Chapter 1: Templar of the Gate
Disclaimer: I don't own GK. All I own are A: My original characters, and B: this damn computer!
AN: This story like… starts in the US, and makes its way to Japan. You might not like my characters since they're probably snotty to ya. Aw hell! Just read it!
The twelve remaining AEGIS enforcers who were all that was left of the hundreds of men that were protecting the UN building, also AEGIS USA's headquarters, were emptying their rifle Magazines at a shadowy figure with a pair of black glowing energy blades emitting from his wrists. In his eyes, glowed a corresponding pair of black inner gates. He was fast, deflecting every single bullet before it even got within four feet of him. He slowly progressed towards the twelve, who were pulling back towards the revolving doors until they were practically acting as its shield… then he disappeared.
The next thing they knew, he was right in front of them. They started screaming as he slashed at them, killing three at a time. Two who were quick enough rushed into the doors as one pushed the emergency button located conveniently behind it. Thick titanium-steel double doors slowly began to move towards each other until the main entrance was no longer seen. One of the enforcers calmed down, reached for his communicator, and contacted Supreme Commander Steven Bates, 63 years old, who was safe in the base.
In the command room of AEGIS US, Steven Bates swiveled around in his egg chair and faced the monitor where the face of a scared man was. "What's the situation?" Bates asked him.
"It wasn't just an invader, sir." He replied shakily.
"Then what was it?" Bates inquired even deeper.
"It was a… a… a…"
"Calm down! What was it?" Bates gave the man a stern look.
"It was a Gatekeeper, sir."
"A Gatekeeper? Was it Shadow?"
"No sir, it was different. He was using some kind of energy blade…a pair actually, to attack us. We didn't stand a chance!"
"WHAT!?" Bates was shocked, "How!? No ordinary Gatekeeper could get into the building with the defense system we have set up! What happened to those?"
"He destroyed them first, then focused his attack on the front."
"Good Lord!" Bates exclaimed, "Get back down here ASAP!"
"Yes si—" he was cut off when a loud crash was heard and gunfire began to erupt. He then cut the transmission. The last thing Bates saw was the man poising his rifle, aiming at something.
Bates was mad, and his face was decorated with beads of sweat when he swiveled around again to face a man of about 29 wearing a leather jacket, a white shirt, blue denim pants, high-soled, black, outdoor leather shoes, a ring with a red gem on his right hand, an AEGIS communication watch on his left wrist, and fingerless gloves. He had brown hair, and a hairdo with bangs just over his hazel eyes.
Bates stared at him, getting the man's attention. It's time, he thought. Bates opened his mouth to speak, "Agent Donnehue, it looks like you'll have to go up there and stop him."
Kyle Donnehue, leader of the Templar Gatekeeper force gave Bates a confident smirk and replied, "This should be good," as he removed the gem from his ring and uttered, "Unlock the Gate." White rings signifying his Gate power, the Gate of Light, appeared in his dilated pupils before another set of white rings showed up just beneath him. He slowly sank into the entrance until he was no longer seen, and the Gate disappeared.
The Templar Gatekeepers were a more highly evolved breed then that of a normal Gatekeeper. Born with unbelievable Gate abilities, they are the best of the best, the cream of the crop. In fact, their Gate powers are so potent that the mere action of opening the Gate will give the owner enough power to destroy the world. This is why they were to wear these Gate-seals; advanced Gate-suppression devices conveniently compacted into little rings. They were designed to seal off or 'lock' the wearers Gate. All they had to do to unlock it was to remove the gem, which was like a switch of some sort.
Although their Gates are not opened, they still exhibited powerful emissions from them. The same way a door that is unlocked displays vague forms of an opening, the same goes for them. The Gate does not need to be opened in order to use the power.
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The mysterious intruder surveyed the reception hall and calmed down. The blades disappeared as his gate closed and he dropped on a nearby couch. He was middle aged, with a beard that said it's been a long time since he shaved, black eyes, and messed up hair. Furthermore, to top off his style, he wore a Russian outdoor hat made from God knows what kind of animal's pelt, and matching wilderness clothes. Dose guards were completely foolish to tink dat dey could stop me, he thought with a Russian accent as he took a piece of biscuit out of a pouch hanging from his belt and began to munch.
He almost shot up to the ceiling when his beeper rang all of a sudden. He reached for the small message box, and checked it, 'Phase one of the operation has been completed flawlessly. The spy is doing its job perfectly. Come and meet me at Tokyo Tower, Japan. From Cartegie,' it read. The man almost smiled as he mumbled, "Dees operation is too easy. I'll just get up and—" he froze in his mid-sentence when he sensed the incredible amount yet familiar power he was picking up from somewhere nearby. He scanned the surrounding area and stopped as he laid his eyes on an open Gate on the floor, with something that could be recognized as a man's head, slowly rising out.
The form was at last completely out of his portal, revealing a very unimpressed Kyle Donnehue looking the intruder straight in the eye. Kyle's orbs widened in disbelief as he realized who the intruder was, "Alexei Goddarov!?" he questioned, astonished, "I thought you were dead!"
"Tings are never what dey seem, Kyle." The man replied.
"Why in the hell did you start working with the invaders!?" He changed from amazed to enraged. His former companion was now his enemy, and thus it was going to be hard to fight him.
"To tell you da truth, Kyle, I was jealous; jealous of your power. I was jealous of you, jealous of Jason, jealous of Mica, jealous of Eve, hell, I was even jealous of dat Japanese ten-year-old, Maya!" he paused in brief and thought, until he spoke once more, "And deeper steel…dat ominous little girl you call Darla. You had all of da powerful Gate abilities! But me, I was stuck wid my patetic Gate of Shields and Protection." He unlocked his Gate and a single blade extended from his wrist, "But now, look at me! My Negative Gate has made me stronger! Stronger even den you." he pointed at Kyle irately with his free arm, "Feel da power of da Gate of Black Edges!" he said as he charged at the leader of the Templar Gatekeepers at an alarming rate.
Goddarov began to hack and slash at Kyle's general direction, but the agent always seemed to avoid his attacks with relative ease. Goddarov was at a loss. Even though he was already at a fighting pace, Kyle seemed to be so relaxed as he avoided his attacks. He then decided to use one of his newly developed techniques. "Harth Sickle!" A solid black sword sickle materialized in his hand. He grasped it out of mid air and began to move with incredible speed. He had become much faster than just a few moments ago. Kyle was shocked when Goddarov caught up with him and wounded his left side slightly. He recoiled in pain, clutching his injured rib, and retreated.
Goddarov just smiled and explained, "Each of my blades enhances different aspects of my abilities. My Harth Sickle greatly increases my speed." He appeared very proud of his powers.
"Great," Kyle said sarcastically, "I can't wait to see what other bits of cutlery you've got to throw." He then extended his palm towards Goddarov and commanded, "Photon Shot!" a ball of white light popped out of the small gate in front of his open palm and rushed towards Goddarov, who evaded the attack as though he had wings.
"Not bad," Goddarov said, "Now how about dis?" his eyes dilated as he commanded, "Black Slayer!" his Harth sickle disappeared and in its place poised a sword with a huge blade with ancient markings on it. "Can you guess what my Black Slayer does, Kyle?"
"No," he again said sarcastically, "What do you think I am, some kind of idiot!? Of course I could guess, judging from your next move, what your big fat sword does!"
Goddarov chuckled. "I like da way you make fun of da most serious of occasions, Kyle."
He again rushed towards Kyle with the heavy sword in tow, and was about to slash the hell out of him, when Kyle abruptly uttered, "Prism Saber!" A white, radiant sword appeared in his hand just in time to fend off Goddarov's attack. The pressure was much greater than expected, and it looked like Goddarov had more enough strength to break Kyle's puny looking saber.
Kyle then used a technique none of his companions had ever seen before, a last ditch attempt to win a reprieve from death at the hands of the enemy. Holding the Prism Saber with his right hand, he placed his left hand with his middle and forefinger extended in front of Goddarov's eyes, who met his, and said, "Flash Bow!" A small ball of light could be noticed concentrating on the tip of Kyle's middle finger, and Kyle knew what he had to do next. He closed his eyes just as the light exploded blinding Goddarov, and deafening the both of them, causing him to pull back.
"My eyes!" Goddarov bellowed, "You bastard!"
Protecting his face with his left hand and holding his blade with the other, Goddarov jumped back five meters, which was amazing for a man of his age, and said, "I have business elsewhere, Kyle." He made the sword disappear, "I'll be seeing you later." A black Gate appeared beneath Goddarov and began to swallow him until he was no more.
"Coward," Kyle muttered under his breath, "I'll find you soon enough." He turned in the direction of the elevator that led towards AEGIS US, but stopped halfway when he was disturbed by a beeping sound. He scanned the area searching for the source, and stooped down at his feet. There, he found it, a small black box. It was Goddarov's beeper. The idiot must've dropped it, he thought as he picked it up and read the message, 'What's taking you so long? Why aren't you at Tokyo Tower yet? From Cartegie'
"So that's where he's going, eh? Just wait for me, Alexei. I'll catch up with you soon enough."
He examined the last part of the message, 'From Cartegie'. "Cartegie, eh?" He mumbled to him self, The name sounded so familiar, but where--he was struck with realization once more, "But this can't be Hans Cartegie! He died with Goddarov during that mission!" He dropped the beeper and contacted Bates on his watch..
Bates' face appeared on the tiny monitor concealed by the face of the clock, "What happened?" Bates asked.
"He was good," Kyle replied.
"What do you mean by that?"
"He was a surprisingly tough opponent."
"Who was he?"
"A ghost from the past."
"Anybody you knew?"
"Goddarov."
"That's outrageous!" Bates retorted, "You of all people should know that he died during your mission to Sicily!"
Kyle had all but forgotten that incident, it happened several years ago. During that time, the only Templar Gatekeepers known to exist were Goddarov from Russia, who had the Gate of Shields and Protection, Hans Cartegie from Germany, who had the Gate of Purity and Healing, Kyle himself, an American, with the Gate of Light, and Jason Tripley from Australia, who owned the Gate of Burning Earth. They were in a cavern that night, and the invaders would not stop coming. They were marching from the depths of the mine, while others blocked the exit of the tunnel. They were caught in between.
"You go on ahead!" Goddarov yelled at the three, "I will try to stop dem!" He unlocked his Gate and commanded, "Hell Seal!" A six-foot-thick translucent, purple wall blocked the tunnel leading into the deep abyss of God knows where, impeding the invaders' advancement.
"Just what I need," Jason said, perkily, "Some covah! Now it's my tuhn!" his pupils dilated as his Gate was unlocked and he shouted, "Fire Stream!" The earth began to shake as pure hot magma began to ooze out of the ground just in front of Jason and started to creep towards the invaders who were blocking the entrance to the mine.
They began to burst into crystals as the magma seared them one by one until the exit was clear, and the lava receded into the crack in the earth. "All Cleah! Let's move out!" What Jason failed to notice, however, was that the invaders were piling up on the opposite side of their group, trying to push through the partition that Goddarov had created. Soon, a core invader appeared, and they began to fuse until a very large drill was formed.
Goddarov's eyes widened when he saw the drill moving in his direction. It began to thrust violently at the energy barricade, and it was slowly giving way. "I can't hold it off any longer!" He shouted at his comrades, "You have to get out now!" The three other Templar made a rush for the exit when the earth began to shake. The mine was caving in! Several boulders fell and separated Goddarov from the others. A few moments later, his scream echoed through the thick rock.
By this time, more invaders had blocked the tunnel entrance again. Another cluster of boulders fell behind the remaining Gatekeepers as Kyle took a mirror out of his pocket, tossed it up into the air, and cried, "Reflector Shot!" as he threw an orb of light at the mirror. The mirror absorbed the ball of energy as it fell to the ground. An array of piercing beams of white light abruptly shot out of the mirror, decimated the wall of invaders, and reduced them to a bunch of green crystals.
Kyle and Jason made it to the exit, but Cartegie was nowhere in sight. They turned around to find him crushed under the mass of boulders that fell just a moment after the two had gotten out of the mineshaft. "I guess he was too slow," Jason commented.
"God, protect their souls as they make their way to their final destination." Kyle said as he did the sign of the cross.
"I didn't know you were a Roman Catholic, mate." Jason said in his Australian accent as he rested his left hand on Kyle's shoulder comfortingly, "Don't worry, mate. I'm sure they'll find solace where they're going." He assured.
"I guess so." Kyle said, still a little poignant from the incident, "Let's go back to the US."
"Can't we at least finish our tour?" Jason asked tauntingly.
"No. We have to report this to the Commander." Kyle turned to face the east. The sun was rising. He always thought of the sunrise as hope. As long as another day comes, you can always retreat to plan the next move.
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AN: Hope you like it! It's my first GK fic in ages! Just review, okay? Flames gladly accepted