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Jade closed her eyes as she curled herself up into a ball and listened to her mother and father discuss their biggest problem, her. They thought she couldn’t hear them behind the door she was leaning against. 
“This isn’t just a phase Kina…” her father started. 
“You don’t know that!” Her mother said in a loud whisper. She sounded frantic and slightly scared at the same time. 
Her father paused for a minute before he continued talking, Jade imagined him taking a deep breath with his eyes closed biting his lower lip. He always made that face when he was stressed out about something. “Do you know what everybody calls her?” 
Her mother didn’t answer. 
“They call her a black mage!” he hissed. Jade flinched at the last comment. 
“Oh she couldn’t be…” 
“Kina! I think it’s high time we did something about her….” Jade closed her eyes and held back the tears she felt starting to rise. She slowly stood up making sure she didn’t creak the floorboards. 
'I don’t think you’re a monster of any sort,' a young wispy looking girl said to her. She also had blood all over her dress, and one giant hole found in her chest. 
Jade looked at her and sighed, “Well you wouldn’t would you?” 
The girl shook her head cheerfully. Jade let out a sigh as she said gently but also firmly, “Thank you, now please go to bed.” 
The young girl looked disappointed but she still faded away. That was the trouble about spirits, they liked to appear out of nowhere at any opportune moment they had. And lately it seemed to be getting worse. She sighed and looked at the already half packed backpack she had started to work on. She decided now was the best time as any to finish it, and leave. Plaz was right, this town wasn’t meant for different people. 
She looked at her window; people who leave their home say the first step is always the hardest. She took that first step, hm that wasn’t so hard, she thought to herself pleased. With that she jumped out the window hoping to find a better life somewhere outside of this town. 

Cut to one year and four months later… 

Jade let out a frustrated sigh as she tried to jump to the next rock. 

'It shouldn’t be that hard for you. I mean look how much you’ve done with yourself since you left well over a year ago,' an older gentleman was floating beside her in mid-air and was trying to be helpful but just making it worse. 

“Listen good sir, can you please go to bed for a bit (the old gentleman looked flustered), it’s nothing personal but I like to do my rock climbing by myself…” Jade said, while thinking, How do they know about my running away?! Ugh, whatever, I won't even bother to ask. 

'Ah, I understand, right well I do apologize but I so do miss talking to people.' 

Jade sighed and looked down (while still holding onto the boulder she was having a rough time climbing) feeling guilty, “If you’re really that lonely, then I suppose you can stay for a bit…” 

The old man looked so pleased he then started to go on about what his life was like (before he had gotten scarlet fever and died), and how he missed his Grandchildren and his whole family. He then looked at Jade and said, 'Do you miss anyone? Or feel alone at all?' 

Jade laughed, “Well I’m never alone now am I? But yeah I do miss someone.” 

'Family?'

Jade nodded, “Yeah, but it’s the family I chose.” She then thought about Plaz, she really did miss her brother type figure. She then started to continue to climb as the old man still prattled on. 

Malvenu was a medium-sized town near the southern tip of the Wilderness. Mountains surrounded the town. The only people who visited the town had lived there at some point in time. Nobody else ventured to it because there was nothing known about the town. It was one of the most secluded places in the entire world. There was one train that went into the city and left the city.

It was a dark night in Malvenu. All the houses had been locked up and the air was still. There was one puddle left in the center of town from the rainfall the night before. The last beam of sunlight had reflected off the puddle causing the exterior of nearby buildings luminous. A footstep suddenly upset the serene puddle as a dark figure quickly ran by. He was then followed by another figure that glided through the air behind him.

The first figure was dressed in all black. His face was concealed with black mask and he was holding a chalice shaped object in his hands. He quickly turned the corner and sprinted down the alley. His follower was wearing a much brighter outfit. He was wearing an orange tunic, a golden mask and a golden overcoat that fluttered in the breeze as he glided over the path and made a sharp turn after the first figure.

The dark figure came to a quick halt as he reached a dead end. He dropped the chalice object from his hands and turned to face his stalker. The bright figure then stopped and stood in front of the other man who was now on the ground. The man got on his knees and began to plead to the bright figure.

“Okay, okay, you got me! Take back the cup, I don’t want it. Just don’t hurt me!” He cried. The bright figure picked up the chalice and took the man’s garb off it. He then threw the garb at him.

“Why should I? You committed theft and you should get what’s coming to you.” He said as he raised his arm. But the thief continued to plead.

“I was just trying to support myself. You have no clue what it’s like to make something of yourself.” The theft said. The bright figure then lifted the man up. He looked him in the eye.

“Don’t ever tell me about what I have or have not experienced.” He said. The man trembled in his grasp. “I’ll let you live as long as long as you promise me something.”

“Anything!” The man begged.

“Leave this life of Crime behind you and do something with your life. And if you don’t, so help me, I will hunt you down and make you wish that I took your life right now.”

“Thank you sir, I promise I’ll change.” The man said. Then he was thrown into a pile of tattered cloth and garbage. When he crawled out he saw that the masked man was no where to be seen and there was a burning letter “M” in the middle of the alley. The sign of The Marmatillas.

3 years later…

Adam unlocked the door to his shop early one morning. He was feeling well rested even though he didn’t get as much sleep as he wanted the previous night. He spent no time dawdling and got right to work on his latest invention. He pulled up a chair for his musty desk, and got out a couple strands or iron. They were a foot long each and they were perfect for the job. Adam then checked his covered windows to make sure no one was watching. One he was sure the coast was clear he began to make odd movements with his fingers. When he stopped moving his fingers, he picked up one of the strands. The iron was no longer as strong as before, instead it had become as flexible as rubber.

About an hour later Adam had finished his invention and was hooking it up to the door. He was surprised when he heard a knock on the door. He quickly rushed back to his desk and pushed a button on his wall. A sound of a small motor was heard as the door was unlocked and swung open. There was standing a middle-aged woman who looked very shocked. Adam leaned back in his chair with content.

“Come in, Mrs. Johnson!” he said in a welcoming voice. When she saw his content she smiled.
“Oh Adam, you never disappoint!” she said walking in looking at the machine that opened the door. “How does it work?” Adam then pointed to various pieces of metal he used and the tiny motor.

“The hardest part was forming the loops,” he explained pointing to the loops he made out of the iron strands.

“My word Adam, how do you bend them in such irregular shapes?”

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Johnson but that’s a trade secret.” He said as confident as ever. She just sighed and smiled again. “So what can I help you with today?”

“Well,” she said, “My water pump stopped working this morning. I think it may have a few worn parts…”

“Say no more,” Adam replied, “I’ll be over right after lunch to get to work on it and don’t even think about paying me, it’s on the house.” Then she smiled again, which made Adam happy. Happiness was a fine paycheck for him.

“You know what, Adam Passerano?” Mrs. Johnson said. “You are probably the best thing that has ever happened to Malvenu.” Adam laughed.

“Cmon, you don’t mean that.” He said humbly.

“Oh but I do. You are have the greatest mind in the entire southern half of the world. You’re the nicest person and biggest inspiration this town’s ever had.”

“That is,” Adam added. “Except for The Marmatillas.”

“Oh,” she said starting to loose her happiness. “Of course The Marmatillas...” She then looked down at the floor and spotted something lying near the workbench. “What’s this?” She reached down and picked up a crossbow bolt. “What’s this doing here?”

“That…” Adam said, quickly formulating an answer. “That must be Mr. Delong’s. I was fixing his crossbow yesterday and I must have left it here. I’ll return it ASAP.” He took the bolt from her and slipped it into his tool belt. She then smiled again, thanked him again, and left through the door, which closed automatically.

A business man walks up to a cherry wood desk in the middle of a huge office. "Sure is empty around here." The man then picks up the name plate on the desk. David Enterprizes the man chuckles at seeing his old office the same as he left it. He turns around, and fixes his tie as he walks out of the room phazing out as he walks out.He then materialize infront of the building. The building itself looks as old as life itself, a land mark to some, as it towers above the whole city of Secar. Then a the smell of something burning catches his attention. He appears before a cookout party afterwards. Hearing the crowd talk on he walks off.

After a few hours of looking after everything he saw 3 guys running his way, one a kid, the others tall men in black suits with guns out. "Come back here kid!" said the left one. The buisness man took out his golden revolver. "What's going on here?" the kid then hid behind the buisness man. "Huff... who are you!" said the right one. "All you need to know is David, now again what is going on here!?" The two hefty guys then start talking to each other. David can hear them easy sence he is not like most people. He can hear them talking about how the boy over heard their secret conversation. Suddenly they pull out their guns. "We will just kill you both then!" the left one said with a snicker. David then shot both at one time, then spinning the revolver into its holster. "Thanks!" said the kid and took off. David knew in the back of his mind that he will run into people like them, sooner or later.

Later that night he went to a shack just out of town where he sleeps. He walks up to the shack thinking about all that transpired. I wonder what the boy over heard to make such a ruckus. He walks into the shack and see's a wooden room with a bed, a suitcase, and some nicknacks. He then goes onto bed, not even bothering to take off his shoes and tie.

In a small village named Stirlup, A 21 year old boy Named Mitch is walking down his home street with everyone around him staring at him. He looks around and says nothing. He tries to keep to himself. He knows that no one really likes him at all, He had no friends. His closest friends were his parents whom he lost when he was only 5 years old from a seperation. Ever since then, he has raised himself. Mitch goes into his home, closes the door and locks it, and lays down on the floor.

"What should I do? Is there anything I can do to change who I am.. To have something to fight for? I am sick and tired of being the only one in this stupid village who is looked down upon."

Mitch gets up and looks outside to see people just staring at him, as if they know exactly when he is going to peek outside.

"Why do they all hate me so much? Out of all those people, there is no one who wants to help me through this life-long problem?! All I want is just one person to help me through.. Just a friend.

Mitch then gives up for the day and lays on the floor to sleep the entire day away again. This always seemed to be a habit for him, for he had nothing else to do. He would stay up all night hoping on his life that something would turn his life around. Forever he has been waiting. And he knows deep in his heart that one day, something will happen that will shine some light upon him.

The Jeep was racing along the dirt road at about 70 MPH. Carey, the supervisor of the heir, was determined to get Marth back in time for the ceremony. This ceremony would mark the start of Marth's ruling over his tribe. Everybody was excited and eager to start this new timeline. Little did they know, something unexpected was about to happen.

Marth was not secured to the back of the jeep, and it started to roll into some woods. Marth got a peek ahead of him and saw many pine trees, all with roots coming above the ground. The forest was so green and full of life, and that put a smile on his face. He was happy to be back on his way home, being able to leave behind all traces of modern life. About a half hour later, the Jeep sped up to 80 MPH, and a root big enough to send the jeep flying, was lying there in the middle of the road, but the driver did nothing to avoid it. Once the jeep hit that root, WHOOSH, the jeep flew off of the root, and spun in the air just once, but it was enough to send Marth out of the jeep's back end. A few supplies came along with him for the bumpy ride, and now, he was glad that he brought them with him.

They never noticed he was missing, and no matter what Marth did, he could never get their attention. There he was, in the middle of a pine forest, all by himself with just a few days worth of food and water. He had no idea where he was, and he hoped he could find his way back to at least a city or a cabin. He took it upon himself to follow the road they just took, but in the opposite direction. After a few hours, all attempts to flee the forest seemed futile. his legs were wearing out, and he barely had any energy left, so he put up a tent, and slept off the side of the road for the night.

While he was asleep, some cars were passing him, but one of them was a huge black van. It slowly pulled to a stop, and one person got out. He had come up to the tent, and threw a grenade full of sleepy gas into it. Marth heard it, but was too late to react. It went off, and put Marth right back to sleep. Why anybody would want to kidnap him was beyond common sense, but they took him away, and threw him into the back. Once they had their "Prize", they went off into the woods.

An hour after the kidnapping, the jeep was back, and raided the tent, but saw that it was empty. They all of a sudden turned mournful, knowing that a totally new guy would have to take the throne.

It was dark, cold, and wet within this quiet, dank place, as rats and roaches, strangely, were nowhere to be found, despite their hardiness, likely because of the sheering cold temperatures outside. The very air seemed to cause the warmest of men to quiver in the cold, ice stalagmites forming on what seemed to be a ceiling. This was, however, no cave. This was a prison.


It had been built for the worst of criminals in the cold, dark land of Russia, the guards themselves dressed heavily in the fur of the wolves and bears, as they stood outside many of the cells where the residents therein continued their slow, but painful journey toward death, as the very cold would slowly freeze their lightly clothed bodies to death. However, as if to taunt them, the warden made sure they got all the needed nutrients and water to simply keep themselves alive, their own body heat keeping them alive, slowing the mind numbingly painful process and causing one of the most torturous environments one could make for a prisoner, as they would often be forced go through several cycles of frostbite a week, eventually recovering after going through the cycle, only to get another case the next day and having to endure the pain of the icy cold once more.


However, there were worse punishments than this in this domain of creeping, as even prisoners here could summon the anger and bravery to fight back, only to be beaten, put in solitary confinement, but never executed, as the guards let the cold do that.

But there was a prisoner that suffered more than anyone else in these cold, stone walls. In one room, cut off from the rest by a large stone door, as he sat chained with cold steel along his hands, arms, and legs, even around his eyes, as he simply lied there, silently conserving his energy for his next meal. No one, not even the warden himself knew who he was, or where he came from. But, of course, as anyone, he did what he was told by the higher authorities, whom he had never met himself. In the beginning, this prisoner had struggled and yelled in a different language, but had only brought more punishment on himself in doing so, causing his ruckus to cease to exist. Now he spent most of his time simply laying on the ground, sitting up to try to keep already freezing skin from touching the even colder stone floor below him, or sleeping. The guards had given him longer chains so that he could eat, however, they only went so far; in themselves becoming an element of torture in this stronghold of suffering and despair. This was the story of an exile, who had long lost the tastes and feelings of his own home, his very past feeling like a dream…


Back before IT had happened

It was a sunny day, filled with cheerful glances from the sun, as the people of Bestal enjoyed it as they went to their work, selling, buying, making, whatever peasants were supposed to do. However, Ishcar understood none of these things. Rather, he preferred to live his life away from such things, being the spoiled brat that he was. Even so, he was forced to learn how the peasants lived this day, as it seemed the teacher had decided that a field-trip was in order for Ishcar. As the duke's son walked through the town, he couldn't help but be disgusted with how these peasants dressed and worked.

"Peasants, peh. Why should I even be concerned with such commoners?" He would ask the teacher, his green eyes looking at him sharply. "Well, Ishcarnius. If your ever going to learn to be like your father, you need to realize that the commoners are the reason we can live the way we do. Without them, our technology and politics would mean naught."
The teacher finished, his own black eyes looking at Ishcar's rather scornfully. Ishcar shrugged. He could care less about the blabberings of the teacher. He could do just about anything he wanted.

That night, however, something happened that had not happened every night. Ishcar was asleep, sleeping in the Mansion owned by his family as he heard a crashing sound eminating from his mother's room, looking shocked as he got up in his night-gown, quickly throwing on his royal attire as he shoved open his room door, running down the stairs nearby toward his mother's room, only to find something he would never forget.

The vases were broken, as were the marble statues of women supporting them. The blanket was was ripped and torn...and covered in blood. Ishcar quivered at the sight of it, as he had never seen this much blood before in his entire life. However, he continued to look up at the rest of the bed, spotting...under its sheets, his mother in her nightgown, her left arm limply laying off the side of the bed as her face faced the same direction, blood gushing out of her throat as she layed there, as her eyes were wide-open. Quickly, Ishcar raced to her side, speaking to her at first in a kind and gentle tone, possibly one of the only ones he had ever used in his entire life."Mother?" He asked.

There was no response.

He asked again, a bit louder this time, and more demanding."Mother?"

Once again, there was no response.

At this point, he realized what could have happened...he had heard of death before, but he had never seen it in his lifetime...but still, he tried again."Mother!?" He asked in an even more demanding voice, his eyes beginning to fill with tears. "Mother!!" He exclaimed, yelling loudly as tears poured down from his face. "You...can't be dead! You can't be!" He would yell even louder. But the damage was already done. His mother was dead, and he hugged her body, crying bitterly as he held her even closer, her face pressing against his. At this point, his brother burst in, wearing his nightgown as his brown, short hair foreshadowed his currently sharpened eyes as Ishcar turned toward him. "Brother...who...why?" Ishcar would ask, looking wrought in anger and pain as he had never experienced before in his entire life. "Do not call me brother, murderer." Said the older man, as guards followed him in, surrounding Ishcar. "Ishcarnius, you are hereby arrested and charged with murder. You are sentenced to life in prison and exile." Ishcar's brother would finish, walking out of the room with a certain pride as if he was dealing with a commoner, and nothing more.


Now here he was,and despite all of his rights as the son of the duke, he had become nothing more than a criminal in the eyes of his people, and perhaps rightly so. Perhaps he really did kill his mother in anger. Perhaps it was him who cut the throat of the one he loved out of anger and pride...but it wouldn't make sense, not even to one who now didn't even speak. Now, he merely thought and felt, for that was all he could do now, for even sight eluded him after being sent to this god-forsaken prison.

However, today was to be different from other days for the young exile. For today, his salvation would come, as Ishcar himself would feel something different. There were new footsteps in the hallway, and they carried a certain air...a feeling unlike the ones of those prisoners, slow and heay, being worn down by grief and sorrow. Rather, these felt light and quick, as if someone was rushing through the prison, as the vibrations were barely felt through his body.

He heard the rattling of keys, the sound of some murmurs, and something stange had happened. The door, which was usually bypassed by a small slot for entering in crusty old breed and disgusting water,
was opened.

Brandon put his sword away in his sheath after cutting some bushes out of his way in the dense forest of the unknown island he was on. He needed to get something very important that he needed before he returned to destroy…them….The evil organization that made him a monster. The evil organization whom which made him leave his home land and his family because of the terrible things that were done to him. As Brandon continued to explore deeper into the hot, humid, tropical forest he thinks back to when things were better….

Brandon just got back home from his high school and he had made some great grades as usual. He had big dreams and hopes that would make him have a great wonderful life. As he settled down in his home there was a very loud knock on the door. “Who is it?” The door was kicked down and some shady looking men held him down and knocked him out with a tranquilizer. When he woke up he was lying on a table with more shady looking men and women around him.

“Who are you people?” Brandon asks in a frightened voice. All of them spoke at the same time. “We are an organization that will make the world….a better place to live in. However we need you to help us make a better world. Will you do it? Will you help us achieve our dream?” Brandon looked into their eyes, he knew that they weren’t nice at all…they had the look of sheer evil on their faces and he could see it in their eyes. “NO! I WILL NOT HELP YOU! YOU’RE SICK! YOU’RE ALL SICK!”

They all just stared at him. “If you refuse to help us then we have no choice but to make you. You will help us or suffer grave consequences!” At that point they started pulling out different experimental tools and strapped Brandon down. At that point all Brandon could remember was the sheer agony of pain he felt. He couldn’t stop them…he just gave up…he was now their perfect experiment. For several months afterwards Brandon began to go through a series of tests on his newfound ability.

Brandon suddenly realized that he could transform into anything from real to imaginable. One experiment they did was to see if he could actually interact with different animals…say a squirrel. He was forced to change into that form and interact and wasn’t allowed to change back until they felt the experiment was a success. Finally Brandon saw an opportunity to break free of this terrible place. When they let him out he acted as though as if he was going to do what he has to do like always. He then dashed off and grabbed 2 200 bullet shotguns that were carelessly left on a table.

From there he shot them like he never thought he could and then escaped the place that gave him this terrible ability. Brandon felt he shouldn’t stay in his homeland anymore because he felt he was dangerous or rather…a monster. Brandon snuck onto the next ship out into the Atlantic Ocean and from there he arrived on the unknown island he was on. When he got there he met a hooded mysterious man that taught him the ways of the sword and magic. The old mysterious man then told him of a special fountain on the top of the volcano. He needed to go there to get a special item that would help him destroy the terrible organization.


After thinking back to the past all that made him feel was more determined to get his vengeance on that terrible place. Brandon then stormed through the forest slashing at everything with his new sword. He was mad and he wanted to destroy them so bad. Brandon thinks to himself thinking: “I have to destroy them…what if they already done this to other people? They need to be wiped off the face of the world!” With that Brandon approached a path that lead up to the top of the volcano.

David gets up feeling refreshed. He looks out the window to see a shiny sky. He then heads for one side of town when he then saw some cops complaining. "Ya the computers just all of a sudden do not work!" Said the cop smacking the dashboard reciever. "Might be a malfunction upstairs at the PD." Said the cop leaning in through the window. "What ever it is it has to go, or else criminals might do whatever they want!" Just then something hit David. Criminals? Hopefuly not any of the ones I ran into. But they do fit the bill, the kid ran after overhearing something!... purhaps I am jumping to conclusions... but it will not hurt to investigate. "Say sirs! any ideas on when this happend?" The cop leans forward to the dashboard to look past his coheart, close enough to the window to be unconfertable "About an hour ago." David scratches his head and walks away.

Later that day he walked by an abandend warehouse, about a block where he met those 2 goons. He then started to see a few goons like them walk out. "Hey dousn't he look like that one fellow?" said the one in red on the right pointing. "Sure does, the sniper saw him good, took the both out in one second!" Said the one on his left. wearing black atire. They both walk briskly up to David. "So yous has a problem with the Hafia!" Said the Red one crossing his arms. "Oh? the Hafia?" "Ya the boss named it after the mafia, its what he calls the... NEW MAFIA!!" Silence befalls the 3 of them for a moment then its broken in a split second. "Night Night!" says the red one taking out a tazer. "Huh? wha-" just then he was cut off with a surge of electricity flowing threw him, knocking him out for some time.

A month later he comes through to see him in captivity east of a large organization of red and black and blue men, all buff and bulk enough to punch in a wall with a tap of their pinky. "What is going on here! I must Teleport I... Hmm! Wait I can't use my powers!" just then a large men in Dark Violet walks up to a high levitating platform that flys over a large group of henchmen. "Must be the head honcho." The figure raises his arms and says "TODAY! we have tested a new virus on humans and has wonderful affects! new, more buff then before! If you have not taken in this virus yet then I suggest you take it now!" He then puts his arms down and begins to speak again. "You have seen the adverse affects, all extra powers of anybody gets drained to not being used anymore, the test subject is none other than... OUR PRISONER!" A light shines at Davids cage What! they knew? David stands up and fixes his tie. "Ahem... greetings." The figure raises his eyebrow "Oh? you are awake then! good! you get to hear what all we have done!, before humans we have tested animals and made them into abnormal creatures!" David blinks is surprise of this feat. "We have worked on this for years, hidden and scatterd across the world, and now its in affect, just remember... all technology is now at our control." David blinks again with a wince of fatigue. "Stressed? I would be too if I was you... but wait... i'm not! now as formal business we shall begin small and work our way up, I will not let out our real plan till much later. Dang, hes got that nip in the bud, although he must not be too sure I will stay in here incase I do escape sence he is not chancing a thing "Oh and David, we did reserch on you this past month, we know all about you! infact that you are 200 years old with a 32 year stength and mind!" This guy sounds like a pain! must be a way out.
"Meeting ajourned! I Kenek dismisses you all!" Hmm he slipped his name and his goones slipped the name of the group, at this early I should be able to make head way and out think my way out David looks to the left and sees a few guards in black dosing off. I just have to wait a bit

Mitch wakes up the next morning around 6 am. He finally decides that if anything is ever gonna change, he needs to be the one to change it. Mitch gathers all this stuff that he needs and walks out the door. As soon as he steps on the sidewalk. People are shouting.

"Get out of here!"

"We don't like your kind"

"Why are you even alive?!"

"Why don't we even know your name?"

Constant chatter from the people around him went through his mind until he couldn't stand it anymore.

"ENOUGH!!"

Everyone becomes quiet.

"Does it really make you feel better just to take all your useless questions to me?! Am I the only one in the God-Forsaken village that is hated by everyone? Tell me, what do you all have to gain from all this useless chatter to make me feel bad? Does it make you feel better about yourselves? Do you all have something to hide?! I mean, really! Come on! Take a moment to just SHUT UP AND LET ME LIVE A NORMAL LIFE!!!"

Mitch them walks off and leaves the village hoping to find a village that he can finally call home. He walks in a random direction. He has no idea where he is headed, but he hopes that it is a place that he can get along with people a lot better. A place where people will accept him for who he is and not what he looks like. He continues walking until the sun is setting and decides to sleep and continue the next day. End of day one. Time to sleep on the rocky outcrop.

The van was strolling off, and Marth woke up quite fast. He quickly realized that he was being kinapped for reasons unknown, and he could'nty do anything because he was chained up, so he sat there, and waited for the kidnappers to take him wherever they were going.

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What seemed like days, after a few hours, the back door suddenly opened. The shining light has burned Marth's eyes as he could barely hold them open. A few seconds had passed, and they thugs came out and took Marth by the chains to an abandoned warehouse. They locked him up on the basement level in some sort of chain cage. One of the thugs then said, "Listen, you make ANY attempt to escape, we shoot you." He had pulled out an AK-47. The one with the gun sat down next to the cage, while the other one went up to get the thugs some food. Marth then sat on the floor, and tried to meditate, but the thug shot a warning shot, and told him not to meditate.

Marth was getting bored just a few minutes in, and the other thug, whose name was Alvin, came down and gave his partner, Jake something to eat. The two of them then decided to torture marth by eating it right in front of him, but Marth had closed his eyes. They didn't notice Marth wasn't looking, so they continued to eat like the idiots they were. Once they finished, Alvin went upstairs to make some sort of call. Jake stayed down to watch Marth, but then had to use the bathroom, so he decided to be nice and leave the room. Right as Jake left, Marth tried to snap the chains against the walls, but all seemed futile.

Marth was not willing to accept that he was kidnapped, and tried all he could to escape, but Jake was back in a flash, and Marth stopped as soon as he came in. the chains had gotten a tad weaker, but not enough for Marth to snap right off. The rest of the day was food torture and being locked up.

The next day was a new day though. Marth started to complain that he had to use the bathroom. Alvin got irritant of it, and took him out, keeping the chains on him. At a nearby tree, Marth started to go, but then tried to book it, but was then shot in the ankle. He fell like a tree, and was unable to get up. "Tsk tsk tsk, trying to flee, eh? Well, good news, IT'S NOT GOING TO WORK! You wanna know why? Because we ain't stupid. now go to the bathroom or don't go at all." Marth had gone, and limped on his swollen ankle, and was thrown back into the cage. Alvin was the one keeping an eye on him today, while Jake was doing other things...

After consent thinking he over heard some guards talking. "Ya Kenek just went to his HQ on the other side of the kingdom." said the one in blue walking by. "You would think he would have something to do but loung at home in that citidel of his, at least thats what he calls it." said the red one talking back. The one in blue shruged and said "Well Centora isn't the best city to put it but it does have its perks. David then perked up at the sound Centora? but thats so far away! David then gets up and pases back and forth, now its only him and a guard in blue next to the cage in a big cargo area. "I feel like a animal!" then a voice rang out. "But your not!" David then looks to the voice and sees the same little kid. "I got curious and followed you" David then asks "Well then while your here mind helping me out?" The kid nods "Yes!" The kid takes out some keys. "I stole this from the guards out front." So he doesn't even trust the guard next to the cage? wow that would make it too easy I guess "By the way what is your name?" The kid looks up and says "Pablo, now quick follow me!"

After some back tracking they run forward and saw the same 2 guards. "What? hey!" Said the red one pointing. "Uh oh! quick to the sewers!" David double takes to Pablo. "Eh!?" Pablo grabs david and says "Just follow! its also a way out of the city quicker, oh and here a PP90 pistol" David wags his finger "No need I got my.... WHAT! WHERE IS MY GOLDEN REVOLVER!... of course..." David takes the PP90. "Now down there!" Pablo says pointing to a manhole in the middle of the warehouse. David and Pablo picks up the manhole lid and David slips through. The 2 guards catch up to Pablo. "Oh its just a kid, now listen this place is not a playground! now get!!" David heard through the lid. "Now i'll head this way."

David goes to a corner and turns and is shocked with what he sees. "What? aligators? with human legs? they must have been infected by the virus... say but how?" The aligator things start laping up sewer water and their eyes grew red and grew a fraction more of their original size. "Of course its poluted!" David then takes out his PP90. "I'll call them Aligors." David takes aim and shoots. The aligor closest turns and sees him, it begans to drool as it moves fast like a dog on all 4's at high speed. "What? thats a twist." David begans shooting and unloads a 18 bullet clip. David reloads as it closes in. The Aligor dives and David dodges by spinning back around the corner. After becoming a temporary balarina he stops and takes aim. After unloading another clip it dies. "Bach.... phew!" David then continues the way he is going.

After a few hours he comes across a fork in the sewers. "No map, just great!" he then hears voices behind him. "So he went this way?" said a deep voice. "Yes Commander Sall!" said another. "I have been ordered to keep him under facility, if Kenek finds out I failed he'll have my head! Now start up the Sewer machine, the Volcan!" David winces at the deepness of the voice. "and I was thinking it was going to be candy land down here..." David then continues and takes the left path.

After a while he ended up to a dark path. "I think I took the wrong way..." Then the same deep voice speaks from infront of him. "You are right my good sir!" Lights then shine and infront of them the tunnel lights shine. "Err so bright!" the machine is a big tunneler with a drill. "Go back or become mence meat!" David clenches hi teeth "Over my dead body!" "What? fine VALCON START UP!" The machine beguns to churn as it swiftly drives forward to David. "Ahh!" David begins shooting. "Hahaha! the steel won't be affected by such a weapon!" David begins backing up. "Hes right!... hmm" David then ducks as the roller machine gets closer, as it gets to him he jumps over the sewer water under the drill and swings under it as he clamps on to some handles at the belly of the digger machine. "WHAT! where did he go? is he dead?" David shimys south and puts a leg on the left sidewalk of the sewers. Then he pops behind it and tiptoes to the ladder. He scales the ladder and pops up in a large sewer container outside the city. "Well i'm out" In a distence he can see a forest plus a mountain. "First things first, top of the mountain to see where I am!" David then jumps down and sets foot to the forest.

Brandon continued to climb the mountain with a feeling of vengeance in his heart. Brandon was very determined to reach the top so he can find out what is in this mysterious fountain the hooded man told him about. Brandon thought to himself: “Could it be some kind of special weapon? Maybe it’s a fountain that can change me back to what I was? It could be the fountain of youth? Who knows?”

After going through the dense tropical island forest the young man finds a small path that leads to the top of the mountain. After making sure it was safe Brandon then set off on the path that he hopes leads to a great fountain where he will receive something important. Slowly but surely he climbed and climbed until he reached a huge gap that leads to the rest of the path. (Thinking): “Darn! I can’t jump that far. I guess I have no choice….” Brandon then transforms into a bird and flies across the gap then changes back to his natural human form. “I hate using these God forsaken powers.”

As he continued on he reached a spot where it was required of him to actually climb up the rest of the way. Being that he was not a climber Brandon once again had to use his powers to get to the top. Brandon transforms into a mountain goat and jumps and skips to the top. Once he arrived at the top he changes back to natural form again. “This is it!”

“It seems I have to place my sword in that hole right on the top.” Brandon walks to the little hole and places his sword in it. The sword suddenly glows and Brandon swiftly drew it back out of the hole. The mountain started to rumble and shake. It seems as though Brandon may have caused an earthquake that could be felt around the world!

As soon as the shaking was over Brandon opened his eyes. Right before him was the fountain he was looking for. Brandon approached the fountain not knowing what to do. Suddenly a mysterious feminine voice telepathically speaks to him. “Step into the fountain young vengeful youth.” Brandon slowly stepped into the fountain.

Suddenly a blinding flash appeared before him and the fountain absorbed him into its center. When Brandon finally could see again a young woman stood before him. “Ye who is the youth of a normal innocent human. There is something important I must do for ye before you shall proceed with your quest for vengance. Here take it young one.” The lady touches Brandon and suddenly feels a surge of tingling energy and comfort coursing through his body. “The process is done. You may leave.” Brandon asks: “But what did you give me? Did you just rejuvinate me?” The young lady says: “I unlocked a hidden abililty you have had your whole life. One day you will use that power to take down all the evils in the world. Now go young one and make the world a better place to live in.”

A blinging light flashed again and Brandon awoke on top of the mountain again. The fountain mysteriously vanished and Brandon didn’t really know where to go next. Brandon decided to stay on top of the mountain for the night and proceed to get off the island. As time went by Brandon noticed strange lights not too far away. “Is that…a city? Wait a minute? Is this really an island? …..This isn’t an island! This is a coast to some continent of some sort! If this is so…then tommorow I’ll set off to that city. That might be where I need to go next!” Brandon layed down on the hard rock of the mountain and fell asleep…..

Ivan stumbled and hit the ground hard. Why had he even decideded to do this? . The cold began to seep into him from the ground. It was cold in the Steppes. Ivan picked himself up and forced himself to take another step...Even his army training hadnt prepared him for this. The cold, The hunger, The fatigue...It was getting the best of him. Ivan stopped and looked up at the sky, ominous clouds were gathering like vultures to a carcass. He needed to find shelter...and fast. Ivan walked another five minutes and came upon a forest. this could be dangerious...The Snow Leopards are hungry tonight .
Ivan stood infront of the forest for a few seconds making his decision I will be able to find shelter here...but at what a risk? . Just then he heard a roar in the distance. Despite the possible dangers of the Snow Leopards Ivan finally decided to take his chances, after all it was certain death out here in the elements or possible death in there with the Snow leopards. Ivan wacked away some brush with his double-bladed axe and disapeared into the forest. Imediatly, the darkness consumed him, his eyes, previously accustomed to the light of day, could decipher next the nothing in the forest.
Slowly, his eyes become accustomed to the darknes and what met his gaze was...far from lovely. There were big paw prints in the snow right beneath him. Snow was falling, despite the thin layer of the pines. Ivan bent down to get a closer look These tracks could be no more than an hour old. Ivan made a quick decision and turned the the left and started walking hopfully the leopard had gone a ways. Ivan continued to walk, the forest was getting denser and the sky blacker.
Soon Ivan could not even see his own hands and was forced to feel his way along. For the second time that day he asked himself Why did I decided to do this? All of a sudden the hair on Ivan's neck stood straight on end. His army sixth sense was telling him that something was watching him. Then a ear-splitting roar errupted from right behind him. Ivan turned quickly and swung his axe at the leopard, already in the air. His axe hit the frozen ground after sliceing off one of the leopards ears. Ivan pulled on the handle with all his might but the axe head was stuck firmly in the ground. Seeing its chance the leopard sprung again, sure of its catch. The cat let out a blood-curdeling roar as it jumped into the air...then all was silence.

David then walks and sees a bunch of trees around him. "How can a person ever find their way through such a maze?" David keeps walking and sees a dead half eaten corpse of what was a soldier for Kenek's army. In his hand was a broken pistol. "Hmm I might need this for later, I'll just keep it for now." David continues walking and gets irritated by the sence of being lost. "Just keep going forward and i'll end up somewhere... hopefuly!" After some hours of walking a person jumps down. "Halt!" said a tall guy with black hair, brown boots, and Black clothing, and brown eyes. He had a sword at his belt and a shotgun on his back. "Oh! I do say i'm lost." Said David puting a hand on his holdister. "I would like to know the reason for entering these woods." Said the tall guy. "Well... If I say i'm running from Kenek's mafia he'll refuse me in a heart beat!... I know! I havn't left town before so I just wanted to explore, but I forgot to get a map." The tall guy laughes "If if you did go looking for a map there would be none sence no one has explored this forest, the only civilization is in the forest or in that town just south of the forest. on the other side is a mountain following a desert with a canyon so no one is over there." David thinks to himself. Good! just what I need, a way to nowhere so I can escape this horrid nightmare! If only I had my powers I would teleport "While i'm here mind if I have a place to stay?" The tall guy says rather quickly "We don't associate with anyone outside of the forest!" David thinks again. Look like perswasion is in order... "What can I do to gain trust?" The tall guy raises an eyebrow. "Nothing can gain the trust of our small town, we have been hiding from those evil people recking the cities way up north. Just to find more in the south." David then brightens. "Wait! your hiding from them too?" The tall guy then laughes again. "Nice try, but lies won't help you out." David shakes his head. "No really! i'll tell you my story if it means gaining a way away from them." The tall guy raises an eye brow again. "Make it good." David then tells him all that has transpired. "Intresting, your either telling the truth, or you are great at thinking on your toes, either way i'm still not letting you by" He takes out his blade. "NOW last warning, leave now!" David then thinks fast. "Actualy I would rather die here then with them, and it would end this nightmare, so go ahead chop me in half." The tall guy is startled by the comment. "What?" David then speaks louder "CHOP ME UP!" The tall guy breaks in a large laughter "You know you have spunk, and yet I see truth in your expressions... I believe you, but ONE wrong move and off goes your head. Oh and the name is Serkon, you?" David smiles "David" Serkon nods then becons David to come with him.

They make it to a small curcle of wooden cottages. Serkon then says "I'm an engineer, I make weapons to fight off other people, can't fight guns with swords now can we?" David shakes his head no. "Say I found this." David shows Serkon the broken gun. "Hmm... it be nice to tinker with something again, sence everyone has a gun already! but I need more parts, or a gun host." David shows Serkon his gun. "That will do, and I made up a guest bed across the room. I'll be working on this while you have a nice rest, deal?" David shakes his head "Yes"

David got up yawning. Serkon then looks over to David "Oh? your gun is ready, it can hold 20 ammo, and hits harder with these hand crafted shells." David picked up 10 clips and a gun that also has a lazer on top. "I call it the Desert Falcon. Hits as hard as a normal Desert Eagle but has a lazer aiming system and more rounds to boot." David puts the DF away "Thanks alot, but as much as I appriciate this but I have to be moving" Serkon raises an eyebrow "Everything is boring around here, and they already put me out of commision with the new guard..." The ground starts shaking. "Eh? whats that!" Serkon points out the window and sees a large digger smash the trees. David then takes out the DF "Blast it they followed me! Some new guard!" Serkon shakes his head "He had morning duty and I had night duty." Then an intercom voice becomes audible. "OK is this working?... good, AHEM! We are looking for a fugitive named David, we would like him dead or alive. I know hes here so if you don't show him we will burn and ground this villidge to a pulp!" Everyone out sides starts yelling and one opens the door. "Come quick!" Serkon and David leave the house through the back door. Serkon stretches "Jeff we will take care of him." Jeff shakes his head. "No! just go over to the mountains we will take care of him." Serkon shakes his head in distraught "Alright then be careful..." Jeff runs to the other side of the house. "Well david Now its personal, i'm comming wither you like it or not." David nods "I'll need the help anyway." They set off using the large triangle above the trees as a compass.

Now that Mitch was finally awake, he had discovered something he had not noticed before he shut his eyes.

"Civilization? I can't be..."

Mitch begins walking, but even after his rest on the rocky outcrop, his feet still ached from the walking he has undured. Hed started limping towards the town which he thought may have been a mirage, but at this point, he was able to risk anything to get some water in his system. 20 minutes of walking, the town seemed to go further away from him. He started running and fell to the ground and rolled his ankle. But for some reason, he didn't feel any pain. As if he had the power to heal himself. He began walking much more, and still the town seemed miles and miles away.

"Oh, COME ON!!! All I want is some freakin water!!"

Mitch starts walking much slower and slower until he was at the verge of giving up.. he falls to his knees breathing heavily. He starts to look around with the sweat rolling down his face. He wipes the sweat off with his sleeve and drops his arms as if they had went limp. He listened clsely to see if he could hear any cibilization, but he heard nothing except the vultures above him. Thinking that this was the end for him, he lays on the abandoned road with his face down on the concrete.

"Why did I even leave my home.. Just to look for a new place? knowing my luck, I will not find anyone who will accept me for who I am on the inside.. What the heck was I thinking?! If I can't make it anywhere in my lfe, then just kill me now, God!!! .... *sigh* Talking to myself isn't gonna get me anywhere. I need to find the strength to help me proceed and find what I am looking for. But what is my reason?"

Mitch then changes his position fro laying face down on the cement to sitting on the road..

"I need to find a reason to keep going.