The Adventures of Spyden: Book One
Disclaimer: HA!! I don't own Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends (or any characters in it). However, I am the creator of Spyden, who is a main character in the story if you couldn't tell.
Author's Note: YAY my first fic. This actually contains two story lines that eventually cross. So, I'll be switching storylines from time to time so be sure to pay attention!!
Anyway, please R&R.
This chapter is only about Spyden, however you can expect to see some Foster's in the fourth chapter. (I hate typing)
Rated PG-13 because I have no Idea what people might think.
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Chapter One: Spyden's Awakening
"Well, the RB chip has been installed."
"Begin preparations for the control program."
The scientists quickly connected wires to the teen's brain.
"Standby to install the program."
"That won't be necessary." The teen said.
"What! You're not supposed to be awake." Fear rising in his eyes as the watched their specimen rip out the cords and reattach his skull.
"Really, and why's that?" he replied angrily.
"You are government property," the other scientist informed in a confident, formal voice, "you are under my control at the moment. Now get back on that table, I am not finished with you yet."
"Ah, but I'm finished with you!"
As if on cue, the President appeared on screen.
"Status report!!" he boomed.
"I can answer that, just two more things to do. One, you have to remember this name, SPYDEN," he answered with a tone of hatred, "and two, I have to leave you a gift..."
Spyden curled himself into a ball and started glowing a crimson blood-red. The walls started to cave in until Spyden snapped himself out of his ball form. A shockwave of energy exploded out of him, flattening everything it hit, which happened to be the entire building on the island.
The President watched what he could in horror. "Great, what do I do now?"
Spyden stood alone on the decimated island. He alone had erased all existence of civilization there in one ferocious attack.
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In Spyden's mind...
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"What just happened?" still in chains, he observed his anti-self, Ned, lounge in a chair, laughing his head off.
"I just did what you could never do," he replied, "I have unleashed a terrifying power on the people of Earth."
"Why are you doing this?" he struggled to break free from the chains.
"Thrills, and I love to see your reputation shattering right before your eyes." He replied slyly.
"What?"
"All the people whom you knew, or had a chance to meet, will see you on the news as you hack away at innocent lives, when in all actuality, it is me who is killing everyone," he looked back at his captive, "but they won't know that now will they?"
"Go to hell, demon!" He demanded. He tried to lunge forward at him, but was painfully reminded of his shackles.
"Such harsh words from such a family boy...oh wait, that's right, you don't have a family anymore."
"Let me go!!" he screamed at him.
"Not a chance, Samuel."
His chains rattled as he sank to his knees, 'I need to make a plan. I have to stop him.'
Ned began to laugh manically, "It's time to go meet the President."
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Spyden jumped and, on instinct, his air shoes activated allowing him to fly at a surprising speed. He laughed, his silver eyes engulfed by rage. He flew toward the direction of the last TV signal, Washington D.C.
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At the White House
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"Uh... sorry to disturb you, sir, but – uh – the Cyborg escaped." A man in a suit known only as 'Agent' reported.
"You really are getting worse at your job, aren't you?" the President asked in a droll tone, "I already know, and I've already sent the Air Force to meet it. We have to take it down before he realizes his full potential. Now, get out of my sight!"
'Geez, I wonder how HE became President...' Agent thought as he left.
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The Pacific Ocean...
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Spyden flew over the vast blue puddle as he neared the coast of California. He looked toward the horizon as the sun began its routine of rising and falling.
"Hm...looks like someone wants to play." He said in an almost sing-song voice.
Twenty fighter jets blasted their way toward Spyden in V-formation. As they approached, the fighters broke formation sending fifteen jets to make a U-turn.
"Aw, common!! Five against one, that's not fair!" Spyden chuckled sarcastically.
The fighters launch nearly all of their missiles in the first run, and all of them had found their mark. Unfortunately, this mark was more permanent than they had thought. The smoke cleared to reveal that Spyden hadn't even attempted to dodge the attack. Now, his silver eyes glared at the passing fighters. He didn't have to wait very long for the second wave of five had begun its run as well, using the same strategy as before. Once again, not a scratch...
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In Spyden's mind...
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"Are all people on this planet this stupid?!" Ned screamed. He was getting bored, he wanted a challenge, not these measly play-things.
"You want a challenge? I'll give you a challenge!" Samuel lied; he was still in chains on a wall, but had stopped trying so hard to get out.
"Oh, phuleeze! You couldn't hurt a fly ever if you were fast enough to hit one." Ned laughed again. He stood up from his chair, "Time to get rid of these pests!"
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The Pacific Ocean
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By now the last formation was on its way, but instead of taking the hits, he surged forward. The speed of his acceleration caused six of the fighters to stall and sent them spiraling down to the ocean below. A dog fight ensued, however in a few quick seconds, Spyden had cut off each of the jet's wings clean off.
"Well, this is new." He said to himself staring at the four blades protruding from his wrists. They combined to form two separate blades over each hand and were about the length of his arm. "I must've accidentally triggered them or something... ah, who cares?"
Spyden blasted out of the scene, still going on a direct course to D.C.; and any other city that happens to be along the way.
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A/N: So, watcha think? Please review, I feel so lonely...
Anyway, like I said before. The Foster's action will really kick up in the fourth chapter.
Next Chapter: Power Struggle: Spyden continues to advance toward D.C., what will happen when its one against a battalion? Find out next time on The Adventures of Spyden!!!