Nice story i wonder if Ace will actually tell lexi no in her face.

Alright, it looks like people are interested in this (like, two people!!!), so here's a teaser of the next chapter.

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"HELP!!!" a woman screamed, capturing Lexi's attention. "MURDER!!! MURDER!!!"

"What?" Lexi asked, running to the voice's owner. She was a pretty woman, someone who's beauty came mostly from the sparkling jewels and soft furs that she was wearing.

"That man!!! He just killed my baby!!!" the woman shouted, pointing to a man standing a few feet away. He was a young, very good-looking man with very short hair, caramel colored skin, and a thin figure. He was wearing a red jacket, tattered sneakers, and jeans. He was carrying a very dirty container and a pair of drumsticks. The man didn't look like a killer, (Lexi in fact found herself being slightly intrerested in him) but as soon as he saw the woman pointing to him, he looked frightened and jumped into the nearest Taxi. Lexi had no doubth that this man was guilty of something.

"Your child?!?" Duck asked in disbelief.

"No, my akita!!!" The woman screamed, still crying. "Her name was Evita, and... and... HE KILLED HER!!!" The woman began to sob all over again.

"Don't worry," Lexi said, trying to calm the woman down. "We'll cath him. Come on, guys," she said, turning to Slam and Duck. "Let's jet!"

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BWAHAHAHAHA!!! I'm sorry, had to put in references to incredibly hot Wilson (the guy who plays the dog-killer). HE IS AMAZING AND HOT IN EVERY WAY!!!!!
Even in some ways you won't expect if you haven't seen RENT, but I'll tell you more about that in a few chapters.
Okay, next chapter will be up soon.

-- Edited by zadavias_spirit at 18:22, 2007-11-04

Wow! It sounds really cool can't wait for the next chapter!

Phew!
Okay, after putting this off for, like, forever, I'm going to attempt to actually start this sucker.
Apologies if this makes absolutely 0 sense.

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Lexi crashed into a hard, concrete surface as the wormhole began losing its gravitational pull. She found herself in a strange place, sort of like the busy city section of Acmetropolis. Bright lights glowed everywhere, and a large group of people rushed this way and that. Lexi felt lost and confused, and she longed to see a familiar face.

"Grwhiuba, whoah!" a voice shouted behind her. Lexi recognized Slam immediately, and she turned to see a bewildered Tasmanian Devil. However, he didn't look exactly like she remembered him. He had on a large coat, a baseball cap, a pair of jeans, and large sneakers. From the way he was dressed, Lexi could hardly tell that he was a tasmanian devil.

"Slam!" Lexi cried in surprise. "Where are we?"

"Ugh," Slam replied, beginning to take off is baseball cap.

"Better not, Slam," Lexi said, looking around. "It doesn't look like there are any anthros here. We may cause suspicion to our enemeies... whoever they are..." she finished.

Right at that moment, Duck teleported out of nowhere wearing a similar outfit to Slam's.

"Okay!" Duck said, looking rather annoyed. "I don't know where the heck we are, but..." Duck paused as he saw Lexi. "Where'd you get the 'Sunday Clothes?'"

Lexi looked down at her body and gasped. She was wearing a red, strapless dress with a black coat covering her shoulders. She had on black tights and red heels, and her ears were done up in a style that sort of weaved with her hair.

"Whoah..." Lexi said in shock, taking in her new outfit.

"So what're we doing in this taco stand?" Duck asked, looking around at all the bright buildings around them.

"Sjrhtsihj, I dunno!" Slam replied, shrugging.

"Guys, we have a job to do, remember!" Lexi said. "Zadavia said that there was someone who needed help out here, and now we've got to find them.

"Right," Duck said, sticking out his chest. "Now all we have to do is wait for a call from a distressed citize..."

"HELP!!!" a woman screamed, capturing Lexi's attention. "MURDER!!! MURDER!!!"

"What?" Lexi asked, running to the voice's owner. She was a pretty woman, someone who's beauty came mostly from the sparkling jewels and soft furs that she was wearing.

"That man!!! He just killed my baby!!!" the woman shouted, pointing to a man standing a few feet away. Lexi turned quickly to see the person who had supposedly just killed this woman's baby.

He was a young, very good-looking man with very short hair, caramel colored skin, and a thin figure. He was wearing a red jacket, tattered sneakers, and jeans. He was carrying a very dirty container and a pair of drumsticks. The man didn't look like a killer, (Lexi in fact found herself being romantically attracted to him) but as soon as he saw the woman pointing to him, he looked frightened and jumped into the nearest Taxi. Lexi had no doubth that this man was guilty of something.

"Your child?!?" Duck asked in disbelief. "He killed your child!!!!"

"No, my akita!!!" The woman screamed, still crying. "Her name was Evita, and... and... HE KILLED HER!!!" The woman began to sob all over again.

"GRSUIGBR don't worry," Slam said, trying to calm the woman down.

"Uh...Lex....?" Duck asked, as Lexi had a sort of dreamy look on her face as she stared where the dog killer had just been standing.

"Oh, sorry," Lexi said, blushing a bit. "We'll catch him. Come on, guys," she said, turning to Slam and Duck. "Let's jet!"


"HEY!" Duck shouted, as the trio began running after the departing texi. "Why is it that whenever Ace isn't around, you always..."

"Not...now...Duck!" Lexi panted.

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Yeah. I meant to make it longer, but no. The laws of physics have deemed otherwise.
Next Chapter: Ace, Tech, and Rev meet two new friends. Some serious mugging goes on, and our three dressed up heroes search for the hot dog killer. (As in the dog killer is hot. Not that the killer killed a hot dog. I'm sure everyone's done that at least once in their life)

-- Edited by zadavias_spirit at 19:20, 2007-11-19

Awsome! More pleeeeeeeeeeeease! [puppy pout]

Cool! Keep it up!

[Click here to start writing your quick reply.]CHAPTER 2!!!!

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Meanwhile, Ace, Tech, and Rev were standing many blocks away from their three comrades. They were dressed similarlly to Slam and Duck, and all three were just as confused. Not knowing what to do Rev began to ask random people where they were.

"Hey!" he chirped to a man who was driving what looked like a very primitive hover car. "Do you know where we are? I mean it doesn't look like Acmetropolis at all and we just got here via wormhole and..."

"HEY YA BUM!!!" the man in the car shouted. "GET OFF THE WINDOW!!!" With a sudden turn of the wheel, the man knocked Rev off his windheild and into the gutter below.

"Hey, you okay?" Tech asked, picking Rev up by the wing.

"Yeah I guess. Although I don't really get why all the people here are so rude. I mean, I was just curious about where we were, and the guy almost killed me!"

"Well," Ace pointed out, "not all people are accustomed to people jumping on windshields and asking for directions."

"Speaking of directions," Tech said, "where are the others?"

"I have no idea," Ace said. "I just hope they're okay. Who knows hat kinda' crazy things are out 'ere?"

"December 24, 1989, 10 PM, Eastern Standard Time," a voice sounded behind the three friends. They turned to see a blond-haired man with glasses, holding a small camera while filming the three anthros. "From here on in, I shoot without a script. See if anything comes of it, instead of my old..." The man stopped suddenly, staring at our three heroes standing alone in the snow. "Who are you guys?"

"Uh..." the three gave each other looks, wondering if they should talk. Tech rubbed the back of his neck, accidentally revealing his communicator.

"Hey, what's that thing?" the blond man said, suddenly interested. Tech gasped a little in fear, and turned to Rev and Ace. The two glared at him with a look that said, "YOU IDIOT!!!"

"Oh... just... something I made..." Tech muttered, trying to cover up his mistake.

"You made that?" the man said, sounding a bit hopeful. "Can you... do more than make things? Can you... fix... things?"

"...Uh... sure..." Tech said, merely speaking the truth about his abilities.

"Great!" the man smiled, looking very happy. "You think you can come back to my place and fix my heater?"

"I... guess..." Tech said hesitantly, turning to Ace to see if that was the right thing to say. His two friends were a bit confused and surprised at this large intake of events.

"Cool!" the man said, smiling. "I'm Mark, by the way."

"Oh... I'm Tech," Tech said, introducing himself. "And these are my friends, Ace and Rev."

"Are you serious?" Mark said, smiling, but then blushed when he realized that they weren't. "Okay... just... follow me." Still obviously embarassed, Mark hopped on a nearby bicycle and strapped his camera onto the handlebars and began peddling off. Our heroes ran after him, trying to stay ahead of him.

For a while, nobody said anything. After a few months, however, Mark began to rant for apparently no reason.

"How do you documentary a life when real life's getting more like fiction each day?"

Tech, Ace, and Rev looked at each other, feeling a little weirded out.

"You know," Mark said, noticing the odd expressions on his new friend's faces, "with headlines, spreadlines blowing my mind and now this deadline eviction or pay Rent!"

"Uh... sure! Yeah!" Ace said, just trying to get this conversation moving along. Satisfied, Mark continued.

"And my roommate Roger. You'll meet him in a bit, but he's a songwriter, right? And he always asks how you're supposed to write a song when the chords sound wrong, though they once sounded right and rare."

"Um, okay..." Ace said, a bit confused by the outbursts of their new aquaintance.

"His notes are always sour, and he complains about not having the power he once had to ignite the air."

"Actually, igniting the air is a very difficult proccess..." Tech began to say.

"Tech... not now..." Ace said.

"And we're both hungry and frozen."

"Some life that you've chosen, eh?" Ace commented.

"How're we gonna' pay... how're we gonna' pay... how're we gonna' pay last years rent?!?"

By then, the group had arrived at a tall, ratty looking building. Picking up his camera, Mark stormed upstairs as Rev, Ace, and Tech followed along. It wasn't along until the four made it to a room where a man with long hair and a guitar was sitting on a table. Mark handed this man a piece of paper that, as much as Ace could see, read "Eviction Notice."

"Who're these guys?" the man asked.

"Roger, this is Ace, Rev, and Tech. Guys, this is my roommate Roger. Tech's here to fix the power lines."

Suddenly, a phone began to ring.

Mark gestured to the broken box of lines befrore answerig the phone. As Tech set to work, Ace and Rev were able to overhear the quick phone conversation that followed.

"Hello?"

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Duck, his chest heaving, finally stopped running in front of a tall, worndown building. Winded, he looked around to see if Lexi and Slam were around. He'd lost them somewhere about three blocks away.

As he tried to catch his breath, Duck noticed an African American man talking in a phone booth. The mallard couldn't help but catch what he was saying.

"Hey, guess who's back in town?" Pause. "It's Collins, man, throw down the key!" Duck continued to watch as the man stepped out of the phone booth and caught a pair of keys being thrown down from a balcony about three floors up by a blond-haired man wth glasses. Duck normally wouldn't have paid this scene any more attention after he walked away, except for the fact that there was a small scuffling noise that came from behind him.

Turning quickly, Duck saw a few men scuffling with the Collins man he had seen before. It looked like they were getting ready to steal his coat, but then the Collins man ran into an alley way. At first, Duck thought that would be okay, but then the other men ran after him.

The mallard was silent for a few moments as the four men dissappeard into an alley way.

"DUCK!!!" a voice that sounded like Lexi's shouted from a few blocks away. Not knowing what to do, Duck turned from the alley way, to Lexi's voice, to the alley way, and then he ran back to Lexi's voice.

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"How do we start a fire when there's nothing to burn and it feels like something's stuck in your flue?" Roger asked angrilly, tearing down random things that covered the walls. Ace and Rev, not knowing what to do, decided to help them do whatever they were doing. Rev, however, quickly found himself beginning to get cold.

"But how can we generate heat when we can't feel our feet and they're turning blue?" Rev asked between shivers.

Mark smirked before saying, "We light up a mean blaze," he grabbed a group of postersw with the words, "Roger Davis, one night performance" and tossed them into a trash can that was lying randomly in the loft. "with posters!"

"and screenplays!" Roger laughed, grabbing a huge stack of papers that had many headings, but all had, "by Mark Cohen" written on it. With a flourish, the two threw their two respective papers into the trash can. Ace and Rev watched in horror as Ace took a lighter out of his pocket and set a few of the papers on fire. Then, he threw the flaming papers into the trash can. The large piles of papers instantly caught fire.

"How're we gonna' pay... how're we gonna' pay... how're we gonna' pay last years rent?!?" Mark and Roger shouted over the flaming trash can.

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Slam ran around the dark alleys, trying to find Lexi, Duck, and, if possible, the dog killer. He was searching for a way out of the passages of alley ways, when he heard a man's voice call from somewhere.

"How do you stay on you feet when on every street it's trick or treat, and tonight it's trick!"

Slam shrugged, as if the man could see him.

"Welcome back to town, oh I should lie down! Everything's brown and oh... I feel sick!!!"

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"Where is he?" Mark asked, looking out his window.

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"Gettin' dizzy..." the man muttered. Slam, confused, left in order to find Lexi and ask what he should do about the situation.

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"How're we gonna' pay... how're we gonna' pay... how're we gonna' pay last years rent?!?" Mark and Roger screamed again.

"The music ignites the night with passionate fire!" Mark joked as he burned one of Roger's old posters.

"The narration crackles and pops with incendiary wit!" Roger retorted, burning one of Mark's screenplays.

Mark picked up his camera and narrated what he was filming. "Zoom in as they burn the the past to the ground and feel the heat of the future's glow!"

Rev, deciding to take a break from this craziness, ran to look out the window. What he saw was a large group of other people doing pretty much the sae thing; running and screaming protests at the top of their lungs. Suddenly, all the people began to scream.

"How do you leave the past behind when it keeps finding ways to get to your heart?" all the men yelled. Rev jumped out of the way as he saw Mark and Roger holding the flaming trash can and carrying it toward the window. The people began to shout again.

"It reaches way down deep and tears you inside out 'til you're torn apart! RENT!!! How can you connect in an age where strangers, landlords, lovers, your own bloodcells betray!!!"

More people began to shout again as Mark and Roger took the trash can and emtied its contents out onto the street. Ace and Rev watched in amazement as the flaming pieces of paper fell out of the trash can and onto the street.

"What Binds The Fabric Together When The Raging, Shifting Winds Of Change Keep Ripping Away!!!"

Ace looked down as a car drove into the alley way where the people were all standing. An African American man stepped out of the car, and looked up at Mark and Roger.

"Draw A Line In The Sand And Then Make A Stand!!!" he yelled up over the noise.

"Use your camera to spar!" Roger shouted, pointong to Mark.

"Use your guitar!" Mark responded.

"WHEN THEY ACT TOUGH YOU CALL THEIR BLUFF!!!!" Rev and Ace sort of stared in horror as the people continued to scream.

"We're Not Gonna Pay, We're Not Gonna Pay, We're Not Gonna Pay LAST YEAR'S RENT!!! THIS YEAR'S RENT!! NEXT YEAR'S RENT!!!! RENT!!! RENT, RENT, RENT, RENT!!! WE'RE NOT GONNA' PAY RENT!!!"

"'COZ EVERYTHING IS RENT!!!!!!" Mark, Roger, and practically everyone else within five yards radius shouted at the tops of their lungs.

Ace and Rev stared at each other with a look of complete horror on their faces.

"Hey!" Tech said, joining them at the window, just finishing fixing the wires. Then, he began to look at all the flames settling on the street and all the people shouting.

"What just happened?" Tech asked, turning to Ace and Rev, as the people began to quiet down.

"Honestly?" Ace said, looking down at the hordes of screaming people below. "I have no idea."

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After what seemed like a million years, Lexi stopped running. Her shoes were killing her feet, and she was in dessperate need to rest. With a sigh, she sat down at the curb.

"Man," Lexi whispered to herself. "I'm so tired I think I'm hearing a pounding in my head."

Suddenly, Lexi realized that the pounding wasn't in her head. Looking a little farther pff, she saw an attractive man in his 20s pounding on a plastic container with a pair of drumsticks.

Firing up her brian blast, Lexi prepared herself to blast the man's head. Then, suddenly, two people walked by.

"Here you go," one woman said, tossing a nickle into the lap of the dog killer. Ceasing his drumming, the man picked up the nickle and smiled at the now-leaving couple.

"Merry Christmas!" he said, smiling. Lexi hid in a nearby alley while this happened, but she began to fire up her brain blast again as the couple left. Meanwhile, the man continued his drumming.

The drumming didn't continue for long, however, as Lexi heard a small noise coming from another alley way. The man seemed to hear it too, as he stopped his drumming again for a few moments. But then, the noise seemed to stop, so the man continued his drumming once again.

Lexi was about to unleash a blast when the sound seemed to get even louder. This time, there was no denying it that there was a noise somewhere.

The man picked up his brown leather backpack, the plastic container, and his drumsticks before peering slightly into the alley. "Hello?" he called, listening for an answer. Instead of a response, the noise began to get louder, and Lexi realized that it was a coughing noise. The dog killer, eanwhile, had followed the nise into the alley. Lexi quickly followed, getting ready to catch the dog killer. However, something stopped them both.

Lexi gasped as she saw an African American man lying in a small puddle of his own blood, coughing and groaning in pain.

"Oh my God, are you okay, honey?" Lexi heard the dog killer exclaim. This was certainly not what she excpected a dog killer to say.

"I'm afraid so," the man on the ground said. The dog killer continued to question the hurt man on the ground.

"They get anything or..."

"I didn't have any money, but they took all my stuff," the beaten man explained.

Lexi watched in shock as the dog killer began to pull a cloth out of a loop from his belt and offered it to the man on the ground. This was definitely not typical murderer behavior. The hurt man began waving it away.

"No, no, it's okay... I'm fine..." when it was perfectly obvious to Lexi that this man was not. Even then, the man began to cough up some more blood. He then accepted the cloth and began wiping some blood off of his head. The dog killer sat for a few moments until the coughing subsided.

"I'm Angel," the dog killer said, and Lexi kept the man's name permanenetly in her head.

"Angel?" the other man said, before sniffing a few times. "Friends call me Collins. Tom. Tom Collins."

Angel waited for a few minutes as the man began to cough again. When Collins finished, Angel said, "Come on. Let's get you cleaned up." Slowly and carefully, Angel lifted Collins to his feet, but even then Lexi noticed Collins wincing in pain as he stood up.

Lexi was about to pounce on Angel when she suddenly saw both Collins and Angel stop as their eyes caught each others'. Somehow, she couldn't bring herself to stop the deep moment between the two.

Lexi watched the two for a few minutes, and suddenly it seemed like someting clicked between the two men in the dark alley. There was a deep, meaningful silence between the two, and Collins cleared his throat awkwardly before wiping his head again.

"No," Angel said suddenly, taking the cloth from Collins's hand. Collins looked a bit surprised, and he turned to face Angel. Again, Lexi noticed that they seemed to be watching each other a little longer than necessary. Then Angel said in a warm, loving voice, "Let me."

As Angel finished gingerly wiping the blood off Collins's forehead and the two began to walk off into the distance, Lexi stood in complete silence. Had she seriously just... left a man whom she was supposed to stop?

That was definitley not like her........

"Lexi," the rabbit said to herself, "from now on, I'm banning love novels from the tower."

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And... that's it. For now.........
Yeah.
Next Chapter: We meet the landlord guy who everyone seems to enjoy yelling at. Plus, Roger angsts, and a new character is introduced. Or not. I may just skip ahead to the next part.
Tell me, RENT watchers, should I do One Song Glory and Light My Candle or should I do You'll See, Boys then go directly to the intro of... you know. Awesomeness.

It just keeps getting better! Keep it up!

Wow! It's really interesting! Keep it up!

...Yeah....
So I basically have no more ideas for this so, unless something amazing happens within the next, say, two weeks, I'll close this sucker. I seriously don't know how the Loonatics are going to blend cohesively with this story....
Thanks to those who read! *huggles*