TheNewfoundlandGirl

Odontophobia (N): A fear of dental work or teeth. Barron closed  his laptop with a sigh. What had he done for his superiors to push him into such a case. There was no denying killing someone when one admits to the assault. None other human was there to blame. An image flashed through his mind of the man he was trying to prove 'not insane.' Double jeprody now stopped him. The trial, though it hadn't seemed to be such, could not be re-done. Davidson was not an insane man. Paranoid, yes, but not insane. His claim to insanity convinced the jury, though, and they were who mattered. In three years, Davidson Aims was to be a free man and, supposed

It might not have been safe to walk the streets in town with Midas, but the deadline hadn't been reached yet, so Chivelle guessed it was alright. Lilly happily rode on Midas's shoulders and pointed to all the different types of dogs walking past them. She could name them all. Chivelle was carrying Trent, the little boy falling asleep in the man's arms. Midas kept his visors scanning  the area for the building that Atom had told him about. Had Atom's placement been wrong? No, it hadn't. There was the broken chain-link fence. Midas lifted Lilly off of his shoulders and ducked into the old building. "Midas!" he could hear Chivelle scream. Lilly

Midas was hard pressed to say that their task of getting him into the WRB was getting anywhere. Not a single company wanted to sponsor him, or pay for his opening fight. Noisy sat idly by, reassuring him that all was fine. "It took me a year to get sponsors. You are already famous and aren't trying to start out in WRB, like me. You'll get sponsors. Just give the people some time." Midas would have been biting his nails if he had any. 'A year..." He though to himself. 'A week is too long; a year is past due.' There were a few people that said, every now and again, that they would look at Midas' reputation and call back with an answer, but neve

Midas simulated a groan of dismay when Artire Bakker, his Handler, pulled into the driveway. Noisy dwindled in the back room, knowing all to well that the man would throw a fit if he saw him here. Chivelle was up and came into the garage and, upon seeing Noisy Boy, gave a smile and made a hand motion that signaled him to stay put and quiet. Artire came into the house in the manner he always did: loud and unannounced, but today more so than another. "Okay, listen to me, bad things have been happening back in the hood. REALLY bad things. The Crash Palace burned down!" "Are you kidding me?" "Do I look like I'm kidding? They say it was just

 Midas' systems came online at the slightest noise from the window. Him and his owner's family had moved into the more roomy areas to get a break from all the city had to offer (That being danger and the possibility that the police around the city would work up the energy to shut down the Crash Palace, seeing that they were cracking down on the underground fighting system.) Now there were new animals and sounds that Drove Midas insane every time they came round and activated him during re-charging cycles. Lilly, Trent, and Chivelle were sleeping without a problem, but their robotic friend wasn't doing so well. Midas disconnected from the line

Antonio paced back and forth before the men at the police station. They hadn't the time to listen to him personally so they locked him up to speak to a dormant camera. His daughter was out there somewhere, without her medications. "She's Bypolar! We have to find her! She has homicidal thoughts, you morons! My daughter could kill someone!" Of coarse, no one was listening. After hours of waiting around talking to only the divice, a man walked in, sunglasses and suit looking as though he was an agent of some sort. It reminded Antonio of the Terminator in a suit. "Mr. Downs, what can you tell us about your daughter while she's in the proper me