Wrote by JOSH. (LORD_FORD_BREAKER@YAHOO.COM)
LEGAL STUFF: Sonic and the gang are all copyrighted to SEGA and Archie comics. The Highlander series/movies are copyrighted to whoever owns it.
This being my first fanfic, the Immortal character I introduce lives in the highlander universe but is not owned by me, just copyrighted by me for the use in this fanfic, wherever it may go. Focus Trinner is c to me
RATED R for blood, graphic violence and occasional swearing. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------- A DREAM OR REALITY COME TRUE PART 1
NEW YORK, DEC 31, 1999, 30 MINUTES TILL THE NEW MILLENNIUM. EXACT LOCATION: THE BOTTOM OF THE STATUE OF LIBERTY. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -----------------------------
Walking quietly, he listened for where the other immortal like him was. Since a large storm was brewing overhead, he was having trouble hearing much at all. "So Focus!, you think you are skilled enough to take my head. " "More than skilled enough for someone who doesn't have to hide in the shadows to fight. Come out and fight already or I'm going home." "You wouldn't make it three steps away from here before I'd have your head." Bringing out a knife he had in his belt, Focus goated his opponent once more. He's near, real close, but if I time this right.... "You have all the skill of a politician, all sound but no action" "YOU'LL pay for that one Focus. I know who your friends are and there heads will roll next......HA HA HAACCKK!!" His laugh was cut short by a small dagger that was protruding from just below his neck. Blood came fast as he removed it and instantly coughed up more. "All your hot air made it easy to find you." Focus said as kicked the bleeding man to the ground. "Get up already so I can finish you quickly." Backing off a few feet Focus pulled out his sword from behind his back. "You don't have any chance against me." The blooded man said pulling out his scimitar. "Give up now and it will be quick and painless." A large bolt of lightning crackled across the sky lighting up the two men as they started fighting. Focus parried his opponent first jab with ease and punched him in the nose. He heard a sickening crunch as his first broke the guys nose. "AAAAAAAAGGGGGGG! DAMN you Focus!!! You're really getting.." Doesn't this guy ever shut up. Focus thought as he moved in and caught him in the leg. "So who do I have the pleasure of killing today. You seem to know me really well but I don't know you?" he said trying for the other leg. Blocking Focus from getting his other leg, he jumped back and held his sword out in front of him, watching for Focus's next move. "I'm surprised that you don't know who I am. Must not watch much news then." "Not really. Mostly cartoons." Focus said as he moved in real quick and tried for his chest. The other man brought his sword around and caught Focus's sword making them come face to face. "Too bad for you Focus. The news can bring much joy or pain. I think I'll let you live awhile longer so you can watch you loved ones die and know that you couldn't stop it." he said ejecting a hidden revolver from his left sleeve. Focus didn't see the gun before it was too late. His opponent fired three rounds into his chest. Focus dropped his sword as he was blown back from the impact. He feel to the ground grasping for breath and grabbing his chest. He tried to get up but he hurt like hell. Damn that smarts!!! At least this vest works. Walking over to Focus, he pointed the revolver at his head. "You never had a chance. Remember this face and the name Geoffrey St. John when you see you friends death being talked about on the news." Cocking the gun he brought the barrel to Focus's throat. Anger surged through Focus as he grabbed the barrel just as John pulled the trigger. The shot missed and blew a hole into the concrete next to his ear. Focus brought his steel toed boot up into Johns groin as he drove his left fist into Johns nose again. Screaming in pain John grabbed himself and his face. Focus flipped the gun around in his hand and fired to last two rounds into John's groin. John fell to knees screaming louder as what was left of his left hand streamed blood everywhere. His once blue jeans turning red quickly as he bled profusely from between his legs. Focus retrieved his sword and placed it against John's neck. Fury was in his voice as he talked. "No one threatens my friends and lives. And...and I hate the name Geoffrey St. John, mostly for the character he is played by in my favorite cartoon. Your just like him. A back-stabbing, stuck up, egotistical skunk." Bring his sword up he cut Johns head off. John had no clue what he was talking about and never had a chance to find out as his head rolled away. "What a way to break in the new year!," he shouted as lighting came down filling him with the quickening power. Fireworks filled the sky as clocks everywhere in New York rang in the new year. Thunder pounded overhead as a bolt hit the wrist section of the great statue's arm holding the torch causing it to break sending the torch falling to the ground. Looking up, Focus saw the incoming torch. Great, this will take a lot of explaining if I live through it. Wonder what the electrical field buzzing around it is though. He thought as the world then exploded around him.
LEGAL STUFF: Sonic and the gang are all copyrighted to SEGA and Archie comics. The Highlander series/movies are copyrighted to whoever owns it.
This being my first fanfic, the Immortal character I introduce lives in the highlander universe but is not owned by me, just copyrighted by me for the use in this fanfic, wherever it may go. Focus Trinner is c to me
RATED R for blood, graphic violence and occasional swearing. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------- A DREAM OR REALITY COME TRUE PART 1
NEW YORK, DEC 31, 1999, 30 MINUTES TILL THE NEW MILLENNIUM. EXACT LOCATION: THE BOTTOM OF THE STATUE OF LIBERTY. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -----------------------------
Walking quietly, he listened for where the other immortal like him was. Since a large storm was brewing overhead, he was having trouble hearing much at all. "So Focus!, you think you are skilled enough to take my head. " "More than skilled enough for someone who doesn't have to hide in the shadows to fight. Come out and fight already or I'm going home." "You wouldn't make it three steps away from here before I'd have your head." Bringing out a knife he had in his belt, Focus goated his opponent once more. He's near, real close, but if I time this right.... "You have all the skill of a politician, all sound but no action" "YOU'LL pay for that one Focus. I know who your friends are and there heads will roll next......HA HA HAACCKK!!" His laugh was cut short by a small dagger that was protruding from just below his neck. Blood came fast as he removed it and instantly coughed up more. "All your hot air made it easy to find you." Focus said as kicked the bleeding man to the ground. "Get up already so I can finish you quickly." Backing off a few feet Focus pulled out his sword from behind his back. "You don't have any chance against me." The blooded man said pulling out his scimitar. "Give up now and it will be quick and painless." A large bolt of lightning crackled across the sky lighting up the two men as they started fighting. Focus parried his opponent first jab with ease and punched him in the nose. He heard a sickening crunch as his first broke the guys nose. "AAAAAAAAGGGGGGG! DAMN you Focus!!! You're really getting.." Doesn't this guy ever shut up. Focus thought as he moved in and caught him in the leg. "So who do I have the pleasure of killing today. You seem to know me really well but I don't know you?" he said trying for the other leg. Blocking Focus from getting his other leg, he jumped back and held his sword out in front of him, watching for Focus's next move. "I'm surprised that you don't know who I am. Must not watch much news then." "Not really. Mostly cartoons." Focus said as he moved in real quick and tried for his chest. The other man brought his sword around and caught Focus's sword making them come face to face. "Too bad for you Focus. The news can bring much joy or pain. I think I'll let you live awhile longer so you can watch you loved ones die and know that you couldn't stop it." he said ejecting a hidden revolver from his left sleeve. Focus didn't see the gun before it was too late. His opponent fired three rounds into his chest. Focus dropped his sword as he was blown back from the impact. He feel to the ground grasping for breath and grabbing his chest. He tried to get up but he hurt like hell. Damn that smarts!!! At least this vest works. Walking over to Focus, he pointed the revolver at his head. "You never had a chance. Remember this face and the name Geoffrey St. John when you see you friends death being talked about on the news." Cocking the gun he brought the barrel to Focus's throat. Anger surged through Focus as he grabbed the barrel just as John pulled the trigger. The shot missed and blew a hole into the concrete next to his ear. Focus brought his steel toed boot up into Johns groin as he drove his left fist into Johns nose again. Screaming in pain John grabbed himself and his face. Focus flipped the gun around in his hand and fired to last two rounds into John's groin. John fell to knees screaming louder as what was left of his left hand streamed blood everywhere. His once blue jeans turning red quickly as he bled profusely from between his legs. Focus retrieved his sword and placed it against John's neck. Fury was in his voice as he talked. "No one threatens my friends and lives. And...and I hate the name Geoffrey St. John, mostly for the character he is played by in my favorite cartoon. Your just like him. A back-stabbing, stuck up, egotistical skunk." Bring his sword up he cut Johns head off. John had no clue what he was talking about and never had a chance to find out as his head rolled away. "What a way to break in the new year!," he shouted as lighting came down filling him with the quickening power. Fireworks filled the sky as clocks everywhere in New York rang in the new year. Thunder pounded overhead as a bolt hit the wrist section of the great statue's arm holding the torch causing it to break sending the torch falling to the ground. Looking up, Focus saw the incoming torch. Great, this will take a lot of explaining if I live through it. Wonder what the electrical field buzzing around it is though. He thought as the world then exploded around him.