The Adventures of Spyden: Book One Chapter 3: Power Struggle, a foster's home for imaginary friends fanfic

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 next chapter. (I hate typing)

I WANT TO PERSONALLY THANK Doomboy64 FOR MAKING THE FIRST REVIEW ON MY STORY!!!!

Now on with the story...

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Chapter Two: Power Struggle

"Ummm, sir..." Agent started.

"You know what?" there was a tone of frustration in his voice, "I really wish you would be like the media, because they are right on the scene almost instantly, while you, well, aren't."

"Then you already know..."

"Of course, I know; It's been on the news for an hour now!!!"

Agent merely replied, "Good bye, Mr. President." and walked out of the oval office.

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San Francisco

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Spyden landed on one of the supports of the Golden Gate Bridge. He looked out toward downtown San Francisco.

"I've never been here before, such a beautiful city...but I think I can make it even better." He said with a sly grin on his face.

He jumped onto a wire and started sliding down it to the road. He jumped on to the pavement in the middle of the road and began to walk slowly toward the city...

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Spyden's Mind

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An argument had heated up between the two sides, causing Ned to focus less on operating Spyden and more on the quarrel with his alter-ego, Samuel.

"Why do you have to keep me chained up here, huh? I could he--" he started trying to pry lose his bonds inconspicuously.

"You could what? Stop me from destroying anything I please? Stop me from accomplishing my ultimate goal against the world. Ha Ha, nice try, scum, but I am not giving up my seat of power just yet!"

"But, what if--" he tried to continue, but the air inside of him had left him. Actually, it was more forced out by Ned's fist in Samuel's stomach. He found himself gasping for air, which was somewhat of a challenge when strapped to a wall.

"This conversation is over..." he proceeded to the front of his chair. "Now, where was I... Oh yes."

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Just walking in the middle of the street, Spyden had caused over seven cars to crash on the bridge. He suddenly sprouted a smile.

"Time to get started." He leapt into the air, activating his air shoes, flying straight into the heart of San Francisco. However, something wasn't right. It was the morning, and there were few cars in the cities streets, and all of the cars were heading out of the city. His eyes narrowed as he approached an intersection.

"Freeze!!!" a complete blockade stopped his progress into the city. Helicopters lined the skies like black storm clouds. Hovering in between the buildings, making a dome around him; there had to be at least 100 armed choppers. Tanks and infantry littered the ground like a colony of ants. Spyden noticed that there were soldiers on the rooftops and the windows of the surrounding buildings. He was completely surrounded...

"HA This is pitiful, they're sending armies to stop me now!! He asked the blockade, "Do you really think this will work?"

They gave no response, other than the sound of loading ammunition.

"Fine then, be that way, I'll just make sure you all get a one-way ticket to the afterlife!" He readied himself for an intense fight to the finish.

The Moment of Silence...the calm before the storm,

"Aim..." the apparent commander bellowed out into the silent cross.

"FIRE!!"

Shots fired, tanks blasted, missiles launched, all anxious to get to the goal.

'Fools' Spyden thought as the projectiles came closer. His air shoes suddenly propelled him toward the nearest helicopter. His twin blades appeared from his forearms; in the next split-second, the tail of a helicopter was falling toward the ground. The helicopter swerved out of control, crashing into several other airborne copters in its path. Meanwhile, Spyden had thrown the tail toward the ground units. Quickly dodging incoming fire soon after from the nearby buildings. Explosions soon followed as the falling helicopters crashed into the building, and the tail had collided with several tanks.

"HA!! What is this? You're doing more harm the good, imbeciles!!" Spyden laughed. Spyden dove into the front lines, swords still drawn. All the ground units could do were shoot and hope for the best.

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Spyden's Mind

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"Ready to have some fun?" he grinned at his counterpart chained to the wall.

"What are you going to do?" he screamed at him, he really hoped Ned wasn't going to do what he thought Ned was going to do...

"Punish them...severely." Samuel knew what he meant.

"No!! You can't just kill them; I won't let you." He growled.

"Ha Ha Ha. Just watch me!" Ned said with sheer rage in his voice. Meanwhile, Samuel had finally worked one of the screws on his wrist loose.

'I just HAVE to take him down; I just hope I can get out of these things in time.'

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The Battlefield

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Spyden had brawled, hacked, and slashed his way easily through the ground forces. He threw the people into the nearby helicopters with such force that it caused them to loose control, causing more helicopters to crash and burn. He threw the tanks into the building, causing them to rock from the explosions. People fell from the building's windows into the wreckage below them. In a matter of minutes the buildings surrounding the area fell like card towers on a windy day. The intersection had turned from a battlefield to a gruesome graveyard.

"Is there anyone here who can even challenge me?" Spyden asked to no one in particular, since there was no one left alive. After a few seconds, Spyden took of to the dust covered skies, his target still locked-on in his mind.

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Spyden's Mind

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"I can't believe you did this..."

"I can."

"How could you kill those innocent people?"

"I'm heartless."

"Why did you--"

"GOD, You sound like a broken record!!"

"But what about their families?"

"Good thinking, we should annihilate them as well."

"WHAT!"

Ned laughed, "No, we'll get the President first, then we'll hunt the rest down."

"What do you mean, 'we'll'--" Samuel protested.

"You don't have a choice, weakling!"

Samuel slid down the wall, all of those people. Even if he wasn't in control, Ned was right. HE had KILLED hundreds today; he had killed them in the worst way that he could possibly have ever thought of.

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Over the Rockies

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Spyden flew over the vast, snow-peaked mountains, seeing a few villages and building along the way. One, for some reason, peaked his interest, even if it was in ruins. He landed and saw many frames mangled in the debris; he walked through the rocks and woods, until he came upon a painting. It was the most intact thing in the ruins, probably. It was a painting, a black-speckled figure stood. The face was distorted, eyes going horizontally and vertically on the yellow face, with a nose that seemed to be from an elephant.

Spyden felt great rage coming from the picture, hatred, and evil resonated slightly from it.

'hmmm, I'll have to go meet this divine figure of rage.' He thought as he blasted off towards the plains on the horizon. The Sun finally began to set.

A/N: This chapter took FOREVER to type up. But it's finally here!! The first Foster's action is about to begin in the next chapter!! YAY YAY YAY!!! Please review.

AND A SPECIAL "THANK YOU" TO THOSE WHO HAVE ALREADY REVIEWED!!

Next Chapter: The Axis: Duchess meets the one person who can help her put her plans against a certain someone into action. While Spyden is left to remember his dreadful past.