Okay, I know I said I was not going to do anymore "Wish" Stories. Still, I had this story in my brain for a while now, so I am going to post it down. The first half of the chapter you can skip, it is a copy and paste from my story: "One Chaotic Wish.", but the rest is original. Go to the line of "***" to get to the actual new story.
I do not own anything. All rights belong to Dreamworks and to Brian Davis, respectively.
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*BANG* *BANG* *BANG*Three rapid-fire shots rang through the air as I ducked behind a bulldozer. Sparks flew as the copper-coated bullets struck the steel of the bulldozer, lighting up some of the areas around me. I saw the muzzle flash. I shot my M-16's grenade launcher, the M203, in the direction, of where the bullets were raining down on me.
I was running low on ammo and on time. I knew I was going to get overrun if I waited too long, but I needed to make sure the objective was completed by my comrades.
I still had my 9 MM and two clips for that, along with a combat knife. I prayed I would not have to get up close and personal like I did last time.
It was eerily silent, but then again, my ears were still ringing from the gunshots. I took a chance and looked up and around the excavator, seeing three dead bodies armed with AK-47s. I frowned and muttered to myself, "Dang, I was hoping they would have the same ammo as I did."
I patted down the bodies hoping to find anything useful, but it was a fruitless endeavor.
I sighed softly as I jogged away from the bodies, not have the time or energy to do anything more than that. I looked around and headed closer to where the objective laid, I hoped that it was good news, but something told me not to get my hopes up just yet.
Once again, I began to head towards danger. I left the construction site and headed towards the building, hoping to rescue the hostages.
It took about fifteen minutes and a stolen motorcycle to get there.
Once I got there, I tried to sneak in but noticed some things were off, like the fact that there was blood, a lot of blood.
I raised my assault rifle to my shoulder and cautiously proceeded, preparing for the worse.
(Line Break)
(Time Skip: One Hour Later)
(First Person Point of View)
It has been nearly an hour, and I have been hiding in a closet. It was a trap! The hostages were killed, they had their eyes stitched open in order for it to appear that they were alive, but they were dead, I would say for a good three days, the same day we were hired. My team was also killed, all shot dead, two shots in the chest and one in the head. Only a few people knew we were going to be here, but that would mean either this was a suicide mission, well, a larger one than usual, or more than one person wanted me and my team dead.
I was not afraid of Death, never have been, and never will be.
I peeked out of the closet and inspected my situation. I saw that I was in trouble. There was no escaping this time. I took a deep breath as I aimed my last clip for my 9 MM at the Commanding Officer, based on his attire. I fired a shot and hit him right between the eyes, making him drop like a stone.
I ran towards the remaining two men as I shot at them, hitting them in their chest, making them stumble back from the force, but their body armor protected them from it, killing them. Once I got close enough, I shot them in the face killing them. I still had about five rounds left in my clip. I picked up the Officer's Ak-47 and snatched the two clips from the other two as I jogged down the corridor.
If I was going to die, I was going to take the head with me. I knew exactly where to go as I headed upstairs.
It took a while to get there, but I did not stop.
I heard a *click* and I dropped the AK-47 and said, "I am going to guess that you are going to kill me now, eh?"
"Now, the Master wants to see you." The man said in a heavily accented voice.
I gave a nod as I said calmly, "You know I was just heading towards there…" I raised my hands and put them behind my head as he zip-tied my hands behind my back. Little did they know, I had a dead-man's-switch. If I died, I was going to take as many out as I could with me.
(Line Break)
(Time Skip: 15 Minutes Later)
(First Person Point of View)
About fifteen minutes later, I was standing on the top floor in a business room.
I saw a short man, maybe five feet tall. I smirked down at him, he snapped his fingers, and I felt pain rip through my body, mainly in my knees and the back of my head, as I was forced to kneel before him, making him a bit taller than me. It was his turn to smirk.
I growled softly as I narrowed my eyes at him and spat in his face.
He chuckled softly as he wiped the spit out of his eyes as he said, "You are either really brave or really stupid."
I smirked and then said to him coldly, "You are a coward, killing innocent children. I may not be the wisest, but I am far from stupid."
He backed up and said, "I am done with you. Say your prayers and get ready to die."
I barked out a laugh and said, "What are you, a chicken? Are you afraid to get your own hands dirty? Or maybe you are just an undersized man child?"
He took my Glock and pointed it at my head. I looked at him in the eyes as I stared at him.
The Big Bad Boss shot me in the throat before everything faded to black. I felt my body burn as the dead man's switch activated, blowing me up and killing everyone in the room.
(Line Break)
(Time: Irrelevant)
(First Person Point of View)
I shot up, gasping as the memories flooded back to me. I frantically looked around only to see nothing. I mean, every single thing was black. It made little difference if my eyes were opened or closed.
I had just committed a sacrifice. I sacrificed myself. I took out everyone that was on the hit list, at least before I faded away.
Time was meaningless here in the Void. I could not tell how long I was in the Void. It may have been a day. It could have been a year or maybe a decade or much, much longer. It did not matter, but I could feel myself going borderline insane.
Then all of a sudden, I saw a small light in the Void. I was either going towards it, or it was coming to me. Either way, the white light was getting bigger and bigger. Eventually, it engulfed me in a blinding light.
I closed my eyes as tightly as I could to try to shield my eyes from the light, but it did not do any good. The light penetrated everything. It burned and itched for what felt like a half eternity. What happened next made me do a double take. In front of my eyes, there was writing, eerily similar to that of a video game tutorial.
Congratulations you died. But you have been chosen to travel the Omniverse.
I asked slowly, "Uh… is this like a game? Or is this just a fake thing?"
This is NOT a Gamer story. This is a Wanderer story.
It was a good thing. I did not play many games when I was alive. The only games I did play was; Star Wars: The Force Unleashed and a few racing games.
I frowned and asked, "Uh, then why is there a screen here, and what is it for?"
You have been chosen to travel the Omniverse.
I face palmed and said, "You already said that." I shook my head and asked, "Do I get to choose what world I go to, or maybe even worlds?"
There was a long pause before it replied:
Yes you may choose a world out of these:
Star Wars
How to Train your Dragan
Marvel Comics
MCU
DC Comics
Minecraft
My Hero Academia
Elder Scrolls
Star Trek
(Click for more)
I took a deep breath and asked slowly, "If I chose a world, will I be myself, or will I get to have a chance at being something more?"
Processing… Processing… Processing….
After a few minutes of processing, the screen changed to a blue screen with white writing
It will depend on what world or worlds you go to.
I gave a slow nod and then asked, "Can change worlds after I choose?"
Please Wait… Please Wait… Please Wait…
After several minutes of waiting, I closed my eyes and slowly thought of the worlds that I would like to go to. I would love to go to the MCU, but as I am, I would not last very long… I mean, sure, there are ordinary people there; Iron Man, War Machine, Hawk Eye, Black Widow, Nick Fury, and a few others. However, that does not mean that I want to be a baseline human in either Marvel or DC…
Yes you may. You may change worlds after finishing or completing the arc or story.
I sighed softly but gave a slow nod and said, "Can I combine the worlds of: Dragons in our Midst and How to Train your Dragon?"
I waited for only a few seconds before it said to me.
Yes. What world would you like to be the primary world?
I thought about it, and in the How to Train your Dragon world, everyone seemed to be stronger and tougher than in the other world, and hopefully, that would be passed down to me. I slowly nodded my head and then said, "I would like to go to the world of How to Train your Dragon."
What species would you like to be:
Dragon
Human
Anthrozil
I thought about and then mused to myself, an "Anthrozil" refers to a dragon-human hybrid usually, anyone with at least one birth parent who is a dragon in human shape. Most of the Anthrozils in the books are shown to have dragon-like abilities or traits, including superhuman intelligence, wings, the ability to breathe fire, danger sensing, eloquence, and -if present in the draconic parent- healing. The term was invented by Dr. Conner as a combination of the common prefix anthro meaning "man" and zil from "Godzilla."
I smirked and then said, "I want to be an Anthrozil with some attributes from the dragons.
What kind of powers do you want?
I thought about it and then said, "Does it have to be from the world, or can I do it from both worlds?"
Processing…
You may choose three abilities per movie.
I grinned and then asked, "May I have a companion, a familiar?
Yes.
I grinned and then said, "I want a Skrill and a Night Fury hybrid. Four lighting rounds and six plasma blasts."
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What attributes would you like to pick three now and three other per movie or chose five now?
I thought about it, nine compared to five. It was a no brainer, at least it was to me. I said, "I would like to choose three now and six later."
Very well. Choose wisely.
I grinned and then said, "I want Deadly Nadder Fire: Breath, Bewilder Beast: Ice Breath, and the Flightmares's paralyzing breath."
Processing… Please Wait…
Load successful.
What island would you like to be raised on?
I thought about it and then said, "How about on an island near Berk. The one that Stoick was almost killed on, I want to be on that island where he finds me and takes me back to Berk. I want to be a young child, not a baby, though.
Very well…
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