Hey everybody, Pronzo, here. I was looking at some of the "9" stories on this website and was enjoying quite a few of them. However I was slightly sad that all of them were really short and un-finished. So with about 5 minutes of debating I decided to write a story of my own. I have no idea what this story might involve but I do know that it will be rated "M" later on for intense violence, language, scary situations, Romance, and "LOTS" of character development. This story is completely unrelated to the Epic movie and all of the characters are still alive…for now. Please review and enjoy!


The wind blew through the room with a gentle breeze, as the wooden windows slowly opened and reclosed again and again. Papers flew around the room slowly

falling to the ground as the wind carried them around over and over. 9 lay unconscious on the wooden table as all of this occurred. As he lay there a small figure approached him. It

examined him and flipped him over. It looked at the large "9" on his back then it stiffened. The figure then slowly picked up 9 and threw him into a small handmade wagon and exited the

abandoned building with a quick pace. 9 awoke in a small tent as he regained conscious. Suddenly a huge pair of scissors overcame his vision.

"Holy shi-.." 9 grabbed the huge utensils and flung them somewhere across the room.

"9! Wait stop!!" 5 grabbed him by the shoulders and held him still while 9 relaxed.

"5? What are you doing here? Wait, where am I?" 5 released 9's shoulders and chuckled.

"You're back at the Cathedral, and you're in the medical tent." 9 slowly closed his eyes and rested his head against the tent wall "This is the second time you've scared the crud out of me

with those things" as 9 looked over at the scissors on the floor. 9 ran his hand over his chest and winced in pain as his copper fingers crossed over a huge hole that occupied it. "What

happened to me? Why is there a hole here!?" 9 looked up at 5 and saw utter confusion in his friend's eyes. "All I know is that I found you like that in the apartment complex. Speaking of

that, what were you doing there in the first place?" 5 asked cautiously. 9 blinked and looked down to the floor. "1 sent me there to find some more supplies, but something ambushed me."

9 looked up at 5 and sighed "All I remember was that I heard a noise from behind me and started running. After that, I remember something hit me rather hard on the back and knock me

across the room into a book. My body hit the ground and I remember seeing a huge figure chasing after something, then I passed out." 5 listened to his story carefully and closed his eyes at the end.

"Well, if what you saw about the giant figure is true, then I would guess that it was the beast, but I'm not sure about the part where you said that it was chasing something. Why would

it be chasing something when you were its target?" After about 10 minutes of thinking, 5 shook his head in mental defeat and walked over to the scissors lying on the ground. "All that

matters is that you're back and alive." 5 walked over to 9 with the utensil in hand. "Lay down, I'm not finished fixing you're injury yet, and 2 should be here soon enough to help finish the

job." 9 complied and laid his head back on the surgery table. He slowly closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.


When 9 awoke he was alone in the little medical tent. The candles

where blown out and the silence in the church proved to him it was probably night. 9 rubbed his head with his copper fingers and slowly jumped off the surgery table. He walked over to

the tent's opening and pushed it apart. Everyone was sleeping soundly as he walked past them. 1 was in his throne, with an unreadable expression planted on his face. 8 was right

beside him with his mouth hanging wide open with a loud snore erupting from it every once and a while. 6 was slumped over on some of his drawings with a bottle of ink right next to his

head. While 5 was resting in a hammock that he had made out of some newspaper, but 2 was nowhere to be seen. 9 went over to the elevator that was actually just a paint can, and

began to pull the rope down to lift the can up. When he reached the watch tower he stepped out of the bucket and proceeded towards the telescope. As if on cue, 9 saw 2 looking

through it out into the distance. "2, what are you doing up here so late? Everybody is asleep and so should you." 9 walked over to the old ragdoll and sat down beside him. 2 gave a low

grunt then jumped down from the telescope platform. "And might I ask the same question to you 9. What are you doing up when you should be recovering from you're injury?" 9's eyes

widened as he remembered the huge hole that was occupying his chest only a few hours ago. He looked down and lifted his hand to the spot where it used to be. Instead he discovered

a faded red scrap sewn over it in its place. "That's right you and 5 fixed it." 2 smiled a soft smile then glanced over at 9 and sighed. "You're lucky to have escaped with your life 9. The

beast could've killed you on the spot. You're just lucky that was the only injury you received." 9 nodded in agreement. He was lucky that he wasn't killed, and that he didn't lose a limb or

eye like 5 had so long ago. 2 looked out into the distance and his smile reappeared. "You remind me of 7 in a way." 9 quickly looked up at 2. "Who's 7 and where is he?" 9 asked. 9's

curiosity pleased 2, and he chuckled at 9's reaction; he forgot that 9 had never got to meet 7. "Well for one thing 7 is not a he, but a she, and what a feisty one she was." 2 moved and

sat down to get in a more comfortable position and then continued. "She looked after all of us and could do anything. In fact, she saved me and 5 when we were escaping from the

machines back when the war was going on. However she was always getting injured and 5 and I had to constantly fix her back up so she could go on another wild adventure. She was a

free spirit so she and 1, who liked to plan things out to the very end, had different views about things. One day, 1 finally made her so angry that she ran away during the night a few

years ago." 9 watched as 2 slowly lowered his head. "And I haven't seen her since then. Now everyone believes that she was finally captured and killed." 9 closed glanced at 2 in

sadness. 2 had really seemed to like 7, and by the description 9 seemed interested in her as well, but now 2 and the others believed that she was gone. 9 got up and offered his hand to

2 who gladly took it. "7 sounds like she can take care of herself, and I bet that she's still out there somewhere." 2 smiled at the kindness in 9's words then went over to the paint can and

got in it. "Let's get some sleep before we both fall over from exhaustion." 9 nodded his head in agreement then re-entered the can as 2 lowered them down.


The figure was getting closer as 9 ran with all his might to escape it. His right arm hung uselessly as he held onto it tight. The metal bars inside that had been substitute bones had

snapped in two and left him with no use for his arm. A loud clanking sound was overcoming his hearing and he could feel the ground vibrate as the giant figure chased after him. He heard

a low growl as the figure jumped over him and landed right in front of him. 9 stared at the beast with wide eyes. He couldn't move, no matter how much he tried or wanted to. He was

completely helpless. The figure walked out of the shadows and into the moonlight showing all of its features. It had the skull of cat and a red eye that would send shivers down your

back. It hunched back on both its legs before it lunged at 9 with all its fury. 9 watched as the beast came flying down on top of him almost as if it was in slow motion. He suddenly

regained control of his legs and jumped out of the way just in time. He landed on the edge of a cliff that dropped down to a blood red ocean. He tensed and turned around only to come

face to face with the beast. He watched as the cat-skulled monster raised its giant claws and swung them down with great power pushing 9 off the cliff, falling down to the blood soaked

ocean below.


"AGHHH!!" 9 jerked up from his sleep and quickly looked around. Everyone was still asleep, but light shined through the Cathedral's windows. He glanced around once more before

slowly pushing himself off the ground and walking over to the bucket. He got in it then pulled himself up to the watch tower. He didn't know why he wanted to go up there, but decided

that it would be a good place to recuperate from his nightmare. When the bucket finally reached the top of the tower it exited from it and crawled up onto the telescope's platform before

positioning the telescope and looking through it. He saw deserted cars and rubble everywhere. "What a beautiful city he joked as he turned the telescope in another direction. This time

he spotted something peculiar he reached up and pulled another lens down to greaten the distance he could see and looked through the telescope again. Something was moving around

down there near an old library. He watched as the mysterious figure ran back and forth from the library and out before it suddenly stopped. He couldn't really make out what it was,

seeing as how it was a blur in the telescope so he left it and looked over the edge of the watchtower to see what it really was, but before he even had a chance to catch a glimpse of the

mysterious figure it had disappeared once more. 9 stared at the spot curiously. "What was that thing?" 9 was just about to shout out something until someone grabbed his shoulder.

"What are you doing up here?!" 1 seemed to be in a bad mood and was frowning at 9. "Umm...well…I…was just looking through… the..." 1 wacked 9 on the head with his staff, causing

nine to fall down to the ground. He then re-grabbed his shoulder and pushed him into the metal bare railing that was the only thing keeping them from falling down to the ground below.

"It is your job to find supplies today, and make sure you actually bring some back or don't come back at all." 1 released his grip on 9's shoulder before he went over to the elevator then

lowered himself down leaving a dumbfounded 9 at the top of the watch tower, unable to utter a word back at him. 9 stumbled back to his feet and mumbled a few words before lowering

himself back down to the lower level. 9's only opinion at the moment of 1 was one word, "Dick."


Ok that was fun to write. I'm excited that I'm starting this new fan-fiction seeing as how my old one kind of got boring to me and didn't give me something new to write about. I'm really excited to see how people thought about this and if they want me to continue. If I get some reviews I will update as fast as I can to make you guys happy. I really also appreciate the reviews so that you guys can tell me what you want and maybe, just maybe I can make it happen in this story which I'm hoping will last a very long time and not end on Chapter 1.

~Pronzo