The one Who Survived
Chapter 1
It had just been a month since the Hyperforce's last encounter with the Skeleton King. It was midnight to be precise. The stars twinkled brightly under the supervision of a pale silver crescent moon and an ink spilt sky that finished the portrait. The Shuggazoomians of their beloved city were already snuggled down into their warm beds, continuing their long summer nap. Crickets chirped their happy tune in the park fields and fire flies danced through the air.
But on one of the solemn bridges connecting Shuggazoom, a lone form stood. Minions of what looked like small boys, to his size, stood at his side, like dogs waiting for their master to give the signal to start a hunt. This was indeed a hunt. But not for prey to kill as soon as they got their hands on it. No, this was a much better prize. And it would be a fatal trip if not done correctly. The tall bulky figure raised but one finger to the city and the two boys that had stood at his side wandered off into it.
In proper light, the boys were twins. But they came to be twins in a dastardly way. Their walking footsteps were mute, like church mice. They soon came to their destination. The Super Robot. In the moonlight, it looked tall and evil. The soft glow painted shows all over its body, but the young males didn't fear such things. No, they had a better purpose for being there.
One of the twins placed his left hand on the panel to the robot, opening the vault door without so much as a creak. There was a black hallway, repulsing to others but greeting and welcome to them. The lone frames made their way up to the sleeping quarters of the structure's residents. They keep hawk eyes on each of the doors, until stopping at the last one on the left. Now the job would get complicated. One twin stepped into the darkness while the other awaited patiently in the main room. He came out moments later, carrying another boy. He was asleep, no idea of the danger he was now faced with. The boy flinged him over his shoulder, and walked out, but without his twin to follow. Instead, he was changing into their captive's night clothes, and hopping into his bed.
Once out of the city, the lone one walked calmly back to his master, still standing like a statue. "It was a success," the boy carrying the other child stated. "Excellent," the master answered. The male handed the now prisoner to his master, who carefully walked away to an old seemingly run down factory, which was his home. My brothers have failed to protect him, the dark master thought, And they will not even know it.
Author's Note: Welcome to chapter one! Is it mysterious enough? Just another story I thought of while doing Time is Strange. More is being revealed in chapter two! And you wonder why I call myself Chiro's Shadow500? Most of mys tories will center in on him so beware!
I did this in my room, by my computer, with the keyboard.