with sarcasm.

 

 

 

The merchants with quick reactions rushed for the door, but Bob picked them up by the collar with both of his hands.

 

 

 

"Out with ya! Tryin to trick me like that!" Bob shouted as he chucked them out the shop.

 

 

 

He clapped his hands together and sighed as the merchants picked themselves up and ran. Bob looked up and Daughin.

 

 

 

"Merchant trouble?"

 

 

 

"Yea blasted merchants these times of year, tryin' to make up stories right and left I swear."

 

 

 

Bob paused and looked out the window for a long minute.

 

 

 

"Well uh what'cha want?" Bob broke the awkard silence.

 

 

 

Daughin scanned the shelves. He soon spotted a fresh box of eggs and walked over to them.

 

 

 

"How much for four of these?" Daughin asked while examining them.

 

 

 

"Eh... 100gp for the lot."

 

 

 

Daughin pulled out a soft leather sac out of one of his pockets and handed it to Bob. He swiped four eggs out of the box and went on his way out of the general store.

 

 

 

"Cya Daug" Bob cried as he headed for his house again.

 

 

 

The eggs began to sizzle, sending a wonderful aroma into the air, trapped in Daughin's hut. He flexed his nostrils, and smiled at his work in the pan. Four eggs with their shiny yellow centers lay in the pan, crying to be eaten. Suddenly Daughin started coughing. He held his hand over his mouth as he coughed several times, each louder than the last. He held his chest as a sudden pain surged through, and he dropped his spatula. With a loud clink it hit the ground. He coughed louder and louder, as if his lungs were spilling every ounce of oxygen they contained.

 

 

 

Then it stopped.

 

 

 

Daughin stood back up, surprised from the incident.

 

 

 

The eggs had burned, all four of them. An ugly brownish-black.

 

 

 

"Darn it..." Daughin cursed.

 

 

 

 

 

It was mid afternoon when Charles finally reached Brimhaven. He was dead tired from running all night; he knew he needed some rest. From uneasy goblins in Lumbridge to high seas on the boat, Charles was exhausted.

 

 

 

There was only one hotel in Brimhaven, the Buck Face Hang. The name is strange; no one seems to know how it earned its name. Some say it was named after a famous pirate in the third ages named *Buck FaceÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

[Xewleer]

fascinating, you had me bye paragraph... 6 anyway, I will await, you seem to have a gift of writing. Reminds me of a friends style of literature.

 

 

 

Keep up the good work... BTW, I posted a response, I hope you understand, I have a very particular selfishness about the fantasy world I create. All literature, no matter where it takes place, is still a fantasy world compared to ours.

[mario_sunny]

fascinating, you had me bye paragraph... 6 anyway, I will await, you seem to have a gift of writing. Reminds me of a friends style of literature.

 

 

 

Keep up the good work... BTW, I posted a response, I hope you understand, I have a very particular selfishness about the fantasy world I create. All literature, no matter where it takes place, is still a fantasy world compared to ours.

 

 

 

Thank you, and I apologize for that response. I was just a bit mad on the subject, no need to get into detail.

[sephiroth_king]

Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii :twisted:

 

 

 

I'm so happy, because now, I can say OMG aaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwwwweeeeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssooooooooooooooommmmmmmmmmmmm story! Yay. I leyt that all out. Can't wait for your future stories 'n stuff. :D

 

 

 

Thank you for the compliment, I love it when people post feedback on my stories. I am currently applying for some heavy reviewers by some great reviewers on RSOF.

 

 

 

I will also start reading your story. If you don't mind...

 

 

 

 

What sis the RSOF???It's starting to bother me. And if I'm the only person who doesn't know about it I'll!!! :evil: Cry. :(

 

 

 

Oh, and hope you enjoyed the story.

[mario_sunny]

Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii :twisted:

 

 

 

I'm so happy, because now, I can say OMG aaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwwwweeeeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssooooooooooooooommmmmmmmmmmmm story! Yay. I leyt that all out. Can't wait for your future stories 'n stuff. :D

 

 

 

Thank you for the compliment, I love it when people post feedback on my stories. I am currently applying for some heavy reviewers by some great reviewers on RSOF.

 

 

 

I will also start reading your story. If you don't mind...

 

 

 

 

What sis the RSOF???It's starting to bother me. And if I'm the only person who doesn't know about it I'll!!! :evil: Cry. :(

 

 

 

Oh, and hope you enjoyed the story.

 

 

 

Thanks for the aaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwweeeeeeeeeessssssssssssooooooooooommmmmmmmmmmeeeeeeeeeeee reply!

 

 

 

Glad you enjoyed my story, you can actually say you read it all :) , it's fairly long. :)

 

 

 

RSOF: RuneScape Official Forums. Wow that was some annoying BBcoding...

[mario_sunny]

This topic is a few away from hitting page 2, I think it's safe to bump it now.

[archimage_a]

For the love. I am reading it as requested... Anyway other than a few grammar and spelling mistakes its pretty good. I think I have a few additons but as of yet nothing major...I am about 2/10th though...Got it at size 6 in the smallest font and am trying to read it yesterday and tommrow...But had an exam this morning so I didn't get alot done last night.

 

 

 

Back to the point(Just a minor obseveration)...I think when you are talking about 'the orb' When it goes fuzzy or whatever it is. When 'Daufin' is at the barbarian village, or when you are talking about the hotel's history. I think it needs to be in brackets or on a new paragraph.

 

 

 

Before I say the next point the printer cut off the top line from each page so... anyway in the first paragraph you refer to daufin as daufin. Then only a few lines later(So it still looks like an introduction) you start talking about bueford or something(I don't have it on me). It jsut though me and it was mentioned once more and that was it. So only because of my incredible skill at reading(Or because I had highlighted it) I knew who you were talking about. So thats that.

 

 

 

Another thing was the seemingly unrealistic timescales. It took afternoon till dusk to get from Catheby to faldor(Which was spelt wrong, as was Karjarma) Then took something like morning to noon to get to Varrock and then to Port Sarim via Lumbridge and Brimhaven via Port Sarim and then Tai Wai Baio village via jungle, in what seems like one trip taking less time that the one from Catheby to Fally. Then he went to sleep and went jungle trekking in the morning. That was about as far as I got so...(He just got the virus).

 

 

 

When I finish I will send you a full version with my alterations...Oh one other thing(More about me than anything else) You mentioned that Karajama was special and some people thought it was special...No mention of "Like my 'Good' friend Archimage A, who wrote a very interesting and long story about the Island" Nooo...Well I wasn'y impressed by that but I forgive you because you obvouisly just didn't remember it. :roll: Umm I think that was pretty much it for the moment...Report back later.

 

 

 

P.S. Don't trust my spelling at the moment...I don't like English after that exam.

[mario_sunny]

Back to the point(Just a minor obseveration)...I think when you are talking about 'the orb' When it goes fuzzy or whatever it is. When 'Daufin' is at the barbarian village, or when you are talking about the hotel's history. I think it needs to be in brackets or on a new paragraph.

 

 

 

It is in a new paragraphÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâæ

 

 

 

Before I say the next point the printer cut off the top line from each page so... anyway in the first paragraph you refer to daufin as daufin. Then only a few lines later(So it still looks like an introduction) you start talking about bueford or something(I don't have it on me). It jsut though me and it was mentioned once more and that was it. So only because of my incredible skill at reading(Or because I had highlighted it) I knew who you were talking about. So thats that.

 

 

 

Actually ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅbuetfordÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

[archimage_a]

Back to the point(Just a minor obseveration)...I think when you are talking about 'the orb' When it goes fuzzy or whatever it is. When 'Daufin' is at the barbarian village, or when you are talking about the hotel's history. I think it needs to be in brackets or on a new paragraph.

 

 

 

It is in a new paragraph...

 

 

 

Suddenly the axe stopped right before his face.

 

Unfortunately the magic orb I am viewing this through has now started to blur out. DonÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t ask me why, I have never been a mage myself. The two student mages who set this thing up seem to be puzzled. I asked them to go down to the head wizard in the magic guild and ask for his advice.

 

This blurring should not happen that often, I hope.

 

Now I am looking through this orb and I can faintly see Daughin standing up and having a good laugh with the barbarian who just swung a ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¹Ãâjoke axeÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢(as they call it) at Daughin.

 

 

 

Its half way between. Its not overly clear...so sorry about that.

 

 

 

Before I say the next point the printer cut off the top line from each page so... anyway in the first paragraph you refer to daufin as daufin. Then only a few lines later(So it still looks like an introduction) you start talking about bueford or something(I don't have it on me). It jsut though me and it was mentioned once more and that was it. So only because of my incredible skill at reading(Or because I had highlighted it) I knew who you were talking about. So thats that.

 

 

 

Actually ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅbuetfordÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

[aspokaspofkjsopfkapo]

nice

[chinaman]

Oops. I kinda forgot about this story. I think it is really good except that when you switch scenes, it does get a little confusing.

 

I guess i should just pay more attention.

 

 

 

It took afternoon till dusk to get from Catheby to faldor(Which was spelt wrong, as was Karjarma)

I don't want to flame you, but you should probably check the spelling of words before you correct for spelling.

 

You know, things like Falador, Catherby, and Karamja.

[archimage_a]

I had noticed, and thought I had put it down somewhere...Anyway yes I know, I was spelling phonetically and they just looked wrong because of the pronoucation of it where I live.

 

 

 

Karamanja

 

Falador

 

Catheby

 

 

 

So I appologise, and its not flame if its a valid point...and as long as I am not really cynical and take everything as an attack on my intelligence...It shouldn't be considered one.

[mario_sunny]

Ok first off I want to apologize for the very late response, I've been on a two and a half week vacation and just got back yesterday. I haven't been ignoring you, don't worry. :P

 

 

 

 

 

Before I say the next point the printer cut off the top line from each page so... anyway in the first paragraph you refer to daufin as daufin. Then only a few lines later(So it still looks like an introduction) you start talking about bueford or something(I don't have it on me). It jsut though me and it was mentioned once more and that was it. So only because of my incredible skill at reading(Or because I had highlighted it) I knew who you were talking about. So thats that.

 

 

 

Actually ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅbuetfordÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

[Lenin64]

There was something odd about this Fruitlover's artificially flavored dried tomato seed bag though, for it was no ordinary Fruitlover's artificially flavored dried tomato seed bag, for this Fruitlover's artificially flavored dried tomato seed bag cotained not only Fruitlover's artificially flavored dried tomato seeds, but something else. In this particular Fruitlover's artificially flavored dried tomato seed bag there was something gleaming in the moonlight which shown through the window outside. [unquote]

 

Hehe love this part, what with all the repetition of the very long phrase. "something odd about this Fruitlover's artificially flavored dried tomatoe seed bag..." "contained not only Fruitlover's..."for Part 1, 10/10. Loved the detail of the virus description...now i want to read that book, "hot Spot", it's about the Ebola Virus, i think....i haven;t read part II, don;t have the patience now, but I will later. And for some reason, all the male characters (except Pete) became Chuck Norris about mid-way through....how odd....