O.K. first of all this is my first fic. Ever. I don't really care that much about it and only write when I feel like it. The characters reflect my friends John Joe and Kyle, and me. It started like a small "diary" entry. (I don't keep a diary) I was just board so I started to write a story. I didn't expect it to be a gantz fic. I wasn't even going for a fic. At all, I just kept typing and it came to be. This story contains drug use and dirty language. Yes I smoke pot and there is nothing wrong with that.
NO VICTIM NO CRIME as I always say.
CH. 1-CRACK HEAD
"Kyle"..."KYLE1"..."KYLE!!!!!"
"HOLY SHIT!" All four of us practically screamed in unison.
"You raging fucktard, you always drive like this when your stoned!" John barked as he lowered his hand from his chest. "You are the reason I get chest pains at 17."
"You know you're supposed to take that turn at 45 not 80, some times I honestly think you want us to die." Joe chimed in from the backseat of the GMC Astro van. Neither Joe nor I were too delighted by the thought of getting into even a low speed collision in this heap. It's a nice van, very effective when you got a bowl to smoke and nowhere to do it. The only problem is that recent damage to the side door made it impossible to open from the inside. Joe and I have the pleasure of a slow burning death; John and Kyle would most likely die on impact.
"You always drive like this when you're stoned." Kyle had a nasty habit of turning your words back at you even at the most inappropriate of times.
"That makes no sense, at all." I replied back at him.
"Nathan when I want your opinion I'll ask for it." He said as he once again applied the gas. Putting us back into "high octane driving" speeds as Kyle put it.
"You know one of these days..." I was cut off as Kyle turned his head for a moment to glare at me. He knew what I was going to say anyways. I shut up and handed John a cigarette then lit one for myself.
Meanwhile, in the lane besides us:
A man puts a thin glass pipe to his mouth. He slowly begins to burn the white rock on the business end of said pipe. As the crack begins to burn smoke first went to a small orb the size of a golf ball before traveling through a glass tube to his waiting lungs. He slowly exhaled a fairly large amount of smoke.
"Damn, man coughcough too much, too much" He drowned in his own smoke to say.He reached over to grab his drink to sooth his throat. As he did this he unknowingly took the wheel with him.
"Nathan when I want your opinion I'll ask for it." I didn't catch that as i fished my own cigarettes out. I noticed John not finding his.
"You know one of these days..." (This is pretty the end of any sane moment we will ever have again).
Just before I was able to light my cigarette a sickening lurch to the right told us immediately that something had hit us. Everything was on big blur as our van moved into the next lane causing even more destruction as more cars swerved to avoid the slaughter. Kyle tried to return to his original lane but apparently the fucking crack-head that hit us was still able to move ahead and actually crashed into the car ahead of us. As Kyle tried to go back to his lane he overcorrected and clipped the corner of the wreak in front of us. This in turn caused the van to roll; this is when time seemed to slow for a bit. I just remember thinking at one point when we were upside-down." This is really going to suck when we land isn't it." I'm fairly sure my friends were thinking the same thing.
It was kind of strange knowing that we were all probably about to die very soon. I remember seeing Kyle look out the window at the up coming dangers we would have absolutely no way of avoiding. As of then we were at a point in the roll where we were upright facing oncoming traffic. As far as i could tell John was already gone, a large piece a glass protruding from his neck. It took me some time to notice the windshield was splattered with blood. I saw a dim glow in the center of a large blood spot. This light turned into two, this was followed by a large horn blast.
As it turns out the truck that was quickly approaching us was much closer than I thought. My thoughts turned to my friend and to the extent of their injuries. I didn't really notice my own, I don't know if I just wasn't hurt or I just didn't want to even think about how much pain I was actually in. The truck smashed head on in to our van, which was dwarfed by it. I hear a sickening "squish" as Kyle was torn in half a little above the waist after which he let out a last scream. There was no reaction from John, confirming my thoughts earlier. I managed to look over at Joe's seat to find it empty when I realized the side window was just gone.
"He must have taken off his seatbelt earlier" I thought as I looked into my lap. AS my vision became blurry I lightly patted Kyle's severed arm off my lap with my last ounce of strength.
"I told him, I fucking told him. So many times too. You know one of these days, were gonna all die because of your recklessness when your stoned. You give all stoners a bad name."
I began thinking of anything I would have done differently. I stopped because there are so many things I just wouldn't be alive long enough. It took me a while to register the fact that all my friends were dead. I couldn't think of a single bad time I had had with those guys. They've always been there; we always made the best out of a bad time. I decided life would just be too boring to live without those guys there so I was ready to die now.
"Ha, what would I want on my tombstone:
NATHAN
Atheist
"All dressed up and nowhere to go"
After that thought I felt a strange felling that I was being watched. I heard a voice in the back of my mind,
"What's taking you so long, I don't want to start my little game without my star player now do I. You were supposed to die first in that one, but it doesn't matter I've got you now."
"Who are you?" I don't remember if I said it or thought it.
"Tell you what just because you lasted so long I'll do you a favor. I'm gonna give you 5 more min. When you arrive. I'm don't play favorites usually but those that have an unexpected will to survive often tend to be a lot of fun. I expect great things from you."
"Holy shit, who's this one?" I heard as my vision began to focus. As it did I noticed my friends sitting against a plain white wall. As soon as I was able to move my hands I reached into my pocket and grabbed my smokes, lifted one to my mouth and lit it.
"Sup." I said mostly to the people I actually knew in the boring apartment building. I was standing in front of a large black ball and ten people looking quite panicked
My friends were sitting against a nearby wall. I expected their appearance to be different in some way, but they stood there looking no different then when we left johns earlier. All four of us were wearing blue jeans and band T-shirts, except Joe who wore a pair of black pants and a band shirt. John had a Pink Floyd shirt, Kyle a Led Zeppelin shirt, Joe an Alice In Chains shirt, and I had on a white shirt with a black hoodie. The name Nirvana printed on the front in yellow. John and me were about the same size, big just not huge. Joe was short and often told he resembled Jesus with his long hair, about to his shoulders. Kyle was a little fatter than everyone else, not very fat but bigger, his hair was hidden under a Kottonmouth Kings beanie. My hair was messy and long, though not as long as Joes, John's hair had been freshly cut just the other day.
(We all have brown hair by the way)
"Gimme a smoke," John said," what took you" He said as if he knew I'd be arriving soon.
"What the hell do you mean by that." I snapped as I handed him one out of my pack.
"Well according to Joe when he got here he was alone but like 30 sec. later those guys showed up," he pointed his thumb to the corner where a family of four was sitting." Then I showed up, shortly after a brief freak out Kyle arrived, then those two. It took you about ten min to get here, I just began to lose hope for a bit." He finished.
" I heard a voice," I told them.
"When." All three of them looked pretty confused.
"Right before I got here," I responded, "I have no idea who it was but it said in an almost mechanical voice that it saw some promise in me, what ever that meant."
"Weird," Kyle replied
I was about to respond when a loud song could suddenly be heard throughout the room. I looked over to my right to see a large black ball suddenly eject three large shelves.
"We tried getting out but for some reason our hands just phase right through the doorknob." Joe explained over the music," You should take a look around particularly that room over there. I went to go look while Kyle read a bunch of text that had apparently shown itself on the ball.
"WeLl, YoU'vE fUcKeD iT uP bIg TiMe FoLkS...
YoU'rE lIvEs HaVe EnDeD...
HoW yOu'Re NeW lIvEs WiLl Be UsEd Is Up To Me...
ThAtS ThE ThEoRy AnYwAyS..."
"Yeah you've fUcKeD it up Kyle". I mumbled to myself. When I got to the room Joe pointed out it was dark. I searched for a light switch and flicked it on. Inside there were two single wheeled vehicles (at least I think) the pilot was apparently to sit inside this wheel to steer, protruding wings appeared to be weapons. On the floor there were what looked to me like small black metalic mushrooms or maybe the hilt to some invisible sword. I picked on up and re entered the room.
Most of the people in the room were too preoccupied looking at the shiny guns that were in their hands. I saw a young man holding a large rifle like item in his hands with a bliss like grin on his face.
"He must really like guns." I thought and returned to my friends. They were sitting with apparently every type of gun that had been given to them from that ball as they informed me that they came from the shelves from earlier.
"What's with the suit," I asked Joe who was wearing a skintight black suit with large yellow spots at wrists, ankles, and neck.
"Nathan you should put that on. Punch me as hard as you can." Joe replied. I knew Joe wouldn't say that unless he was sure of himself, so I did. It felt like my hand hit a wall. Good thing I wasn't really in to the punch or I would have broken my hand.
"Here's yours." He said as he handed me a box with my name on it," we also found this." He pulled up a rather small bow from behind him. It was thin and black; I couldn't even tell if there was a string on it to pull. I took it and exchanged it for my item.
"I think this is some sort of sword." I said as John's ears perked at the sound.
"Mine," he yells grabbing the black mushroom.
"Hand me that gun," I said wanting to get a better look.
In most of the time I have been here I hadn't looked at the other people in the room. I didn't care who they were but I was still curious. A man was sitting crouched in a corner practically biting his fingers off. I really didn't want to know what was wrong with him. The family sat motionless probably to scared to move, I was shocked to see that one of the two kids began to dissolve right in front of me.
"Holy shit what the fuck is happening to him." Everyone looked up to see and responded,
"That's how everyone got here, we think, No way to know what's happening now."
"Hand me my suit." I said quickly. As I grabbed it I felt my body freeze and my vision began to dissolve. I reappeared in the middle of the street holding a bow a small handgun-looking weapon, and some funky suit. I watched as everyone began to appear around me in quite a timely fashion. I scanned my surroundings to see that I was in front of a large sign that read "City Zoo"
I didn't move until Kyle had completely reappeared. I finally got to see up close the mode of our mysterious travels. Three thin beams of light seemed to remake every part of his body. I could even see the inside of his stomach before the red, blue , and green lasers finally reached the ground releasing Kyle from his frozen state.
John and Kyle were not in the suits given to them although Kyle took his with him.
"Dude look at this shit!" John yelled as he pressed a button on what was obviously a sword. The mushroom like object emitted a four foot long black blade. John demonstrated that it could change sizes at will. Joe was busy checking out his guns, when he looked up at me and said,
"I think I've got the guns figured out man." Joe said still mostly examining the strange weapon. Joe showed us a small screen on the back of the smaller handheld gun. this showed an X-ray image of whatever he pointed at. He aimed the gun at a nearby street post to check what it even did. A bright flash of light was seen by the entire group, scaring the young family about ten feet away.
"What the hell are you thinking, you don't even know what these things do." The young woman screamed
"Shut up!" All four of us had our weapons at the ready pointing at the shaking foursome. The street post hadn't done anything when Joe shot it so we all lost interest. Heads turned as a large explosion was heard.
The street post was now gone, I looked over to see a very large and satisfied grin on Joe's face.
"Kyle, I'm beginning to think that killing us all may have been a little bit more of a good thing than we thought." Joe laughed as he continued to examine the gun." I think this button chooses a target," Joe continued as he selected another street post in the guns small X-ray screen and pointed the gun straight into the air. About five seconds went by and the same street post also blew sky high.
" From what we can tell the other guns work the same way." John said showing me a large shotgun like metallic weapon. " I haven't tried but i guess the scope on this one is just that, a scope." he fired once at the ground. A little over five seconds went by and a three foot wide one foot deep crater appeared in front of him.
"Do they all have that damn time lag?" I asked as I finished putting my suit on. Damn, it felt like I could do anything in this, I actually thought a train could hit me and I would feel nothing. I put my Nirvana hoodie on over it and felt ready to go.
To anyone looking at me they would think it was made entirely out of leather. However it felt more like a second layer of skin. There were large yellow bumps located on my ankles and wrists, as well near the base of my neck and under my chin. I didn't have a clue what they were for.
"Apparently." Kyle said, "Although we haven't tried this one yet."Kyle held out a even stranger looking gun with three points sticking out at angles near the end of the barrel. When he pulled the trigger three projectiles shot out and wrapped themselves around a nearby tree. After circling the tree about five times they shot down and stuck in the ground." Interesting," I heard him mumble.
"Mommy I want to go home," a young girl began to cry
"OK were going right now." The girl's father replied.
" Mommy I hear a sound." The young boy in front of the family said as he turned around and began to walk backwards.
"I hear it too now." The boy's mother replied. She stopped moving when the boy's head exploded in a way that left everyone who saw it in awe.
"Billy." His younger sister yelled as she ran over to him. I was about to scream, "Get back"
But before I could she dropped to her knees and began to clutch her head which also exploded in the same manner as her brothers.
"NNNNNNOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!" Their mother screamed as she ran over to them and she too lost her head. The children's father just stood their in shock for a while, seeming to contemplate his next move, as he picked up the gun (which until a few moments ago he thought was a stupid toy) his daughter had dropped before her untimely demise. He raised the barrel to his head a pulled both triggers, he turned as a man who apparently tuned around just in time to avoid the messy death approached him from nearby. He didn't see the man shoot himself so he walked over to him and began to offer his condolences. He didn't get three words out before he was covered in the mans blood and brain matter.
"God damn it. What the fuck is going on here I thought we were going to get to live." The man broke out hysterically.
"Stay away from any of the bodies!" I yelled," he shot himself so it's ok there." I said as I pointed at the headless corpse in front of me. Everyone seemed to agree that right before their heads exploded they complained about a loud noise so we just figured if you ever hear that sound just turn around and run till it goes away.
"Joe, before I left that room I saw a small picture on that ball." I said turning to him
" Yeah," he said," I think it told us to go kill some zoo animals, however the animals that it showed defiantly weren't your typical animals. They seemed to have odd spikes, or an extra eye, or some other appendage sticking out of it." He finished
" I don't know what is going on here but I'm going to follow you guys. You seem to kind of have things under control, considering the current situation." A short thin man said from behind us.
"M-Me t-t-too.' the blood stained man said quietly
" At least you guys have a gun," I said looking at shotgun resting in the clean mans hands." You should take that one." I continued pointing at the headless mans bloodied hand." He wont need it."
"Hey one more thing, before I got sent I saw a timer on that ball begin at 2:00:00 and start counting down, SHIT!!!!" Joe yelled as his eyes widened as if he just learned the greatest secrets of the universe," watching everyone arrive in the room I thought I saw something weird inside their heads, in all of our heads. I think that's what made them blow up. Is all this some fucking game? "
"Well there seems to be harsh punishments for breaking the "rules". I suggest we move into the Zoo to begin the "hunt." I answered Joes question.
"Umm, I grabbed one of these little PDA things from that ball. I kind of thought it may be worth something." the clean man said showing John the device.
"I take it those red dots are our targets," he said looking at how the land laid out on the small map in the PDA resembled the very spot they were standing." From the looks of this we have about one square mile to move around in, we should move like we will die if we move outside it."
At that we all took off into the main gate, I had a feeling like this was going to be an experience that would best any other experience I could ever go through.
Again I didn't expect this to be a fanfic that's just what happened. Me and my friends smoke a lot of pot and I want to stress that we are simple harmless potheads. I also live in the suburbs so there just isn't much to do. My parents are just happy that I don't do meth… and NEVER will. Meth is bad children… mkay. I already have ch. 2 done but I'll see how this does until I put up another one. By the way if you really care that we smoke weed in this story I suggest you go and get your priorities in order. If you have the time to complain seriously at something like that I only pity you and your sad sheltered life.
