The Soul Brother (soul eater fan-fic)
Alright this is my first official fan fiction story so let's get this stuff out of the way first I don't own any of the properties that will be used in this story except for the OCs I have created/will create. All properties belong to their respective owners. I'm just starting out as a writer so please cut me some slack in that department. Oh and check out the rest of the story please and thanks.
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(Play the Song: Main Menu Theme from Tom Clancy's Rainbow Six Vegas 2)
Chapter 1
THE FUTURE
"Medusa, you tortured my adopted brother, attacked my friends' numerous times, released a nightmare of horrifying proportions and think 'you' can get away with it?!" Yelled a furious voice.
"Oh pretty much, yes." Replied medusa in a calm sadistic tone.
"I will make you long for something as sweet as pain medusa." the voice's tone was calm and filled with venom.
"If you're so eager to die, then why not reveal yourself, Marx?"
"Because, I want to enjoy punishing you for what you've done to me and my new family."
The voice begins to echo around the dark cavern like room that is Medusa's lair.
"Sic vis pacem, para bellum." The echo repeated growing louder until moments later it stopped, silence was the only sound in the room.
"ah, Latin, if you want peace prepare for war." Medusa replied dryly.
There was no response.
'very well then, I'll play your game, Marx' medusa thought with a sadistic grin forming on her face
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-Flashback with commentary-
"Hi, the name's Marx. I know we have a lot of ground to cover so let's start from the beginning." Somewhere in the suburbs of Los Angeles county lived a family of 5.
There were two brothers, a sister, a mom and a dad, the brothers were rough-housers plain and simple, the sister was the know it all oldest, the mom was crazy and the dad was an old school badass.
The brothers, were 16 and 20, the sister was in her late 20's the mom was in her late 50's and the dad was in his early 60's.
"Family's the most important thing in the world, nothing more, nothing less. That doesn't mean friends are out of the equation, it depends on how good the friend is, if so they may as well be family too." Said the narrator.
The house was small and needed a fix up, but it got the job done. The youngest had a head filled with dreams, the most prominent being following in his father's footsteps, one way or another. "But be careful what you wish for young man or your wish will come true."
The father had been a commando for the USMC and his father before him served in the US ARMY during the second world war fighting in Europe. The youngest son hoped to be a commando too but, fate had other plans instead the boy was deprived of his dream to serve his country due to being declared unfit by a psychiatrist.
It broke his heart to hear that after doing all that research and all that planning. And so, he tried to look for other work with that lifestyle in mind, it only ended the same way. So instead, he settled on the long-term goal of Big-Rig driver, after all his Dad and brother were mechanics, in a way it may have been the family business.
One day like any other after searching for another viable first job during the summer, only to be met with constant frustrating online redirects, he decided to go outside and get some air. The front yard was as peaceful as ever, birds singing, the sun beating down and the street pavement giving off heat.
The grass was dead, but it was solemn reminder that life was full of disappointments. Out on the porch sat a bulky, depressed Hispanic young man who wore a blue Chevy t-shirt, blue jeans, and black sneakers. "This is me, Diaz. But my nickname is Marx."
Diaz thought about why life had to hit 'him' in crotch constantly, among other things as he mused about this in his head, something weird began to happen out on the black top, a large blue, sparky, portal opened up. at first it seemed like a small trick of the light but then a giant black snake erupted out of it, this stunned and befuddled the boy on the porch.
As his jaw remained dropped in shock, a bug flew in his mouth and caused him to gag. He spat it, out and snapped his view to the giant hissing abomination in front of him.
The snake eyed him hungrily, he got up slowly and made his way in the house. outside, the snake slowly edged forward to the house as If it wanted to play with its' food.
Diaz dashed to his room, opened up his Camouflage back pack, and swapped his normal attire for green Camouflage military fatigues and combat jump boots.
Out of instinct he put his 70's era US combat helmet and clothes in the bag and put on his lucky green Camouflage patrol cap, Camouflage bandanna & Uvex Shades along with a nearby Urban Digital Camouflage combat vest, Red Battle gloves and Camel-back. He was ready for battle, but he forgot to call his family for reinforcements…..
-End chapter-