User blog:Vertroyer/The Dark War - Chapter 1

SpicyboiFelix was his name...

And his name, would smite your spine with complete dread and horror. Spicy was unique for his ivory revolver, it was a special kind of gun. Headshots were child's play to him, although some doubt if he still has that skill level after his team's long slumber and separation. He had a serious drinking problem, and most of the time he'd be drunk....obviously. Just because he's drunk, doesn't make him any less dangerous, he becomes a lot more unpredictable, which is bad news for any who oppose him. No wonder he always has a vodka bottle somewhere in him.

But what made Spicy the horrifying nightmare that he was back then was his power to wipe out massive armies with his special ability, gravity manipulation.... or as the wise Secretive Gurl would call it.... '''Karmic Retribution. '''With the swing of an arm, he would lift hundreds of foes, and with another swing, he would slam them all to the ground so hard, their bones break and their blood gushes out till the very last drop. However, using this power uses a lot of his energy and significantly exhausts him, which is why he avoids using it in petty situations as much as possible, especially when alone.

Spicy set on his way to the first location that came to his mind, the Tower of Vision. There, he would locate his first teammate and recruit her, thus taking the first step to re-uniting the team.

After days of walking, and hours of stopping at whatever bars were on the way, he was there.

The tower stood mighty and elegant, standing at the height of almost 1300 meters. It was fully painted in pale blue, dark blue and purple. It also had a few decorations around it made out of Lapis Lazuli.

Spicy was on the verge of taking a step in only to be surprised by the clicking of 3 assault rifles from behind.

Mafia member: Stop right there! We're taking this tower over! Surrender now!

Spicy: (thinking to himself) Great, some friends to play with. *sigh*

Spicy was clearly annoyed, he was in no mood to battle and was already rushing to find his team members. Those criminals had some serious weaponry however, so it would be just as foolish to leave them lurking around.

Mafia member: Are you deaf? SURRENDER NOW!!!

Spicy turned around and faced the leading Mafia member who was yelling at him.

Spicy: You must've been real busy eh? Nice toys there.

Mafia member: What're you doing at the tower? filthy scumbag, get over here!

Spicy slowly walked towards the mafia member, but glanced quickly to his left. He saw a perfect location for cover, a large, broken piece of concrete emerging out of the ground. He knew he wouldn't stand a chance against 3 assault rifles out in the open, he didn't have bulletproof armor or the speed to avoid getting shot, so he had to do with what the environment has given him.

Spicy: So uhhh...... can I ask ye all a question?

Mafia member: Silence! walk faster!

Spicy: How good's your aim?

Mafia Member: Wha-

His ivory revolver was already out, had already fired a bullet, and Spicy was already behind cover. He heard screaming behind him.

Mafia Member: MY LEG!!!

Spicy: (whispering) What? Darnit! My aim's dropped so badly... A leg shot? really? tsk.

The 2 other members were already opening fire, making holes in the concrete but not harming Spicy. Spicy patiently waited and relied on his acute hearing. He heard one clip click, then another. He knew they were reloading, so he turned around and jumped above the concrete layer.

He positioned the revolver in front of his red eye, one hand on the trigger and the other being on the back of the gun. It was the same famous aiming pose he used to do back then, he felt slightly nostalgic.

The sound of his revolver firing was no different than the roaring of absolute death. Headshots, both of em.

Mafia member: AHHH!! NOO-

Spicy was too annoyed to listen, so he used the remaining 3 rounds on the injured guy's chest, mainly because he's a prick and he deserves it.

He spawned a clip of golden ammo in his hand and reloaded his revolver, then placed it back in his trusty pocket.

Spicy: Why so salty when you yell at people? It's common etiquette man. Don't yell at a nightmare....jeez.

With that pesky obstacle done, he walked forth and entered the tower. He ventured to the top, passing through what once was his favourite library.... what now became a pile of ashes, rubble and torn pages. He felt some sorrow watering through his heart, and swore an oath he'd return this great store of knowledge back to it's former glory one day.

He reached the vision crystal, and wasted no time looking into it for the person he was looking for.

Spicy: Addfire, locate her now.

And indeed he saw her. She was just lifeless, sleeping in a chamber somewhere deep under a dark, gloomy city-like area.It was almost as if she was waiting for what would be her vigorous awakening. The vision faded from the crystal.

Spicy: The Gloomwoods? What is she doing there? Ack, whatever, gotta get to her fast.

Spicy set on a walk to the Gloomwoods, but it wasn't that far. A few hours would get him there, and he was determined as all hell to get there.

Meanwhile in the Gloomwoods, the ground slighty rumbled..... and parts of the area shook.....

End.