A/N: Twilight War is a temporary title until I can come up with a better one. I might keep it; only time will tell. Here's Chapter 1. Enjoy.
"The greatest adventure is what lies ahead.
Today and tomorrow are yet to be said."
-Glen Yarborough: The Animated Hobbit-
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It takes someone pure of heart to defeat pure evil.
-Priest in 'End of Days'-
Chapter 1
7 Years ALS
A steady rain fell upon the rooftops of the quaint Hawaiian village known as Kokaua Town. It was early morning and the sun, half-way above the flat Pacific horizon, enveloped the area in a vermillion haze. The streets were devoid of life; all was quite and peaceful...for the moment.
Had anybody been present on the beach, they would have seen a most usual sight. 300 feet from shore the damp air shimmered and twitched, occasionally emitting bolts of bluish energy, which were quickly extinguished by the rain with a sharp sizzling sound.
Then, as though an invisible claw had swiped by, a rip in the fabric of space-time appeared like some great, gaping wound. A small, black-and-silver armored figure flew through it like a bat out of Hades, propelled by an almost silent jetpack.
45 yards from shore, the jetpack was hit by a lighting bolt, rupturing one of its side-mounted nacelles. "Oh hell!" the rocketeer cursed, desperately trying to maintain control. The rocketeer released the damaged machine's straps just as the shore appeared below, resulting in an uncontrolled roll up the beach. Without armor, the impact would have been fatal; and maybe it would have been better if it had.
For if Fate had known just who wore that armor, she might have intervened and saved countless innocent lives from a most unpleasant end. But alas, Fate is fickle, and thus she simply sits back in her chair with cruel, childish hands under her chin, chuckling to herself.
Eventually the rocketeer's roll ended upon crashing into the side of a surfboard rental shack with a bone-jarring thud. The armored being slid down the wall and lay sprawled on her back, too dizzy too move. After a few minutes the world came back into focus, and the rocketeer's helmet retracted into a slot on the back of the armor.
The rocketeer shook a long mane of raven hair free and stood, swaying a bit from her Hawaiian rollercoaster ride. The girl's large, oxblood red eyes, rimmed by evil shadows, settled on the nearest house. "Wonder what they got in the fridge, I'm hungry?" she said to herself and then chuckled coldly, pulling a small dagger from its sheath incase she was caught.
The girl easily picked the lock with her blade, and stepped into the dark kitchen. It appeared that nobody was home. She walked over to the fridge, a spiffy newer model, and pulled it open, illuminating her tanned face in a sinister glow. There were all sorts of things in all 5 categories of the Food Pyramid. Soon the armored child was sitting cross-legged on the tiled floor, happily gnawing on a chicken leg.
A gasp from the back door she had forgotten to close nearly made the girl choke. She stood from her place on the floor and whirled around with incredible speed. 15-year-old Keoni Jameson, nearly 6 feet tall now, towered in the doorway, skateboard under one arm. He'd been out for an early morning run at the skate park. "What the he-?" he started in confusion and surprise, but the blade of a knife in his chest stopped the teenager cold.
A sinister, sharp-toothed grin stretched across a devilish visage, and oxblood eyes gleamed with a hellish fire. Keoni stumbled backwards and fell spread-eagled into the sand, a red stain spreading outward over the teenager's shirt. His heart had been punctured. "It's not wise to sneak up on an armed and dangerous outlaw" the killer kid said casually, studying her dagger for a moment, then licked off some of the blood. "Not to mention I'm as crazy as a soup sandwich" she added, stepping over her victim's body and strolling off down the beach, whistling Taps to herself.
A short while later Mr. Jameson came home from a meeting, and was horrfied to find Keoni in such a state. As the man desperately tried to keep his only child away from the light, the spikey-haired teen muttered his last words, "Lilo, why?" and then he knew no more.
A few minutes later the sound of police sirens shattered the peaceful silence.
Oxblood: Deep red to medium reddish-brown.
Well, that was Chapter 1. What do you think? R&R!