Hey all you fan-fiction readers! This is sonyaxe, with my first fanfiction! If you like it, leave a comment, and if you hate it leave a comment. Let the reviewing commence! *Hides behind couch*
It all started with the key.
The day that changed my life- for better or worse, I'm still not sure- started like any other summer day. Mainly, me wrecking my friends' Necrons with my so-called "pansy" Tau/ Ultramarine army combo. The battle was fierce, with the Flying Crescent of Doom (AKA, a Doom Scythe) wreaking havoc among my forces until I got a devastator squad that were all equipped with rocket launchers to blow it into smithereens. After that, it was normal mop-up, and I had my friend beaten within thirty minutes, at which point I took my leave.
My parents had just left on a week-long trip, leaving the house to me and the dog. But when I ascended the stairs into my room, one of my eyebrows quirked up (it took me AGES to master that) at the sight of a new piece of furniture. Well, it was new to me anyway. It was a small cupboard that looked hundreds of years old, with a key on top of it. The key looked like any average 19th century key, being tarnished and rusted along its length and a silk red string attached. Shrugging, I left my room to play some Dawn of War.
About 3 wins against my friend, who was again playing Necrons, I realized that with some new additions to my army, one model couldn't fit in the case. Shrugging, I looked around until my eyes fell upon a small drawer, about the size of a closed fist, in the top left corner of the cupboard. I got some padding and put the unpainted Ultramarine into the small drawer, and on a whim I locked it with the key. I then promptly crashed on my bed, feeling the aftereffects of one too many red-bulls.
I had no idea what I was getting into.
A few hours into the night, I was woken from my horrible dream of being chased by the Pink Horrors by a rather loud banging sound. I sprinted down the stairs with my replica power sword in hand (it was very sharp), checking to see if anyone had broken in, but all was quiet. Laughing at myself, I walked back up the stairs and got into bed once more before I heard the sound again, louder this time. And it seemed to be coming from somewhere in my room. I got up and checked in the closet, outside the windows, and under the bed, but there was nothing there. I stood in the middle of the room, wondering what it was, before an old book that I had read in 1st grade was brought to mind by the key on my bedside table. Skeleton key? Check. Rusted? Check. Red ribbon…. Oh, in the name of the Emperor!
I started, realizing that that last part hadn't come from inside my head. I grabbed the key, and slowly approached the drawer that held a single Adeptus Astartes Ultramarine figure. But if my suspicions were correct, it was no longer a model…
I unlocked the drawer and slowly pulled it open, only to be looking down the tiny barrel of a tiny bolter that was held by a tiny Space Marine. The first thing I noticed that he was no longer just sprayed blue, but was actually painted like a true Ultramarine. The second thing I noticed was that he appeared very, very angry.
"Who in the name of the Emperor are you?" The Ultramarine asked through his vox-unit, which was obviously turned up to nearly maximum volume to allow himself to be heard.
"I could ask the same of you, seeing as you're in my house," I replied, acting a lot less shaken than I felt. "Furthermore, would you mind pointing your bolter away from me? I would hate to have to squash you for shooting at me." With that, the Marine slung his gun across his back, then climbed up to the top of the cupboard to get closer to my eye level, which is pretty hard when you are about two inches tall.
"I am Tactical Marine Aquila Jones Maximus." He shrugged. "Although most just call me A.J."
I blinked in surprise, never figuring that anyone in the Imperium would have that nickname, much less a Space Marine. "I'm Kyle. And- hey, stop priming that krak- oh Throne…"
BOOOOOOOOOM!
I ducked out from behind the door I had used as cover, noticing the small, blackened crater in the exact middle of the door I had sheltered behind.
"For the Emperor!" A.J. shouted as he leapt at me with his combat knife poised to stab me. Somehow he jumped about 10 ft. across the room, landing on my big toe and stabbing it repeatedly.
"Gah!" I yelped as he stuck the millimeter long blade into my toe. After realizing that he couldn't do much to hurt me, I sighed and pick him up by the power pack he had on his back. I walked across the room and quickly put him in the drawer. Then, noticing the time (4:00 a.m.) I went back to bed, quickly falling asleep.
However, the Space Marine had other plans. And I had forgotten to lock the drawer's door.
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