Heaven's Choice

[jebikun]

I like Jazz and your story-hope you enjoy writing this so you will post more! ^_^

[KrazyRandomness]

Thank you everyone for replying, here is chapter six.
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Chapter Six

The page was worn, making it yellow in color. The writing on the page wasn't typed, but more in pen. The black lines swirled perfect loops and shapes to make words on the once blank page.
Jazz looked up at Monoke and he motioned for her to go on. Jazz took a deep breath and her violet eyes fell onto the page...
"September 5, 1940
I had finally done it. I had created five more Toons. People said I should have just given up after poor Jasmine died, but if anyone said that, they did't know Robert McKladcore!
Anyway, the passing of my ferret Toon has left a hole in my elderly heart, buy maybe the five other Toons I made could help me.
I was terrible, before I could scan my Toons, this wacko judge comes and says I'm underarrest for making Toons of pure evil. That crazed psycho! I wanted to rip his arms out when he touched MY Toons. The toons I spent day and night on! To create into Toons that would be remembered.
I write this in jail, hoping maybe that someone will see I was framed. I was watching television when I noticed my Toons on...but with that judge!
So that was it, he must have framed me so he could get my Toons. I could feel my heart crumble. I wanted to kill the guy. Doing this to my Toons.
It was then, when I realized how much I missed my little Jasmine. She hated it when I called her that, but what could I do? She was my only daughter. Even if she was a Toon. It hurt worse, this pain, when I realized this Doom judge took my sons.
Yes, they were Toons. But MY Toons. I doesn't matter I never met my sons, they are still MINE!
Either way, it doesn't matter. Soon, I will find out if they let humans see Toons in heaven...soon.
-Rob McKladcore"
Jazz reread it over and over. She felt sad for Rob and anger for Doom. She wanted to fly over into Hell and kill him again for what he did to her and the weasel's creater!
That made Jazz stop and blink. Creater. Her and the weasels had the same creater...
"He died a year ago."
"Huh?" Jazz asked, looking up at Monoke.
"He died a year ago. He tried to kill himself, but it failed and they put him in the loony ben. After finally being sick of it all, he quit eating and drinking, causing his death."
Jazz looked down at the floor. "It's my fault," she said, "I should have came to see him or...something."
Monoke smiled warmly at her and placed a paw on her shoulder. His claws didn't dig into her flesh like most people would think, Monoke seem to be the most gentle with anything he touched, and for that, Jazz respected him.
"It's not your fault. When Doom deleted your file, it messed up your memory. There was no way you would remember Mr. McKladcore." he said.
"Doom? Why did he delete my file? I didn't know him." she asked.
"True, but he needed...recruits and knew McKladcore would make more sooner or later. I...I guess McKladcore made the Toons for him."
Jazz looked to the floor. The red carpet seem to be become blurry as tears slowly fell from the young ferrets face. She lost her father. Her one and only father.
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There's chapter six. The reason Rob's writing wasn't in italics wasbecause I have no clue how to do that. Hope you guys liked it.

[kishi]

Awww...

Poor Jazz. But hey, doesn't that make the others her brothers?

[KrazyRandomness]

Yup! I know that no one is realated, but I just thought that a Toon and their creater share SOME kind of bond. The young ones seeing them more as parents then adults. Sorry if any of you don't like this idea, I just thought it would help with Jazz character and move the story along.

[Fatal hilarity]

One of my own original characters sees his creator as his father, too, so I think it works just fine.

[KrazyRandomness]

Thank you everyone who replied. Here is chapter seven.
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Chapter Seven

After a long and tiring flight, Jazz flew onto the rim of her window. She sighed and her wings vanished in millions of sparkling lights that oddly looked like pixie dust. She went into her room and looked at it, for the first time.
The walls were a dark blue, most likely navy while the carpet was cool gray. A fan hung above. The wooden fans spun while the cylinder shape light was on. Her bed was small, but big enough for her with purple plaid sheets in cover with a blue blanket. Nothing else was in the room, but a shelf full of books.
Jazz sighed and fell onto her bed, ready for sleep...
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Jazz woke to someone shaking her. She opened her eyes and looked up into Greasy's amber eyes. He cleared his throat and said, "Time to get up."
Jazz groaned, "Can't I sleep for five more minutes."
"Sure, if you want Smart Guy to wake you up."
Jazz frowned and sighed, crawling out of the comfy bed. Greasy chuckled and got out of the room, Jazz following. She looked up at the green zoot suit weasel and asked, "What we doing today?"
"We're going to find Doom."
Doom. The sound of his name made Jazz shudder. Greasy didn't notice. Jazz glanced at him before she asked, "Why? Didn't he kill you?"
"No, Eddie Valient did."
"Yeah, but he was saving his friends."
Greasy shrugged. Jazz sighed.
"You know," Greasy said after a minute, "Smart Guy shouldn't be as moody as he was today."
"Why?"
"He got some sleep. Sleep helps him think."
Jazz thought for a minute. "How...long have you known Smart Guy?"
"We've all known each other all our lives."
"Who created you?"
Greasy shrugged, as if he didn't care. To this, Jazz thought she might as well just stare at the the floor. She did.
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End of chapter seven. I know it didn't have much detail and was kinda fast, but the next one will be better.

[KrazyRandomness]

Chapter eight is ready.
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Chapter Eight

Jazz sat down in a chair and looked around the kitchen. The white paint was dusty brown now while the floor was yellow color. At the stove, Wheezy smoked a cigarette while cooking while Greasy sat at the table next to Stupid.
Stupid looked up at Jazz, his chestnut brown bright, and asked, "Duh, want to play tic-tack-toe?"
Jazz cocked her head to the side, but nodded. Stupid gave her the paper he had been writing on and an old wooden pencil. Jazz's eyes looked at the paper before she drew a circle in the middle box. Handing it back to Stupid, she looked at Wheezy.
The weasel blew smoke away from the food before he continued cooking. The gray smoke swirled around in the air before it vanished.
Jazz heard the sound of paper moving and looked down to see Stupid made an X on the box above Jazz's circle on the right side. She quickly made a circle on the left below the middle and looked at Greasy.
His eyes were closed while he picked his sharp teeth with his switchblade. The switchblade had a green color to it and gleamed as the sun hit it.
Once again, Stupid passed the paper. An X was next to first X. She put a circle next to his new X and passed it back.
After minutes of playing tic-tack-toe with Stupid, Psycho walked in, his fur the usual mess, and glanced at Jazz before he giggled insanely and asked, "Playing tic-tack-toe with Stupid?"
"Yeah, so?" she asked, not looking down when Stupid handed the paper back.
"You're going to be playing for a long time." he giggled, sitting next to her.
"Why," she asked and looked down, "oh..."
Stupid had added another row of boxes. Jazz looked up at the big weasel and asked, "Why did you put another row?"
"Uh, ain't that what you s'pose to do?" he asked.
"No. First one to get three in a row wins."
"Um, no one told me that."
Jazz glared at Greasy, who looked away, Psycho, who giggled, and Wheezy, who was too busy cooking, before she turned back to Stupid and said, "Well, that's how it goes."
"Duh, you win then."
Jazz looked down at the paper before she said, "Yup."
Stupid then started humming to himself, leaving Jazz to stare out a cracked window. She pricked her ears and looked at Smart Guy, who walked in the kitchen.
"Change of plans, mugs. Forget 'bout Doom, we're gonna go buy the Dodge back." he said.
"Why?" Jazz asked.
"Because, Angel, we need it." he said.
Jazz nodded and put her head on the table, figuring a Smart Guy that gives her a nickname is better than a moody Smart Guy.
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Well, I'm done. This chapter was made because I thought I was kinda ignoring the other characters. Next is going to be in heaven.

[Giggles]

wow ur good with stuff like that. im glad that u do stuff like this so that i can read it

[KrazyRandomness]

Thanks, Skully!!!!!!!

[Greasy]

I like your story!
Sorry for not complimenting before but I was away for a few days.

[KrazyRandomness]

That's okay, homme. ;D

[KrazyRandomness]

Okay *takes deep breath* here is chapter nine. Since cooper said I could use Olly, guess what? Olly is in this chapter. Yay!
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Chapter Nine

As Jazz waited outside with Psycho and Wheezy, she stared around. The buildings of Hollywood were, in her opinion, rather old. The people seemed to avoid her and the Toon Patrol, but who would blame them?
When Jazz looked across the street, she cocked her head to the side when she noticed a female weasel staring at them. The female's green eyes quickly looked back at the poster next to her, as if not to be caught. Hair the color of burnt wood flowed from under a black zoot suit hat while her right foot covered with a black shoe tapped.
Jazz shrugged and looked over at Smart Guy, Greasy, and Stupid when they came out. She blinked as Greasy muttered, "Oh no."
Jazz looked and almost jumped when she noticed the female weasel was right beside her. The female raised one brow at Greasy, but looked at Wheezy and growled, "What teh heck?! Me an' Stella t'ought you guys was dead, but here ya are! Do ya have any idea how upset Stella's been?"
"Olly, look-" Wheezy coughed out in his usual raspy voice.
"Who are you and who is Stella?" Jazz asked, sticking up for her might be brother.
Olly, Jazz guessed, looked down at Jazz and raised one brow. She seem to calm down and ask, "Kid, w'at are ya doin' wit' a bunch of weasels like these?"
"Well, she's-" Greasy began.
Olly glared. "I asked her."
Jazz glanced at Geasy before she said, "I'm their guardian angel."
"They need one." she muttered.
She looked at Jazz for a long moment before she took out her hand and said, "Name's Olly, kid."
"Jazz." Jazz said, shaking her hand.
"Enough chit chat. Olly, now that yer here, ya might as well come back to work for us. I mean, you do still own us some protection money." Smart Guy said, glancing at Jazz before he stepped between them.
"W'at?!" she said.
"Now don't be that way, ya know you need a job and since we were gone, the cops will be after ya again."
Olly seem to think about this. She glared long and hard at Greasy before she sighed and said, "Only if Stella comes."
"Deal."
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End of chapter nine. Hope you all liked it an I hope I got Olly's character down.

[cooper]

I finally got to read the whole thing! YAY!!! Sorry, but I rarely get time on the comp. There's Olly! HURRAH!!! I need to add Jazz into my story as payback . And yes, you have Olly down perfectly! Lawl at Greasy and Wheezy XD

Wonderful job, can't wait to read more!

[KrazyRandomness]

Thanks, cooper. Thank goodness I got Olly down. Now for Stella. Chapter Ten, everyone. Btw-love to have Jazz in your fic.
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Chapter Ten

As Jazz sat between Wheezy and her new friend Olly, she could tell Wheezy a little...awkard at picking this Stella person up.
"So...how did you guys get the Dodge back if we're running from the cops." Jazz asked, looking at Wheezy.
"Smart Guy threatened him." Wheezy said simply.
Jazz rolled her eyes while Olly muttered, "Figures..."
As silence followed, Jazz could sense tension. Wheezy finally sighed and said, "You know, Olly, we just got back. Maybe you should talk to Grease."
"I ain't talkin'' to 'I'm." Olly said, looking out the window.
"Why? Because we died?"
Olly stayed quiet and Wheezy just stared at the road. Jazz deiced it was best not to ask why it meant so much. She stared at the road and cocked her head to the side as Wheezy stopped it in the park. On a bench, smoking a cigar, was a female weasel. Her eyes were closed while her blue hair covered them with strawberry blond tips.
"Tat, kid, is meh step-cousin Stella Ridgeby." Olly said, stepping out.
Jazz followed and looked back to see Wheezy wasn't coming. In fact, he seemed a little...sad.
Before Jazz could really guess what was wrong, she heard Olly say, "Hey, Stella."
"Perch cio prendere finora, Olly?" the female asked in Italian.
"I ran inta some...friends."
Jazz looked at Olly and could see that Olly never wanted to hurt Stella. It was as if Olly didn't want to tell Stella something...what was unknown to Jazz.
Jazz heard coughing and looked behind her to see Wheezy had finally got out of the Dodge. He stared at Stella before h finally walked over and sat next to her. He didn't say anything to her, just stared at her.
It was such an odd moment for Jazz. She had never seen Wheezy act this way. Olly, at the moment, only looked at the grass. After a while, Stella opened her eyes and Jazz saw...she was blind.
Instead of the normal black pupil, Stella's was a calm azure. Her iris' seem to become lighter the farther away the color was from the pupil, given her an almost wise appearance.
"Chi?" Stella asked.
"Hey, Stella." Wheezy rasped out.
Stella stayed silent, her mouth agape. Olly looked at her cousin and bit her lip, not sure what to do at the moment while Jazz stood there, clueless.
"Wheezy? Wheezy Foray?" Stella asked.
"One and only..."
"You...son of a-"
"Uh, Stella, t'ere is a kid 'ere." Olly said quickly, covering Jazz's ears while Jazz stood there, still puzzled.
Stella was mad, but asked Olly, "Chi?"
"Introduce yerself, kid." Olly whispered.
Jazz nodded and stepped up, figuring if it would help calm Stella down, she do it.
"I'm Jazz." she said.
Stella cocked her head to the side and asked, "Why ya hangin' wit' a bunch of idiots like teh Toon Patrol?"
Jazz glanced at Wheezy and saw that Stella comment hurt him a little. Jazz sighed and said, "Stella, I now you're really mad at Wheezy, but he was dead. You can't control that. I'm the Toon Patrol's guardian angel. My boss gave them a second chance."
Olly raised a brow at this while Stella seem to think about it. Finally, she sighed and asked, "Can ya help me to teh car?"
"Who?" Jazz asked.
"...Wheezy. I want to talk to 'em..."
Olly quickly said, "Yes," and lead Jazz away. Once back inside the Dodge, Jazz turned to Olly and asked, "What was that about?"
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End of chapter ten. Hope I did Stella right. If my Italian was wrong, I'm sorry. I only have a dictionary and it's kinda hard.

[cooper]

Nah, you got the italian down perfect. And you got Stella and Olly perfectly again!

Man, your a wonderful story writer, I can't wait for more!