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Ich hatte das eigentlich für den mangatalente WB 09 gezeichnet gehabt, doch ich hab die Colo versaut. Da mir aber die Outlines noch immer gefallen und ich grad wieder über sie gestolpert bin dachte ich ich lad sie mal hoch.

Wie immer ist mir natürlich beim Zeichnen der Outlines eine ganze Story mitsamt hintergrund und charaktern dazu eingefallen.

Charakters&Art (c) by me

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He couldn't run anymore.
Wheezing like his lungs would colaps any second he tried to slow down but the Hand of his saviour, Michael's Hand, was still clamped around his Arm in an iron grip.

"Come on!" the blond Man hissed as he pulled him into the Park, where only the bright Lamps illuminated the path infront of them.
The families with their Children, the young couples and the Olds were long gone. Back at home eating dinner, playing games or simply watching TV as they enjoyed the last hours of this day.

It had to be far enough. Stumbling exhausted he caught himself on a bench before he could crash to the ground, and collapsed on it.

" We have to continue. You can catch your breath later, when we managed to get away from it."

"I...I can't. I have to.. take a break." Leaning back against the bench Dean stared up through the Trees. He could see the stars shining bright above them. //It will get cold tonight// he briefly thought before he looked at his Saviour.
Michael still was tense. Every Sound that echoed through the Park drew his attention. Seeking eyes tried to look past the dark barrier of the nightly Park but he could see nothing. Not with this Newmoon, not with the Lamps that only penetrated so far as to the Paths edge.

"Did we loose it?" So innocent, so hopefull, was his question that he didn't expect Michaels violent jerk on his arm and stumbled to the ground next to him.
" What the.." But he couldn't finish his sentence.
Out of the Bushes, right behind him, and as silent as an asassin had to be, stepped the Machine, the curse, that had tried to kill him. The silent Tick,Tick,Tick of its cogged wheels like the steady heartbeat of a well trained Killer as it stepped closer.
A strangled noise escaped Dean as the sharp blade emerged from the Robot's Wrist.

Whithout fear Michael stepped infront of Dean and helped him up. His eyes never leaving the Robot that watched them through dim glimming eyes behind its Mask.

"Michael." A tug on the Blonds sleeve.
The blond didn't react. He didn't wanted to stay, wanted to fight, Right? Dean fisted his hand in Michaels Lether jacket and pulled.

It was as if their trance was broken.
Like a Bird seizing his prey, cocked the robot his head to the side.
Michael swirled around and Pushed Dean towards the path.
"RUN!"

His legs screamed his feet protested but the adrenaline in his body made everything dissapear as they fled from the Robot.

He could hear him running. Could hear the scraping of metal as his legs carried it through the chilly night.

Behind him, Michael, shielding him like he was born for it and urging him on.
Don't look back. Never look back.
Only Forward. To the exit of the park where the Cars where. Where help was. Where they could escape.
Hopefully.

~The end

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Das war jetzt mal nur ein kleiner Teil aus der Story die ich mir dafür aus gedacht hab, und welche noch immer in meinen grauen Gehirnzellen abgespeichert ist.

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Sind alle Freischalter im Urlaub oder auf der LBM oder warum dauert das Freischalten so lange?
Hochgeladen am Freitag nacht (bzw Samstag morgen) und mittlerweile is Sonntag. *grml*