New Post... Crying?

***Triggers for Third Transmission***

So whenever anyone tells me that Third Transmission made them cry, I'm not sure how to take it. It seems insensetive to ask, "In a 24 kind of way, or a Monsters Inc. kind of way?"

If you read jack heath's blog for th 17th of February, you'd come across a whole list of things that make jack heath cry, or not cry.

Think about it. What's your answer to the question above? I'd probably say a 'Monsters Inc. kind of way', knowing that he meant sad little things.

I might have a poll on that. Note: It's a Jack Heath quote.

A new ending... Fanfiction, based on Third Transmission

*Spoilers for Third Transmission*
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I was browsing the Fanfiction.net site and came up with only one Six of Hearts Fanfic on there, this one. I really like it, and a brilliant writer's credit for Lillith Skywalker. It's supposed to be a new ending to Third Transmission... based after the end of Third Transmission.

Angelic Voices, An Agent Six of Hearts Fanfic.

Valentine's Day Fanfic

Sorry it was a bit slow in the making. Oh, and it's a Six/Ace ship story. My first crack at romance.

A terrifying jump. It was from high in the sky, almost suicidal with no chance of working. No chance of escape. No chance of living at all. There was no way they would have made it out alive.

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“Quick!” Ace whispered urgently, “Turn right here!”

They turned right in quick succession to eachother, sneakers and party shoes skidding along the wooden floor simultaneously. Six looked at Ace, and noticed for the first time that she was much taller than him.

They didn’t have much more time to think of anything, other than escape. The ChaoSonic soldiers were on their tail, firing bullets at them randomly.
It was too late to be sneaky anymore. They had already broken out of the facility doors with quite a loud noise ( Six practically ran right into the door), and started running for their lives toward the exit. Ace and Six had a vague plan to make their way out in the quickest way possible… whether or not it was dangerous. They considered it more dangerous to be inside the building when their hidden bomb would blow it up in a matter of minutes.
Ace had played her way into the building by impersonating a rich lady who was attending a ChaoSonic Anniversary of Takeover. It was likely the lady wasn’t even interested in the anniversary, she was so young.
Once inside, she subtly unlocked a grate in the wall, giving a slightly disgruntled Six passageway into the hall. He had been making his way as quietly as possible through the vents, and had picked up quite an amount of dust and clogging fluff on his way.
This was the ultimate plan. Why not blow up ChaoSonic? It would be much more simple.
So, with this plan running through their thoughts and a Deck-planted-bomb in the centre of the main ChaoSonic facility, they ran.
Damn! A dead end. Ace and Six looked at each other, questioning the other briefly. In a split second, they had made their decision. However, Six was the one to voice it.
“We’re going out the window.”

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The ChaoSonic guards stood there in shock, staring at the window in a mixture of awe and scrutiny. They had just seen the pair of teenagers jump out the window together. The soldiers hefted their guns and listened for instructions over the ChaoSonic radio system. It was highly unlikely they’d ever be asked to track down those two again.

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Six grabbed Ace’s hand and jumped out of the window first. They were on the twentieth floor of the amazingly large ChaoSonic structure. Six doubted they could ever survive a freefall that far. He did, however have a plan.
As they fell, Ace looked at Six in horror. “How are we going to get out of this?”
Six smiled sadly, attempting the reassuring look. “Trust me.”
The wind whistled past the duo and blew their hair upwards like a massive blow drier. When they were getting close to the end of their fall, Six looked at Ace, who was falling above him. Ace was frantic, but Six was strangely calm.
“Agent Ace of Diamonds,” he said slowly, “Ace. I want you to take care of King, Kyntak, and everyone else after this is over. When ChaoSonic is destroyed, and the world is peaceful again, I want you to be there to see it. After all, you worked so hard.” He looked at Ace’s confused expression on her face and smiled calmly.
“I love you.”

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Bang. Impact with the dusty concrete floor. The bodies lay in a stack out of the window. They had just made a jump from impossible heights. Suddenly, something moved.

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Ace stirred, groaning. She opened her eyes slowly. It felt like she’d been hit by a truck, then mashed again by its back wheels. She rolled over to the side and gasped. She felt a searing pain in her chest and heaved for air.
Six was lying motionless on the concrete floor, eyes rolled back into his head. He should’ve been the first to wake up, Ace thought. I shouldn’t even have lived.
Then it clicked. Six had directly positioned his body under Ace’s to cushion her fall. In doing so, he had sacrificed his own life for hers. Heavy, rolling tears streamed down Ace’s dusty cheeks. She now knew what Six had been talking about. She checked for his pulse half-heartedly, knowing it was fruitless. There wasn’t a single beat left. She cried, looking at his face distraughtly. Her tears fell, wiping away the dust on his face. She held her hand to his heart.
“I love you too.”

Happy Valentine's Day!

I'm going to write a Six fanfiction based on Valentine's day as soon as I can, but in the meantime, have a look at this banner.

Hit List Update

We don't have a blurb yet, but we can tell you the story includes guns, thieves, severed body parts, the largest intelligence agency in the world, and, as always, people falling from preposterous heights.

This little excerpt is from Jack Heath's Website, on the news page. The fifth book has been officially announced. It should be coming out in August.

I've made a random cover for it. This is totally my work, although I used Jack Heath's books to help me make it and I've got a picture from Money Run on the front.

Similarities...

Apparently this is because the publishers frequently use the same stock pictures for different novels. Anyway, look familiar?

What Would Six Do?

Jack's Heath's website recently boasted its very own page for T Shirts. These patterns are pretty awesome and cool, also relevant to thinsg we might end up talking about. I'm going to ask for one for my birthday. :D

Let me know if you've bought one.

Agent Six of Hearts: Revenge of the Fallen

ETA: I didn't know that I accidentally copied off the Transformers 2, when I wrote this. Forgive me.

This cannot be happening.
Six stared at the lifeless figure above him. It wasn’t exactly lifeless; it just didn’t have a life any more. Like a ghost, it made a swoop for Six’s head, attempting to knock him over, however futile that might have been.
“Wh-Who are you?” Six almost stammered, slightly freaked that he was talking to a ghost that he could not only see, but feel every time it brushed against him.
“We are the Fallen,” the ghost replied. “All the Fallen that left the last life because of your actions. We are here for our revenge.” The ghost split up into many different faces, some of which Six knew, some he didn’t. He saw Agent Two’s face alongside Grysat and Sevadonn, and feverently hoped he was dreaming. Someone was pulling at him, jolting him back to the present. He had no choice but to give in and leave the intriguing Fallen for another time.

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Six awoke suddenly, coughing and spluttering. He sat bolt upright and cleared his breathing abruptly. He looked around and saw he was in some sort of cellar. In all the rush, he didn’t notice Retuni Lerke standing smugly before him.
When he did, he was more than ready. “Why did you make Nai think that way? How horrible of you, her only relative she trus-.”
Lerke cut Six off with a brisk, “Nai came to her own conclusion.”
In spite of being stuck in a locked underground room with a crazy scientist, Six was still irritable. In fact, it made him even more irritated to be in this situation, when he was sure he had just died only moments before. Why does this cruel world just keep bringing me back? he wondered.
“What a brilliant father you are,” he muttered sarcastically.
Lerke apparently decided to ignore the comment. Instead, he barrelled on with talk. “You should be thankful you’re alive. I used my most advanced machinery to bring you back from the dead.”
Six couldn’t help thinking, What? A scientist brought me back from the dead again? Unbelievable.
“I also took the liberty of...” Lerke paused, thinking for the right words. “Improving your DNA.”
“You changed my DNA?!” Six burst out, horrified.
“Yes, I did, though I only changed the parts that needed changing if my plan is to go ahead.”
Six surprised himself at how calm he was. “You have a plan now, do you?”
“Yes, I do. Although I might not fill you in until I am ready. For now, I have more gene-altering to do. Lay back.”
Six shivered and kept sitting up. “I don’t want you to change my DNA any more. I could become a totally different person!”
Lerke smiled thinly. “Isn’t that what you’ve always wanted? To blend in?”
Six reluctantly lay back down on the bed and slept. After all, there was hardly a way to escape.

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