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. NEXT CHAPTER IS A MAJOR CHAPTER, MAKE SURE YOU DON"T MISS IT!!
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Now on with the story…
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Chapter Eight: Friendship knows no bounds, part 2:
"No…"Brion whispered in horror, "No… this can't be happening…" Brion scrambled to where she had been only moments ago. He felt the ground, expecting her to just be invisible or covered with dirt or something. "This can't be happening…" he repeated a few more times, each time more hopeless than the last. He checked his surroundings for anything, anything that would show that she was still alive. Tears formed in his eyes.
He was alone, alone in a world full of greedy murderers. Alone, without his sister, his last remaining relative.
Spyden sat against the stump of the tree, trying to realize what had just happened. He tried to move, but it seemed that the last attack had drained most of his energy at the moment. He saw Brion shift upwards, as he grasped the hilt of the Judgment Blade. Brion, tears rolling slowly down his face, dragged the great blade over to where Spyden lay.
"You're going to pay for what you've done to my sister." He raised the sword with some difficulty over his head. "Now, die, you bastard." He brought the heavy blade down upon Spyden's head. Spyden prepared himself for the sword to slice though him like a knife through butter…but the blow never came…
He opened his eyes and expected to see the sword coming down on him in slow-motion or something to that extent, but what he found was even more confusing…The Blade was in him, yet he wasn't feeling any pain…
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Foster's
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Duchess was sitting calmly on a chair made by the Extremosaur from metal scraps lying around in that dungeon. It was amazing how battered and worn the inside was compared to the outside. She sat in her seat of power; she had retrained it to been even more destructive, ruthless, and obedient than before. It would never try to eat her unless she told it to…which she might do soon if Ned's plan succeeds.
A mist entered the room. The Extremosaur growled lowly to warn its master of the presence. Duchess smiled as much as her disproportionate face would allow.
"Back again so soon?" she jeered. She knew that he wasn't supposed to be back yet.
"Well, I see you've done well in training our instrument of destruction. And yet, you haven't attacked yet. You're taking a risky gambit; one that could cost you dearly."
Duchess turned toward Ned, "Really, you don't know how well I've trained him do you? He wouldn't hurt a fly if I commanded not to. He now obeys every detailed sentence I put on him. Plus, we still are working on one more special power he has." She stroked her ominous pet. Ned sighed with a hint of frustration. He decided to scan the house for his the pawns he would use in the upcoming confrontation. He already knew who was at the top; a young boy who had an inner rage struggling to unleash itself when it matured. If he played his cards right, all of the events occurring will converge into a single catastrophic, grim future.
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The forest in the Plains
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Both Brion and Spyden stared at the sword that had wedged itself through Spyden, into the stump behind him, dumbfounded.
"How---how did that---how is that possible?" Brion stammered in disbelief.
"Umm, I might be new to this, but…isn't this supposed to hurt…a lot?" he said as he poked the sword and himself to see if they were actually there.
"Yeah, the only possible way that you wouldn't be dead would be…" Brion dragged on the last few words as he comprehended what he was about to say, "…if you were destined to live."
Spyden had finally realized that he had just destroyed Brion's sister, and he remembered all of the people he had killed in the previous battles. "If I'm supposed to live, why do I feel like I shouldn't?" Spyden's eyes were glued to the ground. Brion noticed he had started to cry. A guy like him cry? That didn't fit, something wasn't right. It was as if he were a lost child in a dark alley. He was afraid and just plain lost.
Brion pushed his thoughts of revenge behind him. This obviously was not the Spy that had destroyed his sister. In fact, he seemed to be the exact opposite of that vile being. But he had watched him annihilate his sister, the only family he had left. He had watched HIM destroy the only light in his tunnel of life. Every instinct in him was screaming at him to just pull out his pistol and blast him into oblivion. But one thing was stopping him…
The Blade.
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Ten Years ago…
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Chaos.
The blast had sent debris flying out in every direction. It hit the cars, destroying them on impact. A teenage girl carrying a younger boy dove into a ditch. Large chunks of concrete flew just above them as they braced themselves for the worst. Debris landed nearby, shaking the Earth beneath them. The ground split and fell apart beneath them. The boy hung on to the older girl as they fell down into the newly formed abyss.
The boy opened his eyes to see a cloud of dirt and dust shrouding him. The teen was behind him sitting him up against her. She checked for any injuries from the fall. She sighed and started carrying him away from the hole that gaped open above them. The boy's right forearm was bleeding continually onto the girl's shirt. She set him down and cut off a piece of her shirt with a pocket knife. After she had made a temporary bandage for him, the boy noticed a sword implanted in a large rock at the end of the room. The loss of blood caused him to lose consciousness. The last thing he heard was an angelic voice ringing out in the hollow room.
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The boy awoke with the older girl over him. His arm had been re-bandaged, but he couldn't feel it.
"Where are we, sis?" She got up to climb a nearby fruit tree.
"I really don't know, but we are safe." She plucked a few apples and slid down the tree. With her knife, she sliced one of the apples into four pieces; partly to check the edibility of the fruit, and to make it easier for her brother to eat. She handed him a pieces and he ate I quickly. He hadn't eaten since before the terrifying event that he had just survived. Noticing the large blade lying on a tree nearby, he immediately recognized it as the same one as in the room they had fallen into.
"What's that?"
"Should I be honest with you?"
"That would be nice." He replied cheerfully
"Would you believe me?"
"Of Course!! Now tell me, tell me, tell me!"
"Alright, Alright, geez. That sword, I found it in that room we fell into. When I walked up to it, a person clothed in golden robes appeared. It told me this, and somehow I've been able to remember it…"
The battle draws near,
The sword is at hand,
And rage is moving,
Across every land.
The Judgment one wields,
Will cast it down quickly,
To the pit,
From which it came.
The first will pass God's power to the next,
The next will be an aid to good and evil,
Evil will struck, while Good will be spared,
Spared by God's mighty sword.
The battle draws near,
The sword is at hand,
And Rage is moving,
Across every land.
All will suffer who are in its wake,
Save those who live fight for friendships' sake.
Trust will be gained,
As Hope will be lost.
As he will witness,
The rise of it anew.
The boy had fallen asleep from exhaustion, but he did hear her, and he hasn't forgotten since.
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The Forest in the Plains
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Brion sighed as he pulled the large sword from Spyden. Brion noticed Spyden was breathing heavily.
"run…" he almost whispered.
"What?" Brion leaned closer, but didn't have to.
"RUUUN!" he rose into mid-air wind spiraling around him at great speeds. Brion stumbled backward, still holding the sword, at the sudden surge of power.
"Uh oh, I, think I should leave…yeah that's it." He picked up the sword and began to run away as fast as he could, which led him to the blood-stained battlefield. He felt like throwing up, but he had his mind focused on one thing; Getting home, at least to his lab. He was going to see what he could do for Spy. What ever it takes to that that thing out of his head.
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A/N: GETTING CLOSER TO THE CLIMAX!!! Man this is going to be good, if you don't believe me, check the next paragraph!! Please review!!
Next Chapter: Ned's Release: Spyden finally arrives in D.C. What are Ned's plans when he sees the president? Also, Duchess makes her most dangerous attack as of yet, she's ordered the Extremosaur for one task, to destroy Foster's Home and everyone in it!!
FIND OUT IN THE NEXT CHAPTER. AND PLEEEEEAAAASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Bye ;D