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Posted: Jan 06, 2008 - 09:33 AM
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*This is an old story, and now I edited it big time. Okay now on with the story...
Three Identities
Chapter 1:
Serjio Dolamon walked to his black shiny corvette, passing many trees, bushes and little creatures of the forest. The new forest was located where an old highway used to be.
He was on his way to a show in Indianapolis with his band London May with 2 other members, Luis Antony and Leon Aval, (the two were already in Indy) Serjio was the bassist and the songwriter, but he was the shy one of his band. He was also known to be serious most of the time.
The actual city of Indianapolis 2070 was where the buildings were still up but with much metal reinforcement. They put up special domes that not only protected the city, but they also converted sunlight into energy. All cities on the planet were separated by these domes. And that was just the beginning of change.
Serjio was walking to his shiny black corvette with keys jiggling in his hands. He looked to the sky and seen the flying cars soaring above head, traveling in and out of Indy. He fit his keys threw the keyhole and opened the door.
Let's observe what he looks like. He has black ear length curly hair, hazel eyes, and a short braided beard.
He heard of a band from his parents who got in to music that came from 20 years even before they were born. Though Serjio never seen them, he saw old pictures of this band, and their bassist was his biggest inspiration. He not only played the bass, but he was an artist, DJ, therefore being “multicolored inspiration”, as Serjio would say. Yet, no one exactly knew what he meant by it. That's why he was trying to grow the beard and get it braided, because the old bassist used to have a beard.
His clothes were simple despite his wealth. He wore a simple red T-shirt and loose black jeans. Yes after about 70 years, the style hasn't changed much.
He put the car into “drive” and started driving his corvette, bringing him to the city. But it wasn't just a corvette. It was actually able to grow to the size of a house. With just a push of a button, it turned into his house with a kitchen, living room, working bathrooms, and best of all, his huge room. And almost everyone had one of these cars. The only buildings left were business buildings and such.
Sadly Serjio had no idea what was up ahead.
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Somewhere else, a brunette was tanning in the sun. He was in an artificial beach, named Long Sound Beach. It was covered in brown and tan soft, hot sand. Fresh water touched it as it moved in and back, splashing waves. The clouds traveled overhead; blocking the sun just enough so it wasn’t burning our brunette into a French fry.
The brunette had his eyes concealed under sunglasses as he closed his eyes; just thinking about some things…when something shot his awareness back to Earth.
It was repetitive beeping, and then a Spanish rap tune grabbed his full attention.
He looked over to where he saw his old fashioned cell phone ringing with a number blinking. For us, his cell phone was the newest kind, it was an iPhone, but it was old fashioned in his day and age.
He looked to the number that showed up: "1-478-5670"
"What could they possibly want?" He asked himself as he groaned and reached for his cell, "I'm on vacation, damn it!"
He moved his brown curly hair out of the way of his ear and listened for a voice.
"Walker..." A high cranky voice was heard on the other line.
"What do you want, old man?"
"Don't talk to me like that, Walker."
"Yeah, whatever, what do you want? Can't you see I'm on vacation?"
"Don't make me put Eliza on the line."
"You think I'm scared of that girl?" The brunette chuckled, "Actually, I think she would be happy to trash talk you more than I feel like right now."
"Well, I could just get Izzon..."
"Good, I'd like a word with him."
"But..."
"But what?"
"Uh..."
"Well?"
"Yeah...I'll go get Izzon..."
The brunette grinned, "Yeah, that's what I thought."
After a brief second, a mean low voice rammed threw the brunette's ears, "Walker!"
"Wha...?" He stared at his phone, the voice sounded like it came from... behind him instead from his phone.
”No-name” Walker looked to his left and saw a 6 Feet, thick old guy with black sunglasses and a tux. He was the boss, Izzon, who the other two were talking about just now.
Yeah, sure, he didn't seem too intimidating, but he always had patrols keeping an eye on him, even if there was no one else there. They say that he was alive since 2008, and somehow found a way to stay living. Though he looked maybe 50-60 years old, they say he hadn’t aged a bit.
Walker didn't believe such a tale, but still, Izzon had a secret weapon up his sleeve.
"What is it, sir?" Walker said as politely yet as disrespectfully as he could.
"We need a new mission done, right now," Izzon answered strictly.
"But...I'm on vacation..."
"Yeah, lucky you get at least a week off. I'm always on the job."
"Pff" Walker thought, "Bossing everyone around is sooo working, all right."
"So?" Izzon strained Walker's ears a little more, "What are you waiting for? Get off your butt, and meet me at the base."
Izzon pressed a button on his tux and he suddenly disappeared.
Walker sighed and got up and went to his private wooden, but quality filled, hotel near the beachside.
It had huge windows that let in a large amount of sunlight, and provided a great view of the beach. Inside, cream colored paint hugged the walls and a brown carpet hid the wooden floor. There was a small flat TV set on top of a wooden table, while there was a sofa here, loveseat there, and a woman named Emily looking at Walker.
"Darin, what are you doing here already?" She asked as she put her head up from a book. Her long pale blond hair swayed as she turned her head towards him.
Emily got up from the white chair at a small table and walked up to him.
"You don't even look like you got a tan at all."
"Yeah, I know, Emily..." Darin sighed.
Then a little girl with similar brown curly hair as his, and a long yellow dress brought even more sunlight into the room as she ran in the room playfully.
"Hi, Daddy," she greeted happily as she took some of her “annoying” hair out of her eyes.
"Hi, Lisa," He sighed, "I gotta go to...the business place." Darin almost forgot about what he was supposed to say. But, it wasn't exactly the truth.
"Oh," Emily said, "But you're on vacation, aren't you?"
"Yeah, well, you know business..."
"You're leaving again?" Lisa pouted as she crossed her arms over her chest, not minding to take the hair out of her face.
"Don't worry," Darin said to her as he bent down to her eye level, "I'll come back soon."
“Okay, daddy,” She nodded, then smiled and ran off to play with her dolls again.
He put on his blue shirt and jeans over his bathing suit and fixed his crazy hair before leaving.
He waved and walked out of the wooden hotel, made sure no one was looking when he pressed a button and he was out of sight.
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*Okay, what did you think? |
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Posted: Jan 08, 2008 - 05:10 AM
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| Ah okay, I love that gambling with the games and I'm pretty interested what'll happen next. Be proud to get this, I'm reading right now a damned interesting book and I'm always quite angry, if someone wants me to read something else instead. But it was worth the looking. And hey, I got a cool idea I can build in one of my books. I never thought about that, but now I'm quiete sure that it's maybe even necessary to change some basic facts of it's storyline, thank you^^ |
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Posted: Jan 08, 2008 - 05:45 AM
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Your welcome? But to be honest, I am not sure what you are thanking me for or what you mean by "gambling with the games", yet I am greatful you decided to take a look.  So actually, Thank you. |
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Posted: Jan 08, 2008 - 06:01 AM
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| gamlbing with names I meant, sorry, sometimes I'm not that sure in typing nearly blind^^ I missed the key |
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Posted: Jan 08, 2008 - 07:07 AM
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^oh, that helps a lot.  |
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Posted: Jan 08, 2008 - 07:42 PM
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Posted: Jan 09, 2008 - 12:25 AM
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*^thanks!^^
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Chapter 2:
So this story has taken its more realistic road hasn’t it? I guess I forgot to mention the guy we’re following now. He had short brown hair, hazel eyes, and a cloak/cape that covered the rest of his face. He wore a weird red shirt, gray pants and boots that looked a lot like a cowboy’s. Yeah, that isn’t so unusual, but the way he moved was what caused jaws to drop. He jumped from building to building with nothing but the power and speed of his legs, and balance as accurate as a cat’s to land on the edges, and jump to the next building after. He was doing cartwheels and flips just standing on the edges.
But one might ask: what was he up to? That’s an agenda that we can’t yet reveal.
Even in 2070 with all the advanced technology, they still didn’t discover a secret that the other 8 were keeping; the other planets that inhabited life. But not only did they keep themselves hidden from Earth, they still had another thing that let them always be one step ahead. And the answer is simple. Magic.
But most people who had magic would not notice if he had any magical energy at all. Anyone with magic could sense someone else with who had it also, but this guy was lacking any kind of magic. So then how was he able to move so fast and balance so well? Magic was the only explanation; no normal human could move at those speeds, jump at those lengths…At least without something helping him.
Though they were far away from his view, if he messed up once, he’d be caught…Caught by the ones chasing him. Or he wouldn’t have time to do what he needed to do. It was something his fellow comrades dreaded, and that was why they were chasing him.
But what could he possibly be up to?
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“PZYCHO!” A witch’s voice ran threw the whole castle on--can you believe it--the planet Uranus.
“What is it?” Pzycho asked as he walked over. He had a hood covering most of his face, and the hood itself was unusual. It covered his face in darkness and only up close would you be able to see what his features were. The hood also had a cape attached to the neck of it, except the cape was cut into the middle, leaving 2 thick strips following him behind, (Or in front of him if he adjusted it over his shoulders). Because the hooded cape originally was a cape, he had to tie a string around it to keep it from falling off.
He also had a dark gray shirt, (Or no shirt when he went to the desert, which was where he usually stayed) and black pants rolled up right below his knees. What made people really stare at him was all the dull bandages wrapped around his legs, arms, and part of his hands and feet when he abandoned his shoes. They were on is whole abdomen and part of chest too. It was obvious he didn’t always get hurt often in those areas all year ‘round, since he was the best out of the best fighters. It was just one of those mysteries about him.
There are demons that look like monsters or other outlandish appearances. Most of those kinds of demons are long gone being hunted by the red demon hunters of Solarious. Then there are humans, Martians, etcetera, and animals. But Pzycho is of the demon race. They have the DNA of demons, appearances of humans, and the abilities of animals or other demons. There were many races to this whole demon race community, and because they aren’t as wild and savage and bizarre in appearance as their cousin demons, they’ve survived longer. The point is: Pzycho is a cross between feline and serpent races. Enough about him…
“You know what you have to do,” The Witch asserted.
“And what is that?”
“Is that how you talk to me?”
“Fine,” Pzycho snorted and continued in an annoyed voice, “What do I need to do, your highness?” But under his breath he muttered, “Witch.”
“Now,” The witch said, “What do you know about circles?”
“…” Pzycho was expecting another chore or something of the like.
“Oh I get it,” Pzycho suddenly sighed with relief, “You want to help me with Geometry, I never could quite understand it…”
“NO YOU DUNCE!”
“Oh…” Pzycho resumed an annoyed tone.
“What good is geometry now anyway?”
“Just tell me what I need to do…” Pzycho sighed with annoyance.
“You’re lucky I’m too lazy to get up!” She practically growled at him, “Whatever, I need you to think about a circle. You know what is so great about them?”
“No…”
“They start at one point, and then end at the same starting point!”
Pzycho gave her a weird look; “Who cares!”
“I do, silly boy, you see, that is what is going on. There’s a cycle, which is about to start all over again.”
“…”
“So, what are you waiting for?”
“But, you didn’t say any…”
The witch sighed, “Oh, must I explain it again?”
“Sure go ‘head…”
The Witch continued in annoyance, “We need to draw the circle before the cycle could begin.”
“O…kay?” Pzycho looked in his pocket, “I will draw a circle.” He held a peace of chalk in his hands.
“NO!” The witch shrieked, “I’m saying that we need to start a cycle because that was why we time traveled in the first place. It has already started in the future, we just need to start it again.”
“Start what again?”
“Err…Pzycho what have you done to get so dumb!”
Pzycho bit his tongue but if he had said something it would have been a spell to hurt her.
“I need more power,” She answered with a sigh.
“Oh, you need more power?” Pzycho almost stared at her with huge eyes. She was rather powerful the way she was, but it didn’t surprise him that she wanted more.
“Just take this list,” She outstretched her arm with a peace of yellow paper in her hand.
Pzycho took the paper from her delicate hands and overlooked the list. Then a smile spread across his face. No not a happy smile, a wicked smile.
“You have to go kill someone,” She said going over it like a teacher would go over the directions of a worksheet.
“You could say that.”
“Huh?” A very big evil smile spread across his face as she asked in a confused voice.
“Don’t worry about it…” Pzycho said, and went off to do his work.
Um…THIS IS BAD! Don’t you realize it!
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“Finally you’re here,” Izzon said to Darin as he arrived.
“So, what do I have to do?” Darin said as he followed Izzon threw the hallways of the secret base. The whole organization was code-named EPPOS. No one knew what it stood for. Or rather I forgot what it stands for. It was a spy organization, research facility, weapon developing…Whatever, it was all for the purpose of evil, that’s what’s important.
“Nice day, isn’t it?” Izzon asked him as he looked out a window. Outside, there was a nice blue sky with a smiling sun bringing light threw out the milieu. What made the view even better was how the ocean, all the way down below the artificial floating island base, sparkled in the sun’s delight.
In the inside of the floating metallic base was all steel walls and concrete floors; pretty dull looking without the light of day. But with the sun’s rays, the metal shined.
As evil as Izzon was, he was really appeased by the setting nature presented him.
“Would you get to the point?” Darin crossed his arms impatiently.
“What’s with the rush?” Izzon sighed as he did not for one second turn away from the window.
“I’m on vacation!”
Izzon sighed, “Is that all you think about?”
“…”
“Listen, this is a fairly easy mission. All you have to do is go undercover as this guy.”
“What? Anybody could do that, why take me out of vacation for that?” Now Izzon turned to Darin.
“Skill-wise anybody could do that mission. But…” Izzon took out a picture and handed it to Darin, “By appearance, you are the only one who could pull this off. You’re tall enough, same color eyes, practically the same skin tone, same body type…”
“We have the same kind of hair?” Darin patted his own puffy/very curly hair as he said it, “This is some sort of joke, right?”
“All you need to do is dye your hair black and trim it a bit.”
“Who is he?”
“His name is Serjio Dolamon. You need to neutralize him, and resume his identity.”
“That’s it?”
“Here’s the thing. Those Demon Hunters from the other galaxy (Solarious) want to come by for something, I don’t know what exactly, but they are also coming for this Serjio person, and you need to be there when that happens.”
“What do they want with him?”
“I already told you; I have no idea. Yet, you need to do when they arrive. When they do, you need to steal something from them.”
“I thought you said this was easy.”
“I thought it was easy for a agent of your rank.”
“Maybe I am one of the highest ranked agents here, but those guys are not like what we are used to dealing with.”
“Just don’t be seen and give me this…” Izzon gave Darin another picture. Darin took the picture and gave it a quick look. Then he looked impatiently at Izzon.
“I’m on vacation, this is a risky mission, and you want me to dye and cut my hair…and for what? Some weird looking accessory?”
“Yep,” Izzon answered, the smile he presented suggested a hidden motive.
Darin glared at him, “Do I get paid three times as normal?”
“Hmmm…” Izzon grinned, “With interest as well, if you like.”
Darin smiled, “Good, then I’ll do this…” Darin went to go to the weapons hall, as Izzon stayed behind.
Izzon looked out the window as enjoying he enjoyed the view, until someone walked in.
It was a girl with purple long hair, glasses and a metallic hand. Her name was Eliza King. Her tight shirt and pants matched her hair, with some sort of badge on her belt with foreign characters on it. “Major”, (She was the second highest rank, right below Izzon, him being “Boss”) Along with her came an old, scrawny looking man with no hair and a white lab coat. You could have the pleasure of naming him, because people call him “Old Man” anyway.
The two of them were scientist for EEPOS. But Eliza was also an agent and the best mechanic there. The old man? He was a retired agent who just liked to stick around. He had nothing else to do but advise what was researched.
“Are you crazy, Izzon?” Eliza started, “Do you know how much money you offered? We need that for all the separate projects being conducted here.”
“I know.”
“So, are you really gonna give him that much?”
“For what that ‘weird looking accessory’ is wroth, we won’t be loosing a thing.”
“What is it?”
“You’ll find out.”
“That young one won’t come back alive,” the old man said with a small smile, “Good riddance.”
“He doesn’t need to,” Izzon continued, “All he needs to do is fail.”
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*Chapter three is a loooong chapter. |
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Posted: Jan 10, 2008 - 01:45 AM
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Okay, I could complain about the grammar of this story or about the deepness, but I just do it about published books or when I'm really, really bored. But I love that story, I love the easy storyline and I love some of the actors^^
Are you satisifed enough to post the third chapter? I would read it^^
Hey, if Pzycho comes around to kill Serjio, than he doesn't come from another galaxy, Uranus is in our sun-system! By the way, it's impossible to get either out of nor in the milky way, because it's a big black hole. |
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Posted: Jan 10, 2008 - 02:46 AM
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^It's a Fantasy story, . Sure people could come in from the other galexy. There's magic anyway, so they'll just poof. Where's your imagination? LOL, I didn't know about the milky way thing, though. Wow, I learned something new today, and you're not even a teacher. 
Oh and I know that Pzycho is not in another galexy. Izzon wasn't talking about him when he was talking about the "things".
BTW, you don't have to say much to make me post another chapter. A few words is all it takes,  |
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Posted: Jan 10, 2008 - 02:58 AM
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Okay, I just wanted to tell you, I don't know, if the inhabitants from Uranus are from another galaxy, but Uranus is in our galaxy, not more^^
And I read this magic thing. It's a mix out of DSA and Shadowrun^^ Lol |
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Posted: Jan 10, 2008 - 04:00 AM
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I don't try to copy other ideas, and I have no idea what DSA and Shadowrun are.
If I really go into depths about the magic, you would see something like you have never heard. It's so abstract, some people wonder how I remember it. And all the characters; there has to be at least 100, (They are not all in THIS story, but all my original stories are connected). But I do get inspired, hell, I'm so inspired by so many things, it is too much to list, let's leave it at that. |
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