From: "Malisa Sophia Reeve-Powell" Subject: SRU The Robber Saga Part Date: Fri, 18 Jul 1997 22:13:56 +1200 ******************* ************* PROLOGUE ************ ******************* "Damn you!" The woman of the thieves snapped. She finished looking around the store, and still had not been able to find anything really worth taking. "Ok, calm down and maybe we will pull this off." One of the males, named Steven, said as he once again tried to break the lock on the door to the rear of the shop. "Look, It was you who said that there would be a safe here." The woman snapped. Her name was Diane, and she was a stereo-typical red hair. Quickly to fire up, and had a blaze like a rocket blast. "I thought there was!" Steven replied, kicking at the door "The bloody old man must have it stored behind this door somewhere. I wish we had never seen this bloody store." Steven spun round to face the others in his thieves group. "Look it would be better if we did the other stores and just forgot about this shitty store anyway." "Wait, how about we take a few of the items," The youngest of the group, Karl, said grabbing a small figurine that looked like crystal from one of the shelves, "they may be useful and maybe we can sell them on the black-market." "Look it was your idea to come to this town." Diane was cornering Steven. "Damn it I could be with the New York group breaking into the new giant magic store instead of doing this small bit mall in some small bit town." "Hey, this town has class and none of that supermarket shit." Steven snapped back, knowing he would have to defend himself with teeth and claw if Diane got any more angry. "You should see the great bars around this place. Anyway McCraw's team is nothing compared to the New Jersey hit team. They hit eleven shops, all big ones mind you, in one night." The tallest and eldest of the group pushed the two bickering robbers apart. He glared at them both, his face grim "Look are you two finished, I would like to go rob some place that has some money and not these stupid items that are worth nothing." The leader of the Morocco gang said, his voice deep and that of a sergeant major in an army. Chris Morocco ushered the rest of the gang together and gave them the drill. "When we leave, we break into two small groups. We have wasted to much time in here, and we need to make it up. Karl and Diane I want you to hit the Clothes supermarket up the walk way from here. Mike, Gene hit that bookstore, you go with him Mike." He paused and regarded Mike with a mean stare. "And Mike -- no reading!" Mike nodded quickly, his face blushing from the embarrassment he still felt from getting caught on his last raid, because he stopped to read a Chalker book. "Steven, you are with me and we are hitting the apartment store across the mall." He looked back at the gang. "We may not be able to get all the shops, but while hit the bigger of them. Right, now any question?" "When do we meet back?" Came Mike's reply, the slim twenty year old geek asked. He wasn't much of a robber, but he could deal with nearly any security system that was in place. He had quickly dealt with the security of this place, overloading all the camera's with one little device he had made. Chris nodded and quickly answered. "Ok, we meet back in the car in eighty minutes. Anything else?" There was silence indicating everyone was ok with the plan. "Right we are out of here." Chris order as he grabbed his gun from the counter and started for the door. "Everyone got want they want?" He order. Everyone nodded, grabbed a few items, then exited. As they left a figure seemed to walk out of the darkness and watched as the six robbers started walking off to their next hits. He smiled and knew that soon they would regret hitting Spells R' Us first. ******************* ************* PART 1 ************* ******************* They entered the front of the shop through a hole in the glass that Diane had quickly made with her glass cutter. She had always been full of surprises, and Karl smiled as yet another of her bag of tricks helped them in to a shop of their choosing. "Ok, I'll right the right side, you hit the left. I'll meet you in the middle in 35." Karl whispered as he looked up to see the video cameras, but it didn't matter as they had already got rid of the security guard which monitored the cameras. Diane nodded and rushed over to the right side of the large clothing store. Karl watched as she run and couldn't help watching her ass moving. He took a long deep breath and smiled. He knew he would get his way with her, it was a simple fact of getting her drunk and leading her off somewhere. "Well back to work boy." Karl whispered to himself as he rushed over to the left side of the store, and started searching for anything that is worthwhile. Diane quickly made it to the other end, and without rest, she started searching around the area for anything that would get them money. After a few minutes of searching she wondered if anyone else had found something of worth. She looked over to Karl and still could see him anywhere and she wondered if he had found another room. It would just be her luck if didn't find anything and the rest of the buggers did. Suddenly she felt something fall out of her pocket and she looked down to see the ring she had snatched from that Spells 'r' us store. She picked it up and looked at the shining gem that was on it. It's brightness shone like a diamond, yet it wasn't as straight edged as a diamond and looked roundish, like a pearl. She place the ring on her finger, as not to loss it by it falling from her pocket again. She got up from were she had been crushing and walked further into the store looking for something that would catch a good price on the black market. She turned around and saw someone standing in front of her. She jumped and wiped out her gun. She pointed it at the figure who was pointing a gun at her. Then she saw the face and smiled. "Oh shit you scared me." She said to reflection in the mirror. "Really?" Came back a reply. Diane did a double take and looked at the mirror again. "What the hell." She said and walked towards the mirror. She moved, to make sure the mirror image did as she did. She looked at herself in the mirror and brushed a strand of her hair out of her face. She did look pretty, she thought to herself. She looked down at the black cat-suit she was wearing and frowned. "This just doesn't work for me." She said. "No it doesn't" Came a reply from the mirror again. This time when she looked up the mirror image was smiling at her. She back pedaled and dropped the gun to the floor. She stared as the mirror image of her stepped forward and out of the mirror and walked towards her. "You know you could look a lot prettier then that." Diane tried to speak but found her voice was taken with fear, and also wonder. The image of her stepped up to her and touched her face with a soft hand. Diane couldn't help but move forward slightly, unable to control her bodies sexually reaction to the way the image of her had touched her. "I think you need something a lot sexier on don't you?" The image of herself whispered. Diane found herself nodding and following the image to the mirror again. She looked in the mirror to watch as the cat-suit around her body started to pull inwards and become silk like. The arms retracted in, as did the legs of her cat-suit. She watched as the black became a pastel pink and then finally she was wearing a pink silk teddy. She looked up at her hair which had been taken out of the tight bun, and was now flowing freely down her near naked back. The teddy push her beasts upwards, making the stand at attention, her hard nipples pushing firmly against the teddy's silkiness. She was turned around and she came face to face with her mirror image again, who was now wearing exactly the same as she now was. "That looks better." Her mirror image said, as she leaned forwards and kissed Diane on the lips. Diane moved her lips forward and suddenly found she couldn't move. She looked as her mirror image move away from her. The woman shimmered slightly and seemed to reform into an old, but a strong and wise looking old man. "I think I'll be taking that little ring, dear." The man said as he brought his hand to her still hand and removed the ring. He placed the ring in his pocket and grabbed Diane by the waist with both his hands. He twisted Diane and turned her around so that she could see straight into the mirror. "I think you'll want to watch this." The man said. She stared into the mirror and watched in horror as her feet seemed to become some type of shinny more artificial surface. She watched as it grew up her legs, hardening her skin to become as hard as .... plastic.... She was becoming a mannequin,. She tried to move, but felt like her body just was wasn't even there. All she could do was watch as the plastic grew upwards, past her stomach, touching her breasts and making the hard as rocks. It grew up her neck and then when it finally touched her head she felt a rush of panic and then all thoughts left her forever as she became a store mannequin. The old man shook his head and turned the mannequin back round to face the store. "One down," he said looking at his watch. "Five to go. I'll need to be faster if I ever plan on stopping them all." He looked up to were the next person was in this room. He thought about the item that Karl had in his pocket and he smiled. "Oh too easy." He said as he started the objects magic. ******************* ************* PART 2 ************* ******************* Karl slowly opened the safe, and checked the edges of the safe door to make sure there was no hidden traps. He opened it slowly and found himself staring into a safe full of.... "Children's clothing?" He said taking the clothing out. "What the hell is this all about." He muttered to himself. He grabbed the clothing from out of the safe and looked it up and down. There was a girls dress, a pair of white stocking, black shining shoes, there was also a pink hair ribbon. "I have spend twenty minutes breaking into this safe for nothing." He said, throwing the clothes to the floor. "That isn't anyway to treat clothes now is it." Came an male voice from behind him. He spun around spotted and old man. His hand reached into his pocket and grabbed for his gun. He pulled it out and fired. Nothing happened. He looked at the gun and stared in surprise. Instead of a gun, he held the crystal figurine; which was of the posh girl dressed in a dress and Alice in wonderland shoes. "Oh ouch you got me." The old man laughed. "Now what are you going to do about the clothes." "Your dead old man." Karl snapped, dropping the figurine to the ground. As he rose from the ground, the figure hit the floor and smashed. Karl felt a rush of air and suddenly mist filled his vision. He turned to see where the mist was coming from, but he couldn't see anything. It was if he had just landed in the middle of a great fog in England. Then just as suddenly the fog vanished and he stared in wonder at his new surroundings. "What the fuck." "Young girl!" Came a reply from behind him. "I will not hear you using words like that!" "What?" He turned around and came face to face with a woman who could only be described as a nanny from hell. "Don't what me young lady. I heard you." Why was she calling him a young lady? And where did she get that think British accent from, she sounded like she was talking through her nose. "Now take your clean clothes and get ready for school." She handed out some clothes and throw them into his stomach. He caught them on relax, and as the door closed behind the angry nanny he looked down to see the pink frilly dress, white panties, white think denim stockings and a pink hair tie that he had found in the safe. He looked up and around in amazement at the room. It was like out of a fairy-tale, all frilly and made up for a young girl. He noticed the bed and walked over to it. Pushing down on the bed with his free hand, he heard the springs squeak underneath. He sat on the bed and looked at the clothes he was holding. He slowly placed the clothes on the bed. He then started to remove his own black cat-suit gear. As he was removing his clothes, finally removing his underwear, he wondered why he was doing such a strange act. He couldn't honestly think of trying to wear the young girls clothes. Could he? He picked up the small white panties and look at them. You knew damn well that they wouldn't fit over his legs, let alone around his penis and waist. However, his hands brought them to his feet and he place, first his right foot into the hole, then his left foot. The panties seemed to have expanded and grown to allow them to fit around his legs and waist. He pulled them up to his groin and pulled them up to cover his exposed genitals. Karl was mighty surprised that the panties had fitted his body, but before he had time to think on the matter his hand reached down and took up the white stockings. He looked at the thick white stockings and saw how small they were. His hand lowered them to his feet, and he pointed his feet into first the right, then the left hole. He pulled the stocking up his legs, and then stood up as he pulled them over his bottom and waist. Again the stocks had seemed to grow with his body, as if they grow to his adult size. He collected up the dress and placed it over his head. His head touched the hole to the top of the dress, and just as it touched his ears, the dress flopped down over his body. This time however, he had felt something tingle all over his body. As the dress seemed to fall over his head, he noticed his hands grow smaller, then wrinkles disappearing behind soft young skin. His nails grew outward and became more pointed. As the dress settled around his body he felt his legs seemed to squeeze inwards, and he noticed the room seemed to get larger. Then he felt like he needed to pee as his penis seemed to leak into his body. He reached down quickly, wondering what was happening. Why had he even placed on these clothes. Before he even got his hands to the hem of his dress the door opened and an adult walked in. It was an old man. "Well, Karl." The old man said picking Karl small body into his arms. He topped him on to the bed again and took the red ribbon from the bed. Karl tried to move but found he couldn't, or was it he didn't want to. The old man grabbed at Karl's brown hair and seemed to pull it from his scalp. "You can't go to school without your long brown hair tied now can you." He said, as if he was talking to a child. "You won't get away with this." Karl said, his voice sounded strange. Young and like so much like a girl's voice. "I think I already have." The old man said, as he placed the ribbon in Karl's long hair. As soon as the ribbon touched Karl's hair, Karl felt a pain to his head and then she smiled and hugged her friend. "Thank you Mr." Karla said. "Will you help me with my shoes?" "Of course I will, Karla." The old man said and picked up the Alice in wonderland shoes, placing them on her feet. The door opened and Nanny Pine walked into the room. "Thank you for your help, Sir. Have you told her not to use that word again." She said in her strong accent. "I don't think she even remembers what that word means." The old man said, leaving the Nanny to finishing tending to the young girl that was once Karl. As the old man left the room he quickly clicked his fingers and returned back in the Mall. "Right," he said looking to the bookstore. "Next." He smiled walking towards his next victims. ******************* ************* PART 3 ************* ******************* Mike stared over to were Gene was noticed the well built man was again trying to crack the code on the lotto machine. He had been trying to crack that safe for about forty minutes now, and Mike felt like it was a give up job. "Come on Gene," He finally said, "this is a waste of time." "Oh shut up and read something if your bored." Gene snapped while he listened to the dial on the safe. Mike turned around and walked down the isle. He stopped at the fantasy section and grabbed the first book on the shelf. Jack. L. Chalker's, Vengeance of the Dancing Gods. "Wow, this looks neat." He said skipping through the pages. He finally stopped on page 152 reading the section where Joe, who was a nymph, was so attracted to the Satyr and had to be fraught back to stop her making love to the Satyr. Mike looked up from the book and smiled. "Wow," He said, "this man knows how to make a man feel really horny." Mike said feeling his penis pushing against his jeans. Suddenly he felt the long ruby wand, that he had stolen from the store, push against his side. "Ouch, man." Mike said grabbing the wand from his pocket and held it in front of him. "Hey, I wonder if this wand is magic like them at that big store in New York." He suddenly had an idea and looked from the wand to the book. "Hey, idea coming." Sounding like Bill from Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure. "I wish I could get girls as easy as that." He said. He waited, but nothing happened. He tried again. "I wish I could get girls horny like that satyr." Again nothing happened. "Oh, bloody wand doesn't work!" He snapped. Suddenly someone tapped him on the shoulder. He spun and came face to face with the old man from the Spells R' Us shop. "I'll take that, thank you." The old man said wiping the wand out of Mike's hand. "It isn't nice to play with wands that could destroy a whole township." Mike backed up slight, letting the book drop to the floor. "Look, old man." He said, frantically searching his pockets for his gun. "Your not strong, I can beat you." He finally took the gun from his pocket and pointed it shakily at the old man. "Go ahead punk," The old man said, "make my day." He raised the wand up and pointed it at the young man, the wand started to glow. "NO!" Shouted Mike and dropped to his knee begging. "Please don't kill me!" His gun left his hand and skipped across the polished floor to the old man's feet. The old man smiled and made a click sound with his mouth. "Damn," he laughed. "It was empty after all." "I'm gonna kill you!" Mike snapped and rushed forward. But before he even left the floor he found his legs were changing. He looked down quickly and noticed his jeans were fading and his legs had become thinner and hairy. He reached down to grab them. He felt hard hairs pushing out of his now thin goat shaped legs. He watched in awe as he feet transformed into hard hooves. Then pain erupted from his head. He reached up and touched two little bumps that were growing into… HORNS! "What are you doing to me?" Mike whimpered, his voice full of fear. "You wanted to attract women," The old man said. "So I'm granting you wish." He watched as the man slowly transformed into a satyr, his long penis sticking out of the underneath of his hairy groin. Mike felt his mind also start to change, his thought shifting like water being changed in a pool. All he wanted was to mate with a woman, a nymph. He wanted to mate and have fun. He didn't know where he was, but somewhere around this place was a nymph. Yes, that is what he wanted a nymph. He was a satyr and satyr's mated with nymphs. The old man laughed as the satyr got up from the floor and started to run around the store. "Nice, display old man." A voice said behind him. "Petty it will be your last." The old man spun around and first noticed it was one of the other robbers that had spoken. Then he noticed what was in his hand, pointing directly at him. The robber's gun. "Time to die." The robber said as his finger pushed against the trigger. ******* ****************** ************* PART 4 ************* ****************** As Gene pushed against the trigger of the colt 45 his aim was knocked side-wards as a creature with human half and goat looking legs plowed into him, knocking him to the floor. The colt skimmed across the floor, as the bullet went into the air missing the old man by miles. Gene wrestled with this strange creature, who's genitals were pointed directly at him. "Get off me you geek!" Gene shouted, trying to push the creature off him. "I ain't no geek," The Satyr stated, his voice sounded strangely soothing to Gene. "and I ain't no weak." Gene shook his head to fight the soothing feelings from it. He started kicking away, trying to get far away from this magical creature. "Oh god!" Gene shouted, placing his hands over his ears to prevent anymore magic. "Stop up with the crappie poetry too!" He kicked out and caught the creature between the legs. The creature's blue brown eyes widened in horror and pain. He moaned then fell backwards onto his back, giving out screams of pain. "He kicked out true," The creature screamed. "Now I'm true blue." "Good god." Gene muttered as he got to his feet and turned to reach for his gun. "Not on your life!" The old man said in front of him. "You want it, your going to have to go through me." "Oh really, old man," Gene said walking towards the old man who was standing in front of his pistol. "I'll rip you apart." The old man just smiled and nodded. "Go ahead." Gene lunged and grabbed the old man by the throat. The old man's arms came up and broke his grip. The old man pushed and threw Gene backwards, but not before Gene grabbed a knife from his picket and slashed out. "I'll cut you open like that stupid guard." He landed on his feet and lunged again. The old man stepped to the murder's left. Gene stepped passed him his knife still nicking the old man's right arm. The old man felt a flash of pain which he forced into the black of his mind. Flashing out with his right hand, he grabbed the murder by the left arm as he passed him. The old man brought his left knee up into the murder's stomach and brought his left hand into Gene's head. Gene fell down to his right as the old man's hand smashed against his left ear. He screamed in pain as he felt his ear drum pop with the pressure. He kicked out and collected the old man up with his swiping legs. The old man fell forwards and over Gene's body. Gene looked up and saw the gun. He stumbled over to the weapon and grabbed out for it. As he touched the gun something grabbed his legs and pulled him away from his grasp. He kicked out and turned to expect to see the old man, instead he saw that the satyr was pulling him over to the books. "Fun we have," The strange voice again start to soothe Gene's anger. "Shell we have a bath." Gene's foot again kicked out, this time however the creature grabbed his foot and pulled off his shoe. "Oh, little game I play," The creature smiled. "I think I tickle thy." Suddenly a feather appeared in the Satyr's hand and he started to tickle Gene's now unsocked foot. Gene laughed, he couldn't help it. It was like he was being tickler like when he was a child. He kicked out, but each time the creature just seemed to make him laugh even more. "Stop it." Gene shouted. "God damn it stop it!" "I think not," The creature grabbed Gene's other shoe and removed shoe and sock also. "You must be rather hot." The creature stopped tickling, but felt something strange happen in it place. He looked down and stare in horror as his clothes started to fade until he was naked. "WHAT!" "I need a mate," The creature's voice was eating into Gene's brain. "we have a date." The creatures voice had suddenly changed from soothing to strange erotic and alluring. Gene tied to push away but the creature just pulled him closer. "A hole I need," The creature said as he pulled Gene's legs open, "To please my need." Gene felt a rush of energy strike his penis and then the creature rammed forward. Gene screamed as something hard entered a hole where his penis was. Then he knew that he was being fucked and somewhere inside his changing body he was enjoying it. "NO!" He shouted again, but what came out was a cry of joy and a scream of more. "YES!" He stared in horror as two mounds of flesh pushed out of his bare, now hairless chest, the feeling of being fucked was turning him crazy. One second he wanted to rip at the female breasts, the next he wanted to touch them and feel how they made him feel so sexy. He again tried to kick out, but found his legs lacked the strength they once had. He looked down, past the Satyr that was fucking his new vagina. They were slim and hairless. They were women's legs. He tried to push them against the satyr, but instead they seemed to just wrap around the Satyr's body helping to push the Satyr's penis further into his transforming body. His hands involuntarily raised up and started to fondle his breasts. The ecstasy that was running through his changing body ripped into his mind like knifes of passion and joy. He screamed, but not a scream of pain; it was a scream of joy. He couldn't help it, he wanted this creature, he wanted to be its mate. She wanted to be the Satyr's mate. From just behind the isles of books the old man glared at the two making love on the polished floor. He scowled, his hands clasped in fist at his side. His anger built up as he watched the scene and he thought about his murdered guard friend. In his right hand he held the wand of destruction and in mindless anger he Raised it and aimed at the two transformed robbers. He started a spell which he knew would finish them two off forever. It had been Gene, the person who was now changing into a Chalker nymph that had killed the guard. He didn't deserve to live. The wand shacked as the power built, yet he still didn't fire. He could release the power he had build up. Someone was trying to stop him. He fought but he had to much power being used to energize the wand. "Let me fire, damn it!" The old man shouted. Behind him a hand touched his shoulder. "You have beaten him." A woman's voice said. "You need not destroy him also." "That guard was my friend." The old man snapped the wand starting to burn with power. "Tell my friend that his life is worth only a nymph spell." A blond woman, aged one hundred and three but looking twenty stepped into the old man's vision. "You can't blame yourself for everyone who dies who is your friend old man." She said. She reached out and took hold of the wand. Her face showed pain as she tried to hide the fact that even with her powers the tremendous power of this wand was hurting her. "Release the wand, my friend." The old man just stared at the now green nymph making love to the satyr. The gypsy woman frowned. "Does the geek deserve to die also?" "He help." The old man's words were like venom. Poisonous to his soul, and the gypsy had seen this to many times. This pain, this poison had eaten many wizards up in her time. She had been lucky to see this happening in her dream, even more lucky to get her before the wizard had reached the evil magic of this wand. Finally she knew what would stop this. "Jennifer wasn't your fault!" The old man flashed a glare at the gypsy woman. "How dare you bring her name into this!" He trashed out and his lack of concentration released the power of the wand into the air. A bolt of blazing fire released from the wand like a bolt of lightening from the sky. There was a roar of thunder that sounded like an explosion. It flew straight upwards guided by nothing and finally rammed into the roof of the building with a mighty explosion. Pieces of roof collapsed down around the old man and the gypsy. The gypsy spun around and noticed a larger piece falling down towards the two mythical creature that were still making love. She quickly threw her spell at them. The two started to disappear and fade just as the concrete piece of roofing crashed into in to the space they once occupied. She breathed in relief, hoping that they wouldn't mind the new woodlands where they would find more of their kinds. She heard crying from beside her and looking down to saw the old man weeping into his hands. The gypsy woman placed her hands on the wizard's shoulder and brought him into her arms. "I'm sorry." She whispered, as she felt stink to have to bring up the death of the old man's wife. She had been there to see her death. The way her death had come about was due to a robber with a gun. New York held bad memories for the old man, that had been one of the major reasons for him to move from New York to this small town to set up a new store. The old man looked up at her and nodded. "I understand your reasons." He said, his eyes red from crying. "I would have done it. I would have killed them." The gypsy woman nodded. "I know." She said. "I saw it happening." Suddenly the fire sprinklers came on and the gypsy woman looked up to see fire spreading around the roof of the bookstore. She looked down to the old man, and he nodded. "I will deal with the others." "Don't…" The woman started to say. "My way." The old man grinned. "Not death's way." The gypsy nodded and kissed the old man on the cheek. "Look after yourself." She whispered in his ear and then disappeared. The old man looked out of the glass of the store, the sound of a gun shot came out and the old man knew the their was now only one person to deal with. "Damn you!" Chris snapped at the Steven who lay on the floor, dead. "how dear you tell me what to do!" He glanced round him, the water from the sprinkler system drenching his body. "OK Where are you all!" He shouted out. He had heard the explosion and figured at first it had been one of his group setting an explosion on a safe, but the sprinklers either meant the blow had gone wrong, or it had been something different. Suddenly an old man stepped from the bookstore that Chris had sent Gene to. "They are not coming." He said his eyes glaring at Chris. "Who the fuck are you!" Chris said, raising his gun to the old man's chest. "Your worst nightmare." Was all the old man repeated. "DIE!" Chris shouted as he released bullet after bullet from his pistol. The old man just stood their as the bullets seemed to pass through him. Chris stopped firing and stared in horror at the old man. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU!" Shouted Chris. The old man stepped closer to him and smiled. "You can't kill a ghost." He finally said. Chris panicked and threw his empty gun at the ghost of the old man. He screamed and rushed from the upper section of the mall and ran down the escalator. As he ran his feet caught on something and he fell forward. He fell down until he splashed into water. At first he wondered how the hell he ended up inside water, then he realized he had to breath. He swam upwards until his head broke the water. Suddenly a hand grabbed his hair and pulled him up out of the water. "Well, seems I'm going to have to deal with you one way or another." Said a male voice. He turned to see the old man holding him like a rag doll. "You have a choice." The old man continued as Chris looked around this new place he was at. He noticed he was in some type of mansion pool area. Nowhere did he see the mall. "Your choices are, Animal or Woman." The old man said. Chris glared at the old man. "What the fuck are you!" He shouted. "An upset citizen of United States of America" The old man responded. "Now choice you I'll just kill you, because right now that is all I want to do." Gene spat in the old man's face. "Stuff you." He replied. He wasn't scared of no old man. He trashed out with his hands but seemed to just pass right through the old man's body. "Shit you are a ghost." He cried in fear. The old man smiled. "I had not thought of that choice, good idea." He said with a grin. "WHAT!" Chris went to shout but already his lips with frozen in place, as was the rest of his body. His arm's dropped to his side and no matter how much he tried to move his body wouldn't respond. He was dropped to the concert poolside, as his body slowly started to transform. First his feet fused together and then his body started to expand outwards. His arms and hands grew inwards, flattening into small fish tails. His head painfully expanded and reshaped. He felt every bone and muscle in his body shift. His body started to shrink and his eyes seemed to bulge out of his reformed head. He wanted to scream, but still his voice was froze in place. Then a flash of pain ripped through his whole body and his mind froze on one thought. 'fuck' The old man picked up the stuffed prize New Zealand Trout from the ground and placed it under his arm. He walked over to the mansion and stopped at the back door. Knocking on the door he waited for the owner of the house to open it up. The door opened and President Clinton stared in surprise. "Old man?" He said, "What the hell are you doing here, it's two in the morning." "just though you may like this catch." He said handing the Present the stuffed fish. Clinton glanced at the prize fish and then up to the old man. "Ok, should I ask?" The old man shook his head. "Just sell it at the next crime prevention fund raiser." He said and disappeared, leaving the president of United States of America wondering what the hell that meant. "What 'Crime prevention fund raiser'?" But he had to admit, it was a good idea. Maybe, that would help bring down the crime in America. ****************** ************* AN ENDING ************ ****************** From his shop the old man stared at a photo which he had kept hidden away for years. From his eyes came tears; Not just tears of pain, but tears of remembering the joy he had once had with the woman in the photo. He looked down at his companion, his pet, his friend and give the dog a weak smile. "You never met her," He said, showing the picture to the dog, "and you missed a wonderful woman." The dog nodded his head and barked, attempting to show he understand his friend's pain. Peace had come back to the mall, and even as they spoke the firemen had brought the fire in the bookstore under control. The police had removed the dead robbers body and were at present in search of the person who had shot the guard and the dead robber. They had not come to the old man's store, thinking that everyone was out of the building. They wouldn't find the store anyway because the old man had placed his spell over the store again to hide it from view. There were something's that would never be the same. He for one would never sleep in the back of the store again, this was so he could make sure any robbers wouldn't get far if they attempted to rob the store again. Yet something else was now different, his master. He seemed tired, sad. He had never seen his master like this before, as if he had had enough. He tried to nudge his leg, but the old man ignored him and just stared at the picture. Finally the old man stood and silently walked into the back room where he placed the photo to the table and sat on the old wooden chair. He lowered his head into his hands and cried. Openly and painfully. The dog watched his own pain at seeing his friend cry hurt like a emptiness in his stomach. He hoped his friend and master would recover, but, only time could tell. THE END for now