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Cool chapter. I like the way he kept his face calm.
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Thank you.
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wow awesome fanfiction! I think you described chads personality verry well -and the other things of course too!
I could imagine everything verry clearly -like some kind of movie
keep it up this fanfic is so cool.
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Thanks. I'm glad you like the description, I was worried I hadn't put enough in. I did have a bit of trouble making up Chad's personality but I think in the end I got it right.
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cool story i still like shrown better
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Thank you.
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No offence, but this is the second chapter, how can you say that after the second chapter? -I think this story has got a great beginning and maybe it will become much better than Shrown is. (but I also like Shrown very much... oh well everyone has got his own opinions right? )
both stories are great at the end we will see which one is the best
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That's what I was thinking! I mean, the proper storyline hasn't even started yet. Oh well, as you say, everyone's got their own opinions. Thanks for commenting!
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Chapter 3: What Now?
What have I done? Chad asked himself. He didn’t know why he’d attacked that Chronicler. He didn’t even know why he had been provoked. Thinking about it now, nothing truly bad had been said. The guy had merely been pointing out what was true, even if he was being sarcastic about it.
What am I going to do? Again, Chadlace had no idea. He was now a criminal, and everyone would be looking for him. Part of him wanted to just hand himself in, but the other part wanted to run. Get as far away from the city as possible. Start a new life somewhere else.
Chad was soon dripping wet from the rain. He wasn’t heading anywhere specific. He was trying to keep his pace normal, but he couldn’t help but walk a little faster than usual. He kept his head down, his eyes scanning for Sligs. He really hoped the blood on him wasn’t noticeable.
The streets were deserted, which he was thankful for. Soon he began to shiver, the cold weather getting to him. Drains overflowed with brown, dirty water. A peal of thunder roared overhead, followed by a blinding flash of lightning.
After a while the lone Chronicler began to head back to his apartment. There, he told himself, he would think about things. He knew there was a strong chance that it would be the first place where the Sligs would look for him, but he didn’t have anywhere else to go.
By the time he reached his destination the sun had long set, though the rain still hadn’t ceased. He was completely soaked, his clothes having done little to protect him. He didn’t encounter anyone as he took the elevator up to his apartment. He quietly closed and locked the door before creeping to the kitchen, keeping the lights off so it looked as if he wasn’t home.
He washed his hands in the sink, doing the best he could to get rid of the dried blood. In the fridge he found a Meep and salad sandwich, which he hungrily stuffed down his throat. He quickly regretted eating though, as soon after his stomach began to take on a nauseous feeling. Trying to keep his hands steady, he poured some water from the tap into a glass, slowly sipping the refreshing liquid. He felt a little better.
After finding the remote, Chad sat down and turned on his TV, lowering the volume so no one but he could hear. After flicking through the various channels he finally came to the one he was looking for – the news channel. If there was anything about him on TV, this is where it would be.
He had to sit close to the TV in order to hear anything due to the low audio and the rain that was bashing against his windows. He sat there for twenty long minutes, but nothing about him popped up. When a report about a train crash came on, unwanted memories surfaced and Chad had to stop watching.
Silently walking to his bedroom, he approached his window and gazed out at the grey city. No worries of people seeing him found their ways into his mind, as his curtains made sure that he could see out but no one could see in. He knew what he’d done was beyond terrible, but his mind was strangely numb to emotions. He felt as if he would wake up in the morning and everything would be forgiven. But he knew that wasn’t so.
Sighing, he sauntered away from the window and back into the living room. He happened to glance at the TV, and was utterly shocked to see his picture in the middle of the screen. He fell to the floor next to it, straining to hear what was being said and yet scared to turn the volume up any loader.
“If you see this Chronicler, named Chad Gusterlan, get in touch with the police as soon as you can,” announced the news Slig. “Not two hours ago he was involved with a murder taking place after a court trial down town. You are advised to be extremely cautious when dealing with him, as he is suspected to be highly dangerous and unstable. We will now hand you over to our reporter at the scene of the crime.”
Shocked, Chad switched the TV off. He’d seen enough. He knew what he had to do.
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He has a weird sounding second name that I made up in two seconds. Also, I'm rubbish at writing news reports .