AVATAR: RISE OF THE WOLF REMAKE.
It was a quiet night in the middle of the Australian desert. The red ground still warm from the hot day. The wind was blowing slightly, causing the few plants the sway. Everything was at peace.
Expect for one man walking home from a long trip to the nearby town. Nearby meaning at least a hundred kilometers from where he was now. The man was wearing a large coat and was holding a stolen shotgun in his hand. His face was covered in shadow from his hat, one similar to what cowboys wore in the days of old. The only thing one could see on his face was his yellow, glowing eyes.
The man stopped in front of the door to his hut, built from scrap metal, wire and the odd piece of wood, his little home wasn't the greatest around but it did the job.
He pushed the door open before closing it with the shotgun once he entered. The man put his hat on a coat hanger he had stolen a few years back before walking over to his gun rack. He had everything, from muskets made in the 18th century to a F90 assault rifle, a prototype gun he stole a few months back. If it interested him, he took it.
The man blinked his eyes once, making them go from their glowing yellow, to normal, brown eyes. He flipped a switch next to the rack, turning on a light before placing the shotgun on a empty part of the rack.
He looked the rack over once more before picking up a Webley IV and loading a single, silver looking, bullet into it. He spun the chamber and closed the gun up before walking over to a chair in the middle of the little metal hut he made.
The man sat down on the chair and looked at the bookcase against far wall and used his inhuman sight to go over the titles of the books he had stolen. They were all non-fiction books, instead going over a number of subjects, warfare being the subject most of the books went over. Some however taught other things, such as how to make black powder, muskets and such.
The few books the man owned that didn't involve weapons or war were books meant to teach the reader other languages. From English, German, French and Spanish to Mandarin, Korean and modern Japanese.
But that was all useless now. The man leaned back in his chair as he thought his life over. It didn't take long before the man came across thoughts that were better left alone.
"What a fucking life." The man spoke, sounding very young despite his size. He thought his life over more before reaching for a journal he made to record the things he did through out his life. From the beginning of his new life to the end of the war.
"Let's see, childhood goes to fucking hell about ten years ago, first kill a year later at six, lost right eye at eight and left arm at ten. Killed torturer/master at same age and gave away humanity a month later. Forgot old name, gave myself new name: Rick Locker. War started at age twelve and ended roughing five months ago after three years of hell."
The man, Rick, closed the book and placed it in his coat before lifting the hand that held the gun up. He looked at the gun for what felt like years but must of been only a few seconds.
"Time to put an end to this sad story."
With that he opened the gun up once more and check which chamber the bullet was in. He turned the chamber slightly so it would line up with the barrel once cocked.
He place the gun under his chin and closed his eyes. He wore a small smile as he thought about what he was about to do.
"If hell's real, they better watch out because I'm going to fuck shit up when I get there."
Before he could even pull back the hammer, the door to his hut slammed open. Acting on pure instinct, Rick jumped from his seat and pointed the gun at the door. What he saw confused him.
Standing at the door was a figure covered in shadow slowly looking up at Rick. The figure raised his hand, one that was, strangely, covered in scales and had talons on the finger tips. It uncurled one of it's fingers, pointing it at Rick.
"You." It spoke.
Rick cocked his gun as he glared the figure down. The figure stepped into Rick's hut before the door closed behind it on it's own.
"You're perfect."
The figure started to shake with laughter, Rick on the other hand, was very pissed off.
"FUCK OFF!"
Rick fired his only shot at the figure hoping to kill it and return to what he was about to do. But after the loud bang, nothing happen. The figure was still there and still laughing.
Rick was about to tackle the thing in front of him before he started to feel weak. Very, very weak. He dropped his empty gun as his legs gave out below him.
Rick fell to the ground with a thud, banging his jaw on his chair during the fall. Rick used all the energy he had left to stare at the laughing figure with yellow eyes. With a final, beastly growl, Rick let out a final breath before blacking out.
That was the last time Rick breathed the world's air.
Well, that world at least.
A/N: Well then, the first chapter of my ROTW remake is here. To think I got this out the day after I announced it. I thought it would of taken a lot longer, hence the five day widow I gave myself.
For those who don't know, this is a remake of my flagship story ROTW which will be/was taken down on the 19th/20th of October 2014.
I hope this will get a bit more of a reaction out of the readers of fanfiction than the first did.
And for those wanting to see Team Avatar, stay tune for that next chapter. It should be up before next week if I don't slack off as I've all ready got the first part of Chapter two done.
Let's all hope this is better than the disaster that my first story was.
Before I leave I'd like to thank anyone who read my first story and I hope you enjoy this better then that one.
For those who wanted to read the never to be finished Chase chapter for my old story can find it as the last chapter of my old story and it will be put up on my Deviantart profile.
My thanks go to everyone who's read this and I hope you all do well in life.
See ya later.