Ummmm hi people please don't kill me i'm sorry life caught up to me and I got to busy...Buuut here's that rewrite and when I was going over this I was like wtf was I thinking! i'm sadly not going to have the person I was co-writing with write with me due to how busy he is. So the whole story is going to be getting rewritten due to the co-writer thing and the fact I had no plot when I was writing this like what 3yrs ago O_o ...damn it's been a long time.
Sooo without anymore delay here is the rewrite
Nothing belong to me other then NightStalker she's mine ...but everything else belongs to Hasbro.
Prolog
The world I'm from has fallen from due to the terrorist group that's called Awoken. They hit the United States hard in 2008 I was in high school when they came from the sky. I was 16 and in 10th grade starting another boring day in Novel Study class. The school went into lock down but I gave the teacher and everyone the slip and getting out of school. All the way home was a battle due to the chaos. When I got home the door was open, when I went in I found my mother, father, and my little brother killed. I ran up to my and got out my bow and arrows I was a archer in my spare time.
The year now is 2010 two years later, I have been fighting and trusting no one. When I attack the Awoken I hit them hard taking there info on their operation . I am currently in my underground hideout going over information I have stolen from them reading over the information I find out their getting a new shipment of weapons tonight at eight at the docks in New Jersey about an hour run my hideout is right on the border of New York and New Jersey. I pack up my about eight explosives, ten regular, and five gas arrows, I also pack my rifle that I got about 2 months ago, my bullet belt, my hunting knife, small bag of beef jerky, and two water bottles. My outfit is basically all black, black t-shirt, black skinny jeans, black combat boots, black hoodie, and a black handkerchief around my mouth. I leave my hideout with my gear and start running being on the run for two years gets you into shape.
I reach the docks in New Jersey about fifteen minutes early so I sit on the top of a nearby roof. I sit for about 20 minutes when I see the boat and armed men start to arrive. I get up and off the top of the roof and run over to my hiding spot. "here are the weapons you asked for" the ship caption said to the guy with the assault rifle "yes we have been getting attacked by a rebel the men call him, " Night Stalker." I blow up there weapons when I attack it's fun, I watch them unload the crates full of more stuff for me to blow up. I draw my bow and nock a regular arrow and aim at the assault rifle guy letting the arrow fly it hits its target right in the heart and he falls dead in an instant now that they are aware Im here I circle them taking them out one by one. Only two guys were left a young guy and the ship caption. I straight up walk behind the young man and slicing his neck open and walk up to the ship caption, " w-who are you!" he yelled and he pulls out a pistol I dodge but to slow and get hit in my hip. I pull my knife back throwing it into his chest puncturing his lung as it sinks in giving him a slow painful death. I turn away limping putting my hand on my hip "Shit!" I look up at the crates and sart to plant the explosives, setting a timer on them for six minutes I limp across street and wait for the fireworks. BOOM! fire everywhere and more explosions happen due to the gun powder. I turn walking two blocks to break into a abandon building sitting down I pull out my hunting knife and dig the bullet out "fucking pistol" I yelled in a whisper. I finally get it out and pour peroxide on it oh it hurt like a bitch. I stand up slowly and put gauze in the pistol wound and limp out into the street slinging my bow over my shoulder with pain.
I have been walking for about ten minutes when a swirling blue-greenish thing pops up in front of me I unslining my bow and nocking an arrow stepping back I'm suddenly sucked in "FUCK!"