GI Joe: Reinstated

by robson.waterkemper

What if, in 2009, instead of G.I. Joe: Rise of Cobra, another movie was made? Same concept: Joes x Destro & Baroness, International Joes, but based on Snake-Eyes: Declassified, much more character development, more realistic, without silly iron man like suits, goofy Ripcord and specially a brainwashed former Duke fiancee Baroness? This is the novelization of that movie.

1. Chapter 1

Scotland, 17th Century.

A medieval castle in flames. An English Lord, accompanied by some guards enter in the castle. They, riding majestic horses, pass through a big and shattered wooden gate door. They ride through, without noticing minor battles happening besides them. British soldiers ending the lives of Scottish men from the defeated castle.

The Lord gets down from his horse, and with his guards, walks up the castle tower stairs. Swordfights happen besides them. They pass by all, aloof, fixated on their destiny ahead. A Scottish soldier tries to attack them, but is stopped readily by one of the guards. The other brutally kill the attacker. The Lord continues his way as if nothing had happened.

In the throne room of the caste, two English guards hold, by the ground, the defeated Scottish Lord. He is all bloodstained, as if he had been hurt during the battle, but not deadly so. The Scottish men has an arrogant, proud eye. He lost the battle but was not defeated.

- McCullen! - Yells the English Lord - Your weapons were a great help for us against your countrymen, Scottish! Be aware that they were easily defeated.

James McCullen tries to raise up to attack the English Lord, but the guards, that were holding him in the ground, hit him with a punch, making him to go down again.

- You tried to be clever, McCullen. Selling arms to both sides, you helped your countrymen, made the war last much longer and above all profited a lot with all that. But you failed on making Lord Cromwell a fool, Scottish!

The English Lord receives from an assistant an iron mask. With little openings for the eyes and mouth, the mask looks like an iron box, dark and old.

- For this boldness of yours, McCullen, you will be condemned by the Power of the English Parliament to wear this iron mask for the rest of your life.

The Lord opens the mask. Inside it there are several metal spikes, pointing to the face of the poor soul bastard who would wear it.

The guards hold McCullen tight and the Lord puts the mask on him with a lot of strength. The metal halves close themselves against the Scotsman head. McCullen screams in intense pain. Strips of blood run by his neck out of the mask.

The Lord throws McCullen on the ground of the throne room, turn around and leave the place with his guards, The eyes of the Scotsman is full of hate and pain. McCullen whispers:

- This is not over yet…