So yah, this was spawned from the MSN group The Gentlemen...and here is the short prolouge to start things off. Chapter 1 shall be posted soon, and this story is a GROUP effort, so it also revoles around that. EDIT:This story is now under the mangement of What? Prolouge: 15 years Earlier Five shadows loomed over a long table, around a screen that displayed 9 faces, names under them each picture, and a detailed report on each person. One shadow, a girl from her figure stood at the end of the table and pointed at one of the faces "John is the leader of the GENTLEMEN, we must take him out first!" she slammed her fist into the table, clearly angry. Her eyes were covered from her bangs, and she pointed out a shadow across the room "Ein! You shall follow John and kill him." The shadow moved up, to reveal a man, and stated mused "Why are you calling us in German Numbers?" the man shook his head while she called out another two shadows on the adajcent to her. "Zwei and Drei! You shall watch the other GENTLEMEN on KHV, which were they are currently residing in." the two moved foreword and laughed "Getting a little power hungry, are we?" one shadow said as the other snickered, she looked onto the other two shadows and they moved forward. "We know, we have to keep watch on the HEL SUITS." one said dully, and the other shadow looked at the door while a lady came in and whispered in his ear, his expression changed from bored to anger in a second, and took out his gun from under his cloak "YOU DIDNT MAKE MY SAMMICH!??!?!" he pulled the trigger twice as the bullets hit the girl and a soft thud hit the ground. and the woman at the end said "Clean it up when you leave..." Staff: Orignal Concept by: Rayku Plot summary/Writer: What? Sketches/Ideas-Fayt Editor: Rissy Enjoy
Ah, so you proceeded with it. Not bad, Rayku. I do hope this will be successful. But you may need to fix up some grammar and spelling here and there. Also, make use of periods.
I didn't think you were actually gonna post it... it's an epic concept though, as I've said. I'd like to see how far you can run with this. Good job so far.
Summer Vacation- 15 years later The day was a lazy, relaxing wind passing through the country of KHV, everyone seemed so happy that summer vacation was soon to arrive, most of them were students. The streets were full laughs and a great vibes all around. One boy, named Arro was walking down the busy street in his stuffy school uniform for the last time this year. He drowned out the noise of the laughter and joy with his music player blasting in his ears. His raven black hair was covering most of his face, including his eyes. Every so often to puff his hair away with his breath to look were he was going. He noticed the same uniforms of his fellow students and followed them into the building. He looked the room numbers until he got to room 305 and walked into Mr. D's Homeroom class. Arro walked pass Mr. D and he stopped him. "Ah, Arro...Are you happy or sad its your last day?" Mr.D asked Arro before he sat down in the front row. Arro took off his headphones and said with a dull tone. "It's kinda both, I am kind of happy but I am kind of sad at the same time...." he put down his bag and waited for the other students to file into the classroom. They day was oddly warm and graceful, which was rare these days since the NAGTI took over most of the new world. They were a a group that let violence and weapons talk instead of talking. They had started as a Virginia-based political party 15 years ago and slowly took over all of the other countries with violence, expect KHV, which stood for it's freedom. Or so Arro thought. Arro's bubble of thought bursted when Mr. D spoke to the class "Now, you know as of today you know where going out for our annual end of the year picnic..so get-" Mr. D was overtaken by a siren that sounded like the bomb warning siren they always drilled for. A voice of a lady came over the loudspeaker. "THIS IS NOT A DRILL, I REPEAT, THIS IS NOT A DRILL!" The kids stood silent as the looked at Mr.D for instruction. "Alright guys, now we have to report to the nearest bomb shelter as quickly as possible." He pointed towards the door, and the kids grabbed their bags and ran out the room, expect Arro. "Come on Arro, we must escape quickly!" he grasped Arro's arm and pulled him, but Arro just stood there like a rock, staring out the window. Mr. D looked at what Arro was so fixated on and gasped, it was a a giant wave of flames coming towards the school, a great tidal wave of death which was destroying everything in it's path. "ARRO! COME ON!" Mr. D screamed into Arro's ear, but he still stood there, too scared to move. The wave of destruction was moving at a fast pace, almost to the school. Mr. D grabbed Arro and hung him over his shoulder. He ran out the classroom until there was a loud BOOM and crash as the school began to fall apart around them. Mr. D ducked under a nearby desk in the hallway with Arro and braced the impact for the both of them. Suddenly, everything blacked out around Arro and Mr. D, now stuck under the rubble. -After the Destruction- Arro saw a flicker of light behind his eye lids and a voice saying something. He tried to make out what happened just a few minutes ago. The light turned stronger and the voice was closer to him. "Wake up! You have to live!" a male voice encouraged him, and he was shaken very hard. He opened his eyes and saw Mr. D. He looked around and saw all the rubble around him, the roof was still there, but parts of it were falling and gone. Mr. D helped him up and he looked around again. The damage was much more horrible than he thought. He could see some of the classrooms were gone, and the walls were broken with a few bullet holes here and there. Arro even swore he saw a human hand from under the rubble. "Mr...D...w-w-what's go-ing...on..." he shivered at the sight of all this destruction, and wondered what it looked like outside the school. Mr. D motioned him to walk and he followed him to the exit, but Mr. D stopped him and pushed him into a classroom. Arro was about to speak but Mr. D put his hand over his mouth and told him to be quiet. He pointed at the exit behind from where they were and he looked with agony. There were men, in dark, metallic suits with guns and face masks, blocking the door and making commands, and one of them spoke. "If any kids are alive, kill them." Those words stabbed through Arro's body like ice picks. Mr. D touched him and said "Everything is going to be okay..." he re-assured him. "We have go through the exit behind us, and then we have to leave the country of KHV..." Mr. D told him in a whisper, and Arro gasped and sputtered in whisper. "Why? What about my parents!" Arro was so confused, why was this happening to him, he thought. "Your Parents are dead, Arro...almost everyone is dead. We will leave in two days. Forever." Mr. D told him plainly, and Arro stood stone cold. Mr. D grabbed his arm, quickly and secretly inserting a few small pieces of folded paper in his left pocket, and pulled him towards another exit, but suddenly a Armed Soldier stopped them and pointed the gun at Arro and Mr. D yelled "RUN ARRO! RUN AND DONT LOOK BACK!" He got in front of the armed guard and Arro ran as fast as he could out the door. He wanted to look back, but he was too scared to. He heard shots rang out and the tears started to pour out of his eyes, The wind wiping them away. He jumped over some of the rocks and random objects that were scattered about. Arro had finally stopped and looked around. The tall buildings were now not apart of the skyline, only the fire was visible. And scattered screams that shook Arro to his core. He collapsed towards the ground in tears repeating "Im going to die, im going to die, im going to die..!" he shook himself in the tears, and he heard the footsteps behind him and the cocking of the gun. "That's it...Im going to die." Arro whispered and closed his eyes, dying now was better then the hell he was in. Such a nice day for destruction. Edited by What and Proofread by Rissy
B| Didn't even consider my editting. Oh well, still need some apostrophies, ans loose some commas. Thats all. <3 Good job, hons. :'D
I was being impainet, Im sorry D: Next time it shall be you, <3 Oh yeah, the above poster...that is considered spam.
I'll attempt to continue writing Chapter I today. NEXT UPDATE: Hopefully anywhere from today to Friday, March 20, 2009.
Why thank you, Rissy. You also have a very interesting avatar, though I'm not exactly sure where it is from, gah. Have you posted your chapter in your story yet? Also, CHAPTER 2 IS HERE. CHAPTER THE SECOND – Betrayal Japan. It was a beautiful place. Its rich history literally draped across the walls of buildings along the entire city. Once a separate nation on its own, the amazing land had been the last to be annexed by the dark and depressing organization NAGTI. Through this conquest, however, the demonic men and women of the Grande Consul absolutely crushed and decimated Japan’s formerly eco-friendly technology, replacing it with dark and gritty industrial factories, plants, and the Amaterasu Electric Generators, giant solar fans that were found across the mountains of the small island. These fans, ironically producing most of Japan’s pollution, provided electricity to not only Japan, but all of mainland China also. Though the smog and pollution produced in this pseudo-dystopia provided an eternal black cloud to cover the entire island, the giant city itself was an amazing place. The permanent night scene made flashing neon lights a very common sight throughout the cyberpunk city, and commercial technology itself was very advanced. Robotic droids were everywhere, repairing, cleaning, or even selling a Big Mac to a teenager down the street. Large “scrolls” of paper were literally draped along buildings, forming curtains with pictures of NAGTI conquest to remind the Japanese peoples of their submission to the will of the Grande Consul. Giant palm trees and elegant flowers of almost every hue, were found near the sidewalks of streets. Wide, fourteen-lane highways crisscrossed the entire island. Nothing was overcrowded. The streets were clean. Though strangely unlikely and unbelievable, the people of this “Nagtized” land were happy with the current state of life here. The odd thing about this land was that it was ruled by a “puppet dictator”, a Governor of NAGTI, ruled and controlled directly from the Grande Consul themselves. This single man, not helped by anyone but the people of the Consul themselves, was the true person to transform the land into a technological powerhouse. His name was Lord Fayt Harkwind, Governor of Japan. A harsh yelling was coming from under the desk. “BRING ME SOME TEA, GODDAMMIT!” A gaunt, scrawny man quickly yet loudly rushed in, carrying an enormous stack of papers in his hand. His old black suit was already stained and wet from numerous other tea spills. ”Right away, sir!” He quickly replied, as he attempted to place his papers on the desk before rushing out of the room. “And make sure you actually put sugar in it, not that disgusting filth you call a sweetener!” “Will do!” The man himself, Fayt Harkwind, peeked out from underneath the ebony desk. His eyes were wide and bloodshot, the dull grey irises sunken in. His taupe hair was messy and unkempt, and his entire body was trembling. A polished white porcelain tea glass fell to the floor, smashing into thousands of miniature pieces, as Fayt attempted to get himself up onto his large leather chair. The darkened sky cast gloomy shadows across the room through his large, single window. Finally managing to get back into his soft chair, Fayt looked at his bony hands. They were covered with a large number of burns, bruises, and lacerations. Sighing, with a hint of a slight stutter, he opened one of the drawers of his desk and retrieved bright, white gloves. These reflective gloves were able to hide his unjustified wounds. The wounds of his addiction. Knock knock knock. Someone was at the door. Fayt immediately looked up, his eyes widening even more. “Who is it?” He called. “Your tea is here, sir.” Called back the other person. He had a slight gruff, metallic voice. Once more, Fayt’s eyes widened, but this time in glee. Not realizing his assistant’s apparent change in voice, Fayt immediately called out “Come in, come in!” his short line of a mouth instantly morphing into a broad smile. However, instead of simply opening the door, a large Boom was heard, and the small slab of metal fell down to the ground with a loud thud, a deep dent in the middle of it. And it was not his assistant who was at the door, but a NERO Guard. Three NERO Guards. Their menacing seven foot figures stood silently staring at the scrawny Governor, abnormally large submachine guns hidden behind their backs. Fayt let out a small gasp as he saw the limp, bleeding body of the assistant behind the guards. “No.” he whispered silently. One of the guards spoke up, his groveling metallic voice like a thousand needles piercing Fayt’s conscious. “Lord Governor sire, you are under arrest by the Grande Consul of Nagtia for the sixth level of treason.” Fayt gaped. “Sixth level of treason? Are you robotic *******s out of your minds?” The lead guard held its submachine gun up, the red visor of its encasing black helmet glinting in the light. “We are under direct orders, sire. Come with us.” Fayt narrowed his eyes. However could I be accused for the sixth level of treason? I have never given out military secrets to these blasphemous people. Unless… No. Please, no. Goddammit, Dalk. Fayt looked up. All three guards had their guns drawn, ready to fire at any time. These things weren’t human. They were cold, lifeless machines. They did not breathe or feel remorse. They simply followed orders. He knew he had to act, but how? The exit was blocked by the physically superior guards, and if one were to jump out his window, they would surely fall to their death. He had to think fast. Unfortunately, he was somewhat late. The guards began firing at the skinny man. Quickly ducking behind the desk, Fayt scrambled to open up the drawer that contained his trusty handgun. The loud bangs of the submachine guns almost deafened him, combined with the blood that was rushing through his head. At last, he was able to find the drawer and retrieve his gun. Peeking up from behind the desk, he quickly fired three rounds at the helmet of the lead guard. Two bullets simply bounced off the tough metal substance, but one was able to penetrate the visor. Crimson blood immediately sprouted through the wound as the mechanical monster cried out in agony. What in the world? thought Fayt. Aren’t these things supposed to be mechanical? While he pondered this odd reality, the two remaining guards turned to him. One immediately activated a small microphone in its wrist and began to speak. “Suspect has gone rogue. Initiate declaration of enemy. Capture at all costs, death is forbidden.” The other began shooting at Fayt. Not reacting quickly enough, he felt a sharp, fiery pain in his side as the bullets hit him, his hip bleeding. Seeing the entrance way unblocked, he ran as fast as he could out of the room, and the two guards gave chase. Fayt looked horrified as he passed the pale face of his former acquaintance. He was filled with holes, and a puddle of blood surrounded his limp body. Why hadn’t anyone else noticed him? Not stopping to think, Fayt continued on through the narrow corridor. It itself was quite elegant, with a polished oak floor and soft yellow lights along the brown, wood-coloured walls. Directly in front of him was the Great Elevator, a large, shining glass elevator that was found on the direct outside of the Harkwind Tower. It led to every level in the building, and it was his only chance of escape. The clanging footsteps behind him turned louder as the two guards got closer and closer to the thin man. Fayt’s navy blue suit and purple tie were stained with dried blood and tea, his eyes wider than ever. He had a small plan, which could work if he had the patience and right time. Seeing a guard appear from around a bend in the hallway, Fayt immediately positioned himself in front of the elevator door, his usually trembling feet steady on the ground and his grey, bloodshot eyes fixed on his giant metal target. The guard immediately let out a roar and charged at Fayt, ready to slam him into the elevator. This guard was obviously new and inexperienced. Fayt quickly readied himself, and finally jumped out of the way just as the guard was about to collide with him. The guard’s giant metal body slammed into the elevator doorway, its momentum sending it crashing through the elevator’s glass wall and out of the elevator. Fayt mouthed a victory word in triumph, but he was not finished yet. The second guard rounded the bend and immediately started firing at Fayt. Attempting to dodge, he tried to step to the left, but the guard was aware of this and changed directions while shooting. Bang bang bang! Instantly, Fayt was hit with a barrage of bullets to the stomach. The pain was unbearable, the cold lead of the bullets piercing every thought, feeling, and emotion. His entire body was trembling once again, and he quickly peered down to see his wound. His hand, which was subconsciously covering the wound, was drenched in his crimson blood. Fayt looked up with his blurring vision as he once more saw the single guard aiming its submachine gun at him. This is it. He thought to himself. Death, what a stunning yet awesome aspect of life. And then suddenly, he was hit with a realization, one that he did not remember while he was on his adrenaline rush through the building. Death is forbidden. Does that mean they won’t kill me? Fayt looked back at the guard once more. His blurring vision revealed three more large shapes near it, though he noticed that they had all placed their weapons back in their holsters. Or at least he think they did. “We have you, sire. You shall be transported to the Vladivostok Internment Camp in Kamchatka Province.” Stated one of the guards. Uncaring of his fate, simply happy to still be relatively alive, Fayt slowly slumped himself against the wall, closing his eyes. CHAPTER THE SECOND//End NEXT UPDATE: Anywhere between tomorrow and Friday, March 27, 2009
O__O What...Im glad that you took the story, this is not what I had in mind : D It was really good, cant wait for more.
I'm quite pleased with how you made my character something i'm not although a few things where a little bit overly dramatic but it does seem to be a bit of a rush job for you as you said. It's like you've fused me with the main character from Katekyo Hitman Reborn.
Ah, why thank you, Rayku. More shall soon arrive. He was supposed to be somewhat overly dramatic, but perhaps I should tone down on him a little. Also, wait until you see Dalk. Hm.
...Wow, this is epic. The story pulled me in right away. But now I want more, dammit! Are you still writing it? I see there hasn't been a post since March. D:
This is an epic story. I'm going to tell this to my kids someday. Anyway, I demand I get mentioned. Bl
