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| Topic Started: Oct 30 2007, 07:45 PM (28 Views) | |
| Kakashi Elite | Oct 30 2007, 07:45 PM Post #1 |
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I put this on my DA account, (Leedude165) So don't say I stole it from anyone cause I made it. -------- The boy sat in the tiny warehouse, looking out the large window at the full moon. It was a quiet night, but the boy didn’t seem to notice. Tears ran down his face in small streaks, letting the moon shine of him ever so slightly. The pale boy was no older than ten, but he wore clothes fit for a street rat. His blue eyes shined in the moonlight as he sat on one of the many boxes in the warehouse. The door a few meters behind him opened, revealing another, much older boy. He was 16 with hazel eyes and brown hair, but he looked much tougher than the little boy. A small scar ran across his left cheek, which wasn’t clearly visible in the moonlight. “What’s up?” The sixteen year old walked over to the smaller boy and patted him on the head. “You know you aren’t supposed to be here. If you got caught there wouldn’t be anyone that could help ya.” The brown haired boy smiled as he let go of the blond boy’s hair. “Sorry sir.” The blond boy wiped the tears from his eyes with his dirty sleeve. “Hey Billy, there isn’t any reason for the sorry. You need to be tough now, you understand? And call me Jet; I hate all that official stuff.” Billy looked up at the leader, and smiled slightly. “I was thinking of my parents.” Jet silently acknowledged the boy with a nod as he stared up at the full moon. “Do you remember your parents, Jet?” Billy asked hesitantly. Jet must have been in a good mood to not be kicking or yelling like he usually is. Of course, you kind of have to be that way when you hang out in a group like this. “I barely remember them at all to tell you the truth. They were there one day and the next… They were just gone, y’know?” That’s the way it was with all their parents, ever since that new law was passed it was hard for parents to keep kids like them around. “Of course you know I started this rebellion to protect kids like us.” Jet said, fixated on the moons glow as he spoke. “The blades, y’know? They ruined our lives, and yet they’re the most loved gift we could ever have.” Billy looked up at Jet once more. “You mean you have one too?” The blond boy seemed slightly confused. Jet chuckled a little. “You don’t know that’s why your apart of this group?” Billy shook his head. “I don’t even understand why people hate us.” Jet exhaled moved a hand through his hair. A blade in the shape of a key appeared in his hand, it was a combination of red and black, but it held in a comforting glow. “People hate us because they’re scared. They don’t understand the blades and their powers. So instead of changing for us, they call us outcasts and throw us out on the street. After that, the only way to live is to steal; and you get the picture from there.” Jet looked down at the blond boy, who finally had some understanding in his eyes. “What’s yours?” The older boy asked as a blade appeared in a flash of neon green in the younger boy’s hand. It was a traditional gunblade, but it held a bright green glow in the center of its metal. “Nice. I haven’t seen a gunblade in this group for a long time, and the last guy who had one was a great fighter.” Jet smiled at the boy. “He looked a lot like you too.” The older boy punched him gently in the arm as the warehouse door burst open, causing dust to fly up in a cloud in two directions. “Jet!” A girl in all grey raggedy clothes shouted through the door. “The police are here!” “What, who told them about this base?!” Jet’s commander voice snapped into action, which surprised the small boy sitting next to him. “We’re not sure sir. All we know is we are surrounded except for the back exit!” The girl explained as she remained at the door. “Crap. Okay, get our finest fighters out in the front of that building. I want all the children who can’t fight or assist out of the building ASAP. Got it memorized?” The girl turned and ran out of the warehouse, shouting Jet’s orders to a giant base. Jet turned back to the blond boy. “That means you too.” He said in his gentle voice as he ran out of the gray warehouse. Billy quickly followed behind him. The base was huge for a kid’s rebellion. It was as big as two airplane hangars, but held hundreds of kids and boxes of supplies. It was all gray, like the rest of the world during this time. The only light came from florescent lamps, far from the floor. If a bulb went out, it took days to change. Normally, it would be a nice place. But now kids of all ages from up to 18 to as young as 7 years old were running in different directions, all trying to follow their orders before the imminent arrival of the police. The back exit was crowded by children attempting to leave, while all three entrances were blocked by the fighters of the group. They were all huddled around Jet, listening to his orders. “Alright, we’ve expected this day. Some of us have even been through it before. We get an estimate of 500 police out there. Remember, we are just distracting! If we wanted to kill them, we could have done that a long time ago!” The last line resulted in shouts from some of the tougher fighters. “Try not to kill them, even if they don’t do the same for you. You don’t want murder on your record if you ever get caught. Understand?” Everyone nodded or responded with ‘yes sir’. “Good. Now, let’s have some fun.” The speech got all kinds of shouting and blades of all sort appearing in the fighters’ hands. Billy looked at Jet as he ran to the back exit. He may be able to fight, but the police were tough, and he was following orders. He waited in the groups in front of the exit at first, but found the process way to slow. He eventually began pushing his way through the crowd and out into the open area behind the base. There were a few fighters that were guarding this area, just in case the police got this far. Billy ran and jumped the fence that the assistants were leading them to. He then followed the rest of the kids into a long dark tunnel that apparently led to some sort of safety. Jet stood at the middle entrance, one keyblade in each hand. In his right hand was his normal red and black blade. In his left hand sat a white and blue keyblade. A tear fell from his face onto the white and blue blade, which made it shine in the gray warehouse. “I’ll keep my promise, Marxie. No death today.” Jet looked back up at the door and struck his two keyblades together to make a high pitched screech. He repeated this over and over and eventually others picked up on the beat. Soon the clashing of metal could be heard by the police force just outside. The group was ready to defend. As the doors opened on each side Jet shouted. “Let’s do this!!” He charged forward, causing all the other fighters to charge after him. The police moved forward, shields and stun sticks at the ready. Their goal was to take these kids alive, were they could rot their lives away in prison for there crimes, but more importantly for being who they are. The police no longer had guns, since the law of 2070, guns killed more people than necessary. Physical attacks would do just fine for dealing with criminals, because no one had guns anymore. It was beginning. 100 fighters vs. 500 police members. Jet felt those odds were better than the previous 50 vs. 1000. That meant each fighter only had to knock out 5 to win this battle. Jet rushed forward and knocked away a police shield with one blade, and struck at the SWAT member with the other blade, knocking the policeman out. Other fighters followed suit, some succeeding, some getting a stun sticks in their gut. The clash of the forces lasted for a few minutes. Jet only got hit by a stun stick once, but he was so used to the pain by now he merely shook it off. Although individual fighters seemed to be doing well, overall it became apparent ‘the law’ had the upper hand. A badly beaten girl fell to the ground; a police officer with a nice gash across his face was about to strike her while on the ground, weapon out of reach. Just as the cop struck, Jet appeared in the way, using the white and blue keyblade, the one he deemed ‘Oathkeeper’, to block off the officer as he used his other blade to knock him back. Jet could now see the number of people still able to fight on each side, it was apparent they were losing. “Fall back!!” The brown haired boy barked at the remaining forces. He quickly helped the injured girl up and ran back to the base with her. Seconds after he entered the base, the doors slammed behind him. “Status report.” Jet shouted out to one of the assistants. “About 50% have made it sir.” Jet cursed under his breath, and moans were heard from all the other fighters. “What are they doing back there?” Jet asked as if he didn’t know as the police rammed the door. Jet cursed again, a bit louder that time. The police finally broke through the doors, it seemed like their efforts to lock it were not good enough. “Freeze!” A young man, somewhere in his 20’s stepped out of the police group holding two black gunblades. “Jeremy?” Jet openly questioned the old group commander. “That’s right Jet. I got out of the slammer early for agreeing to bring you down. Isn’t it like old times?” The traitor questioned with an evil smile. “Old times that have been long gone!” Jet shouted back. “Oh, is that Marxie’s keyblade?” Jeremy had just noticed the Oathkeeper Jet was holding. “You miss her don’t you?” The commander questioned as if talking to a small child. “Shut up!!!” Jet ran forward with blinding speeds and struck downward with both his and Marxie’s blade. “Pathetic.” Was the last word uttered. ---------- That was the story. I wrote the sqeuel, but I dont think I'll put it up. I based Jet off our very own KE. He may be a little too soft to be KE, but I tryed.  Note: I made all the characters except for Marxie(who belongs to bunbun369). But keyblades and gunblades are © of SquareEnix. Oh yeah, and Nowhere Kids is not based off the song. It may sound similar, but I didn't mean it to. C&C would be awesome! Thanks!  Created by Rock Lee The Hero, recovered by ~*KE*~ |
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| Kakashi Elite | Oct 30 2007, 07:53 PM Post #2 |
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Wow, you just get better an better! I hope you post the sequel, I'm starting to get into your work
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| Kakashi Elite | Oct 30 2007, 07:53 PM Post #3 |
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Oh man, you better put up the sequel and not leave us in suspense, so come on man
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| Kakashi Elite | Oct 30 2007, 07:58 PM Post #4 |
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Dude i just got done reading it and its awesome and i love the kingdom hearts theme with the keyblades and thre gunblades. Dude you rock. Created by Shikachi, recovered by ~*KE*~ |
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| Kakashi Elite | Oct 30 2007, 07:59 PM Post #5 |
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Why didn't I see these comments? XD Here's the sqeuel. ------------- The red and blue lights of the police cars shined on the gray walls. Children’s cries could be heard from far within the dark tunnel. The back exit had not led to children’s safety; even those who were experienced fighters could get through the police force that blocked the end of the tunnel. Billy and a few kids sat in the tunnel, trying to figure out what to do. If they didn’t do something, police would be coming from the entrance of the tunnel and the whole distraction would have been in vain. “Can we sneak by?” One of the kids asked the guard who had escaped the police at the end of the tunnel. “No chance. There is as many there as the groups of fighters were holding off.” The guard spoke in whisper, in fear of the police force’s listening devices. “You mean ‘are holding off’.” Still having faith in Jet, Billy corrected him harshly. “And we don’t have to hold them off; we just need to get past them. Even with so few of us, we still have a chance.” Most of the kids look convinced at Billy’s plan, but the guard seemed to see the plan failing horribly because he started to almost shout at all the kids. “We can’t get past 500 police officers! You are all crazy!” The group decided to take a vote. “How many for staying here and making a new plan?” 20 out of the 50 kids raised their hands, one of them being the guard. “That’s 30 to 20.” Billy turned towards the exit of the tunnel, “Let’s go.” “Pathetic.” Was the last word uttered by Jeremy before he was struck him in both shoulders, slicing both his arms clean off. “You fool. You promised Marxie there would be no more killing.” Jet stood up, slightly surprised at what his anger did to his old mentor. “No… I promised no more killing of the innocent. Killing you is avenging her death, you monster.” Jeremy laughed in his last breath, blood nearly streaming out of what was left of his shoulders. “You should have heard her, with her ‘last request’…. She told me to do anything to her as long as I didn’t kill you. She-” Jeremy was cut off by Jet, literally. His head rolled across the ground toward stunned police officers. The next in command of the police looked from the head to Jet. His pudgy face turned a bright shade of purple as he shouted, “Get them!!” Billy sat looking as far into the police’s force as he could from where he was. The estimate was right; he counted around 500 police officers waiting. “When do we move?” Asked a quiet voice behind Billy, all 50 kids were behind him, waiting for some type of order to move. Every single one looked nervous staying there and at the possibility of moving towards the police. The blond haired boy turned around, finally having made his choice. “Listen up. We move in a few minutes, but I want you to know that some of us might not make it out of this…” Billy stopped, trying to think of something cool and uplifting to say, like Jet would. But the pause caused the opposite effect. Tears began running down some of the kids’ faces. “But we will make it through in the end, or else lives will just be wasted! We must push through with all our strength, with all out might!” Having finally found some courage, Billy practically shouted at the small group. He, along with the rest of the group, got up and walked towards the exit of the tunnel. Blades began to appear in the children’s hands. A gunblade appeared in each of Billy’s hands as we walked, determined to have a life after this battle that didn’t involve jail. He struck his two gunblades together, making a high pitched screech. He repeated this over and over, just like Jet. Eventually, all the other kids joined in and the sound of clashing metal was audible to the police force outside. Billy’s hair fell down in front of his left of his eye. If he had brown hair, he would have looked like a young Jet. “Let’s do this.” He charged out of the tunnel, straight at the waiting police force. After a moment’s hesitation, the rest of the kids ran out, screaming at the top of their lungs. “Fall back!!!” Jet shouted as he knocked a police officer over the head with his blade. Jet was literally holding back 100 officers as his group ran out the back exit. It was a miracle how he was able to make it out himself. “There is no way to go but through the tunnel, Jet!!” One of the stronger fighters called out. A fence, that the children merely hopped, stood in the way of the tunnel. It would hold off the police for a minute, but not for long enough. Jet looked back at the fence and then at the police again. “We stay and fight.” He said simply as he got into his fighting stance, both blades in front of him. “Your crazy, Jet!! Look at all those guys; we can’t stand up against them! It’s suicide!” One of the fighters retaliated. Jet spun around, looking for the soldier that had said those practically betraying words. When he found the boy, a mere age of eleven, he grabbed him by the collar of his gray and tattered shirt and pulled him up till they met at eye level. “Nothing is suicide unless you think it is! All these fighters know that if you have one second of doubt in your mind while fighting, YOU WILL LOSE!! You got that?!” The boy nodded quickly and Jet lowered him to the ground. Jet turned back to the oncoming police force, then back at the worn out fighters. There was a long moment of silence as the police charged at the fighters. “…Over the fence! Go! Go!! GO!!” Jet shouted as the police got closer. What was the point of fighting now? If the kids weren’t out of the tunnel, then they were doomed anyway. Jet and a few others held back what amount of the police they could as they hopped the fence. Jet was the last one over, and he threw one of his keyblades at the oncoming police force. Jet landed in a sprint and ran after all the other fighters now running through the tunnel towards the exit. Billy struck at the police line knocking out the still stunned police officers. The police had never expected the children to come running out, much less attack them. They hadn’t even had their shields, but managed to defend themselves as best they could. They did outnumber the kids anyway, it shouldn’t be hard. The fight continued for 10 minutes, the continuous waves of children rushed at the police, who kept knocking them back while they tried to get through. None of the kids knew it would have just been easier just to defend and hold the police back. The kids were getting tired as any normal group would be when they tried to beat through 500 law enforcement officers. They had lost about 10 children to police beating them down and arresting them. Billy kept noticing the group was falling back towards the tunnel and tried to push forward. That’s when a 20 year old women with red hair appeared out of the police group. She wore a police uniform, but held two keyblades. Billy charged at her, only to be knocked back again. His force had completely retreated back into the tunnel, and Billy wouldn’t blame them either, he figured he’d be arrested or beat to death. The lady approached and lifted her keyblade high into the air and brought it down on Billy. The boy quickly turned away and closed his eyes, awaiting the final blast of pain that would come with his death. But it never came. Billy opened his eyes to see a familiar black and red keyblade blocking the women from hitting him. “Get up!” Jet’s voice shouted as he pushed the women back. The fighters from Jet’s group ran into the fray with the children from Billy’s squad right at their heels, renewed confidence in their eyes. As Jet knocked one of the keyblades out of the women’s hand Billy quickly stood up and took a fighting stance, ready to help. “Billy!” Jet called out the boys name and held out his hand. The blond boy quickly accepted it, and was thrown at the red haired women, knocking the other keyblade out of her hand. Jet seized the moment and jumped over Billy and slashed at the women, sending her flying across the battlefield and into a park SWAT car. “Times up!” Both boys gave each other a high five as they called out at the same time. After the women was knocked out, the push through the police forces and out onto the street was simple, only losing about 5 people in the last wave. The group all went there separate ways, but all shouted they promised they’d meet again someday. As the two boys ran from the police, Jet turned to the blonde boy. “Y’know kid. I wasn’t born named Jet. My real name was Evan. ‘Jet’ was given by my mentor after I commanded my first battle. Sounds interesting, doesn’t it Blaze?” Billy was confused at first when he said ‘Blaze’; he even looked around for someone else running along with them. But he finally understood it was his new name. Both boys smiled at each other as they turned opposite corners and ran in differnt directions of town. Jet off to find the remainder of his group, while Blaze went to find his squad, but they would never forget this day, or there new friendship. Ever. ----------------- The Great Kid Uprising of 2080 was a turning point for people gifted with the blades. Jet and Blaze were recognized as leaders of the rebellion from that day on, after the escape from the warehouse; they consulted each other whenever possible in defense strategies. Finally, in the year 2097, the rights of people with blades were restored and finally they were recognized as real people. Both Jet and Blaze’s names would go down in history along with other great warrior’s names of the world. But more importantly, they gave people hope when no one seemed to be there for them. And in reality… That’s all they ever really wanted. Created by Rock Lee The Hero, recovered by ~*KE*~ |
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| Kakashi Elite | Oct 30 2007, 08:01 PM Post #6 |
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Awesome simply awesome, dude you got some mad skills when it comes to fan-fiction and I say you should always post your Fan-Fic's here they're great!!! Created by Ororaiya, recovered by ~*KE*~ |
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| Kakashi Elite | Oct 30 2007, 08:01 PM Post #7 |
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Thanks dude! This means alot coming from you guys.
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| Kakashi Elite | Oct 30 2007, 08:02 PM Post #8 |
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Man that was awesome i was moved by how awesome it was kakashi_thumb.gif kakashi_thumb.gif kakashi_thumb.gif kakashi_thumb.gif kakashi_thumb.gif kakashi_thumb.gif Created by Shikachi, recovered by ~*KE*~ |
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| Kakashi Elite | Oct 30 2007, 08:11 PM Post #9 |
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For reals though RLTH any compliments you get are rightly deserved all the effort you probably put into that Fan-Fic, I tihnk calling it awesome is just a little of what it raelly is man ;-) Created by Ororaiya, recovered by ~*KE*~ |
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| Kakashi Elite | Oct 30 2007, 08:12 PM Post #10 |
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Yeah oro is right. Created by Shikachi, recovered by ~*KE*~ |
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