The Ones
Written by pvt beavis666
NOTICE: I do not own anything in this fic, except the characters Tre (which is based on me), Paul (which is based on my friend. French fry) and others I will introduce in the other chapters.
This is my 2nd fic ever, and the first one I am willing to post. The ideas are coming from me and French fry.
So, here we go.
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"The president has been kidnapped by ninjas," is the only thing that rings in his head. The room he is in is very small, with himself and 2 other people, The Advisors. The man the advisors were talking to has dark brown, almost black hair. His eyes were a deep blue, like they were looking through your soul when he looked at you. Being Hubert Conrad's, or the president's, personal bodyguard, he was in his Secret Service attire. But his eyes never left the advisors.
"You must go find The Ones," the main advisor let him know.
"I will. And I will not return unless I have the president, or I am in a body bag," exclaimed the tall dark-haired man.
"You have you orders Tre. Try to complete them in a timely manner," the secondary advisor whispers.
Tre walks out of the building into the sun-filled streets of Washington D.C. his feet drag him somewhere, but his mind doesn't care. He keeps thinking about the president. After he was honorably discharged from Delta Force, he was hired as the main bodyguard for the president. It was a rare day off for him when the president was kidnapped, and he still can't get that thought of the president out of his head.
"Where in the hell could he be. And how am I supposed to find The Ones," He though out loud.
Tre finally looks to see where he is. He stood in front of a large apartment building a few blocks from his own. He walks up to the front door and goes in. he walks up the set of stairs to the third floor, goes to room 302, and opens the door.
"Welcome. Please sit down and make yourself comfortable Tre," A mysterious voice said from the kitchen.
Tre takes a look around. It never ceased to amaze him of all the books his friend had on the paranormal and psychics. The books that always catch his attention are the conspiracy theory books. Like the ones on JFK's death and Nixon with the Watergate scandal. Most of those books Tre got for him.
"Now, let's find out what you need to know," said his friend, coming around the corner. He was 6' even and very thin. He had on an orange shirt and a pair of black pants. His hair was a very light shade of blonde and the eyes of a vampire. The name was Kenny McCormick.
"I think you know why I'm here, Kenny," Tre let escape his lips. He was mentally tired. But he still had to find anything about The Ones.
"Yes, you are looking for the people known as The Ones. Well let's see," Kenny replied as he walked to his crystal ball.
"I can not find The Ones here, but I have found a person that will lead you to them," Kenny explained.
"Who is it?" asked Tre. He was scarred at the tone of Kenny's voice.
"Do you remember Paul Adams?" Kenny asked, knowing the answer.
"You've got to be kidding me," Tre exclaimed.
"I wish I was. But now you know what you are supposed to do," Kenny said.
Tre left, saying his goodbyes. His mind left as his feet guided him to his house. He had not talked to Paul in four years. "What will I say? What will he do when he sees me?" he asked himself.
Tre went to his door, unlocked, and let himself inside. He dropped his keys on the table and went straight to the bedroom. He fell upon the bed and went into an instant slumber.
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Well, that was chapter 1. Pease read and review.
NOTICE: I do not own anything in this fic, except the characters Tre (which is based on me), Paul (which is based on my friend. French fry) and others I will introduce in the other chapters.
This is my 2nd fic ever, and the first one I am willing to post. The ideas are coming from me and French fry.
So, here we go.
_-~-_-~-_-~-_
"The president has been kidnapped by ninjas," is the only thing that rings in his head. The room he is in is very small, with himself and 2 other people, The Advisors. The man the advisors were talking to has dark brown, almost black hair. His eyes were a deep blue, like they were looking through your soul when he looked at you. Being Hubert Conrad's, or the president's, personal bodyguard, he was in his Secret Service attire. But his eyes never left the advisors.
"You must go find The Ones," the main advisor let him know.
"I will. And I will not return unless I have the president, or I am in a body bag," exclaimed the tall dark-haired man.
"You have you orders Tre. Try to complete them in a timely manner," the secondary advisor whispers.
Tre walks out of the building into the sun-filled streets of Washington D.C. his feet drag him somewhere, but his mind doesn't care. He keeps thinking about the president. After he was honorably discharged from Delta Force, he was hired as the main bodyguard for the president. It was a rare day off for him when the president was kidnapped, and he still can't get that thought of the president out of his head.
"Where in the hell could he be. And how am I supposed to find The Ones," He though out loud.
Tre finally looks to see where he is. He stood in front of a large apartment building a few blocks from his own. He walks up to the front door and goes in. he walks up the set of stairs to the third floor, goes to room 302, and opens the door.
"Welcome. Please sit down and make yourself comfortable Tre," A mysterious voice said from the kitchen.
Tre takes a look around. It never ceased to amaze him of all the books his friend had on the paranormal and psychics. The books that always catch his attention are the conspiracy theory books. Like the ones on JFK's death and Nixon with the Watergate scandal. Most of those books Tre got for him.
"Now, let's find out what you need to know," said his friend, coming around the corner. He was 6' even and very thin. He had on an orange shirt and a pair of black pants. His hair was a very light shade of blonde and the eyes of a vampire. The name was Kenny McCormick.
"I think you know why I'm here, Kenny," Tre let escape his lips. He was mentally tired. But he still had to find anything about The Ones.
"Yes, you are looking for the people known as The Ones. Well let's see," Kenny replied as he walked to his crystal ball.
"I can not find The Ones here, but I have found a person that will lead you to them," Kenny explained.
"Who is it?" asked Tre. He was scarred at the tone of Kenny's voice.
"Do you remember Paul Adams?" Kenny asked, knowing the answer.
"You've got to be kidding me," Tre exclaimed.
"I wish I was. But now you know what you are supposed to do," Kenny said.
Tre left, saying his goodbyes. His mind left as his feet guided him to his house. He had not talked to Paul in four years. "What will I say? What will he do when he sees me?" he asked himself.
Tre went to his door, unlocked, and let himself inside. He dropped his keys on the table and went straight to the bedroom. He fell upon the bed and went into an instant slumber.
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Well, that was chapter 1. Pease read and review.