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) Brion, Taylor, and Ned.
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. And check my out my other stories and my Bio…
Not so much Foster's in this chapter, I'm going to start having fun with it though. The Foster's stuff will slow down again, just to let you know.
So, far I feel like only three (or less) people are reading this story, so if you want you name on here. PLEASE REVIEW!!!
Now on with the story…
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Unwanted Guests:
"So what exactly do you want me to do?" Duchess asked Ned in an uninterested tone, even though she was secretly enjoying working with him.
"You need to re-tame the Extremeosaur. You need to confront it in its cage for a few days tops."
"WHAT!! No, I am not going to reduce myself to that level of filth." She exclaimed in disgust, "Besides, what would I eat, hm? How do you expect me to survive in such a pig-sty!?"
"Just trust me…" another one of his infamous grins spread on his face, "all will be made clear in due time, my dear." A few seconds passed, "I believe now you should make your move." As Duchess left the room, a blue swirl appeared next to him. "As well as mine."
"Fine, Fine. And this had better work!!" Duchess walked down the hall swiftly but cautiously. She approached the giant steel box that held the most vicious of Imaginary Friends. She put her keys into the door and slowly opened it with a hint of fear in her eyes. The Extremeosaur opened its glowing blood-red eyes, growling at possibly a midnight snack that had just stumbled upon his lair. Duchess snapped her fingers, its previous training responded by calming down. 'Well, it looks like I haven't lost my touch after all…'
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in the Plains…
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Spyden and Brion arrived at the house at about midnight. They walked in to see a red-faced Taylor. "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!!!???" she screamed. Spyden could've sworn he saw fire flying out of her mouth.
"Spy! RUN!!!" Brion sprinted through the house, away from a rampaging Taylor. Spyden didn't register Brion's warning quickly enough, however Taylor chased after his little brother.
"I have been slaving over a hot stove all evening, just to have my food turn cold as I wait for you to get home!!!"
"But what about Spy? He was late too!" Brion said, trying to shift his sister's rampage to another target. He turned the corner only to run into Spyden, causing Taylor to trip over Brion shortly after. Spyden stumbled to the back as the other two fell to the floor.
"You okay?" he asked. Brion sprang up and bash behind Spyden. "Have mercy, we didn't mean to be gone so long…" he said fear. But she didn't seem to care, in fact, her mood had changed entirely. She was concentrating on something, listening. Her eyes widened with fear as the ground began to tremble slightly. She rose, "We have to leave." She said calmly.
"What?" Brion asked.
"We have to go NOW!" she ran to her room as Brion sped toward the basement. Taylor returned with something unexpected. A large, two-handed sword lay in Taylor's grip. It was about her height and about half a foot wide. She somehow managed to hold it off the ground with only one hand. Brion returned with a bag of his lab equipment, blueprints, and some unknown substances.
"Where's Spyden?"
"We have to get out of here, NOW! Forget about him and start moving your legs!" The ground was now shaking like a weak Earthquake. She took his arm and ran out the front door.
Meanwhile, Spyden was above the house looking toward the East. An Army was approaching; tanks, soldiers on foot and vehicle, and an air strike in the distance. "Are they after me, or them?" He turned and took off to the west, looking for the other two. They were running toward a nearby forest. Brion noticed Spyden, "Spy's following us."
"It's because of him… he came and the next day the military's breathing down our backs again. This is all his fault; we should have never trusted a guy with 'Spy' as a name. God…" Taylor spoke to herself as the two entered the forest. Spyden descended to follow them in, he didn't get very far though. The fighter jets had already arrived and were opening fire on Spyden. Luckily he dodged it…but the triggered something much worse in his mind…
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"Hello Samuel." He greeted. Samuel turned to see Ned beside him, eyes glowing a furious red. Ned sent the fearful Samuel a fist to the face. Then brought it back for an encore, and finished with leap and a drop kick. Samuel slammed down to the ground in severe pain.
"Weakling." That was the last thing Samuel heard as he faded from consciousness.
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The next plane approached Spyden at an alarming rate. But what was more alarming was the way Spyden countered this advance. His swords had been drawn from his wrists, one could now be found impaled in the skull of the pilot. The other was underneath the cockpit as he used the plane to bat the oncoming fighters to the ground, onto ground units.
The ground forces had arrived at the forest and entered, they didn't get very far, though. Taylor had either slashed them in two or let Brion fire his homemade laser pistols as target practice. Taylor was surprisingly skilled with her blade. When she was surrounded, a few swings of the mighty sword seemed to even the odds for her. Always keeping her blade moving, she let the soldiers come to her for their doom.
Brion could fend for himself as well, though not as experienced in battle, his two gauntlets holding two powerful laser pistols seemed to make up for that. He was more of a ranged fighter, but he wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty to help his sister. Spyden watched the dynamic duo in disgust.
"Weaklings, let me show you how it's done!" He flew down into the ground forces outside the forest. In one sweep, he managed to mutilate everything in his range. He swept down again to finish off the job, cursing at himself for not finishing in one sweep. "Now it's your turn." As he looked toward Taylor and Brion with A bloodthirsty smile. He entered the forest walking on the blood-soaked ground from the bodies he had just slain.
"I just want to have some fun…is that so wrong?"
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A/N: HI again!! Not really much to say…other than to… ;D Please review!!
Next Chapter: Friendship Knows No Bounds: Spyden faces off with Brion and Taylor, will Samuel be able to retake control before his friends get hurt, or will they be his friend at all? Also, this fight has a reluctant guest…
FIND OUT IN THE NEXT CHAPTER. AND PLEEEEEAAAASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Bye ;D