PsuremSpecial – Hello, people of FanFiction! My name is PsuremSpecial with my first FanFiction, created with the help of my little cousins and friend at Flipping Table Productions (Link: u/3254633/Daethtofools). In fact, here is the commander and co-commander of Flipping Table Productions themselves: Daethtofools and DEATH!
Daethtofools – Hey there, humans! I'm here, in the—well—dark letters on your screen!
DEATH – Hey, what's up everybody?
PsuremSpecial – This story takes place in modern times, in a ZOMBIE APOCOLYPSE!
DEATH – Yeah, because, you know, zombie apocalypses are oh so rare. *Rolls eyes*
Daethtofools – Says the one who came up with the idea. =D
PsuremSpecial – Silence, you two. Moving on, this first chapter is based off of the Bangarang (by Skrillex) and the rest of the story is going be suggestions from you, our lovely audience!
DEATH – Something tells me that's a bad idea...
Daethtofools – How...?
DEATH – Well, when you, Daeth, took suggestions for that story...what was the name of it...? I forgot. Anyways, you ended up giving up on it and I found you cowering in the corner from all the reviews you got from it.
Daethtofools – ...I thought we agreed never to speak of that story again...
PsuremSpecial –Death, I think you just broke your brother...
DEATH – What?
Daethtofools – *Rocking back and forth in the corner, having a nervous breakdown.*
PsuremSpecial – Oh dear...Just read the story, everyone.
"Now have we seen this light for the last time
They're turning back the clock and we won't survive
On just hope this time
They slowly break us down from the inside
And force a way of life we don't recognise
And free will has died
We take our breath for the last time
We'll give it one more cry before they burn a hole
In our hearts again
We saw it coming, this Black Parade when will it end
Oh you and I both know, this Black Parade on fear depends
We can fight it but we can't pretend
khaste nasho, parvaz kon (don't get tired, fly)
ey khaste mooned too ghafas (Hey, the tired one in the cage)
Parvaz kon ta ke manam ba to ham avaz ham nafas (Fly until I sing and breathe with you)
The turbans reign supreme over virtue
You cannot lift your veil or speak the truth
They promise nothing but keep that bar held high for you
We saw it coming, this Black Parade will forge ahead
Oh you and I both know, this Black Parade
The demon's edge
We will fight it with our dying breath
And now they've pumped the masses full of rage
We're going to light some fires
We're going to burn the stage
The lightning is coming, the marchers will fall
Fall
khaste nasho, khaste nasho, sokooteto faryad kon (Don't get tired, don't get tired, shout loud your silence)
ta mano dari, khodeto az in ghafas azad kon (Until you've got me, free yourself from this cage)
We saw it coming, this Black Parade will meet its end
Oh you and I both know, this Black Parade, it's good as dead
We will fight until the streets turn red
This Black Parade will meet its end
Oh you and I both know, this Black Parade, it's good as dead
We will fight until the streets turn red
faryad kon (shout)
parvaz kon (fly)
We will fight until the streets turn red."
- Black Parade by Globus
July 22, 2005 – Outskirts of Chicago: Unknown Street (12:06 PM) – 2 Years Before the Outbreak
A normal-sized pink ice cream truck lazily drove down the abandoned street, passing the empty and deserted buildings, the driver not knowing what, or who, lay in waiting inside the buildings. The driver was a rather obese man, who was sporting a white chef's outfit; covered in stains of ice cream and sweat. He drove with one hand and greedily ate multiple ice cream cones with his other hand.
As the truck nosily drove past an alleyway, a large Pyrenean Mountain Dog with dirt clinging to its messy white fur poked its head out of the shadows in realization. The tag on its slightly torn brown collar shook, proudly shining the name: Appa. The dog began barking powerfully, giving to the signal to its owner.
Unknown and unnoticed by the driver, a few buildings away a bald 11-year-old boy watched through cheap and cracked plastic, yet efficient, binoculars; alerted by the loud barking. He was crouched on the top of a seemingly deserted warehouse, wearing a dirty white sleeveless shirt on his thin frame, a black baseball cap sat on his head with the bright white words: 'I Am the Definition of AWESOME' on its front, and a dark orange hooded jacket tied around his waist. Filthy and ripped blue jeans hung loosely from his skinny legs and torn up sneakers were on his feet. A muddy and dingy orange backpack hung loosely from his back, completely empty except for a bag of marbles and a couple bags of melting ice, along with an orange bandana tied around his head, covering his nose and mouth.
Surprisingly, despite his beggar-like appearance, he quickly pulled out a brand-new toy walkie-talkie from his pocket, clicked a button, and said: "Hey guys, Aang—I mean, um—Avatar, here. Appa and I spotted the target, coming your way, the Blue Spirit and Blind Bandit."
After a second, the toy sparked to life and was full of static, yet Aang could tell the voice's tone was excited and was about to burst out laughing, "Aang, I was joking earlier. You don't need to use our codenames yet. These are just toys so no one could track us. When Toph gets us those cool wireless earpieces, then we use code names."
Aang Makani's eyebrow twitched. "Then, Sokka, why did you tell me to do that?"
"Because it'd sound funny."
"Fine, just get Zuko and Toph ready." Aang then abruptly turned off the useful plaything, and blew into a white whistle, and to any normal person, was silent. But only seconds later Appa ran up the building's fire escape and leapt onto the scrawny boy, who was laughing happily.
Toph Bei Fong, also known as the Blind Bandit, was a 11-year-old girl, yet her attire consisted of worn dark green cargo pants, emerald colored Adidas cleats and a green shirt that had the words: 'COME AT ME BRO' above a large image of Jesus Christ with His arms outstretched. A plain black jacket was tied around her waist and wore blind man's sunglasses; a white cane sticking out of the light green duffel bag at her side.
Said duffel bag was filled to the brim with explosives, fuses, and fire-works; automatically diminishing her 'blind' act. Even her cargo pockets were filled with fireworks and lighters. Truth to be told, she was only slightly colorblind, yet if she acted like a blind person, the same way Aang acted like a beggar, no one would be suspicious of them.
Her long black hair was tied into a ponytail; a dark green bandana tied around her head, covering her nose and mouth. A silver chain was round her neck, and a small silver cross hung from it. Toph strolled down the street, walkie-talkie out of battery, and she stopped suddenly, spotting the pink truck approaching as she turned the corner.
She put down the duffel bag and rummaged through it, stood, and a plain slingshot in one hand and a small, spherical firecracker in the other. Holding the slingshot between her arm and her ribs, she took the small silver cross into her hand, and clicked a hidden switch on the holy ornament, and a tiny, orange flame burst from the bottom of the cross. Arms moving with the speed of lightning, she lit the firecracker's fuse, removed her finger from the concealed switch thus killing the flame, whipped out the slingshot, and took aim.
Underneath the bandana, she grinned. "Bombs away."
Zuko Pyralis, also known as the Blue Spirit, leaned against the grimy wall of the alleyway, repeatedly snapping his fingers. Light blue sparks came from the wires attached and taped to his fingers, the wires trailing down his arm to the five-pound battery strapped to the 15-year-old's leather belt. He wore a plain black hoodie that had a dark red hood, worn blue jeans, and crimson converse. A blood-red bandana was tied around his face, covering his mouth and nose, right below the massive burn scar over his left eye.
His golden eyes watched carefully as the truck drove past him, and suddenly an ear-splitting bang of a firework caused the truck to lurch to a stop, right in front of the alleyway Zuko was in. Here we go! He thought, and practically leapt out of the alleyway towards the truck, and saw the driver was stunned by the blast. Smoke rose from the windows and Zuko ran up to the driver's door and placed his wired hand onto the handle at the exact moment the driver recovered.
Once the driver placed his hand on the indoor handle, Zuko snapped his fingers on his other hand, causing large volts of electricity to blast into the door, shocking the poor diver, and even causing smoke to rise from his skin.
On the other side of the truck, Aang ran up to the other side of the truck and tossed the bag of colorful marbles on the ground and dashed to the back of the truck the moment the driver let go of the door handle, and began crawling to the now marble-covered exit. The driver opened the door and stepped out, only to stumble on the marbles and lose his footing.
Opposite of the stumbling fat man, Zuko lifted Aang into the truck hurriedly, and Aang began scooping ice cream treats and cones into the empty backpack. The moment the driver got his footing back, Aang handed the full backpack to Zuko, who took off hurriedly. As Aang climbed out, the driver grabbed him by the shirt with an iron grip, and began dragging the now panicking boy towards the driver's seat, and the furious driver opened the door slightly and reached in, reaching for the broom on the other side.
Toph came around the front of the truck and saw Aang about to be beaten, and, without any hesitation, she ran up to the door and kicked the door shut with all her strength, and a sickening crack followed. The driver began screaming and wailing in pain, and pulled his arm back, and Toph gasped once she saw what she had done.
What was left of the man's hand was a bloody stump.
Standing in shock, she felt Aang's arm grab her own and pull her away, and the two sprinted after Zuko, leaving the poor man in pain. While they were running, Toph peered over her shoulder one last time, guilt and pity evident on her face. She bit her lip and threw off those feelings, and faced forward, not looking back as the unlikely trio ran off into the distance.
July 22, 2006 – Chicago: Kuruk's Apartment (2:43 PM) – 1 Year Before the Outbreak
"Cheers, to yet another success!" A 14-year-old Sokka Kuruk shouted, raising his half-eaten Klondike bar into the air with a grin on his face. The other three laughed, raising their own ice cream treats and saying, "Cheers!"
"So," Aang said, turning to Sokka and Zuko while patting a sleeping Appa on the head. "Are you guys going back to the academy thing in France soon, right?"
"It's called Kadic Academy." Zuko answered, crumpling up a wrapper and tossed it across the room, and silently cheered as it landed perfectly into the plastic garbage bin. "From what my idiot of a father told me, it's called Kadic Academy in a place called Sceaux, which is a suburb of Paris, in France, of course."
"Also, the place is pretty big," Sokka continued, shuffling in a nearby desk drawer and pulled out a pamphlet, handing it to Toph. "It's a big bunch of buildings and teachers and such."
"Sounds fancy." Toph commented, a Popsicle stick hanging out the side of her mouth as she read through the pamphlet; Aang reading over her shoulder. "Doesn't it mean you have to learn French, too?"
"Bonjour, Madame," Zuko said in slightly accented French, even if it were simple phrases. "Comment allez-vous?"
Toph grinned and replied in surprisingly fluent French, "Très bien, merci."
"When did you learn French?" Sokka asked, astonished. Toph just smiled and leaned back into her beanbag, replying, "Even if I ran away from home, doesn't mean I'm not educated."
A sudden buzzing from Zuko's pocket caused the teen to reach into his pocket and retrieve his phone. He read the text and sighed in annoyance, standing up. "Azula reminded me oh so nicely that I have to pack my stuff. See you during the holidays, Aang, Toph."
After a few "Goodbyes", hugs, and a punch to the shoulder ("Ouch, Toph!", "Yeah, I'll miss you too, Sparky."), Zuko climbed out Sokka's bedroom window and headed down the fire escape in a hurry. Once he was out of view, Toph stretched and yawned, saying, "Well, I think I ought to head off too. See you in a year, Snoozles. I'll try to get those fancy earpieces you wanted."
Sokka chuckled. "And I'll try to get my uncle to get me those 'fancy' guns you wanted."
"But aren't we all too young to own guns?" Aang asked, getting up to leave as well. "We're all minors after all."
"You don't know my uncle, Aang. He can be pretty persistent."
"Well, let's go Twinkletoes, before Snoozle's family gets back."
"Au revoir, you two. I'll see you in a year!" Sokka called after them as they jumped out the window onto the fire escape. Toph and Aang waved and ran off, and Sokka sighed happily, leaning back in his chair.
"This year is going to be great..."
March 21, 2007 – North Atlantic Ocean: Unidentified Aircraft (6:05 PM) – 2 Days Before Outbreak
"I can't believe I'm doing this—heck—I can't believe we're doing this, Toph. Do you know how much trouble we're going to get for doing this?" Aang asked from his seat as co-pilot. Over the year, he had grown slightly taller and muscular, yet still had a childish expression on his face. He wore full black body armor with golden trimmings and dozens of cargo pockets complete with steel-tipped boots and reinforced climbing/rappelling gloves. His head was covered by a combat helmet that was customized to be identical to a dark-colored motorcycle helmet with similar golden trimmings. Underneath the helmet, he had a wireless earpiece in his ear, which was currently off. The outfit was designed to be a thin as possible, yet was thick enough to be efficient.
From toes to neck, Aang was fully armed. An assortment of grenades hung from his bullet-proof belt and a knife and tomahawk accompanied them. Two pistols were at his side, and magazines for the guns were stuffed into his many pockets. An assault rifle was strapped to his back, making his shift uncomfortably in his seat as it pressed into his spine. Inside the large pack attached to the back of his belt was a waterproof first aid kit, the advanced ones used the Red Cross in dire situations. Surprisingly, even with all this equipment, Aang didn't feel hot or overburdened by the weapons or armor. He wasn't sure if it was because of his endurance by living on the streets, or just how Toph designed everything.
Sitting next to Aang in the pilot's seat was Toph, who was, somehow, even more armored than Aang. She also became taller and strangely and freakishly strong over the year, yet her jade eyes were steeled and fierce, much less joyful than the year before. She wore thicker body armor than Aang, yet hers had dark green trimmings. Instead of climbing/grappling gloves, she had army-style gloves. Her combat helmet was identical to Aang's, but instead of clear bullet-proof glass, she had dark-tinted glass for her helmet and had a slightly larger earpiece with a wider reception.
If it was even possible, Toph was even more heavily armed than Aang. A machete and two army knives on her belt, along with grenades and stun grenades hanging from her belts and the rifle straps that ran cross her torso. Two different firearms hung on her back, one was an automatic rifle and the other was a sniper rifle; bullets and magazines almost overflowing out of her multitude of pockets. Two magnum handguns were strapped to her sides, and a smaller first aid kit was also on the back of her belt.
"Toph, is all this really necessary? You know, it could've just been some fake pictures or a hoax of some sort –"
"No, Aang. For about the hundredth time, this isn't some stupid hoax" Toph interrupted, her voice firm and unwavering. Her hands tightened around the controls as she continued, "I know those were real. I was actually in those labs. Those...things...they were disgusting, they were horrible. They were real."
Aang was silent for a second, then muttered, "I can't believe you're father could make such a thing..."
"Believe it, Twinkletoes." Aang flinched at the barely-controlled rage in her voice. "When dad decided to leave the house, I found computer and his little hidden lab. The program he created would launch the virus throughout America, and no one would know they're infected until it's too late."
"So that's why you stole this plane? And all your dad's supplies?"
Filling the dozens of seats in the back of the private aircraft were boxes of food, equipment, weapons, and other necessary recourses of survival. All the boxes were stamped with the same words: "PROPERTY OF BEI FONG ESTATE".
"He doesn't deserve 10-years worth of equipment for an apocalypse. Let him suffer, just like he wanted everyone else to."
"Wait, so he intended that he would also be infected?"
Toph turned to Aang slightly and glanced at him briefly, and replied, "Well, no, because my father is resistant to the virus."
"...What?"
"The virus is unable to affect him, because he is genetically immune to the virus. But that won't stop him from being eaten alive."
Aang sighed and hung his head. "...I can't believe this is happening..."
"Don't make me repeat myself, Aang. We're going to this Kadic Academy or whatever, get Sparky, Snoozles, and Snoozles' sister–"
"Her name is Katara."
"Fine, Katara, whatever, and we're going to fight off this virus once it arrives there."
"What about everyone at the academy?"
Toph was silent for a few seconds, and Aang couldn't see her face due to the tinted-glass.
"We only have a limited amount of supplies, Twinkletoes. We can only save s many people our recourses can handle, but I don't guarantee it will be a lot of people."
Aang shifted uncomfortably, and found himself near tears. "This isn't fair. This just isn't fair."
"Aang, I know it isn't fair, but it's how we're going to survive. Now get some sleep. We're going to arrive in a few hours, and once we land, we have exactly 24 hours till the virus is launched."
"What do you think the launching would be like?"
"Silent and hidden, until its hands clamp around everyone's throats and choke them to death."
"...That's an interesting way to put it."