XxXxXx: This my first story so please don't be too negative and hate me ;_;. But yeah...This story will contain a bit of Najee's version of Mob Kingdoms with powers but there will be Kings and Queens and princes and princesses that actually aren't monsters but normal LOOKING people with my own OC's. I'm hoping you guys will give some pointers on fanfiction because I really suck at it...badly. By the way I want to thank Rhapzody for reviewing and pointing all of my mistakes so this a rewritten version of the first chapter hopefully a little better :S
So yes there will be some form of Mob Talker romance or I'll try in this fic. Accompanied with Mob Talker as well as Mo Creatures, the Voltz Mod pack (this mod does need some love :3), and much more that I will hopefully explain through out this story. Oh yeah I'm also including, which I think no has done, Prototype and Infamous powers into this Fanfic and a few more surprises... Anyways, Enjoy :S :S :XxXxXxX
Disclaimer: I own nothing in these stories except my OC's. They go to their respected owners. Frederick "Warlock" Kaludis belongs to 'Live Free or Die Hard'
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Winchester Residents: Basement
December 20, 2013
8:21 P.M Power Status:Green
[Crossroad Blues]
Jay's P.O.V
Freezing, wet, and cold; That was a pretty great way to describe this Friday night playing on my Ps3, the game Prototype, at my house, while my friends were laughing there ass off playing Minecraft. My names Jerome but my friends call me Jay. I stand at 6", wearing a black shirt-jacket combo with a silver hoodie, that covers most of my face, and a MULTITUDE of pockets with the back flaps of the jacket falling down to me calves, black finger-less gloves with a skeleton like design, and black jeans with black and grey True Religion shoes. If you can't tell already, I just like the color black, to me, it makes me feel safe and hidden from prying eyes that the world perceives me as. Another weird thing about me...I actually have heterochromia. My left eye is a vivid forest green color with my right eye being a shiny, almost metallic, silver. Weird right? That's not a normal condition for a person with heterochromia. Doctors were pretty dumbfounded at this mutation in a birth defect. They told me it won't affect my life in the slightest.
Well, the man upstairs decided to baffle the rules of science and add more "interesting" things to me like how I can see in ultra violet, thermal or having the eyesight of an eagle or my personal favorite, ready for this? See through walls. Oh the fun I have with that. That aside, I'm also 18 years old with sandy brown skin, a decent body with a few scars on my abs and back to due to some 'accidents' back at my old school. My hair is jet black with a bit of spikey design to it and is slicked back.
My friends, TJ, Austin, and Micheal, decided that we should have a 'guys sleepover' since the rain started to come down pretty hard and to make even more interesting, lighting decided to strike down from the heavens. Sheesh sounds like God was not happy or is crying. Anyways, TJ stands at 6", wears a shirt-sweater combo with a picture of diamonds that says "Moar diamonds, Moar problems", grey jean's with a chain coming out his pocket. The guy wears a beanie, almost everyday might I add, with the Assassins Creed symbol on it and a sweet Mini-blue Fashion LED watch, silky smooth vanilla skin,and body of a freaking athlete. TJ is 18 but is a month younger then me with blonde hair that goes down with spikes on the end with ocean blue eyes. Austin is 17 years old, 5"12, wears in my opinion basically Cole's jacket from Infamous because that's the best way I describe his jacket...sweater...yeah.
For some reason, Austin like to just wear fedoras. Don't know why but he does look good in one kind of reminds of Hugh Jackman wearing one. He has ash grey eyes that has a little bit of sparkle in them like some happy kid. In fact his hair kind of resembles Hugh Jackman hair except it's chocolate brown instead of black and waves at the back. Michael stands at 5"12, he wears a pair of Oakley half jacket 2.0 glasses with a baseball cap that says "America Home of the Free because of the Brave" which he wears backwards, some normal and a skeleton bandanna around his neck which he sometimes cover his mouth saying he's a terrorist as a joke to scare my neighbors. Until my neighbors call the police. He is 17, just like Austin but only 2 weeks younger, has vanilla like skin, black ruffled hair, lean built body and wears a grey jacket with the sleeves also has ruby red eye's which is a REALLY rare for an eye color hence why he wears shades.
Out of all of us, I'm the most deadliest knowing about 3 different martial arts, Piguaquan, Hipkido, and Mugai Ryu. Having mastered the majority of them with computer hacking skills, photographic memory with a keen eye, and escape artistry could be useful in the near future. TJ is the most explosive knowing how make to bombs out of almost anything and knowing 2 martial art, Shotokan and Southern Dragon style with pick locking. I don't how he learned pick locking but what ever. Austin, knowing Muay Thai boxing and knowing how to break dance in combination with his martial art kind of acts like 'The Way of The Spider' and Michael, knowing Pangomot and Muay Boran, with some parkour techniques are the pranksters knowing how to set up traps to the simple bucket on the door to pitfalls into the mud.
They usually get TJ because of his expression and they can't prank me because it usually backfires on them or it doesn't go as planned. Even though TJ talks more I'm apparently considered the leader off this group because of how I can plan things WAY ahead time and on the fly. My flaws are kind of like a shark, keep moving and not being able to focus on a single point at hand half the time. That's why I sometimes get my ass handed to me when I spar a few times with my friends. TJ's flaw is brain over brawn. He tries to outsmart opponents and not use TOO much violence. That can really bite him in the ass sometimes because brains can't beat brute force all the time. Austin's is usually guns blazing and really doesn't think through the situation. Sometimes there's just a few walls that are a little harder to break then others but in Austin's case, just keeping punching until it crumbles. Austin does play around with his opponents just to mess with their heads. There's nothing wrong with that tactic. It's just it could backfire back at his face if it fails. Michael's flaw is to cheat and go for cheap shots every now and then which can totally backfire back at his face if it fails. In the end, all 4 of us have a love in video games, staying home, know how to use firearms, and eating stuff that can screw up our bodies.
That aside, it was good way to keep me company while my parents were away on a business trip over seas and while my sister was out of the country. Their houses had no power anyways and I'm only one in the west coast with 10 back-up generators and has their lights on. That's right 10, seems overkill but my dad got paranoid after a blackout incident had occurred. He was about to send a status report on his job, when the power cutoff and he lost a ton of very, very important data. He's been paranoid since that day and I make the fat guy in Die Quadriliogy look sad with his power generators. The reason they were laughing their asses off is because they had just finished building the last of our secret bases, Pentagon Zero, which by the way is secluded on a island that is invisible. When Michael was working on the wiring, SOMEHOW, he mixed up the red-stone wiring on the cables on the anti-matter cannons and manged to aim it himself. Well as you can guess it did kill him with all of his stuff and his reaction wasn't one to miss because TJ and Austin were laughing pretty loud, tears streaming down thier faces. And, to add insult to injury, he had about a wealthy worth amount of stuff on him like I don't know uhm 10 anti-matter missiles, 13 nukes, an AK-47 with 5 clips, a Barrett-50 Cal with 4 clips, his power armor ( for what reason he wasn't wearing it will remain a mystery), 3 tesseracts, and 4 stacks of diamonds.
4 stacks of diamond, really? And I have no clue what Michael was using it for anyways. Why he would carry an abundance of stuff on him? Well doesn't really matter because we have a 50x50 room with a chests of it in stacks. But still come on Michael. 'Note to Self: Supervise Michael on what he's carrying.' Off the subject.
I had just beaten Prototype again for the 5th time when TJ called for me from the basement.
"Hey Jay, can..you...haha...come...down...here?...PffttHAHAHAHA!"
I sighed, wondering what on earth they need me for because TJ is smart on red-stone wiring. I'm pretty good with red-stone but he takes it to overdrive, I like a making a elevator 50 blocks high. *Sigh*
"I'll be there just give me a second."
I was turning off my Ps3 when, the lighting struck down near a tree."Jeez, I hope this clears up tomorrow",I thought to myself. As I was heading down to the basement, I could hear the guys talking about something while a metal version of Megaman Man II - Dr. Wily's Castle was playing in the background of my basement. I went down the concrete steps, which leads to my basement. It has a couch in the middle, a HD plasma screen TV with a bunch of consoles shoved into it's compartments. mine fridge to the right hand side of it. We have different gaming stations on each corner of the basement. I got top right, TJ has top left, Austin has bottom right, and Michael has bottom left. We have a custom built fridge into the couch for some magical reason. All you had to do was remove the seat cushion and pop open the I went to the couch to grab a Coke but all I found was an I.O.U card on the freezer. I growled in annoyance and decided to talk to TJ and figure out what all the fuss was about. He was in Michael's corner with Austin and Michael and they were trying to rewire our launch cruisers and anti-matter cannons because of Michael's *ahem* 'mistake.' After TJ calmed down I said, "So TJ, what do you need of my assistance"I said in a dead tone voice.
"Well first off," TJ stated, still laughing a little. "Don't do that voice, it creeps me out", I rolled my eyes to his response.
"Secondly, we fixed the red-stone cables and got it operational but..." "But what?..." I asked. TJ took a breath with a serious look and nodded to Michael.
"That's the thing", said Michael, "We can't really figure what's wrong. There's power being sent through but they're not receiving any of it and to top that, the screen started bugging out and showing some weird symbols."
I was intrigued why Michael said that, not saying he was dumb or anything. It's just that he doesn't really use big words unless something's bothering him. Come to think of it, he was looking pretty angsty. Anyways, TJ and I had worked on a system where even if one cable was taken out the back-ups would kick-in regardless of what our power situation was. The symbols however... well I'll just do a system check. So I sat down on Michael's chair, which is a recliner, and looked started looking for the problem. Upon further inspection, I noticed the problem immediately. I'm not surprised. They couldn't spot the problem because it was really well hidden.
"Well I've found the problem" Finally breaking the silence.
"What?" all three of them replied.
"See how the coloration of cables is different?", I said pointing to the screen.
"Yeah?" TJ said.
"Well, its not real cable it's a camouflaged block disguised as one. How can I tell? Besides the superhuman vision, certain Camouflaged block sometimes don't blend in with background and have a weird discoloration towards them, making them easy to spot...for the most part." I explained thoroughly. I took the wrench shift-clicked and nothing happened."See?"
"Wait what?" He deadpanned.
TJ was pretty shocked because it's rare for him to make a mistake on red-stone wiring. REALLY RARE. LIKE SUPER REALLY...Ok you get the point. His expression looked like someone just split kicked his nuts into 2. In my opinion it looked kind of funny because this is TJ after all. I was surprised camouflaged blocks could do that in the first place. After a few minutes of tinkering, I started to hear the machines moving with a *CLANK*.
"There all fixed, happy?...TJ?...Earth to TJ?" I was waving my hand in front of his face to get his attention.
With a sigh, Austin stood up from his the couch, came up to TJ and gave him a good ole' bitch-slap-to-the-face. He howled in pain but it did snap some sense out of him.
"Thanks I needed that," TJ said rubbing his cheek.
"No problem. Hey, I'd be shocked too if that happened to me, which is why I never handle Redstone. The question now is...how did it get sabotaged? I thought the only you could do that if it was was done manually. Like you know, THE INSIDE." Then Austin turned towards me for an answer.
"Isn't this our own private server with the most ridiculous password and IP ever?" he asked.
"Well props to you Austin for paying attention to me and TJ's explanation on this system."
"Thank you."
"But yeah, this is our server Austin and your right about the sabotage thing but it could have been Warlock making us think it was the server bugging out again," I said.
Warlock is Michael's 'friend' who he met on a video game convention in Florida. Warlock is just his alias. His real name is Frederick "Warlock" Kaludis or Warlock to his accomplices. We shouldn't really know any of this information but Michael somehow squeezed it out of him during there time together on Florida. Apparently, Warlock is, to Michael's knowledge of him, is a 'legendary hacker' that worked for a company called 'Cyber-Vault for passing math-based security algorithm to what he thought were bunch of tech heads not knowing how to write an algorithm on their own. We actually met the guy in real life and he's pretty cool considering his hate for the cops. Anyway, back to the matter at hand.
"Doubt that." Micheal said. "I checked before I was hooking up the launchers."
"It was probably the explosion then?" I inquired.
"Probably, but what about the random symbols?"
I was about to start a diagnostics check on the computer just in case if malware was the problem when a window popped up that said 'Update Done'.
"Oops...hehehehe my bad." said Michael.
He immediately jumped at the keyboard and started typing really quickly. And I mean REALLY quickly. It looked like he was typing some sort of code on the keyboard and closed the window in a bit of a hurry. I caught a few words like 'Mo Creatures' and 'Mob Talker' but I could be imagining it. When Michael finished, he stood back up with a hint of...blushing?
"Uhhhh...I just added needed to update a few extra mods that I added a few weeks ago," he said looking down at the ground in shame.
I got suspicious and asked, "And what were those extra mods, Michael? Or is it porn-"
"IT WASN'T FUCKING PORN." He snapped. Then Michael calmed down and breathed.
"Look it's not important. Can I tell you another time?", he said with bit urgency, avoiding the topic all together. Austin and TJ looked at me and shrugged.
I'll ask later then. "Yeah I won't really touch on the subject unless you want to. It's your choice if you tell us or not." He sighed in relief when he heard that.
"It would be nice to know what he's hiding in the computer of his from time to time, alas that's for another place for another time...or is the other way around?" I thought.
TJ finally broke the ice and said, "Since we finally got out of the way let's go get some food for the fridge. I don't know about you guys but I'm kind of starving."
"I wouldn't mind take-out who's in?" asked Austin. "Sure, you guys can head to the car first. I need to check something out anyways." I said.
"Ok then. You better not break computer. I just fixed that." TJ warned me. "YEAH TAKE-OUT!" shouted Austin and Michael high-fiving each other.
As they were heading back up stairs I was still curious to what those symbols meant. When I examined the cryptic message but it just looked like a jumble of nonsensical characters like that hacked ROM game called MARIO that revealed a pretty gruesome picture at the end. Then an idea struck me like that lightning struck the tree. (Poor tree) I decided to do just that. I tried to reconfigure the image that could be passed of as gibberish into a different file. It took about 5 seconds to reconfigure the image which kind of bothered me to how easy this was as if someone WANTED me to find the gold at the end of the rainbow. When the image slowly started to appear, what I saw turned my blood cold. It was an image of the EXACT same message in the game that read:
'Victim #1. Eyeballs were unable to be found. The victim was hung up against the tree with multiple burn and lacerations marks. Causes of death unknown, unidentifiable fingerprints were discovered all over the corpse.' And the image was...Warlock, all bloodied and was portrayed to what I had just read. Then there was 1 last message that said, 'Welcome to hell in your own making. This mortal cannot join you on your conquest for power. In the end his death shall be an example of your weakness towards human emotions. You shall meet death in the middle of the crossroads. '
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I was speechless to what I just read and witnessed. I wanted to obliterate the ludicrous screen called a computer or destroy the whole image and NEVER want to see it again. 'And what does it mean 'death in the middle of the crossroads?' I snapped out of my train of thought when TJ called me on my cellphone and told me to bring my ass out of the basement, to the car 'cause the rain was lightening up but the winds started to pick for some odd reason. I looked at the computer and decided to save the file on my USB. I turned all the computers off, grabbed my keys to the house, checked all the light switches, turned them off, and turned off all the electrical/heated or technological in my house. Pray to God that my house won't burn down. I was leaving my house, when lightning flashed for brief moment. I tried to ignore it still saw a brief image of a man with glowing eyes staring down at me. One second he was there, next gone. I think I've been doing too many all-nighters'. I started to walk towards the car. TJ's car is a 2013 SS Camaro with a red body, black hood, grey wheels, and silver racing strips running at the down it with some fuzzy dice for good luck measures. I opened the back seat door, drenched in rain, with the A.C on max heat next to Michael.
"What took you so long Jerome?" said TJ looking into my eyes.
Now things start getting serious. They only call me Jerome unless there worried about me. EXTREMELY worried about me. "Sorry about that...I just needed to turn a few things off and make sure all the doors and windows were locked" I answered in a nonchalant tone.
I may be good with pokers faces but my friends are the only who can probably see almost right through me. Keyword being ALMOST. He sighed knowing it was pointless to talk to me about secrets. He started to back up the car on the driveway.
TJ's P.O.V
I sighed at this point knowing full on well that he isn't going to spill the beans. So I just started to back up the car and head towards open country road. It was pretty quiet the whole damn time and the way I looked into Jerome's eyes, I knew something was up. He saw something on that computer right after we left. Damn! I knew I should taken a look to what he was doing. The tension in the car was pretty tense even though we had the radio on. Like they say 'the air is so thick you can cut with knife.' Even Austin and Michael weren't making there funny remarks on something to keep of our mindset. The rain and the wind combo were really not helping the situation at the moment to which at this point the visibility was crap. I tried to make my headlights brighter but the result was the same. I can't see for my life. Just when I thought things couldn't any worse, Jay finally said something what felt like hours.
"There's someone in the middle of the road."
At this point I was confused but when we started to hit the crossroads I started to see him too. I stepped on the brakes, hard, and was a mere inches from ramming over him. I decided to grab my Desert Eagle in a secret compartment in the radio. I put in my pocket and started to open the door when Michael blurted out.
"Dude are you crazy?!" he exclaimed.
"This guy is out here in the middle of nowhere; correction, IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FUCKING ROAD, IN THE RAIN WEARING A HOODIE FOR CHRIST SAKES?!"
"Why do think I'm bringing my D-eagle," I whispered to him just in case, somehow this guy can hear us. "I already knew this guy is NOT human but that won't stop me from shooting him in the head."
"And if THAT doesn't work a quick snap to the neck should do it."
I started to slowly open the door and walk out while Michael and the rest of the gang started to open the seats to all the machine guns and loading clips. Yeah I got an ass load of weapons in my car, is that a smart idea? Maybe not but hey it the worst situation presented it self to a us in a time of need. I slowly approached said stranger and responded.
"Hey you alright there man? Need a ride or something?"
All he did was tilt his head a little and out of nowhere whips out a diamond sword. That's right a fucking diamond sword. Where did he get? Who cares. I reacted fast enough for him to swing at my face, millimeters away, just grazing my nose. I just started to pelt the guy down by shooting a few shots at him and try to kick is stomach, but what does he do? He slices the bullets out of the air like they were flies and blocks my kicks with his sword. So the only option was to back up and let loose on the bullets or try to land a few jabs on his face. Then Jay started to open fire at him with his akimbo M1911. He may be able to cut bullets out of the air but I like to see him slice a barrage of bullets from Jay, who has rapid trigger finger from all the mouse clicking over the years. I was running back towards the car looking through the cup holders for an extra mag until I heard a ear piercing scream.
I looked outside to my horror 'it' stabbing Austin right through his gut and dropping him down. " Austin!"Michael shouted, running towards his limp body "Shit, you fucking bitch!" Jay said.
He whipped out akimbo M1911 pistols and started to let loose on the guy. Michael and I started to run towards Austin while Jay gave us covering fire. "Austin, come on stay with us man, stay with us."
Michael removed his bandanna and wrap it around Austin's cut. "TJ hold the wound while I-...*gurgle*.
My eyes grew wide when Michael's throat just had a gaping hole, blood leaking out of it. "R...u...n...T..J"
"NOOOOOO!"
Those were the last words Michael said and he dropped dead on the asphalt. I looked to where the shot came from and what I saw made my blood boil. Jay was lying on the ground face first with a sword stuck to his leg stuck to the ground. And I look at what the hooded stranger was holding. He was holding the M1911 that Jay was using.
"Son...of...a...BITCH!" I said.
I just let the bullets fly but none them hit him. I kept pelting bullets into until I heard *CLICK* *CLICK*. I threw the gun aside charged towards, hoping for a some form of contact. But he just swatted me away like child and I went flying hitting the car hood. I closed my eyes, and waited for him to finish me, knowing it was over. Then *BANG*.I slowly opened my eyes to see Jay lifting himself up and shooting the hooded stranger one bullet in the guy's left hand hand making him drop the gun due to the pain.
The hooded stranger slightly reeled back and looked at Jay who said "I'm not done with you motherfucker". The stranger pulled the sword out of Jay's leg who howled in pain.
"AAARRGHH!"
Swiped the sword at ground to removing all the blood. The stranger pointed the sword at Jay and said in a low hiss.
"Any last words mortal?"
I saw his eyes for the first time...they were just pure white that glowed with a burning hate in the stormy night.
"Yea...*cough*...I do" muttered Jay but loud enough for 'him' to hear.
He slowly reached out towards his pocket 3 grenades wrapped together.
"...Fuck you too."
And he pulled the pin.
A fiery explosion engulfed Jay and the hooded stranger shaking the air. My ears were buzzing after the shock of the explosion and I was deaf as HELL. I slowly pushed myself up to see the damage. I was the only survivor. Pain started to hit me near my lungs. I was bleeding out due to the shot went through Michael, hitting me.
"Hahahahaaa...*coughs blood*...so this how I go huh? Well hopefully the afterlife will be better than this fiasco..."
Darkness surrounded my vision before seeing HIM still alive. SOMEHOW. That was all I remembered before I passed out.
Author Notes:I hope this rewritten version of my story catches the eye of a few more people.
If you are a martial artist guru, I know Mugai Ryu is a martial for the sword and not really a form of defense for the body unless you have a weapon and that Pangomot technically involves Panantukan, Kali and Arnis, and Silat which is all a combination of Filipino boxing in-a-wayish.
I do have a reason for making them a bit overpowered and then-some because I read a bit of Mob Kingdom, props to Najee, and their powers kind of seemed a little OP and in this story the mobs are gonna have more powers and abilities give or take. So yea I am preparing my characters and then some when they get there "other worldly abilties" *cough*
And If your really a nerd you'll notice I used a specfic martial arts set that accompanies each other very well that may be recognized in a certain video game *wink wink, nudge nudge*. :3
I'll let you guys figure out what it is, it kind of obvious actually. There I used pistols instead of Uzi's or Mp5's.
There Rhapzody I still included weapons but pistols and some hand-to-hand and I'm sorry if there characters are still weird I will try to fix that in the next chapter. Hopefully...
Hope you like my 5,045 word first story. Improvised give or take. -TσαѕтOfSραятα