Author's Note
Hi! I AM SO SORRY. I know my break was long, but I shall never forget about this story! Don't give up on me! Anyway, we have some real DRAMA going on in my reviews. Of course, one of them being my best friend... Still, it was quite, well, DIRTBAGGISH. Well at least one of the reviews was. Now I'm not trying to make enemies on here, quite the opposite. If you haven't read the two reviews, I suggest doing so. Well, here goes nothing... But first! Zak, you wanna do this first review?
Zak: *snickers* Gladly.
Zak: *rubs hands* Alright...
TheoneandonlyKaorin: Wow, Mitsuki's's right. You are a douche bag. Lemme just start with the first thing you said. Now, Joeth's told me everything, so don't worry, I know like everything about them. Okay, well the ability to talk isn't strange, because, well they are only superly transformed humans, and in some way or another, all humans can talk. And evolved zombies? A possibility, but not with these guys. These guys were shot right above their head, pulling their head back, and screwing with their cells, making them half bloods. So suck on that mofo! And their hoods fusing with their body? Silly? Okay, first off, who the hell uses silly anymore? What are you? 8? And yes, their eyes-yes they have eyes!-are extremely sensitive, so light hurts them. And the half blood idea? Strange? How? This is a fiction after all! Actually, Ninja Sheep! You're adding Madle's story to this chapter, right?
Me: Yeah, at the end, why?
Zak: Cause this guy's a douchy bagger! And seriously? MORE REALISTIC? WTF? Again, FICTION! Aaron's cousin! I mean, come ON! Maybe if you didn't SUCCUMB on your KEYBOARD, maybe wouldn't make us suffer the insanity of your MOTHER EFFIN REVIEW! AND THIS ISN'T NINJA SHEEP'S FIRST STORY! THIS IS PROBABLY THEIR 80TH STORY.
Okay, Zak, that's enough. Thank you!
Zak: Alright, alright. Bye everybody!
Okay, sorry about Zak's outburst, but that's how he is. I'll do the second review.
Mitsuki64: THANK YOU MITSUKI! I COULD HAVE NEVER DONE THAT. Oh, and everybody wish Mitsuki a happy, well belated, birthday!
Everybody: HAPPY BIRTHDAY MITSUKI!
ALRIGHTTTTTTTTTTT. Enjoy and PLEASE R&R! On with the story!
Disclaimer: I do not own Left 4 Dead, but I do own my OCs.
The survivors snuck out from the apartment building at midnight. The half bloods were asleep, but their sensitive hearing could send them after them at any moment now. So, padding in their crumbling sneakers, the survivors pushed the door closed will the greatest of care.
"You sure you wanna take her?" Savannah asks Hale, gesturing toward Violet, who he'd currently been carrying. He looks down at her, thinking deeply. He didn't dare say where or how he found her, but he had saved her, and that was enough for him.
Rex grunts. "There's no safe place away from those half bloods that they won't follow."
Hale gulps, then looks up.
"What if... What if we were on a different planet?" he asks nervously. Zak's eyes widen, knowing exactly what he was talking about.
Rex nods gruffly. "Well, zombies can't fly, so that'd be for the best."
Zak turns to Hale, grinning, and his hands starting to glow a deep purple. Hale grins back, then gets a firmer grip on Violet.
"Ready to go homeboy?" Hale grins wider.
"Hellz yeah!" Zak replies.
"Homeboy, let's go home." Hale says as Zak's brown eyes the same purple as his hands, taking up his whole eye.
Zak holds his hands up in front of him, and a portal swirling gold and silver ribbons snaps open. But as they step through, no one notices the pair of red eyes following them.
(Shadow's POV)
The survivors scamper through their portal, but I stay on the rooftop, not wanting to miss any second of it. As soon as my master wakes up, he'll want to know every second of everything.
I know exactly where they're going. Master has talked about it only a couple times, but I know that it's where he was originally from.
The place is called Lynth. Apparently it's a planet only accessed by portals, and it's stuck in the Renaissance. Well, except, everyone there has powers. Master Zak is a healer. His friend Aaron is an angel, and his other friend is space. All I know is that anyone from there can at least open portals to and from there. I wonder what would happen if Master Joeth tried?
(Joeth's POV)
The smell wafting up from the floorboards is undoubtedly human, and tempting as it is, I've got a hangover. Zombies get it when they eat humans, and mine is especially bad from my deep decomposition level.
Besides, I didn't get much sleep last night.
I probably wouldn't have even woken up if I didn't sesnse the presense of another hunter. I can't tell if it's a friend or foe, but I have an idea on who it might be.
Steps up the stairs tell me that it's on all fours. My senses perk, but are immediately distracted by it breaking the door down. It sends it flying across the room, and lands in the corner. It scampers across the room, and I lift my head, only to be greeted by a pair of red eyes staring right into my eyes right in front of me. A sopping wet tongue to the face greets me next.
"Shadow..." I groan, attempting to push the huge wolf back. He backs up a couple steps, but still stays in front of me, tail wagging and giant tongue almost reaching the musty covers. Shadow's a sweet dog, well, technically a wolf, but a very loyal one. He's big and black with bright red eyes and sharp teeth, like mine.
Did I also mention that he's a zombie?
Fast messages sear into my mind from him, varying in different rapid questions and answers to things I didn't even ask.
"How are you?" "The survivors stole your girlfriend." "Did you sleep well?" "They're going back to Lynth." "Did you have a one night stand last night?" "Can you open portals?" "Do you have any food?" "Have you eaten brains in a while?" "Is Master Madle your girlfriend?" "Are you gonna follow the survivors?" "Can you heal like Master Zak?" "Is Mel your girlfriend? "Are we going back to Lynth?" "Do you have a bone for me?" "Am I hurting you?" "SNL is a funny show." "Do you have an Ipod touch?" "Can we go for a walk?" "I like waffles with brains on them." "Can I eat chocolate? " "I need a collar." "Did you make that girl they stole pregnant?" "A new leash too." "What's a walk?" "What's Facebook?" "Why are portals gold and silver?" "Tell me now Now NOW!" With every now he says, he gets closer to my face until his nose is smashed on mine, ad I can smell his garbage-scented breath.
I look at him confused.
"Well?" he asks, grinning.
I just sit up, causing him to back up more. I have to say, a couple of his questions disturbed me a bit. And coming from a half zombie who has maggots as fleas, and his brains are in his stomach, that's a lot.
Yawning, I stand up and head out of the room, some coffee sounding real good right now. Shadow stares after me on the bed, before exclaiming that he'll follow me, and galloping to me, almost making me fall flat on my face.
"Master, you need to calm down." he tells me.
"No you just need to not be so hyper every time you come to see me." I reply, a little bit pissed off.
Shadow's tail and ears go down and his eyes fill with tears, his lower lip now jutting out, he looks up at me.
"Shadow..." I moan, trying to get away from his sad look. "Not now..." But Shadow just keeps looking at me, the tears at the brim now, and his whimpering at the max.
"Fine!" I say, squatting down and giving the huge wolf a hug.
"Yay!" he says, putting his paws on my shoulders and licking my face half to my 2nd death.
"Alright, come on boy." I say, stomping down the steps, Shadow right behind me.
I swear, that dog's like a real shadow.
The hunters left with their dog and friend almost 15 minutes after the survivors. They tracked through the back alleys with ease and care, not leaving anything behind but footsteps. But as many distractions as there were, one question stuck in Joeth's mind like super glue.
It was one of the many questions that Shadow had asked him.
He couldn't figure out why he couldn't shake it; it was just like all the questions Shadow had ever asked him.
"Can you open portals?" That same question replayed in Joeth's head over and over like a broken record. Over and over and over.
But he finally spent some time on it, and now a new question interested him.
Could he really open a portal?
Alright, I've decided that Madle's story will a bonus chapter later one, but so far, this is the end of part one. Part two should be up sometime this week, because I'm on spring break right now. (YES!) Well, anyway, I'm going to give you guys a preview of part two. Well, enjoy and R&R! (I forgot to say that at the beginning, didn't I? I'll go back and fix it...)
1 Year Later
Portals snapped open all around Joeth's herd of zombies, trapping them.
"I'm not going down like this."
Letting out a cry, a huge tank roared forward, but the psychics easily sent it flying into a building. A cry of frustration rang through the night, and Joeth charged one of them, landing a direct hit. Landing a bit in front of them, he back-flipped back, and grabbed hold of them. Biting deep into their neck, blood squirted into his mouth. Ripping the body from the head, he threw both into his horde for them to feed on. Turning back to the Lynthians, he charged again. Vines broke through the ground behind him, rushing forward and grabbing him. Tearing through them with ease, he jumped again.
"Now!" somebody shouted, and a net surrounded Joeth, trapping him in. He tumbled forward, straining to reach his hand forward toward them, but the psychics sent his hand flying back to him, almost smacking himself. Turning back to the horde, he discovered that they, too, were covered in nets. He turned to glare at the Lynthians, but they started to lift everyone into the air, and into the portals.
Struggling inside the net, Joeth found its weakness, and tore through it. Now free, he fell to the ground. Rushing toward them again, he was instead grabbed by the front of his hood by one of them.
The boy chuckles, his naturally eagle-yellow eyes bright, and black and red hair perfectly shining, he couldn't have been more than his mid-twenties.
"Boys, I think we found our leader here." he says to those behind him. Joeth hisses at him, red eyes full of hate. Another cry rings out, signaling to Joeth that they're out. Grinning, Joeth stops struggling, and just looks at the boy straight in the eye.
Behind him, he hears Madle fly through the air, tackling the black and red haired boy to the ground. Another hunter comes right behind Madle, but it soon changes into its original wolf form. It then takes down one of the other Lynthians, doing the natural hunter way.
By ripping the fuck out of them obviously.
But by the time Joeth gets to them, they're all in nets again, Joeth included.
"Get them in. NOW." the boy with the weird hair says in a commanding way. Soon, they're all being lifted into the portals.
"Let's get back to the castle." the boy says gruffly.
And one thought sears into Joeth's mind before the silver and gold ribbons inside the portal surround him.
Lynth.
And that's going to lead into my favorite story I've ever written, Lynth. This story has taken a different turn than I planned originally. I think my grammer is better in this chapter, so please tell me if it has. Anyway, that's the beginning of part two. Well, I hope you enjoyed! R&R!