Post by Balto-Boy on Jul 5, 2009 13:03:46 GMT -5
Yeeeeah.... I'm gonna go ahead and leave "Vile City" for a while (but I'll work on it later). But, I do have another story here that I've been working on for a while, and it goes back to the typical stuff (Brawl City, White Void, Illidon, etc., etc.) Nothing too weird this time. If people want to, I'll get it illustrated.
And, in case someone asks, this has nothing to do with the whole Zombie Nation saga. It's an entirely different storyline. Pretend the other story never happened. Anywho, here we go...
Here was a large and abandoned parking lot. The crumbling building bordering had closed down long ago. Residents of Brawl City have long ago decided that the company’s car parts weren’t needed, seeing as the bigger and better factories offered better products. All that was left in the parking lot, aside from the typical lamp posts and concrete stops, was an old and crippled truck that the movers had forgotten when they left this place. Today in this lonely place, it was a grey and dusky day. The sky was domed in sheets of gloomy clouds, a cold breeze occasionally passed in the air. In this desolate setting, however, there was a momentary change in events. Something strange happened here today. No one important was around to see the phenomenon, though whether or not someone was might not have made too much of a difference.
A brief flash of typical blue introduced a constant light in the dreary lot. Really a nice change of pace when all of the lot’s antiques were glistening with the light’s blue glow. It was soon showed that this strange scene wasn’t just for show. People walking from the light were evidence enough that there was a reason for the light’s outburst.
First to emerge was a rather official-looking man. He had pure-black hair and his skin was tanned in a darker, Indian tint. Wrinkles on his face showed how stressful and tiring his life had been. Regardless of the obvious aging, he still looked intimidating to a typical stranger with his jutting brow, a defined jaw, and dark hidden eyes. He wore a tie and a suit that was a very dark shade of blue. His lapel and chest were brightened with an assortment of honorary medals. Soon after this man had emerged into this world a handful of marines, armed and decorated in desert-camouflaged armor, busted into the scene and glanced all around the first man in fits of paranoia. Once these men’s drawn guns had encircled the man, another official looking man rushed to meet the first (who had been examining the surroundings all this time). This one was a white man with grey, balding hair. Unlike the first man, this new-comer looked a lot more like a compassionate grandfather, his face kind with sagging cheeks and droopy eyes.
“Genearl, sir!” this second man said. “You shouldn’t rush out like that, sir It’s not safe!”
“Lieutenant General,” the first General replied without looking. “I am commanding officer in this operation, and I’d prefer it if you didn’t question my actions. Understood?”
“Of course, sir,” said the General officially. “It’s just that I was concerned about your-”
“Enough, Smith,” the General snapped. “We don’t need to discuss this. Let’s just hurry with this.”
General Smith slackened his posture. “Yes, sir.... sorry sir.”
“It’s alright, General,” the first General said as he had a stone-face glare to the land ahead of him. "Your concern is understandable."
During the conversation, one of the soldiers that guarded the General had been waiting at the General’s and the General’s side. Finally the General acknowledged him.
“What is it, Sergeant?”
“Sir! We found one of the locals, sir!”
“Let me see.”
The Sergeant waved at the soldiers behind him. At the command, two soldiers brought forth a young civilian. One had a hold of each arm and clutched up the young boy by his elbows. He looked up to the dark scary man from watery eyes. The General knelt down to meet the child’s eyes under his baseball cap.
“Young man. Are you scared of us or something?”
The boy nodded nervously.
“It’s alright, you don’t have to be. Here I have something for you.”
The General bent over and dug around in his dress pants’ right pocket. He pulled out a Kit-Kat bar and presented it to him.
“How about some chocolate?”
The child tried to reach for it, but the cling of a soldier’s arm stopped him. The General looked up and gave both soldiers the nod to release him. The boy’s shoes clapped on the lot’s pavement. He reluctantly took the bar from the General and bit into it. After the taste was in his mouth, he began to casually chomp on the candy some more.
“Good, isn’t it?” the General asked.
The boy nodded and spoke shyly.
“Yeah-huh. It’s crunchy.”
“Of course.”
The General reached into his jacket’s pocket as the boy continued nibbling away. He showed the boy some slips of plastic. Polaroid photos.
“Young man,” he continued. “We’re looking for something here in this city. Have you seen these people?”
The boy paused on the candy to look at the pictures. His eyes jutted open when he recognized those in the picture.
“Yeah, mister I ha-”
“Please. Mr. Reponza,” the General interrupted.
“Umm... okay,” said the boy. “But I know them, Mr. Reponza. Them’s Brawlers!”
“…What’s a Brawler, son?”
“You don’t know? Brawlers are these super powered people that are always fightin’ and beatin’ each other up!”
“Like gladiators or something similar?”
“Yeah! Except these guys are like super-powered and everything.”
Soldiers were looking at one another, asking each other the same curious question with their intrigued eyes.
“Now, why would they fight each other?” General Reponza finally verbalized the question.
“I dunno,” said the boy. “Fun I guess. People like to watch ‘um too. Then there’s toys and stuff about ‘em. They’re really cool!”
“I’m sure they are,” General Reponza smiled. “Now can you tell me where these... ‘Brawlers’ in the pictures are?”
The boy examined the five pictures again.
“I dunno about these-” he pointed to the three pictures at the edges of Reponza’s hand. “But these two are best friends,” he said again while pointing at the center two photos. Then he pointed at one of the middle pictures.
“I know this guy’s got a place in the city. He and some of the Brawlers are, like, the bosses or something. I don’t know any names. Mom doesn't like me talking about Brawlers. Said I’m too little for the ‘nonsense’.”
“Good, good, good!” said General Reponza heartedly. “Alright, so where’s this office at?”
The boy glanced around him and finally pointed down a road.
“Ummm.... oh Down there somewhere. I think it’s close to the bank.... I dunno. I remember that it’s not too big. But it’s got a big sign that says ‘Brawlers’ Command’ on it.”
Reponza was looking down that road as the boy gave his description.
“I see... then that’s where we go. Thank you for the help there... I never got a name from you.”
“My name’s Scotty.”
“Okay. Thank you for the help, Scotty.” General Reponza turned to face the militia. “Alright, team Let’s go Private Jennings Bring out the jeeps ”
“There’re jeeps in there?!” Scotty shouted at the portal. “I didn’t know that!”
“There’s a lot of things in there you don’t know about, Scotty.”
“Really? Like what???”
“A lot of things. It’s like.... it’s like a whole other world.”
At this point, the soldier General Reponza had commanded at before had returned. Behind him, a typical military H1 Hummer was rolling into view from the glowing door. The General smiled when the tank of a vehicle were finally revealed entirely. Then the light behind it shrunk and blipped out of existence.
“Alright, everyone file in!”
At his command, both the soldiers and General Smith were climbing into the two trucks. The General turned back to Scotty.
“Thanks again for the help. You’re free to go. Oh, and please do me a favor and don’t tell your mom about this, okay?”
“...sure. If you got more candy.”
“Smart little booger, aren’t you?”
“Mom says I am!”
As Scotty responded, General Reponza was reaching into his pocket to pull out another Kit-Kat bar.
“Here you are. Go nuts.”
Scotty snatched it from the air as General Reponza tossed to to him. He looked at the bar with a delightful hunger and tore off the wrapper feverishly. He ignored the departing General while he ate at the candy bar.
General Reponza was the last inside the waiting Hummer. In the back, he sat next to General Smith and the Sergeant he spoke with once before. The marines in their battle uniforms fit in quite well in the Hummer’s crude interior. Though the layout was different. In the back, two rows of seats were placed so that people could face each other on opposite sides. In the middle was a small box with a handle on the front. This mini-refrigerator had an assortment of sodas and wines inside, but mostly wine. After all, there were two high-ranking officials riding in this heavy beast.
Meanwhile, Scotty had finished his candy bar and was back on the bicycle that two soldiers just tore him from not too long ago. He peddled on back to his humble home, chocolate staining the corners of his mouth, while the long and black car sped past him in this poor-looking neighborhood. Scotty merely looked at the passing car as it blazed past him, and immediately hummed a tune to himself afterwards.
And, in case someone asks, this has nothing to do with the whole Zombie Nation saga. It's an entirely different storyline. Pretend the other story never happened. Anywho, here we go...
Chapter 1: The Border
Here was a large and abandoned parking lot. The crumbling building bordering had closed down long ago. Residents of Brawl City have long ago decided that the company’s car parts weren’t needed, seeing as the bigger and better factories offered better products. All that was left in the parking lot, aside from the typical lamp posts and concrete stops, was an old and crippled truck that the movers had forgotten when they left this place. Today in this lonely place, it was a grey and dusky day. The sky was domed in sheets of gloomy clouds, a cold breeze occasionally passed in the air. In this desolate setting, however, there was a momentary change in events. Something strange happened here today. No one important was around to see the phenomenon, though whether or not someone was might not have made too much of a difference.
A brief flash of typical blue introduced a constant light in the dreary lot. Really a nice change of pace when all of the lot’s antiques were glistening with the light’s blue glow. It was soon showed that this strange scene wasn’t just for show. People walking from the light were evidence enough that there was a reason for the light’s outburst.
First to emerge was a rather official-looking man. He had pure-black hair and his skin was tanned in a darker, Indian tint. Wrinkles on his face showed how stressful and tiring his life had been. Regardless of the obvious aging, he still looked intimidating to a typical stranger with his jutting brow, a defined jaw, and dark hidden eyes. He wore a tie and a suit that was a very dark shade of blue. His lapel and chest were brightened with an assortment of honorary medals. Soon after this man had emerged into this world a handful of marines, armed and decorated in desert-camouflaged armor, busted into the scene and glanced all around the first man in fits of paranoia. Once these men’s drawn guns had encircled the man, another official looking man rushed to meet the first (who had been examining the surroundings all this time). This one was a white man with grey, balding hair. Unlike the first man, this new-comer looked a lot more like a compassionate grandfather, his face kind with sagging cheeks and droopy eyes.
“Genearl, sir!” this second man said. “You shouldn’t rush out like that, sir It’s not safe!”
“Lieutenant General,” the first General replied without looking. “I am commanding officer in this operation, and I’d prefer it if you didn’t question my actions. Understood?”
“Of course, sir,” said the General officially. “It’s just that I was concerned about your-”
“Enough, Smith,” the General snapped. “We don’t need to discuss this. Let’s just hurry with this.”
General Smith slackened his posture. “Yes, sir.... sorry sir.”
“It’s alright, General,” the first General said as he had a stone-face glare to the land ahead of him. "Your concern is understandable."
During the conversation, one of the soldiers that guarded the General had been waiting at the General’s and the General’s side. Finally the General acknowledged him.
“What is it, Sergeant?”
“Sir! We found one of the locals, sir!”
“Let me see.”
The Sergeant waved at the soldiers behind him. At the command, two soldiers brought forth a young civilian. One had a hold of each arm and clutched up the young boy by his elbows. He looked up to the dark scary man from watery eyes. The General knelt down to meet the child’s eyes under his baseball cap.
“Young man. Are you scared of us or something?”
The boy nodded nervously.
“It’s alright, you don’t have to be. Here I have something for you.”
The General bent over and dug around in his dress pants’ right pocket. He pulled out a Kit-Kat bar and presented it to him.
“How about some chocolate?”
The child tried to reach for it, but the cling of a soldier’s arm stopped him. The General looked up and gave both soldiers the nod to release him. The boy’s shoes clapped on the lot’s pavement. He reluctantly took the bar from the General and bit into it. After the taste was in his mouth, he began to casually chomp on the candy some more.
“Good, isn’t it?” the General asked.
The boy nodded and spoke shyly.
“Yeah-huh. It’s crunchy.”
“Of course.”
The General reached into his jacket’s pocket as the boy continued nibbling away. He showed the boy some slips of plastic. Polaroid photos.
“Young man,” he continued. “We’re looking for something here in this city. Have you seen these people?”
The boy paused on the candy to look at the pictures. His eyes jutted open when he recognized those in the picture.
“Yeah, mister I ha-”
“Please. Mr. Reponza,” the General interrupted.
“Umm... okay,” said the boy. “But I know them, Mr. Reponza. Them’s Brawlers!”
“…What’s a Brawler, son?”
“You don’t know? Brawlers are these super powered people that are always fightin’ and beatin’ each other up!”
“Like gladiators or something similar?”
“Yeah! Except these guys are like super-powered and everything.”
Soldiers were looking at one another, asking each other the same curious question with their intrigued eyes.
“Now, why would they fight each other?” General Reponza finally verbalized the question.
“I dunno,” said the boy. “Fun I guess. People like to watch ‘um too. Then there’s toys and stuff about ‘em. They’re really cool!”
“I’m sure they are,” General Reponza smiled. “Now can you tell me where these... ‘Brawlers’ in the pictures are?”
The boy examined the five pictures again.
“I dunno about these-” he pointed to the three pictures at the edges of Reponza’s hand. “But these two are best friends,” he said again while pointing at the center two photos. Then he pointed at one of the middle pictures.
“I know this guy’s got a place in the city. He and some of the Brawlers are, like, the bosses or something. I don’t know any names. Mom doesn't like me talking about Brawlers. Said I’m too little for the ‘nonsense’.”
“Good, good, good!” said General Reponza heartedly. “Alright, so where’s this office at?”
The boy glanced around him and finally pointed down a road.
“Ummm.... oh Down there somewhere. I think it’s close to the bank.... I dunno. I remember that it’s not too big. But it’s got a big sign that says ‘Brawlers’ Command’ on it.”
Reponza was looking down that road as the boy gave his description.
“I see... then that’s where we go. Thank you for the help there... I never got a name from you.”
“My name’s Scotty.”
“Okay. Thank you for the help, Scotty.” General Reponza turned to face the militia. “Alright, team Let’s go Private Jennings Bring out the jeeps ”
“There’re jeeps in there?!” Scotty shouted at the portal. “I didn’t know that!”
“There’s a lot of things in there you don’t know about, Scotty.”
“Really? Like what???”
“A lot of things. It’s like.... it’s like a whole other world.”
At this point, the soldier General Reponza had commanded at before had returned. Behind him, a typical military H1 Hummer was rolling into view from the glowing door. The General smiled when the tank of a vehicle were finally revealed entirely. Then the light behind it shrunk and blipped out of existence.
“Alright, everyone file in!”
At his command, both the soldiers and General Smith were climbing into the two trucks. The General turned back to Scotty.
“Thanks again for the help. You’re free to go. Oh, and please do me a favor and don’t tell your mom about this, okay?”
“...sure. If you got more candy.”
“Smart little booger, aren’t you?”
“Mom says I am!”
As Scotty responded, General Reponza was reaching into his pocket to pull out another Kit-Kat bar.
“Here you are. Go nuts.”
Scotty snatched it from the air as General Reponza tossed to to him. He looked at the bar with a delightful hunger and tore off the wrapper feverishly. He ignored the departing General while he ate at the candy bar.
General Reponza was the last inside the waiting Hummer. In the back, he sat next to General Smith and the Sergeant he spoke with once before. The marines in their battle uniforms fit in quite well in the Hummer’s crude interior. Though the layout was different. In the back, two rows of seats were placed so that people could face each other on opposite sides. In the middle was a small box with a handle on the front. This mini-refrigerator had an assortment of sodas and wines inside, but mostly wine. After all, there were two high-ranking officials riding in this heavy beast.
Meanwhile, Scotty had finished his candy bar and was back on the bicycle that two soldiers just tore him from not too long ago. He peddled on back to his humble home, chocolate staining the corners of his mouth, while the long and black car sped past him in this poor-looking neighborhood. Scotty merely looked at the passing car as it blazed past him, and immediately hummed a tune to himself afterwards.
