City of IF

[Advarr]

The different colors stand for different characters. Sorry for any slight confusion!


Chapter 1
The Meeting of Destiny

The silence was unnatural. Complex silence. Yet, so simple. It was silence, and that's all. Then there was the noise. A noise so quiet that it didn't break the silence, it just impelled the silence.The noise of clapping thunder upon the, what is that, marble tiles? No, that's not thunder, it's a man. He towered above me. Feeling so small and helpless I cowered in my overwhelming fear.

He was a tall man, probably about six foot four inches. He had thick, ruffled black hair. Imagine a mop laying flat on somebodies head for hair. Cleanly shaven and wearing a thick lab coat there was almost nothing menacing about him. The cruelty and malice instead illuminated the area around him, but the scarest physical feature on this mans facial structure were his eyes. Those piercing white eagle eyes that looked ever so blind but could see the enviroment around him.

He took out a syringe and is filling it with some green liquid. I've seen what that stuff can do. No. I didn't see anything. I can sense what the medication can do.

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"Wake up, for the love of god your going to die here if you don't!" It was the vioce of dire importance, but what could be more important than what I just saw. What I was forced to see.

"Rane, they will find us at any moment if you don't get off your lazy-"

Whoever spoke was interrupted by the thunderous crack of grade-A military issued C4 going off in the dead of a frigid night. My senses came back instantly. My name is Rane E. Pulryck. I'm seven hes units old( about seventeen years). I can't remember my physical features due to the mask that has remained on my face for about two hes units( five years). I am on the run from the top military commandos and have many enemies within the Council of Ages. My life is a living hell.

Then there was that girl. That beautiful girl that was frantically running like me for no aparant reason, none at all. The pure, full blonde hair that would flow like a sea of curls. Those piercing, soft lavender eyes. They burned into my memory and won't go away no matter how hard I try. I know what I must do, I know where I must go.

"Com'on Rane, We need to get out of here!" The dire importance was now smothered and lathered with worry. I looked at who was talking and couldn't remember who he was. "Do you want to die? Cuz I'm fine with that, I'm leaving."

He turned and started to leave slowly out the door. He mustn't be a great friend, heck, I don't even know if he's a friend at all. I must remember, I must!

"Wait!" I screamed after him. I got up and gathered the stuff next to me. Looking up I saw the disturbing. The man's eyes were lifeless. Cold. Dead.

Spikes, probably at least hundreds, were sticking everywhere out of his stomach. Blood covered thier tips and they drank it hungrily. They were literally drinking his life, his blood. What am I up against? Why can't I remember a thing?

I ran into the complex to my right, towering over everything else. Farther and farther until I couldn't go anymore. I sank into a corner of a reception room most likely. I had enough strength to at least crawl under a desk. My vision blurred once and then it was nighty-night.
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Don't look back, don't look back. A bullet scratched the side of my cheek, I could feel the warm blood drip down my face. Keep running, I can make it. No, the exit was too far. I have to fight the Ternates, which was near impossible. Fight or die are my choices. I'll take the artificial recon droids down with me.

I found some cover and ducked as bullets, now explosive, annilated the place where I just was. Good, I made the right choice. Although that death would probably be less painful than the one I'll suffer later.

I took the sleek, slim A50-23SD Gegtype Intercooling Rapid-fire Rifle, or GIR, and put thirty-two bullets downrange and took out two Ternates in a matter of three seconds. Those one eyed, hover capible robots have nothing on my technology.

A Ternate violently shook, firing a 20hueit octong explosive. Looks like they do have something on me. Quickly dodging out of the way and being blasted twenty feet through air is better than being incinirated though. So, that's what I did. And that's what happened. I didn't forsee flying fifty feet through the exit and off the side of the cliff face though. That's depressing, falling from two thousand feet up wasn't on my "things to do" list. I hope my last thoughts are happy.

Let's see here. My family was savagely murdered by a brutal kid. I tried to kill my family's killer, you know, avenge the dead. Well, that was a complete failure of course. I just couldn't kill someone the same age as me. My partner was lost and most likely captured or killed or worse. Oh yeah, and I'm falling off a cliff two thousand feet high. No, my last thoughts aren't happy. Not at all.

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He's coming at me with that needle, I won't let him get me. I won't die here, she needs saved, I feel it inside my soul. Inside my very thoughts is the scream and plea of help. I will help her.

Eagle Eyes here didn't see it coming. I performed a quick side-roll step-up move to get standing and a sweeping kick to knock him down flat. I'm to fast for him, too bad. I took the syringe he so kindly dropped and tried sticking him in his little scientist arm, which I admit was pathetically puny.

To my amazement, Eagle Eyes rolled and swept himself up off the ground, pretty cool truthfully. The really uncool thing was he gave me a punch right in the stomach that could probably break a brick wall. Up next, a nice spin kick from the left forcing me flying out through the wall right next to the window. Windows are there for breaking Eagle Eyes, aim better next time, it'll hurt me less.

I didn't waste anytime with jacked-up-on-steriods puny guy, I ran for the life I hold most dear. Not for me, for her. No, I'm not in love with anybody, but it is a really special person here I'm running for. She needs me or she's gone, and if she's gone there's no reason for me and I'll be gone too. She's definitely important.

Uh-oh. Here comes Eagle Eyes. This could be bad for my health if he gets his hands on me. Oh, now what, a falling person from the sky, great, now I'm imagining things for sure. people don't fall from the skies unless their angels. I'm pretty sure it's no angel.

My god it's Shianna Ripciulik, I better help her out. Shoot, I forgot about Eagle Eyes, "Where is he?"

"I'm behind you, puppet of the dark lord's will."

God da-
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I woke up to fighting in another room. It sounded like someone smashing through a wall. Sucks for that guy or girl. Or maybe thing. I got up from under the desk and found a valuable item on it. An H7-12 semi-automatic pistol. It wasn't there before so there must be someone else here. Just then I spotted a Ternate droid. With one well-placed shot I dropped the thing dead, hunked on the floor.

I moved to the sound of the earlier fight. Looking through the broken wall I could see a scientist, which is bad, and a rogue, which could be possibly worse. It was three hundred feet from here to there give or take. I aimed, steadied, locked, and fired one 12mm armor-piercing slug and hit the scientist square in the chest.

The bullet broke through the rib cage, pierced the heart, and snapped the spine of the man in the lab coat sending him through the air and spinning rapidly. He hit the ground with a dull thump, he was definitely dead. Eagle Eyes I used to call him. He used to be completely blind but something happened. I could tell by his hieght it was him. Tallest scientist here in the complex. Well, used to be tallest, he's pretty close to ground now if you get my drift.

Now what about the falling girl. Yes, that's her falling now. Crap, that's her falling now! The bed in the room behind me had a mattress. I went and got the mattress and started pushing it where she was going to land but the rogue took it from me and carried it there. I guess I should start lifting or something.

"Hey what's your name?" I asked him courtesly. He gave me a mad, or maybe a thoughtful look but didn't say a word.

He stopped pushing the matress and wham, the girl landed, bounced ten feet in the air, and then grounded permenantly.

"Hey, your that beautiful blonde I saw earlier, aren't you?" She stared coldly at me in shock and hatred and ripped out an assualt rifle pointed right at my face. My life sucks. Badly.
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Griflen is still alive down there, I can see him. He's pushing a mattress towards my landing point. Then I spotted the kid. I'm not failing in avengement this time, that kid's dead.

I hit the mattress hard. Flying ten feet back upwards I then landed safely. Thank the heavens Griflen was still alive or I would be dead. Griflen and I go far back with eachother. I met him six years ago at a nightclub that I snuck into. He was in trouble with three guys. I could hear the arguement from where I was and eavesdropped for a little while. I knew one thing from what I heard and that was that Griflen was the good guy. A passing waiter kindly supplied a platter for me to use, I took it without asking of course, and I hit one of the other mean looking guys over the head. I tripped the second and started hitting him over again and again. Griflen tackeled the third guy and KO'd him faster than you can say hit with a platter. He took out the first guy as soon as he got up. Griflen gave him a stronge right uppercut to the jaw. The guy I was hitting was knocked unconcious a while back. Then I stayed with Griflen ever since.

"Hey, your that beautiful blonde I saw earlier, aren't you?" I looked at the kid with a shocking stare that still managed to be full of hatred. I had forgotten about him, hadn't I. I took the GIR50 I still managed to hold onto somehow and pointed the barrel directly at his head. He was about to be forgotten not only by me but by everyone. This is my bullet of revenge. This is his death. He has to die here and now. So, I pulled the trigger.
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Wow? Confuzziling chapter huh?
Don't worry the next chapter will be less confusing and draw everyting together

While here's the question(s).
What happens next? Does she pull the trigger?
Who are these people, how do they tie together?
What are there pasts?
What are Ternates?

Those all would be hard to poll so here's the question to consider.
The main question is where does this bullet end up and why?

[Advarr]

I notice no one is replying, and I am going to wait a few days until my next post, but I'm very impatient and just wanted you guys to know to leave comments and suggestions and be open in your opinions and thoughts. I don't want to write without making a poll and using my dp but I might have to if no one responds soon.

[Adalia]

I think the bullet should slam into the body of the already dead scientist. The guy it was intended for was able to avoid getting hit. Wouldn't want any important characters to die yet. ;)

Be patient, lots of people can't get on everyday. It's only been a day. Give it time. :)

[Advarr]

Adalia wrote: Be patient, lots of people can't get on everyday. It's only been a day. Give it time. :)

I know :D but I'm sort of excited on what you think. Also, of you have any advice please leave it for me to look over. Opinions and suggestions are also appreciated too.

[Christalnightshade]

Is the different colours different characters, if not keep it the same colour, like dark red, please. I'll finish reading soon...

[Advarr]

Yes, the different colors are different characters. It would be a little cofusing if it was one character. I'll specify that at the top though!

ThX <(X.X)>

[Advarr]

We only have one idea so far, come on people, throw them out there. I'm planning on opening polls friday but if there's only one idea I can only write the next chapter X.x

Your Lord and Master,
Varr

[Advarr]

Ok, I'll through an idea out there, I think Grif should push the gun away, causing the bullet to go wide. He would probably do that becuase he has questions for Rane. I'll write tomorrow if there is no more idea's

X.x

Your Lord and Master,
Varr

[avenger]

Advarr wrote: Ok, I'll through an idea out there, I think Grif should push the gun away, causing the bullet to go wide. He would probably do that becuase he has questions for Rane. I'll write tomorrow if there is no more idea's

X.x

Your Lord and Master,
Varr

I agree with this thought. You dont want any important characters to die in the first chapter, because that would just make the story a bloodbath with people dying everywhere. One by one they will get picked of with sniper rifles. Obviously you dont want that happening. You want him to live in order to fight back. If he dies and the other side wins that would be dissappointing. Also i like that you made up your on rifles and pistols. They sound so cool. It makes me wanna go shoot one. Hopefully you can continue to write this story soon so i can finish reading it. You are an awesome writer and should always continue to write. Wow now the future is going to be in war. Thats just great that's all we need....more war hahahaha. Well all in all the story is great and i agree with you on pushing the awesome gun out of the way. Hmmmmm unlimited possibilities! :gun:

[Advarr]

Chapter 2

Griflen jumped right into Shianna's shoulder, causing her to miss the shot for her revenge. Rane had his pistol out by now and it was pointing at Shianna. He could feel a strange lump in his brain and it was telling him something. The lump was whispering inside him. "Don't shoot her she's just as important as you. If you shoot her and kill her you yourself will die!" It spat menacingly in his mind. Rane fell on his knees and started frantically muttering smothered words. Then he began to talk in a voice of others.

"Through the darkness you will commit,
Through pain you will submit.
Through torture you will tell,
The plans of your coming hell.
You have betrayed,
your body shall be decayed
In an overlapsing death of havoc.

Through light you will save,
Through courage you will pave.
Through kindness you will hear,
The drop of her single tear.
You have given,
The chaos, you have driven
out with herioc acts of tender love.

These two souls will meet,
In one body they will greet.
The future of all,
you must take the call.
answer their fear,
with pain or cheer.
The future rests in you,
The world is depending on few,
you must renew.

Sieze the day, or die trying, regretting you lost!"

They stared at the now fainted body of Rane. Wondering what they should do with him. They could all feel a great, and new, weight on their shoulders. They didn't understand the poem in mind but they could understand it in instinct. They are saviors or dictators of the new world. They must take action and step up in a way to change the future. They understood that they were the future. That made things tricky for the new formed team. Through death shall be the only way they can part. They could feel that inside their very souls.
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1 month later, in the city Hanslanka


The feverish man was nimbly joggging down the street, screaming at himself for being late. His name was Greggor Smiff, he was sixteen hes units old and was extremely late for a important interview for a valuable job. He took a wrong turn into an empty ally and kept going, not noticing the different enviroment. When he heard the gun loading he stopped dead.

"Ah, Greggor I presume? No questions now," the strange, cloaked man was pointing a odd, bulky gun right at Greggor,"I do the talking." Greggor quivered but managed to look immoble enough. "I need life essence to," the man paused and pondered about his next few words,"nothing of your concern. You have it, I need it. You will give it to me and you will die!"

"You expect me to just hand my life to you? Who are you to-" Greggor was impudently interrupted by the man.

"I told you, I clearly exclaimed earlier there were to be no questions!" he yelled with a gruff, insulted tone. "You will die!"

The man pointed his gun right at Greggors face. Greggor closed his eyes and thought of his wife at home, his three children, and his dear friend Charlie. He remembered the good times they had, and the bad times they persevered through. He heard a loud gunshot then he heard nothing, saw nothing, and thought nothing else.

A picture of Greggor's family fell out of his jacket as he fell dead. A marvelous wife with brown hair, three kids, one two hes units old( five years), another one hes unit old( three years), and the last one just barely born. The part of the picture where Greggor stood was blown off because that's where the bullet hit. Just like in the picture Greggor will be forgotten and lost after the family dies off. The man who shot him. He'll be killed and forgotten too. The world is like a neverending death. When in birth you are born into the world to die, that is the way of life.

Some two ginee units later( one hour) the man who commited the murder saw movement out of the corner of his eye. He turned around to confront the unknown movement and heard the high pitched rip of automatic fire from Shianna's GIR47 HSv as he was ripped to shreds by it's thick, heavy ammunitions.

Rane shot the man in the forehead once with is modified 17SD-11 Gegtype Intercooling Pistol, or GIP17. Griflen secured the area around the murder scene.

"Rane, just one dead, his name is," it took a few seconds as Grif scanned the body with his Tralivy Lenses, an experiment of his that gave him many successful readings, Grif absolutely loved it,"Greggor Smiff, sixteen hes units of age, currently unemployed."

"Looks like he'll stay unemployed for a little while now doesn't it?" Shianna joked solemnly. Greggor was skinned, and it looks like the luny man was starting to eat his muscles and tendons. Shianna doubled over, puked, then started falling. Rane was by her side instantly and cuaght her before she hit the ground. He quickly covered her eyes so she wouldn't look at the gross scene again.

"It's OK Shianna, as long as we're here your safe and this will never happen to you." Rane comforted her softly. "Grif, search the man's body, see if you find anything unusual." Because Shianna face was hidden deep in Rane's shoulder, she didn't see the picture laying at her feet, but Rane did. He bent down and picked it up.

He didn't recognize the family in the picture, but from were it was located he knew it was the victims picture. He did know where their house was from looking at the picture. It was in Groney County, Northeast Juklinvall. Too bad for them, they had to tell the family he was dead.

"Hey Rane, look at this." Grif came up to Rane and gave him a letter that was found on the dead body. Rane started reading it aloud so everybody could here.
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So, what's the letter say, and who is it from? (This is a serious question, but after seriously answerd, go ahead and make one as funny as you want. We can even have a poll for funniest letter.) You CAN write out the letter if you want, if not, I can write it myself.

[Reasoner]

The letter is from the Savior of God, and it explains the meeting place to the guy....in secret code of course.

Since I'm not funny, I'll not try to make a funny letter.