Darkness at Heart
By The Lictor
Part1
Chapter1 Into Chaos
Author's Note: 1 I do not own any of the modified characters in this story. 2 Don't be surprised that they have guns and cars. It's MODERN! MOD-ERN! Anyway.
Link was hauling ass. If he didn't he'd be dead. Away from that Nonnag, into something else. Chaos would be accepted. Who cared? If he didn't get his butt out, who would?
A dark plasma ball hit his Yamaha bike.
Link: Oh, crap!
It was time to ditch the bike. Another black plasma ball, this time, he got hit!
Every thing went black.
Link: Whoa. What was that?
He looked around his room. He half expected to see a monster in his room. But nothing was weird. He looked at his alarm clock. 7:30.
Link: Crap.
He looked in the mirror to see himself. He was a groggy 17 year-old. He had blond hair and had highly defined muscles. Not to mention late for getting up. He put on his jeans, his green tee shirt then looked at his hair. No time to comb it. He put on his green beanie to cover it up. Then he slipped in his blue earrings. He went down stairs and ate some cheerios. Then he went to school.
Saria: Hey Link.
Link: Hey.
Saria: Where is Kude?
Link: His car broke down.
Saria: Darn
Link: We'll see him after school.
School gets out and they didn't see him all day. Link looks for him.
His Mitsubishi had been a 16th birthday present from Kude and Saria. It was an Evo 8. It was the signature red. Not to mention a chick magnet. He didn't care though.
He was driving on Main Street.
*BANG*
Link: What the hell?
*BANG*
Link: Alrighty then!
He jabbed at the glove box. Out popped his pistol. Then he rolled down the window.
*BANG BANG*
Link had shot the tires of the car behind him. Now haul butt.
That's when he saw Kude.
By The Lictor
Part1
Chapter1 Into Chaos
Author's Note: 1 I do not own any of the modified characters in this story. 2 Don't be surprised that they have guns and cars. It's MODERN! MOD-ERN! Anyway.
Link was hauling ass. If he didn't he'd be dead. Away from that Nonnag, into something else. Chaos would be accepted. Who cared? If he didn't get his butt out, who would?
A dark plasma ball hit his Yamaha bike.
Link: Oh, crap!
It was time to ditch the bike. Another black plasma ball, this time, he got hit!
Every thing went black.
Link: Whoa. What was that?
He looked around his room. He half expected to see a monster in his room. But nothing was weird. He looked at his alarm clock. 7:30.
Link: Crap.
He looked in the mirror to see himself. He was a groggy 17 year-old. He had blond hair and had highly defined muscles. Not to mention late for getting up. He put on his jeans, his green tee shirt then looked at his hair. No time to comb it. He put on his green beanie to cover it up. Then he slipped in his blue earrings. He went down stairs and ate some cheerios. Then he went to school.
Saria: Hey Link.
Link: Hey.
Saria: Where is Kude?
Link: His car broke down.
Saria: Darn
Link: We'll see him after school.
School gets out and they didn't see him all day. Link looks for him.
His Mitsubishi had been a 16th birthday present from Kude and Saria. It was an Evo 8. It was the signature red. Not to mention a chick magnet. He didn't care though.
He was driving on Main Street.
*BANG*
Link: What the hell?
*BANG*
Link: Alrighty then!
He jabbed at the glove box. Out popped his pistol. Then he rolled down the window.
*BANG BANG*
Link had shot the tires of the car behind him. Now haul butt.
That's when he saw Kude.