GOTFWC: Yo what up everybody. I am currently on the biggest writers block in the history of writers blocks for my other stories. So while I am thinking up new material for the other I thought I might begin another one thats been in my head since I started reading the Looking for Group comics (hehehe Richard is a fucking BAMF!). This will be a Last Apprentice story that I believe will be better then most of the current ones. (No offence to the other writers they are just a little short for my taste) So hope you guys and girls enjoy this new story.

PS: Looking for a beta reader. If ya want the job Email me.

Speak with Threats and Carry a Large FWOOM

Chapter One: The Birth of FWOOM!

Tom sighed dejectedly for what seemed the hundreth time. The Spook had just taken Alice into the catacombes to kill the Bane. The young apprentice had never felt so usless. He wished desperatly that he could do something to help but the Spook had just locked the silver gate behind him and had walked away with Alice.

Tom kicked the dirt in frustration.

Pink

'What the?'

Tom looked to the ground, searching for whatever had made the sound. And then he saw it.

Laying in the dirt, but a few feet away from him, was a diamond shaped red gem. Looking at it Tom could feel power flowing from it. Bending down he carefully picked it up. He instintly regreted it.

Blood red electricity spouted from the gem as soon as it made contact with his hand. Knowledge flooded his mind. Images of fire, ice, and lightning coursed through his conscious. Power exploded through his veins. All the while thoughts of death and destruction filled his body. This last was quickly quelled to avoid slaughtering the innocents in the streets above, but not enough to keep him from feeling the urge to kill everything in his path.

While the mental changes were underway, the physical were just starting. His physique grew more muscular and he steadily grew a few inches taller. His skin grew steadily more tan while his eyes glowed crimson. His cannine teeth grew longer and sharper. His hair turned bleach white and fell down around his face, growing to the point that they passed his eye line. His clothes morphed as well.

His shirt became black and hugged his muscles. His hooded cloak became a black jacket with blood red outlines. His pants darkened to a dark purple and baggier. His black boots grew white armor around them resembling a spiderweb. The armor covered his chest as well before reaching his arms and forming white pauldrons each resembling a rams skull with horns. White gauntlents covered his arms (imagine a white and black version of Nero's devil arm from Devil May Cry 4) while a white, skull mask formed over his face (Ichigo's hollow mask from Bleach). As the last of the armor covered his body, Tom fell to the ground.

Tom lay there for ten minutes, gaining back his breath as his eyes glowed ominously from his mask. He slowly got back up onto his feet. He looked down at his gauntleted hand, clenching it into a fist, feeling the power held there.

He liked it.

Tom turned in the direction of the gate, his glowing red eyes glinting with malice. Slowly raising one hand he pointed it toward the gate. A ball of fire exploded into his hand. He laughed gleefully.

"I shall call you...Fwoom." And with that, the newly dubbed 'Fwoom' smashed into the gate with the force of a wrecking ball, denting the silver inward and blowing the fromer entryway off its hinges to disappear into the dark abyse of the catacombes. Tom laughed maniacally at his show of destruction.

"Tom smash puny gate! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" As Tom's laughter died down he realized he should probably catch up with the old man that was his master. What was once fear of the Bane turned into a morbid picture in his mind of just what the Mona Lisa would look like when it was painted on the wall using the blood of the creature who called this place home.

The Spook was not having a good day. The Bane had been summoned according to plan but was proving much more difficult to stab then he had first thought. Just when he thought it was all hopeless a huge explosion erupted from the wall next to the evil creature he was just fighting. Both the Bane and the Spook looked over at the resulting dust cloud to see a dark shape walking from it. Just as they both wondered who it was, a dark voice full of pure malice spoke. A voice that the Spook instantly recongnized.

"Rejoice. For bad things are about to happen." The newly clothed Tom spoke while flame flickered in his armored hand.

"Pay no attention to the ball of fiery death in my palm. Its not an aggressive movement. Its just how I say hello." With that Tom sped toward the Bane and slammed said hello into its cannine face. The dog-like creature howled in pain as Tom was already moving toward the beasts jaws. Grabbing each tooth encrusted madible, the boy pulled them apart, ripping the top half of the Bane's head and the entirety of his spine from the creatures body. The resulting death caused an explosion of power to erupt from the former god. As the dust died down, Tom was seen safely behind a wall of solid ice.

The Spook and Alice gasped in amazment and revoltion of how exactly the creature died and how easy Tom had made it seem. Said boy gave a simple wave while his glowing eyes curved in what looked like amusement. Before either old man or girl could pick their jaws off the floor, Tom had already picked up what remained of the Bane's corpse and begane using the blood to draw something on the wall. (I know the Bane didn't have a body left after he was killed but I changed that cuz i wanted to have Tom paint the Mona Lisa on the wall in its blood) Shock turned to confusion as they both looked over the boys shoulder to see a painting of the Mona Lisa drawn their in blood. The Spook recoiled in horror at the barbaric yet beautiful painting while Alice was stuck somewhere between doing the same or rolling on the ground laughing.

Tom looked over his shoulder at the two and suddenly struck a pose in front of his masterpeice.

"Tada!" By now the Spook's eyebrow was twitching while Alice gave up her struggle of what to do and just started laughing. The old man palmed his face at his students new bloodlust.

"Tom what in the hell happened to you lad? And where did you get those clothes?" Tom grinned at the question and struck a thoughtful pose.

"I bought it at the market so that I could make a dashing entrence." The Spook once again palmed his face. It seemed like his student had snapped and gone insane. Then another question popped into his head. How did Tom make a fireball in his hand? Deciding to test a new theory he held out his staff to the bow.

"Lad, take off your glove and grab the staff for a minute please." Tom raised an unseen eyebrow at the demand before simply shrugging and doing as he was asked. As his hand neared the rowan wood the tension in the air seemed to rise. Alice had long since stopped laughing and was watching with growing worry. As soon as Tom's hand touched the wood he started screaming in pain. The Spook paniced and reached for his chain, but before he could he heard laughter. It was coming from Tom, whose hand still clutched the staff.

"Fooled you! Hahahahahaha!" Alice couldn't help but start laughing again as John Gregory again smacked his forehead at his apprentices antics. If this kept up he'd have to see someone about the bruise forming their from the reapeted smacks. At that moment Tom looked over at Alice who had managed to control he laughter again. Suddenly Tom vanished only to reappear right in front of the girl. He reached up to his face and slid the mask to one side of his face showing a single blood red eye and a flirtatious smirk. Alice blushed lightly looking at his new features. He suddenly grabbed her hand.

"Why hello there pretty lady. We meet again, and in such a romantic place too. Say you wouldn't happen to have a boyfriend would you?" Alice blushed an even deeper red at his obvious advances. She found it difficult to answer.

"W-w-why uh n-n-no." Tom's smirk grew even larger at her answer as he slowly leaned forward.

"Well then we will have to fix that wont we." Alice at this point resembled a tomatto as Tom began to lean even closer to her face. She could feel his breath on her lips. Was he going to kiss her? She was begining to dearly hope so. Just as Tom was about to grant her wish he suddenly recoiled after a firm hit to his head from his master. Looking at the offender his eyes began to glow with even more enticity while his eyebrow was twitching so fast it was invisible to the naked eye. The Spook just grinned back.

"No time for that now lad. We should be getting out of this dreary place instead of flirting with pretty girls." The Spook's grin grew as he saw his apprentice trying to hold back from hitting him with his own staff. Tom deflated as he realized his master was right. But that didn't mean he couldn't have some fun anyway. He swiftly turned around to Alice and with a squeak from her he had her in his arms bridal style. The blush was back with a vengence as she glared at him. He just grinned back before following his master back to the former gate.

GOTFWC: Alright thats the first chapter of my new story. I will try to make the rest longer but I think its going to be a good one either way. So ya I based Tom off of a more flirtatious Richard in this fic. Should be fun. Until next time. Adios!