KH-Vids Royale

SAME... but since everyone's predicting that to happen, it won't.... or maybe it will since everyone's going to think that... GAH CIRCULAR LOGIC!

 

CFF is now my hero.

 

I wouldn't want it to be some crap, though. I don't know how I'd pull off a good site and forum without it dying in a week xD.

 

I can say right now in all honestly that I will probably never post on said site... *hides*

 

I see lots of comedy on this story.

 

Yeah, true... it's rather comedic compared to 1.

 

Because we have more members that are joke worthy.

 

But I do always like to switch back to dramatic and sad moments. It's sorta like lots of comic relief in an action/drama.

 

Good chapter Roxas! Better say goodbye to DA.

 

Oh yeah, of course. I think you have blended in the action and comedy rather well.

 

Amen to that.

Although I have yet to decide whether to kill him or let him live...

 

Let him die.


He had his fun already. >_>

 

People do say to much fun will kill ya.

 

Cin should be posting a KHVR fanfic very soon. I'm really exicted :).

 

Can't wait to read that.

 

KH-Vids Royale II: The story of Matt [Chapter 3]

Okay guys, thanks to Roxas's awesomeness, I have been given permission to write a series of side stories about the 7 members of the Wild Seven. I will begintwith the story of Matt Russell. I do hope you all enjoy the story, though I'm certain it does not do Roxas's writings any justice. Here you go:

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KH-Vids Royale: The story of Matt
By Cin
Original Characters created by Roxas

Chapter 1:
A Presentation for Prevention​

Ever since the president of the United States, George Bush III was assassinated, the world had been in an uproar. Most, if not all the countries were taking advantage of this time of weakness for the united states. The military had become unorganized and law enforcement became less strict. More illegal immigrants were sneaking into the country then ever. Crime rates had increased slowly. Protesters lined the streets in revolt. The games created by the Millennium Reformation Act had supposedly lessened crime. Most people did not want to be whisked away to kill or be killed in some sort of sicko survival game. For the last 8 years the games had been held annually on the same date, and then the winner announced somewhere between 4 and 8 days later. All but one of the winners escaped the games and the government and found salvation in the terrorist group known as the wild seven. People protested the games, because with each game the terrorist group grew larger and angrier. Crime was increasing because the president was dead, and there was no game reportedly started this year. And according to the people, it was all one man’s fault.
President Arven Richards had been assigned the title of the 45th president of the United States after George Bush’s assassination. Although it had not been reported, he found out only hours into his first term that the vice president had been assassinated not 6 days before the president had. He’d only been leading the country for 2 days, and already he was being blamed for everything. He was not ready for this responsibility. And spent most of his time just looking around, dazed and confused. The country was in peril, and before he could do anything about it, he needed to get his bearings. He’d spent the last two days and restless nights thinking about the threat of the wild seven. They had all been sent off to the Sahara desert to fight in another game, but who’s to say they wouldn’t escape somehow. According to his sources, Matt Russell had figured out how to escape the game using the radio of a car. While the other 5 escaped by murdering most of the people that had come to capture them.
President Arven sat in the oval office, his head in his hands. He needed to get back to his “work”. But all he could think about was how the hell he’d gotten himself into this situation. He sighed and put his hands on his desk. Looking around the room, it was really more circular, but his none the less. Kind of strange…very strange. God...he didn't desvere this...he was too...
“PRESIDENT ARVEN RICHARDS!!!” He yelled at no one in particular. He always tried to anger himself as a form of motivation. “You are the damn president now! Get a grip!”, he could hear footsteps outside, and then a knock. He stood up and raised his fists to the sky.
“What is it damnit!?” He yelled at whoever was outside. He suspected it to be his secretary. And to his displeasure, it was. He could hear her frail voice on the other side of the door.
“Oh…well…you see...I was j-just…checking to see if you were okay. I heard yelling and-“
Arven cut her off. “Never you mind…go find Dr. Stevens and tell him I want to go to the evidence chamber. Bring up any files on Matt Russell of the Wild Seven, I want him to have a full presentation on him and how he escaped by noon.” Arven was going to get as much information on how those little bastards could possibly escape, and make sure that it didn’t happen again. The wild seven would be gone, and hopefully would never come into existence again. If it did, they’d blame him like all the others, and then…he envisioned George Bush’s head exploding on the podium. He had been on the stage, behind the president with all the others when it had happened. He could not allow that to be him, dead on the podium…NOT EVER.
“GO!!!” He screamed, angry that she was still standing outside the door.
“Okay Mr. President!” He heard her say as she scurried off, sounding seemingly scared out of her mind.

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Dr. Stevens had finished the report within a few hours. He rushed it like always, but was certain that it was presentable. Still, he went over his papers, correcting things and adding others. Apparently, the president was not in the greatest of moods, so he had to make sure he get all his facts straight.
He’d ordered every piece of evidence against Matt Russell to be transported to his Lab. The car, the black viper that Matt was famous for had to be flown in from Area 51. What EXACTLY it was doing there, Dr. Stevens did not know. It was said that Matt’s skills on the road were inhuman, but…
“Dr. Stevens! I do hope you are ready for me!”. Stevens looked up to see the President towering over him, a sort of excited glarish-stare in his eyes. Dr. Stevens was not phased. He’d been serving in the White House for 20 years, a strong black man, and this newbie president was not much of a man to respect. Dr. Stevens sighed and stood up.
“I’m ready sir, if you’ll just sit down on that stool in the corner.”
The lab was small and narrow, long lengthwise but small widthwise. There was a small door leading upstairs to the rest of the White House, and a very large door that opened up into a larger underground laboratory, across the way from the back wall where Dr. Stevens official desk was. There were filing cabinets everywhere, a small board filled with notes that had accumulated over the past few years. There was a small conference room, and aquarium, and even a hot tub in the larger lab, but Arven didn’t know that, and so Dr. Stevens would present the story of Matt Russell to him in his small office. Arven on a stool, and Dr. Stevens standing up. He pressed a button next to the board and the board was raised up and into the wall, to reveal a large plasma screen TV. Arven stared at the Doctor’s sweet setup. Despite the large car in the room, it was cozy and to be honest, more comfortable then the Oval Office. Dr. Stevens woke Arven from his daze and pointed to the car, where on the hood housed a large collection of pictures, papers, tapes, and dvds.
“Hand me the remote please, and the dvd labeled ‘Matt Russell: profile’.”. Arven fumbled through the assorted stuff on the hood of the car and grabbed both the items stated. Handing them to Dr. Stevens and sitting on his little stool. Dr. Stevens put the dvd in and turned on the TV, pressing play on the remote. Immediately a sexy black women dressed in a purple bikini appeared on the screen. Dr. Stevens’ eyes widened as he instantly pressed the “scene selection button”. Flipping through the scenes, there were only two. “Sexy night with Carol”, and “Matt presentation”. He selected the second option as quickly as possible, hoping the president couldn’t read it.
“Dr. Stevens…what exactly was that?”
As a bead of sweat dripped down Dr. Stevens face, he smiled and tried to not look flustered.
“Be quiet, this is a presentation, not social hour…Mr. President.”
Arven made a mental note to fire Dr. Stevens the next chance he got.
“Anyway…um…as you can see by this picture, and his name…this is Matt Russell.” A picture flashed on the screen of a young white man. Short brown hair and a bent nose, a flat face and a gray shirt were his most basic features. He didn’t seem like the type to be a terrorist.
“Now, he grew up noramlly in NYC, a pretty good kid. Accroding to his parents and anyone who knew him, he was fasinated by cars. Ge loved to play with them and look at them, ride in them, and his parents said he was ready to get his drivers liscense by age 12, he didn't until 16 of course."
A series of photos flashed across the screen, family pictures of Matt in cars, school photos, and other various things. Awards and report cards were included as well. Matt seemed to grow up very well, not one failing grade that the president could see.
"He dropped out fo school at 16...and within two years...well...his last documented photograph was this one, when he was age 18, just before he was captured and thrown into the survival game in New York City.”
The picture was in black and white, obviously taken be a street camera. There was Matt in his black viper, the car was a blur as it sped past the camera. But the date and time, as well as an adequate profile showed that it was indeed Matt in the car. In the picture, far behind Matt, could be seen several others cars, just as blurry.
“Was he in a race or something?”. The President asked, confused.
“Well, from what our information tells us, Matt Russell became an infamous carjacker, as well as a renowned Street Racer. His Black viper is legendary on the streets of New York City. As can be seen by his criminal record, he was reported responsible for several car thefts, as well as 2 hit and runs. Both the people he’d hit had survived. Before he was 18, he’d received 19 speeding tickets, none of them paid. And he never reported to court. Police tried to catch him, but he sped away.”
“Wow…sounds like quite a speedy little delinquent.” , Arven scratched his chin, impressed by Matt’s numbers.
“Yup…amazing isn’t it? I’m surprised we ever caught him at all. Though, the police had been tracking his position for days before the night he was captured. It’s still hard to believe a kid could go just so wrong…”
Arven leaned forward and stared at the picture on the screen. Matt’s face seemed heated. He was concentrating every fiber of his being into winning that race. So much so, it seemed he didn’t even notice the helicopters in the sky behind him.
“Tell me more about the night he was captured…”, the president said, it seemed he'd completely forgotten about what he'd seen several minutes before, to Dr. Stevens delight.
Dr. Stevens pressed eject on the remote control with a smile, and the dvd popped out. He pointed to the tape on the car, labeled “Capture.”
“Hand me that tape, and we can both watch what happened that night through the various surveillance cameras that taped the race.”
The president grabbed the tape and tossed it to Dr. Stevens, the doctor almost dropping it before he finally popped it in the VCR that was hooked up to the TV. There was a short pause, then static flashed on the screen. Out of the static, a black screen appeared, with the words, “Matt Russell: Pre-game surveillance”.

Chapter 2:
Operation FAILED​

“Ready…set…GO!!!” The blond woman in a bikini screamed at the drivers, holding up a sign that said. “Go!”. She was one of those showgirls that the racers won for a night after a long hard race. She wasn’t really that attractive to Matt, she just didn’t seem important, hell, she didn’t even look legal yet. He needed to win, and the neon lights of the city, the cheering fans, the anxiety nor the sexy woman would stop him from doing it.
For a split second, he looked around at the 4 others racers, they each were sweating, scared. Matt was always famous for “accidentally” totaling the other racers cars. Or rather…they totaled themselves. The way they were so confused and nervous when they were racing him, there was almost no way they’d make it out without a fatal mistake. They all stared at him, and waited for him to make the first move. Their eyes were wide, like “He’s gonna fricken murder me!!!”. It was usually up to Matt to start out in the lead. They always let him, and lately he felt they were letting him win. There were a lot of fresh upstarts in the city, and although he’d only been racing for two years, every single one of them was scared out of their minds about “The Viper”, which was his racing name. He just wished that someday he’d find someone to really give him a run for his money, these wimps here today weren’t going for the win, they were going to stay back and try to save their lives.
He took a deep breath, and before the other racers could think of what to do, he shot his foot down onto the petal of his black viper, speeding away. The track began on an abandoned road, under construction. There were a lot of sudden falls, a lot of cliffs, a lot of equipment around, and a lot of ways to die, but through it all there was one route that led all the way to the pier, where the finish line was. He had been driving for about 7 seconds before he heard the engines of the other cars rev up behind him. For now it was a straight-away, in which he would usually win. He sped up as much as he could for now, then slowing down just a bit as the road split into 3 directions. He saw people on the street signs above the road, flashing their flashlights down on the roads below to create a sort of affect. Usually this was also a clue to the racers. The 3 flashlights would click on and off repetitively like a roulette, the last one to blink out was the safest route. He still had a lot of time before he had to choose which way to go down, so he looked in his rearview mirror at the other racers.
They were all concentrating on the flashes lights, so much so they were slowing down and not even watching where they were going. Matt knew that whichever way he went, the others would go down the different roads. He looked back and saw one of the lights blink out, then not come back on. Matt was still going at a relatively fast speed.
“Okay…that way is the most dangerous…”. He said, staring at the one without a blinking light. He noticed another blink out.
“If I go down that road…the other racers will go down the others…the safer routes.”. Matt didn’t favor his enemies, in fact he wasn’t fond at all of their “OMG HE’S GONNA KILL ME!!!” attitudes, but he didn’t want them to get hurt either. He sped up and went straight down the dangerous road. Maybe it’d give the other racers a fair advantage…




Officer Hudman of the NYPD stood in a helicopter high above the roadways. The helicopter zoomed in and out of the buildings, sort of threading in between them, as far below a group of young street racers came to the 3 way split. He kept an eye on the black car in the lead, HOPEFULLY it was Matt Russell. He had caused way too much trouble to escape AGAIN, and most likely take a few chunks out of the other racers with him. The helicopter came to a halt as they saw the black car slow at the split, then head down the road on the far right. Officer Hudman grabbed the walkie-talkie off his shoulder and pressed the button as fast as he could.
“Matt’s gone down the far right street. Prepare the road block at the first drop-off.”
A long ways down, he could hear the sirens of many police cars suddenly come to life as 90% of the NYC police department urgently drove towards the designated spot to capture Matt Russell once and for all.




Matt finally started really going as he realized this “dangerous way” was a straightaway. He hoped he was right, and that the other racers didn’t go down the way that might get them killed. He drove at high at a casual speed of 95 mph, realizing that this could be a piece of cake. He looked straight ahead and saw some flashing lights in the far distance. It could be the finish line, probably is. They always have some crappy lightshow and some rapper singing or something stupid like that. He didn’t really need any of it, though he enjoyed the attention.
He turned on the radio now, pretty much certain he was going to win, and going to win with flying colors.
“Hmmm?” He mumbled, hearing what was on.
“The boondocks theme song? Dude, why would they have this on? The song’s only like 30 seconds long.”
Although the song being on the radio confused him, he was content to listen. He was addicted to the song when the show first came out, very nice lyrics, a good beat, and none of that *****es and hoes crap that other rappers always sand about. He could probably still remember the lyrics. As the song progressed a bit, he started to sing along.
“I am the stone that the builder refused, I am the visual, the inspiration, that made the lady sing the blues. I am the Spark that makes your idea bright, the same spark that lights the dar-“
He stopped suddenly at he suddenly heard a “TINK!” sound on his windshield.
“Jeez…one tough bug to make that noise…” Matt said to no one, before he noticed the hole in it, about the circumference of his finger.
“What the fu-!?“
He heard the “tink!” noise again, and another hole appeared. He saw something fly into his car, and looked back to discover a…dart…?

Officer Hudman finally touched down at the first drop-off of the road. Matt would be coming any second now. The group of 200 or so cops gathered around the cars, some inside, some outside. All of them with guns.
Hudman walked up to the leading officer and grabbed his shoulder.
“Okay…what’s our status? Are we ready for him?”
“Yes sir, we have 8 rows of cars blocking off the street, knowing that Matt has been able to drive through a road block before. We also have two snipers will tranquillizer darts on the buildings to the left and right of us. The tranquillizer should have him sluggish and slow, maybe even passed out by the time he gets here. Should he escape his vehicle before he gets here, we have 100 officers outside their cars, armed with gun and tranquillizers of their own to chase him on foot.”
Hudman laughed and smiled, Matt would finally be caught tonight; there would be no stopping it. The numbers don’t lie, 200, 8, 2, 100, whatever numbers they were, they all added up to his capture.




Matt began to panic as several more darts flew into his car. They had been peppering his windshield for almost 15 seconds now, and 4 of them had gone into him. His head started spinning, and his heart rate dropped, he knew it, cause that’s all he could hear. Everything seemed to be kind of distant. The vroom of the car, the flashing of the lights, the occasional “Tink” on his windshield, and the sharp pain as another dart hit him. His eyelids started to droop, and his grip on the steering wheel loosened.
“No…no way…I can’t fall asleep in the middle of a race…” He said, slurring his words a bit. He shook his head furiously, trying to get determined. Going fast…that would wake him up, it was a straightaway, so he couldn’t crash. He put the pedal to the metal and watched as the world flew passed, the flashing lights ahead of him seemed to be a mile away one second, and then right in front of him in another. Everything was a blur, not just the things outside, but the inside too. Matt’s eyes were started to play tricks on him, as the “tinks” started to sound like the Boondocks theme song, and the flashing lights up ahead seemed like Asheru himself singing them. He was to far gone to take his foot off the pedal, he was going 120 and couldn’t stop.




“Jesus Christ…WHAT’S HE DOING!?”
The screams off the police officers couldn’t be heard over Matt’s engine as it flew towards them at an amazingly fast speed.
“There’s no way he’s gonna…”
“No way…”
“He’s coming faster…”
“He’s gonna ram it!!!”
Officer Hudman yelled at the top of his lungs “ABORT!!! PULL BACK!!!”, to save the lives of his men. The snipers had reported weird facial expressions on Matt a few minutes ago, any sane driver would have stopped or slowed if he was getting sleepy. But…he knew as well as the others did that Matt was probably too delirious to be thinking straight…should have thought this plan through more.
The 200 officers all hopped off the road, falling about 15 feet, the pain of the fall was little price to pay for not getting hit by a car at 120 mph. The 8 police cars that were blocking the road started up and pulled back as fast as they could, getting out of the way and abandoning the cars. They jumped out of the drivers seat and off the road themselves. Officer Hudman couldn’t believe it, the mission went so wrong in less then 10 seconds!
He picked up his walkie-talkie and sent a message to all the officers around.
“Attention all officers, when Matt Russell passes, immediately get back into your cars and pursue him! He’s not thinking straight, so we might be able to get him this time!”




Matt surged forward at an amazing speed, singing along with his own imagination. The lights, the colors, the music, the sounds. It was all so fun and…cop cars? Matt asked himself why there were cop cars at an Asheru concert, but when they disappeared behind him he forgot about it and continued on his marry way. He was in a bit too much of a daze to realize he was screaming the words of the song, and too dazed to even notice that he was about to launch off of a cliff at 120.
The car sped horizontally off the cliff, flying at least 40 feet to the other side. Matt felt the familiar “flying feeling” that you got when a car goes airborne, which only added to his “high state of mind”. He felt like dancing a bit while he screamed at the top of his lungs. But didn’t, because for SOME reason, his hands were glued down to…some “familiar circly thingy” that he couldn’t quite remember what it was. He was flying…a mass of colors around him now, and then a sudden THUD. Everything returned to normal as he opened his eyes for a bit.
He was on the road again…a race…and darts…he was starting to swerve and…there…there were…pretty colors…
Matt drifted off again, only after straightening his course during his brief moment of clarity. The road soon during from pavement into some sort of pink liquid. He looked up ahead and saw more lights, not far away. He kept looking forward, the music got louder in his head, and in the group of lights, he saw a collection of snowmen and Panthers, hopping around and making all sorts of noises as he came closer. One of the snowmen holding a flag jumped out in the middle of the road and started waving the flag in front of Matt’s car. Not being able to stop, he rammed right into it, sending it flying at least 20 feet in the air. He went into a sudden moment of clarity once more.
Matt looked back and saw the blond girl in the bikini from the beginning of the race, laying on the ground, her body seemed…broken.
“****!! DID I JUST DO THAT!?”
Matt screamed, gaining control again. He put his foot on the brake, but couldn’t stop. The smell of burning rubber filled the air. Matt looked forward as his car screeched through the crowd of people, knocking over several more cheering fans and ramming straight through the stage. Lights came crashing to the ground and almost killing people at the grand finsih line. Matt had won...apparently. But the victory was abviously short lived.
Matt tried regaining control of the car but couldn’t, the road felt weird and so did he. Was he high? He came out on the other side of the stage, a massive hole formed from where he’d hit. Pieces of wood and electrical equipment went flying into the ocean. Matt looking ahead to see a mass expanse of blackness.
“…fu*k”. Was the last thing Matt said before he drove his car straight into the dark waters of the Atlantic Ocean.

Chapter 3:
Water Damaged​

“Oh my god…so he drove right into the ocean?”
President Richards was amazed. His eyes widened by the video that Dr. Stevens had showed him.
“Yup.” Dr. Stevens said, pursing his lips a bit and nodding.
“Well then how did he survive?” Arven leaned forward and scratched his chin a bit, trying to seem smarter and more analyzing then he really was.
“The police got to the scene of the accident pretty quickly. They pulled the car out using a crane on the side of the road, then opened up the doors. The car had apparently not been filled yet, because Matt’s head was completely dry. The water rushed out, with an unconscious Matt floating around. We have come to the conclusion that the change in air pressure in the car, combined with the tranquillizer and the sudden shock of killing so many people had made him pass out. They didn’t have to gas him or anything. So the police took him into custody. And he slept in jail for 4 days before the government and the game organizers showed up to take him away. He stayed asleep through the whole process, only waking up when the game finally began.”
“How many people died? And wow…lucky break for them I guess.”
“8, and yeah, VERY lucky. The police had made so many damn mistakes that night, they should be happy that Matt didn’t escape or die.”, Dr Stevens was obviously disgusted with the way that the police had treated the situation.
“I agree, the police…did they really expect Matt to be taken down with only 3 shots?”
“Well here’s the interesting part…they shot him with enough tranquillizer to take down an elephant. The whole incident happened in about 5 minutes, as you saw. The fact that he lasted that long, and was still able to drive is simply amazing. From a scientists point of view, his body would never have been able to handle it. But I suppose Matt had a very strong will.”
“I suppose…what’s the next tape?”. Arven was done discussing Matt’s capture, it was interesting and all, but it didn’t tell him anything about how to contain Matt.
“Oh…the next tape is in the docking station. The Game-master or whatever you may want to call him, giving out the rules. Matt getting his weapon, yadda yadda. Not that important, so I’d like to go onto the nex-“
“Show the tape anyway.” Arven said, grim-faced.
“But…Mr. President…”
“Just show it. This Matt kid has peaked my interest. And to be honest, I have yet to hear all the rules of these games yet.”
Dr. Stevens just kind of looked at the president with a bit of a glare. He was such a hypocrite. One second he was trying to move on, the next he refuses to progress at all, these are going to be a rough few years for the United States…”
“Fine…hand me that tape right there…” Stevens pointed the tape that was below the one before, then ejected Matt’s pre-game surveillance.
President Arven took the pre-game surveillance tape and set it on the hood of the car, just now noticing the considerable water-damage that the black viper had suffered from Matt’s capture. The bottom had spreading rust, some of the black paint had peeled off. The seats on the inside looked wrinkly and sodden. And there was clearly a line on the car where you could see where the water had been filled to before they let it all out.
The president looked back at Dr. Stevens, then back at the car, and got the tape which Stevens had pointed to. Arven held out the tape to Stevens and smiled.
“There ya go. Be sure not to skip on the good parts…Doctor.”
“If there are any…” Stevens grumbled, taking the tape and putting it into the TV. The TV went black again and the words “Matt Russell: Game prep” appeared in white.

 

Thats was awsome, can't wait to read next ones.

 

OOooooooo.... very gewd! I cant wait for the next part. Matt and the other members seemed kinda random now one of them has a backstory... :)

 

So far, this is awesome. You've delved into Matt's background amazingly. I just can't wait for his game to begin!

 

<_< I knew DA and Rem had something going on.... wait, wasn't CFF supposed to die instead?