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.
Foster's makes its first major appearance in this Chapter YAY!!! Also, my Spanish stinks to high heaven; so sorry to everyone if Eduardo doesn't talk much (in Spanish at least) >.
I WANT TO PERSONALLY THANK Tenobrion Factor FOR MAKING A REVIEW ON MY STORY!!!!
Now on with the story...
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Chapter Three: The Axis
Ned sat in his chair and watched as the grassy field under them swayed back and forth with the wind. He had finally stopped advancing on D.C. to rest, due to the many battles he had fought that day. Ned's eyes started to feel heavy.
"Well, I think it time I rested; at least in this dimension." He said to himself, "You be good now, okay?" he looked back at Samuel with his cold black eyes.
He let his mind wander out of the physical universe. Ned lay sleeping, while his mind sailed out of him and Spyden, heading back toward the Rockies.
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Samuel's POV
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Nighttime, it seemed like it would never come. He was still trapped to the wall, but the one he hated, the one he came to know as Ned, was sleeping sitting up in his chair. They had settled down in the middle of a field.
'Now WHY did he choose to sleep here? I mean, if I was a wanted murderer, I would at least hide under something.' He thought as he quietly broke loose from his bonds on his wrists, immediately proceeding to his ankles. Since he wasn't in control of his body yet, he wasn't fatigued from the battle after battle he had been forced to take witness to.
'Those poor people...'
As soon as his legs were now free from their shackles, he quickly sat down to give his limbs a rest.
'Now, I need a plan, I have plenty of night left; I should be able to start making up something.' He tried, but after a few moments, the emotions that had been held back from Ned surfaced as he broke down into tears.
'What has happened with my life? What did I do to deserve this?' He cried himself into a sleep that seemed to last for hours...
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At Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends, in another dimension...
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"BLOO!! GET BACK HERE NOW!!!!" A furious red-head ordered.
"I got the Rogvugopeter, and you can't have it!!" An amorphous blue blob 'ran' through the halls of the large mansion. "Nothing will stop me from carrying out my ultimate plan!! HAHAHA!!!" He held a set of golden keys that jingled every time he took a step. The woman chased Bloo around the house, up and down stairs through many hallways, until the came to the foyer. The door opened to eight-year-old brown-headed boy.
"Bloo! I'm warning you give me back my keys!!" she screamed.
"NEVER!!"
The boy sighed and walked a few steps forward and dropped his bag in the middle of the room.
"Three, Two, One..."
"WHOA!" Bloo had tripped over the backpack and was sent rolling into the wall. He groaned a little as he got up. Only to see the Red-head towering over him, her hand open.
"You win this time Frankie, but when I finish my time machine, you'll be wishin' you hadn't messed with the Bloomeister." He tossed the keys up to Frankie. She then started walking up the stairs, yawning. Any other normal person would be worn out from the chase...but not Frankie, oh no, she was used to this by now. Bloo looked up to her and asked,
"Hey Frankie where ya goin?"
"To bed, do you have any idea what time it is?"
"uhhhhhhhh."
"It's late, trust me."
Just then a rather large rabbit wearing a jacket, yellow vest and a monocle hopped up to Bloo. He spoke in a dignified voice,
"What are you two doing awake? You should be asleep, like the others at this hour. I'll have you know--"
Mac quickly intervened, "We were just going up, weren't we Bloo?" He picked up his backpack and shot a glance at Bloo.
"No, we wer—hey!!" Mac grabbed his hand and almost dragged him up the stairs.
"Goodnight, Mr. Herriman." Mac said. The two walked up many flights of stairs until they got to Bloo's room, which was still locked. "Is Ed still in there?"
"YEAH, and he won't let anyone in. He keeps saying something 'muy malo' is going to happen. Geez."
A familiar voice called from across the hall. "Hey guys, in here." Inside the room was Wilt and Coco, getting ready to play a game of Yhatzee. "Want to play?"
"Sure." Mac replied, Bloo joined as well and the dice rolled to show Coco to be the obvious victor.
"Hey Wilt, do you know why Ed is locked in the room?"
"Not really, but Frankie thinks it's best if we just leave him be for at least another night. You never know, he just might come out tonight."
"I can't believe you have school off AGAIN to spend to night here!" Bloo shook the dice and rolled.
"Well, the stink bomb went off a week before school ended, and they couldn't get it fumigated in time to finish school. Since my Mom is on a business trip, and Terrence is, well, Terrence. I just figured I could stay here the next few days."
"Sounds good to me, AWW common!! COCO WON AGAIN!!"
"Cocococococo." She 'cocoed'
"There's no skill in Yhatzee!!"
"Cococococococo."
"Because you're just lucky...but I WILL beat you Coco, I swear it."
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"Why must I be tormented by these pesky flies." She groaned. She was prepared to go to sleep when something strange happened. A blue swirl appeared in her room. And out came a translucent being.
"So you must be Duchess...I have longed to meet you since I saw you in the art museum." The voice said in a somewhat far off voice.
"What are you doing in my room? Get Out!"
"Listen, I am sensing that you have a certain rage against someone in this house. Who would that be?"
"Why would you care? Now GET OUT OF MY ROOM!! I need my beauty sleep, even if I don't need it."
"As you wish, but do know that I could help you get rid of your problem very easily..."
"Oh really, Like I would care about what YOU can do, I can do everything myself, for I am perfection."
The figure only smiled, "Well, when I come back, I'll have a plan that even you could not turn down."
"GET OUT OF MY ROOM!!!" The figure slipped back into the blue spiral and it quickly disappeared.
"Good Riddance."
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ten years ago...
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It was raining, but he could careless; besides, he liked the rain. He was running through the sidewalk with his raincoat and boots on.
"Don't go too far, honey!" a woman called out to the boy.
"Don't worry, Mom!" He ran over to a statue and called to his Father. "Hey, Dad, look at this!"
"That's a statue of a Native American hunting for food." He replied.
"Why'd he have to do that?"
"Because they didn't have a grocery store back then. They had to get their food themselves."
The intercom crackled on, letting through a slight panicky voice. "Everyone in the complex, evacuate immediately, a bomb threat has been issued for the surrounding area. Find the nearest exit and listen to security officials for instructions on where to go. This is not a drill. This is not a drill!"
The Mother swept the child and walked quickly to the exit. The Father was close behind along with a crowd of others.
"Did everyone get out?" he asked the crowd.
"The Family's all here." Answered an older man.
"Good, now let's get out of here." They sped toward their cars in the parking lot. All of the cars were surprisingly moving quickly out of the area, despite the number of them all jamming together to get out.
Then, a scream.
Some of the drivers looked in the direction of a teenage girl holding a young boy running as fast as she could away from the building. The boy was pointing to an object in the sky.
It was a bomb hurtling toward the building. Pandemonium finally broke out as people started speeding away from the impending doom. Those in the back of the rush either drove over the grass to get to the main road or just got out and ran.
The family had decided to drive over the median. They skidded onto the main road and broke the speed limit in an attempt to get out of range. The bomb struck the building moments later.
The moment of silence. The child in the car saw the teenage girl with the boy. She saw him.
Chaos.
The blast has sent debris flying out in every direction. It hit the cars, destroying them on impact. The child saw the teenage girl dive into a ditch, and then turned away to see a concrete wall.
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He awoke with a start, breathing heavily and cold sweat covering him. He realized he was back inside that empty room with the solitary chair in which Ned slept. Still, despite being little shaken, he thought of a way to bring Ned down. Samuel cracked a smile. It was the first time he had smiled since Ned took over. For he felt he had a chance at beating Ned.
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A/N: This chapter took FOREVER to type up. But it's finally here!! Wow I'm beginning to repeat myself... The first Foster's action has just begun and is only going to get better! Please review.
AND A SPECIAL "THANK YOU" TO THOSE WHO HAVE ALREADY REVIEWED!!
Next Chapter: The Lucky or Not?: Spyden may have finally been caught off guard by the government's latest assult. Also, when Bloo begins to see strange activity going on with Duchess, what lengths will he go to find out?