Friends 'Till the End
By: Afrolady114
Prologue
One boy and three girls were screeching and giggling uncontrollably, as five-year olds tend to do. They ran around in their swimsuits and sprayed each other with bright, yellow-and-green toys called super soaker 50's. The four kids were having a grand ol' time in the "whale-sized" yard that belonged to Rose's family: The tallest kid in the group. She had short, strawberry blonde hair that was tangled like vines in a grape vineyard. Rose had a special condition called heterochromia, that is, her eyes were different colors. Her left eye was gray and her right eye was green. She wore a blue, floral patterned, one-piece bathing suit. In both of her hands she waved a stick with a red cloth tied to the top of it. Running behind her in a pale green, two-piece bathing suit was a shorter girl named, Anna. She had wavy, red hair that fell a little past her chin. Her eyes were blue as sky and her freckles on her cheeks stood out on her slightyly burnt skin. She sprayed Rose in the back of her head with her yellow-and-green super soaker. The only boy in the group was named, Kale. He was roughly the same height as Anna. He had super short, spiky, dark brown hair. His spikes were a bit sloppy from being sprayed by water. He had blue eyes that matched his cerulean blue trunks. He soaked Anna's legs with her brightly colored super soaker. She started to jump franticly from sensation of icy-cold water dancing on her skin. Finally, spraying Kale was Kris. She was the same height as Rose. Her green eyes matched her green, one-piece bathing suit. She had her light brown hair pulled up in a wet pony tail that flopped across her back with each step she took. The four played in the summer heat as if it were their last day alive. After twenty-minutes of running around and spraying each other with water, the four kids fell onto the cool, green grass.
"That was fun!" Rose spoke to no one in particular as she panted heavily. The stick with the red flag lay a few feet away from her hands. The other three kids encircled Rose's head with their own.
"Yeah, I wish we could do this every day!" Anna giggled as Kris poked her stomach.
"Even when we get older?" Kale questioned to everyone as he fiddled with a piece of grass.
"Even when we get older." Kris shouted to the sky above. The other kids joined in with Kris' screaming. Once the moment of happiness passed, the four fell silent for a while. They all were preoccupied by the clouds passing overhead. After a few minutes of guessing what animals the clouds were, Rose suddenly stood up and faced the other three kids. "We all make a promise right now!" She held out her right hand in a fist. "We'll stick together from now on, no matter what happens!" Her eyes burned in determination as she glared at the others. Anna, Kale, and Kris stumbled to get up onto their feet. They added their fists to Rose's. "Together forever!" Rose screamed as she punched the sky.
"Together forever!" The other three kids repeated.
"Friends 'till the end!" Rose's voice cracked.
"Friends 'till the end!" The other three chanted.
The group of kids continued to chant, "Friends 'till the end," until their parents called them into Rose's home for dinner. The kids forgot about the chanting and raced each other to see who could be the first one to the table. Four kids: All the same, yet unique in subtle ways. Their journey into the wild and spontaneous ways of life started to unravel.
Seventeen years later…
December 21, 2012. Area 51. 10:35pm Pacific Standard Time.
Monitors and energy readings inside the secluded walls of Area 51 were on at full power, and they emitted a cacophony of beeps, whirls, and chirps. The machines were tracking a meteor that had entered Earth's atmosphere. What was unusual about this meteor were the energy levels this—thing had. This object was definitely not an ordinary hunk of space junk. This riled up every scientist and every government agent in Area 51. Anything out of the ordinary was considered to be a security threat to the members of Area 51. One agent in a black suit with tinted sunglasses stood cross-armed in the room filled with the screaming machines. He had been tracking this object since the machines picked up its energy signature thousands of miles in space. He eyed a sixty-inch monitor that mapped the object's projected landing. The volatile mass would land thirty-five miles southwest of Area 51. The agent continued to track the objects decent on the screen. The screen showed a pulsating, yellow circle descending on a dashed, yellow path towards Earth's surface. The yellow dot on the screen came closer and closer to the surface. The excitement was like watching paint dry in a room filled with water. The man frowned as the yellow light impacted the Earth. He brought his wrist up to his mouth and spoke.
"The birdie has landed. I repeat: The birdie has landed. Scramble everyone."
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Twenty-six, black SUV's roared across the Yucca Flat region in Nevada. They were traveling to see what the mysterious meteorite really is. The closer and closer the vehicles drew to the crater, more and more electronics within their hulking frames begun to fail. Sadly, that was not the only phenomenon in the area. Once the vehicles were about five miles away from the crater, the ground became infected with living veins that glowed myriad shades of navy blues, of royal purples, and of crimson reds. As the unsuspecting humans quickly found out, the veins originated from the celestial object. Warily, all the humans parked their vehicles, and shuffled towards the edge of the smoldering hole in the desert floor. All the agents held their pistols close to their chests as they stood on the ledge of the crater, unsure of what its contents were. When the timid agents peered inside the crater their eyes were fixated on a sparkling, rainbow colored sphere with an off centered, sideways cross chiseled into it. The agent that witnessed the crash slid down the crater to take a closer look at the object. As he neared the marked sphere the faint glow became brighter. Once he reached the object he had to shield his eyes from the light. Without looking at the sphere tapped it with the muzzle of his pistol. A hollow clink rang through the night air. Nothing happened. The agent released his breath and ordered his colleagues to prep the sphere for transportation. Or so he thought.
The sphere suddenly bolted up into the air and blinded all the humans with the entire spectrum of light. Something was emerging from the spherical casing. Two translucent wings that looked like tribal butterfly wings, folded outward from the sphere into the night sky. They shimmered with all the colors of the rainbow. On the multi-colored wings were etchings that resembled what one could find on a computer chip. Next, a torso with two arms and two legs were mapped out from the center of the crossed sphere by a mass of tinted, luminous, electric blue wires. The wires snapped and bounded together like a frenzied school of piranhas. In a matter of seconds the wires formed the figure of a muscular male. The head of the entity slowly built itself up from the neck on up with the same wires. The face of the space being was a perfect match to the agent that had tapped his rainbow colored prison. All the humans stared in awe at the massive, twelve-foot tall, winged wireframe being. The glowing orb crept up inside the being's body until it locked itself in place (where the human heart would be located) with an earsplitting hiss. The luminous humanoid folded its arms across its chest and floated above the crater, scowling at the nervous humans in black suits.
The agent inside of the crater cleared his voice and shouted up to the giant winged freak. "You are inside a restricted area! Come down with your hands above your head or we will use deadly force upon you if you do not cooperate with us!" He shakily aimed his pistol at the creature's head. The forty agents surrounding the crater did the same. The entity folded his strangely patterned wings across his body, cocooning himself in a rainbow of wires. The humans held their poses, sweat trickling down their brows. Suddenly, the air around them grew cold. The ground beneath their feet began to tremble. The winged creature's "heart" began to shine brighter than a star. The humans began to fire recklessly at the wireframe creature. Their bullets flew harmlessly through the entity. The humans started to panic and flee into their vehicles.
"I am," the creature snapped its wings back out, "Tabuu." Three, fire orange shockwaves of energy ripped through the ground at the speed of sound. The humans never stood a chance. The waves of energy disintegrated all the humans, all the vehicles, and Area 51. The shockwaves rippled out of existence once they spent all of their energy. Tabuu gazed at the blackened terrain surrounding him with a smirk on his face. Oh, how he loved this feeling of ecstasy whenever he killed something. The burnt soil slowly became infected with the pulsating veins of blues, reds, and purples. "Subspace" as it was called, was Tabuu's domain to rule. He levitated towards the remains of the most secretive facility in the United States, and found that two computers still functioned. The computers were connected to three satellites. Tabuu smiled even more. He called forth the subspace terrain to surround him in a sphere of darkness. Once the sphere was complete, he dove straight into the computers and traveled up to the satellites via radio waves. A few seconds later, Tabuu was inside one of the American satellite named, Aurora. Using his own powers to amplify the power of Aurora, he redirected the satellite into the depths of space and broadcasted a cryptic message to an ancient civilization he once terrorized.
"Hear my voice once more people of Za'taji. I am free. I am living despite your feeble efforts to kill me. If you wish to continue to live your insignificant lives, you shall draw all members of your race into a grand army for my bidding. I shall use your army to conquer the planet I have been released upon—Earth. The coordinates are being sent to you as I speak. Make haste with your preparations, lest you wish history to repeat itself. I, Tabuu, shall rule the universe soon. Do not disappoint me people of Za'taji." Tabuu remained inside the Aurora. The satellite had already been infected with the beating veins of darkness. Tabuu felt a little cramped inside of the Aurora, but anything was better than the container he was previously sealed inside of. He had been a part of that container for so long, it became a part of him. He shuddered at that thought and pushed that fact deep within the corner of his mind.
As Tabuu settled down inside of his new "home", he began to sense a great energy called, Potential Power. Potential Power was the name of an energy source that lit a deceased galaxy's sun. The power of dead galaxy's sun was so great, that its energy had to have been vented off into space. Once in space, the energy sought out a new host to live inside. Most of the flares were absorbed inside of planets, or stars, but only a handful were absorbed inside living beings. These beings were called flares of life. Their title came from the name of the powerful star. These flares of life were beings that possessed powers of great strength and if gone unchecked, these fighters could potentially defeat Tabuu. He writhed inside his shell when he realized there were not one, but four users on this planet. Four users on one planet is just plain ridiculous. He used the Aurora to pinpoint the locations of the four flares of life. Once he located their positions he broadcasted another message to the Za'taji.
"People of Za'taji, there are four beings of special importance dwelling on this planet. I am sending you their energy signatures. Find them and destroy them. Do not fail me."
A/N: Boom. Cheesy prologue is cheesy prologue :3
Chapter 1 will be up soon.
ALSO: Super Smash Bros. (or any of the characters in any of the games) DO NOT BELONG TO ME. They belong to their respective owners. Please, don't sue me. Okay? Thanks!