FAN-FICTION PART 4!!!!!!!!!!!

So, hi all. It's Sunday, it's 3:00 in the afternoon, and i'm kinda ticked off. 

Alrite, first off, i DO have the next part. It stars Skyril Oblivion, with a surprise visit from Jodi.

Lenka, the next part will probably be about you. Or maybe you, and then Mary, cos its her turn then Necros'. So after that, EPISODE 1 is finished, and i can berate Louis to hurry up and draw the next picture.

Now, that brings me to another item. Louis has told me that he is not going to draw the pictures so that they match the parts, but he will be drawing a picture for everyone in the story.

Now, i'm sorry for those who aren't in teh story, but this was a once off thing that Louis decided to do, and it's kind of a 'Thanks' for everyone who reads this Fan-fic and who wanted to be in it. So yeah, sorry.

So this means that while Louis HAS drawn Dragona Pine and he HAS drawn Jodi Harte, he is not going to be fixing them up on the comp straight away, because he doesn't want to. Which i told him is a terrible attitude, and, believe me, if we hadn't anything better to do, Louis and i could go on and on for hours about this, and still he would tell me he will do it in his own time. Now when 'his own time' is, i[m not quite sure. So, if there is any updates, i will be telling you, but otherwise, don't get your hopes up. Please.

The other reason why i'm ticked off is that i couldn't and still can't find my draft book. You know, the epic draft book where i put all my drafts? With the cover i had to get rid of?

Well, its gone, and i seriously am starting to worry. Last time i saw it was maybe two weeks ago. *cries* it asked if it could go to the local pub and i said 'Just be careful now, dear Draft Book. Remember, come back in time for dinner.'

But *sob* it never came back...it never did...

..i-I still have it's d-d-d-d-diner! A-a-and now it's c-c-cooolllddd!!!!!

*sobsobsobsob*

ok, jkes over, i still can't find it.

EVERYONE!!!! WATCH THIS!!!!!

Many of you know that there is a game coming out called 'Assassin's Creed: Brotherhood' and it will be bought by many more. For those who don't know this, well, i just told you.

Now, here is the awesome trailer that was released. Now, this, my friends, is ANIMATION!!!! This was not filmed with actual people. Look how damn realistic it is!!!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zzNs4-kRLaE

Now that's pretty darn cool. But watch this next one too. This is the same trailer, but a cool guy with a channel called 'Tobascus' re-did it, creating a 'Literal' trailer.

A literal trailer has him singing opera-like and telling you all of the stuff that's happening. Sounds boring, i know. But the video's actually quite funny.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kKrtbUinWOU

Another thing that's really ticking me off is the fact that ive been sitting here for the better part of an hour writing the story and not once have i thought to get up and close the gorram window. Now i can't feel my feet. Or my ankles, for that matter....

SO!!! HERE IS FAN-FICION PART 4!!! ENJOY!!!!!


(this is from Skyril Oblivion's P.O.V)

I nod silently to my companions and then drop from the tree we are crouching in and sprint across the open ground towards the looming castle above us. Bullets and blasts of energy whiz past my head, but none find their target. As I near the fortress wall, Dragona Pine’s voice still rings out in my mind, clear as day.

“Alright,” he had said to the stolen van at large. “This is it. We’ve been running from these bastards long enough. It’s time to give ‘em what for. Tonight, we’re going to attack the fortress that this ‘healer’ is hiding in. Israel said that her name is Ki-yoko, and she definitely will be able to help us.”

At the word ‘attack’, my ears had pricked up. I was sharpening my small throwing knives, caressing them as if they were delicate beings who needed constant attention or else they would shatter at the lightest touch. This was, of course, partly true. Next to me Mary Hiashi had sat, sharpening her own Kunai throwing knives, solely focused on this task.

I remember continuing my work with renewed eagerness as Dragona talked.

“Unfortunately, the Irish Sanctuary has contacted the Japanese Sanctuary, and now the castle has been reinforced with mercenaries and sorcerers from all over this country. So here’s the plan…”

I bring myself back to the present as a machine gun rattles above me and bullets whiz past my arm, way too close for comfort. Three men on the battlements in front of me, daggers and guns in hand.

In a flash, my hand whip upwards, sending a throwing knife into the chest of the machine-gun wielding merc. He screams and plummets downwards towards me, as I leap high into the air. When he is level with me in the air, I snatch the knife from his sternum-waste not, want not- and kick off from his body with my boots, sending me even higher into the sky. I land in a forward roll, two knives wedged between my fingers. One of the mercenaries yells something in Chinese, but before they can finish, I slash my blades across his throat, then spin around and kick the remaining man over the edge, just as Necros, Dragona, Kallista and Mary land beside me. Kallista covers her mouth with her hand and turns away from the sight of the bloody mess on the ground. Dragona only nods and Necros ignores me completely. Mary unsheathes her giant Shaolin Broadsword and points to an advancing group of soldiers on the western battlements. “Skyril!” Dragona yells. “Stage one! GO!”

I don’t even stop to acknowledge this. Instead I fall lithely to the courtyard below, running straight to a door leading into the castle proper. My light footfalls barely echo through the small corridors, and after many turns and twists, I finally reach the door which holds Ki-yoko. It’s heavily reinforced with metal and locks of a sort that would take me days to get through. Of course, I don’t plan on unlocking it normally…

I unzip my backpack, carefully pulling out four small packs of C4 explosive, placing them on the ground. My fingers reach inside the bag to retrieve the detonator, when I hear the slightest intake of breath. I launch myself backwards, colliding with the figure behind me. I am the first one back on my feet, and I draw six knives from my belt, three in each hand.

Slowly, my eyes adjust in the gloom of the small corridor, and I finally make out the figure there. He coughs, clutching his ribs and cursing under his breath. He gets to his feet slowly, looks around, and spots me. “Howdy there, girl. I see you’ve been takin’ care of yourseslf, now.”

“Sanguine.” The words are like poison on my lips, and they leave my mouth with a snarl. “What are you doing here?”

“Same thing as you, little darlin’. So if you don’t mind…”

“Take one more step and these knives go right between your eyes,” I say, raising my left hand. Sanguine just chuckles. “What eyes, darling?” he says, removing his glasses from his face. I shudder. Those two holes freak me out more than anything else in the world…

“Doesn’t matter.” I’m surprised at how confident my own voice sounds. “I’m sure I have more than enough time to make you feel pain and grab Ki-Yoko.”

“Try me.” Sanguine unfolds his straight razor.

The seconds tick by. A bead of sweat rolls down my face. Come on, come on! Why won’t you work? I think furiously, concentrating hard.

Sanguine scratches his head, then all of a sudden bursts out laughing. “Oh, oh God, really? You-” his whole body racks with mirth. “Y-Your trying to blind me, aren’t ya?” I feel my cheeks go red. Sanguine pants loudly, unable to stop laughing. “Seriously, girl? Seriously? That’s the best you could come up with?”

Silently, I am asking myself the same question. What was I thinking?

Sanguine just taps his empty eye socket. “Once again, girl. Damn, you ain’t too bright, are you?”

That’s it, I think, lunging forward. He simply sidesteps, slicing his blade across the back of my neck as I shoot past him. The purple scarf I was wearing up until now drops to the ground, sliced in half. Anger fills me. “That was a two hundred dollar piece, you idiot!” I scream, and fling all six knives at Sanguine. He stumbles back, and then looks down at the six blades embedded in his chest. “No,” he breathes, then sinks downwards.

I pick up the fallen scarf, then head over to the door, and begin my work. Within five minutes, all of the wires are attached and the bombs planted. I grab my bag and retreat to a pillar, flicking off the safety on the small remote detonator in my hand. Without hesitating, I press the button, bracing myself. When no big bang comes, I peer around the pillar at the explosives. “What the hell…” I mutter, running back to the door. I start checking the bombs for faulty wires, but before I can find any, I hear an all-too familiar click sound, and I curse myself silently. “Can’t I just be left here to complete my objective?” I say out loud, and the rifle presses harder into the back of my skull. I half turn and see that it’s a mercenary holding the gun. I open my mouth to talk but he clips a collar around my neck and all of a sudden I can’t move. It pulses with a strange blue light, and I feel my powers ebb away as I am bound. The merc pulls out a small two-way radio and speaks in rapid Chinese. He speaks to fast for me to understand word for word, but I catch the general gist of it. He’s asking his superior if he can shoot me. No, my mind screeches. No, no, NO!

He finishes talking on the walkie talkie, his superior’s answer an affirmative. He takes a stance, aims, and gets ready to pull the trigger. Goodbye, world, I think, and a gunshot fills the room.

Jodi Harte pulled out a semi-automatic, custom made, tactical attachments equipped Berretta pistol, pulling the slide back so that it made a clicking noise and flicking off the safety. She glided through the corridors quietly, avoiding the mercs and sorcerers who passed from time to time. She followed the girl with purple streaks in her hair, and when the girl stopped, she stopped. Jodi watched as the girl disposed of Sanguine, then planted the bomb. She gazed as the girl took cover, and then wondered what had happened when the bomb didn’t go off. Jodi tightened her grip on the gun as she saw the events unfold, observed as the merc placed the collar on Skyril’s neck and raised his gun. When he began rattling into his walkie-talkie, she sighed. This was taking way too long. Just as the guard stopped talking and adjusted his stance to take the shot, Jodi brought up her own gun, aimed, and fired. Once the body fell to the ground, she moved forward to congratulate the remaining person.