This was a Rescue Rangers story I was writing but lost interest in about a few months back. It's about a little boy named "Slink" who is a little lizard boy who practices parkour and is looking for his missing father, so he goes to the rangers for Help. I was all diggity dope about writing this but now I'm sorta eh, towards the entire thing. I liked this opening chapter though, so I guess I'll post it here :D
The title depicts Slink's journey to finding his father. He's always standing on the edge of heaven (or so he thinks) imagining paradise will only be one step away to when he finally is reunited. But...well...we'll see.

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Standing on Heaven's Edge: The First Step (Part 1)

Slink had never before wandered this far away from home. Past the big city and past the sprawling jungle of threatening buildings and past the endless forever of concrete. Past the quaint perfection of suburbia with it's manicured lawns and picture perfect homes. Past the birds and the humans, the mice and the rats and everything that lay in between. Right up to the looming oak tree that precariously spilled glittering sunlight down from it's heavenly, towering heights; dancing shadows across the grass with every lazy sway of it's titanic branches.

It was the agonizing beat of his heart that set him to the task; the thunderous ache of curiosity that drove him onwards and lead him to ask for directions. That took him far from home and out of the reaches of his loved ones and friends, familiarity and security. This place that wrapped a tight cord of trepidation around his soul and held with a feverish fury that wouldn’t let go; a looming tree so massive, mighty and impossible it stood alone in the middle of the park, forbidding anything else from growing within it’s presence. It was especially harrowing to a small boy; a little green lizard that had used up the reserves of courage and bravery just getting past the obstacles in the city, and now, his biggest challenge yet: Rescue Ranger’s headquarters.


The Rescue Rangers had a reputation. They helped solve mysteries; crimes to minuscule for humans to even notice. They were animal sleuths of the highest caliber, that handled jobs and problems no other could help with, so staring into the depths of his own fear, Slink couldn’t fathom why such remarkable creatures would even consider taking on his case…his quest…his odyssey. What if they laughed at him? Told him to go home and not bother them with silly, trivial problems? What if they scoffed and jeered and tossed him out without a prayer? Still he’d come this far, and slowly but surely, it dawned on the young boy, that the rangers were his only hope.


He stood, peering into the air with shimmering blue eyes that seemed to compliment his lime green scales. His soft, smooth body glittered in the sunshine- the parts of it exposed, at least. His upper half was clad in a burgundy hoodie that looked as if someone had tore the sleeves off, leaving just the heavy lining and the hood itself intact. Protection from falls and scrapes for his torso, but leaving his arms open and free- cool to the air and winds that rushed by when he was flying. His brow lay home to a pair of shiny, pristine goggles that dotted his forehead just over his eyes- to keep the wind out of his face. His fingers were dipped in the inky cloth of black, fingerless gloves- to keep his palms safe and his fingers free to cling and grasp to any surface he needed. Lastly, his bottom half lay without any sort of clothing at all, to which his tail made note to keep it that way. Wide and a slightly off green than the rest of his body, it was near as long as he was tall.

Slink took a breath, drawing the fresh, spring kissed air into his lungs and squeezed his eyes shut. His legs had taken him this far- they could survive the short climb to the front door.

The big goofy smile was the most welcoming thing Slink had seen since he’d started his perilous trek to find the rangers in the first place. The Hawaiian shirt, sprinkled with bright yellow flowers, and the soft pair of gentle chestnut eyes that seemed to be begging for friendship threw the boy’s nerve wracked inhibitions aside. The inviting brown fur, uncombed hair, and gentle slope of his shoulders made Slink feel comfortable, and the heavy, rippling voice, that belted a spirited “Hello!” made him smile almost immediately. Things were going to be ok.

The door opened almost as soon as Slink had gathered the courage to knock, swinging ajar after the first rapt of his knuckles against the wood, leading to the first few awkward moments of silence, which was ripped to shreds by Dale’s bright, and cheerful greeting. Slink stood frozen in time, momentarily gazing into the headquarters of the world’s most famous animal detectives. He had envisioned computers and graphs, desks littering the area with mug shots and photos wall papering the room. Monitors and computers and intricate crime reports with detailed maps of the city crowding the air left and right, but instead…instead it felt like a home. It didn’t feel like a high tech station, or a crime fighting hub, or some super sophisticated lair built and filled with gadgets like the heroes in his comic books- it felt like a simple, ordinary home, something Slink had not seen in nearly a month, and missed quite dearly.


Dale stared at the young lizard boy that stood on the front steps, staring into space just like the crimson nosed chipmunk had a tendency to do on a daily basis. He chuckled, quietly, and opened the door nice and wide after the first knock, gesturing for the youth to come in with an easy going wave of his empty paw. The boy looked as if he’d seen a ghost or perhaps had the wrong address, stepping in with a skittish trot, only to stop at the large welcome mat that littered the floor right in front of the steps leading down from the door.

He stared at Dale for a long few seconds, before he bit at his lower lip, almost spilling the words from his lips, as if he’d been holding them back for years.

“A…Are you…is this…I’m looking for the Rescue Rangers.” The boy whimpered, his eyes suddenly damp with tears. Slowly, Dale nodded his head, eager to calm and comfort the youth, whom reached up to roll his palms across his eyes, trying to hide the fact his trek was finally over.

“…I…I need your help.” Was all the boy needed to say, and Dale already knew, they had taken the case.