Disclaimer: The Harry Potter Franchise and all characters and setting
involved in this story are property of J.K. Rowling. I own all of my
original characters. Ex. Drakkenn/Justin and Rikku. Although, technically
Rikku is owned by Squaresoft, I'm claiming her as my own for this story.
Sry guys =P Well on with the story.
My eyes flickered open and began to sting as I filtered in the bright light descending from the open window. I let out a sigh and climbed out of his bed. Took off my bedclothes and put on my standard uniform. A black military BDU set. Over my shoulder I slung a great sword. Strapped upon my shoulders were two handguns. Beretta 92 S Elites, to be correct. I walked over to his window and gazed out onto the sea.
"Another day in the life of Drakkenn Gunmetal. Oh well. Better get packing or I'm going to miss my train." I glided over to my closet and opened it to grab my boots. I laced them up and threw some clothes into a duffel bag. I was not a normal boy. No not by far. Even without the secret I keep hidden, I am nowhere near normal. Drakkenn, whose real name was Justin Potter, had become fascinated with weaponry of all kinds at an early age. Swords, staffs, bows, axes, guns, grenades, you name it I wield it. Do to my unusual fascination, I was shunned by his peers and had become an outcast. I didn't seem to mind all of the time, but there are those nights. Nights in which I feel so lonely that I wish anyone, anyone, would stand by my side. And that was only the half of it. No one knew the secret the plagued me each and everyday. You see, I have powers. Powers that help me use my sword and guns. And today I'm is off to England. In desperate such to find people who will help my. People who will accept me. I snatched the bag off of his bed and head out the door. I live in a spare apartment in one of my relative's houses. In a car crash, my parents perished. At least that's what my aunt and uncle told me. I had never known my parents. My aunt and uncle were nice enough, but nothing can replace one's parents. I walked out into the street and whistled for a cab. One stopped and the cabby opened the door.
"Where to, boy?"
"MacAurther."
"Ight."
And with that he was off. In 20 minutes, the cab stopped at MacArthur Airport.
"That'll be $6.30, sonny."
"I'll give you 10. Go buy yourself a hotdog." The cabby beamed at me.
"Why thank you, young sir! Have a nice day now!"
"You too, buddy." I grabbed my bag, and with ticket in hand, I walked into the airport. 'Hmmm. Gate 14.' I thought to myself. Rotating around to see if there were any signs to point me in the right direction. 'Ah. There we go. Gates 7-14 to your left.' I strode off in the direction of my gate. As I walked throughout the airport, I got many uneasy stares. But being the way I am, I just ignored them. I found my Gate and sat down in one of the blue fake leather chairs. I tried to relax, but the hardest part was not over just yet. Security Check.
"Flight to London England now boarding!" The flight attendant announced over the PA system. I got up from my seat and made my way towards the entrance to the gate.
"Excuse me, young man. Could you please step right through here?" The same attendant who had just made the announcement, pointed me in the direction of the metal detector. I sighed again and unbuttoned my jacket. Letting it fall to the floor and reveal my sword, and handguns. The attendant fainted upon seeing the weapons and I picked up my jacket and continued onto the plane. I made my way to his seat. As soon as I found it, I opened the overhead apartment and took off my outer clothes, sword and guns. I stuffed them all in the duffel bag. Then I settled back down into his seat and took a magazine out of the seat pocket in front of me and started reading.
"Over here!" I heard the flight attendant lady yell. I focused my attention back to the magazine. They ran right past me.
"You're delirious, Jen!" There is no one here that fits your description. Probably just some smart-ass punk with water guns who scared you and ran off. Come on we're wasting time. Let's get this bird off the ground." The two men who had followed the frantic flight attendant walked back into the cockpit. The flight attendant, still looking a bit frazzled, walked over towards the front of the plane and started the safety drill. I quietly chuckled to myself. The plane took off and after about 30 minutes of cruising, the captain said that it was okay to use electronics now, so I reached up into my bag and brought out a Walkman. I opened it and looked at the disk inside.
"Ah good. Something Corporate." I placed the headphones over my ears and leaned back into my seat. Slowly but surely, I fell into a deep sleep. Only to be woken up three hours later.
"Sir, you have to embark now. Sir?" It was the flight attendant he had scared before the flight.
"Alright I'm coming. I grabbed my bag out of the compartment overhead, and headed down the embarkation ramp. As soon as I got out of the tunnel, I sat down and opened my bags. I took my jacket and weaponry back out, but with that, I also took a piece of paper. The piece of paper had written instructions to where I was supposed to go to find my brother. We had been separated during the accident and had never met one another. But today I am going to find him.
My eyes flickered open and began to sting as I filtered in the bright light descending from the open window. I let out a sigh and climbed out of his bed. Took off my bedclothes and put on my standard uniform. A black military BDU set. Over my shoulder I slung a great sword. Strapped upon my shoulders were two handguns. Beretta 92 S Elites, to be correct. I walked over to his window and gazed out onto the sea.
"Another day in the life of Drakkenn Gunmetal. Oh well. Better get packing or I'm going to miss my train." I glided over to my closet and opened it to grab my boots. I laced them up and threw some clothes into a duffel bag. I was not a normal boy. No not by far. Even without the secret I keep hidden, I am nowhere near normal. Drakkenn, whose real name was Justin Potter, had become fascinated with weaponry of all kinds at an early age. Swords, staffs, bows, axes, guns, grenades, you name it I wield it. Do to my unusual fascination, I was shunned by his peers and had become an outcast. I didn't seem to mind all of the time, but there are those nights. Nights in which I feel so lonely that I wish anyone, anyone, would stand by my side. And that was only the half of it. No one knew the secret the plagued me each and everyday. You see, I have powers. Powers that help me use my sword and guns. And today I'm is off to England. In desperate such to find people who will help my. People who will accept me. I snatched the bag off of his bed and head out the door. I live in a spare apartment in one of my relative's houses. In a car crash, my parents perished. At least that's what my aunt and uncle told me. I had never known my parents. My aunt and uncle were nice enough, but nothing can replace one's parents. I walked out into the street and whistled for a cab. One stopped and the cabby opened the door.
"Where to, boy?"
"MacAurther."
"Ight."
And with that he was off. In 20 minutes, the cab stopped at MacArthur Airport.
"That'll be $6.30, sonny."
"I'll give you 10. Go buy yourself a hotdog." The cabby beamed at me.
"Why thank you, young sir! Have a nice day now!"
"You too, buddy." I grabbed my bag, and with ticket in hand, I walked into the airport. 'Hmmm. Gate 14.' I thought to myself. Rotating around to see if there were any signs to point me in the right direction. 'Ah. There we go. Gates 7-14 to your left.' I strode off in the direction of my gate. As I walked throughout the airport, I got many uneasy stares. But being the way I am, I just ignored them. I found my Gate and sat down in one of the blue fake leather chairs. I tried to relax, but the hardest part was not over just yet. Security Check.
"Flight to London England now boarding!" The flight attendant announced over the PA system. I got up from my seat and made my way towards the entrance to the gate.
"Excuse me, young man. Could you please step right through here?" The same attendant who had just made the announcement, pointed me in the direction of the metal detector. I sighed again and unbuttoned my jacket. Letting it fall to the floor and reveal my sword, and handguns. The attendant fainted upon seeing the weapons and I picked up my jacket and continued onto the plane. I made my way to his seat. As soon as I found it, I opened the overhead apartment and took off my outer clothes, sword and guns. I stuffed them all in the duffel bag. Then I settled back down into his seat and took a magazine out of the seat pocket in front of me and started reading.
"Over here!" I heard the flight attendant lady yell. I focused my attention back to the magazine. They ran right past me.
"You're delirious, Jen!" There is no one here that fits your description. Probably just some smart-ass punk with water guns who scared you and ran off. Come on we're wasting time. Let's get this bird off the ground." The two men who had followed the frantic flight attendant walked back into the cockpit. The flight attendant, still looking a bit frazzled, walked over towards the front of the plane and started the safety drill. I quietly chuckled to myself. The plane took off and after about 30 minutes of cruising, the captain said that it was okay to use electronics now, so I reached up into my bag and brought out a Walkman. I opened it and looked at the disk inside.
"Ah good. Something Corporate." I placed the headphones over my ears and leaned back into my seat. Slowly but surely, I fell into a deep sleep. Only to be woken up three hours later.
"Sir, you have to embark now. Sir?" It was the flight attendant he had scared before the flight.
"Alright I'm coming. I grabbed my bag out of the compartment overhead, and headed down the embarkation ramp. As soon as I got out of the tunnel, I sat down and opened my bags. I took my jacket and weaponry back out, but with that, I also took a piece of paper. The piece of paper had written instructions to where I was supposed to go to find my brother. We had been separated during the accident and had never met one another. But today I am going to find him.