(This is still my amaganshon peeps.)

[My genral misshon is to protect my frends and the people that are cloce to me, I may seem week but when I or my frends and/or cloce ones feal thretoned I get portetive... ...And strong...]

[It was a nother day and Tails, cosmo, ashaly, and I are walking down a path in the park, but I felt dangor near... ...So I poked around in my pocket for my Desert Egile...]

Me: *Good its their*

[...Unforanatley I was right dangor was near...]

Me: Tails, take a face of acton!! Girls, Take cover!
*Cosmo & Ashaly run behind a tree and Tails and me take out are wepons.*
Me: Move, move, move!! Don't stay still stupid!
*I take cover behind a tree to relode*
Me: *Oh, no...* Tails, do you have any extra clips!?
Tails: Ya, I got a bunch, hears 8!
Me: Thanks!
*I chanber the round, slip the button, chuck the emety clip, smach a new one in, then chambers it goes to fire, but it locks...*
Me: Crap, Its jammed!
Tails: swich spocts, I'll try to fix it!
*Me and Tails swich spocts, About a minite later hes got it fixed.*
Tails: Hear!
Me: Thanks!
*We swich spots agune*

[Two shots, whent off, and whent throw a tree,... ...The one that Cosmo & Ashaly where behind, and hit them, both in the sholder]

Me: ASHALY! Tails: COSMO! (At the same time)
*Cosmo falls to the ground, holding her arm, and Ashaly falls to a chrough, we run over and ask them if ther ok...*
Me & Tails: Are you guys ok!?
Ashaly: *Haa, Haa, Haa* ya, sortof.
Cosmo: *Gaahh...* Ow..... *kinda, Not realy...
Me: Tails, get cosmo, We need to get out of hear!

[We grab'em and run home, when we get ther we BURST throw the door, past everyone, to the infermarey, then set them down on the beds...]

Me: You shore your ok?..
Ashlay: Ya...
Tails: Heal them!
Me: Love to...but remember, I lost the healing skill a few weeks ago.
Tails: Oh, ya...

[We all sit their talking to each other for a wile...]

Me: *Ta...* That was a strol in the park gone wrong...
Tails: Why Did they attack us? They ushaly leave us alown when were walking togetor...
Me: *Quick gasp* Oh, no. I'm so sorry guys...
Tails: Hum? Why? You diden't do anything... ...right?
Me: I tecknicley did, they wher after me, They had no intenchon of herting anyone elce...
Everyone but me: *Hu, gasp*
Ashaly: But why are they after you???
Me: I got all most every thing...
Me: good frends, a website, a labtop, flash, a viteocamra... ...*Blushing a little, and smiling* Someone I care about...
Ashlay: *Blushes some, and smiles too* John...
Me: ...But alot of bad things too, Enemys, Groghs, stockers... ...and people who want me dead too...

((Athoter comment: Don't forget I sead this was done with my imagashon!))

...Now that I think about it if shadow finds out about this he might want me dead too... ...But he might not fight me sence I know he knows how I get when I get protectve... ...but its like him to fight me anyway.
Me: Ok, anofe tolking to myself, time to fix those wonds up... *Walks to counter and looks in drows and camints* Found'em *Walking back over with rapping cloth, medacen, and twers* Ok, whos first?
Ashaly: Cosmo, she not usted to puting up with this pain.
Me: Ok then. *Sets susplise down in between the beads then picks up tweres* Alright 1. It dosent hert as much if you don't look and 2. Its bes- *I cut myself off* Tails, over hear. *Tails walks over, and we start to wisper*
Tails: Ok.
Me: and 1. its bes- *Humm... ...aa! Oh, oops.* 2. Another thing that helps is if you squize someone's hand... ...Tails? *Tails walks over and he and cosmo grab eachother's hand, blushing, but hardle noteisable*
Me: Ok now...lets see...
Cosmo: *Tss* *Owch*
Me: Sorry, oh!!! ...annnnd... ...got it! Now a little medacen...now the cloth. Thier.
Cosmo: Tanks...
Me: Ok, Ashaly, your turn...
Ashaly: Ok... *We grab eachothers' hand, then I work on the wond*
Me: Ah, thire you go.
Misshon pad-T.F.C. HQ misson offichal-Agent 058: *Stadic* Agent 058, to Team one. Come in. Over... *Stadic*
Me: *Stadic* This is Agent 001, responding... Over... *Stadic*
Misshon pad-T.F.C. HQ misson offichal-Agent 058: *Stadic* I have a misshon you guys. Over... *Stadic*
Me: *Stadic* State the misshon... Over... *Stadic*
Misshon pad-T.F.C. HQ misson offichal-Agent 058: *Stadic* Sorry, but its a war misshon... Over... *Stadic*
Me: *Stadic* Another one?! Dam it...Over... *Stadic*
Misshon pad-HQ misson offichal-Agent 058: *Stadic* Yes, sorry. Your qurdernets are 87'42W, 72'46L. Over... *Stadic*
Me: *Stadic* Rogger that...Over...end... *Stadic* Ok, Team, move out!

(To be contuied sometime)
(posable not...)