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NOTE #1: Sorry folks the spell checker isnt working.
NOTE #2: I know that his name is A-Train now, but I really dont wanna use that lame assed name here in this story, so in it he shall be known as what his name was before Albert.
Date: April 14th-15th 2004
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SUPERNATURAL WARS
ARC #01: The Department Of Supernatural Peace Keepers Part 4
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After transporting Bobs body away, The D.S.P.K, plus one John Cena all pile into a really old looking run down van that looked to be from the 1970s.
"Man you gotta be kidding me? You guys ride around in this pile of crap?!" Cena said shaking his head while climbing in the back.
"Chris you drive, Tajiri you go up in front with him, Steph and I will get in the back." Shawn said ignoring Cenas complaints and getting into the back of the van followed by Stephanie, who closed the side door behind her. Chris went to the other side and got in the drivers seat, while Tajiri got in on the passanger side.
"Better put your seat belts on." Chris said with a grin, he loved to drive this van. Cena shook his head.
"Oh yeah better buckle up, We'd wanna brace ourselves for when that turltle wobbles right on past us." Cena said rolling his eyes. Shawn and Stephanie exchanged glances and grined.
"I wouldnt be so sure of that, this van only looks like a old clunker on the outside." Shawn said with that same grin still firmly planted on his face.
"Oh yeah and why is that?" Cena asked, not believing him for a second.
"Kid your gonna be a believer in the supernatural after this is all over weather you or we for that matter, like it or not." Shawn said.
"Whatever!" Cena said, not accepting any of this baloney that Shawn and the rest of these guys were telling him.
"Steph, would you mind telling him about this van?" Shawn asked, looking over to her. Stephanie smiled and nodded.
"Sure thing boss." Stephanie said, turning her attention to Cena. "Ok Jim this van is-"
"John." Cena said. Stephanie looked at him blankly for all of two seconds.
"What?" Stephanie asked.
"You called me Jim. My name is John." Cena said with a sigh.
"Oh right sorry, John." Stephanie said with a slight nod.
"Yeah and dont forget it anymore either." Cena said indignantly.
"Well anyways JOHN, as I was saying. This van was a gift to us from the MIB, on the outside it looks like, well as Shawn said, an old clunker, but this van has a few extra little button on the wheel, a simple press of one and the van will do what that button gets it to do. One button causes a titaniam armor to cover the outside of the van, the armor is stronger then that of a tank. In fact it can take a direct shot from a tank and will come out of it in the exact same condition. The second button gives it a little burst of speed, in fact it can take us from zero to three hundred miles per hour in six seconds flat, and finally the last button allows it to fly. I was working on improving this old station wagon that we had but when The MIB gave us this baby there was no point in continuing on the station wagon dont you think?" Stephanie said with a smile. Cena just stared at her blankly, the slightest of smiles on his face.
"Everything you just said was total bullshit." Cena said, looking at his watch. "Hey listen how much longer 'till you guys, get this Triple H characther your after, cause I got a hot date in about a hour."
"Your gonna have to cancel that one there Johnny boy." Jericho said with a grin from the front seat. "Now brace yourself kiddos Im taking this baby to the skies, at two hundred miles per hour!" Jericho grinned as he pushed the two buttons and took to the skies at the speed he had said, everyone in the van had prepared thereselves for the change of pace the van would go, or at least everyone except for one John Cena, who was thrown back into his seat.
"What the hell is goin' on here!?" Cena asked, wide eyed.
"Didnt I just tell you we got this van from the MIB? Hmmm....I guess you wernt paying attention." Stephanie said sharing the same grin she had minutes ago with Shawn again.
"MIB huh? Isnt that like...The Men In Black or somethin'?" Cena asked, obviously he saw the movies.
"Yup, but this is the real MIB, not the Will Smith and Tommy Lee Jones deal." Shawn said.
"They ummm... they still take on the same shit that they do in those movies?" Cena asked, slowly becoming a believer.
"Yup. Anything alien those guys take care of, plus they also are devoted to making new inventions, though 95% of those dont make it to the market." Shawn said.
"Well if they take care of that stuff then why aint they takin' care of these so called warewolf things?" Cena asked.
"Dont you listen? I told you already, The MIB take care of anything alien. Warewolves arnt alien." Shawn said.
"So Warewolves, aliens its all the same shit!" Cena said.
"Hardly, Steph, tell him about the differances between alien, and supernatural." Shawn said, Stephanie smiled and nodded again.
"Sure thing Shawn. Ok John alien pretty much means anything that isnt from earth, thats the stuff, The MIB take care off. The supernatural is anything that comes from Earth, weather it be warewolves, vampires, ghosts, bigfoot, or the loch ness monster. Oh and those MIB movies, are far from fact. Aliens are walking among us, in fact there is only one alien on earth, and she works for The MIB." Stephanie explained.
"What about that memory eraser thing? They ummmm....do they have those?" Cena asked.
"Yes and we plan on using it on you after this whole thing is over." Stephanie said rather bluntly.
"What!? No way please dont do that to me!" Cena begged. Stephanie rolled her eyes.
"They dont exist John. I was kidding." Stephanie said shaking her head.
"How much longer until were there Chris?" Shawn asked Jericho from the back.
"Well Albert said they were at the waterfront so I'd say that we will be there in five minutes give or take one or two." Chris said.
"Alright, hopefully we'll get there with enough time to save Orton." Shawn said, though his hopes were low, if this really was Triple H they were dealing with then without a shadow of a doubt, Batista and Matt Morgan would of already arrived back at the water front with the precious cargo of Randy Orton. If only Shawn knew how right he was, just at that moment Batista and Matt Morgan made it back to a plain looking building at the waterfront. The building where Triple H was waiting.
"I was wondering when you would return." Triple H said standing from his seat. "Wheres Albert?"
"We were interupted by The D.S.P.K. they got Albert." Batista said. Triple H frowned.
"I knew he was weak. I trust you still got Orton?" Triple H asked. Morgan nodded, and threw Orton who had been put into a stright jacket on the floor in front of Triple H.
"Of corse we got him, we would do anything you ask of us." Morgan said. The comment only feed Triple Hs ego.
"Good to hear." Triple H looked down at the utterly terrified Randy Orton and lifted him to his feet.
"Listen I dont have any idea what so ever what I did to you guys but whatever it is I am so freckin sorry ok. Im so sorry you cant even begin to realize how sorry I am!" Orton said in total fear. Triple H smiled, he loved the smell of fear. Triple H ripped the stright jacket of of Orton then shoved him back to Batista and Morgan to keep hold of him.
"You didnt do a thing to us. You see Orton Im making my own little personal army. I take humans who are at the peak of excellance, in physical conditioning and you indeed are that. Of corse none of my minions would serve me willingly, not even Batista and Morgan there, but with the use of a serum in that needle up there, all I have to do is inject you with one shot of it and you'll obey me for the rest of your life. First though I have to turn you into one of us." Triple H said with a smile.
"No way! I dont wanna be one of you guys! I like being human! God please dont bite my neck and turn me into one of you!" Orton begge. Triple H looked slightly amused.
"Bite your neck and turn you into one of us? Do I look like a vampire? If I were to bite your neck I would likly bite your frecking head off! Sure a gentle little nibble on your neck could turn you into one of us, I perfer the full fledged bite. You see we can bite you anywhere and turn you into one of us. I like the arm. Its really meatly and thick, plus this way I can bite as hard as long as I dont want to bite your entire arm off, but hey I plan on making you one of my minions so why would I bite your arm off?" Triple H said with a small laugh.
"No man please dont! Please!" Orton begged. Triple H laughed again.
"Hey dont worry about it Randy. Its all a part of evolution." Triple H said then grabbed Ortons arm and bit into it. Orton screamed in pain as Batista and Morgan grinned at him. They might of lost Albert from there ranks but his replacement would be much better. After what seemed like forever to Orton, Triple H lifted his mouth from Ortons arm, almost instantly Orton began to transform, his nose and mouth growing into a snout, his fingers and toes extending with razor sharp claws, as even sharper teeth grew into his mouth, his eyes turning yellow, his ear growing pointed, and of cors the thick coat of fur that covered his entire body. Within a minute of the bite from Triple H, Randy Orton had turned into a wearwolf, Ortons stregnth increaded twenty fold as he tried to escape the grip of Batista and Matt Morgan, though there stregnth were still much greater then his, they still had a bit of trouble holding him back. Triple H walked up to where he was sitting before, which was of corse a throne, he would be king of warewolves and warewolves would soon rule the world so he would be king. Next to his desk was a little table, on it the needle with the derum that Triple H had spoken of earlier. Triple H picked up the needle and walked back to the newest warewolf in the room Randy Orton, who was still being held back by Batista and Matt Morgan.
"Im going to kill you for this!" Orton yelled. Triple H just gave him a cocky smile and shook his head.
"Didnt you hear me? This serum will make you obey every single word I say. All it takes its to be injected into your blood stream." Triple H said holding the neddle high in the air, knowing Orton would look up at it, as soon as he did Batista put a hand on his forhead preventing Orton from putting his head down again, to make it all the more easier for Triple H to inject the serum into Ortons blood stream.
"Hes good to go boss." Batista said with a grin. Triple H grinned again and started to bring his hand down, but before he could a shot was fired off in the building shooting through the needle promptly destroying it.
"What!?! WHO DARES!?!" Triple H yelled looking past Batista, Morgan, and Orton to see The D.S.P.K., Shawn Micheals, Chris Jericho, Stephanie McMahon, and Tajiri standing in the door way. Shawn Michaels was in the middle of the group with a gun in hand and a smile on his face.
"Long time no see." Shawn said staring at Triple H.
"Micheals! I knew we would meet again soon. You shall pay for what you have done with your lives!" Triple H threatened.
"Then bring it on baby!" Jericho said.
To Be Continued......
And theres another chapter. Wow. Thats all I can say after the feedback from the last chapter. I went from seven reviews to fourteen. You guys doubled it! Wow! Amazing! And just when I thought that this story wasnt as good as I thought it was. Thanks alot to those who reviewed not only the last chapter but the other chapters as well. How about you continue this tradition and review this one as well huh? C'mon review and tell me what you think, as you can see I obvioulsy love your feedback.
LaTerZ
-T Bond
NOTE #1: Sorry folks the spell checker isnt working.
NOTE #2: I know that his name is A-Train now, but I really dont wanna use that lame assed name here in this story, so in it he shall be known as what his name was before Albert.
Date: April 14th-15th 2004
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SUPERNATURAL WARS
ARC #01: The Department Of Supernatural Peace Keepers Part 4
_________________________________________________________________
After transporting Bobs body away, The D.S.P.K, plus one John Cena all pile into a really old looking run down van that looked to be from the 1970s.
"Man you gotta be kidding me? You guys ride around in this pile of crap?!" Cena said shaking his head while climbing in the back.
"Chris you drive, Tajiri you go up in front with him, Steph and I will get in the back." Shawn said ignoring Cenas complaints and getting into the back of the van followed by Stephanie, who closed the side door behind her. Chris went to the other side and got in the drivers seat, while Tajiri got in on the passanger side.
"Better put your seat belts on." Chris said with a grin, he loved to drive this van. Cena shook his head.
"Oh yeah better buckle up, We'd wanna brace ourselves for when that turltle wobbles right on past us." Cena said rolling his eyes. Shawn and Stephanie exchanged glances and grined.
"I wouldnt be so sure of that, this van only looks like a old clunker on the outside." Shawn said with that same grin still firmly planted on his face.
"Oh yeah and why is that?" Cena asked, not believing him for a second.
"Kid your gonna be a believer in the supernatural after this is all over weather you or we for that matter, like it or not." Shawn said.
"Whatever!" Cena said, not accepting any of this baloney that Shawn and the rest of these guys were telling him.
"Steph, would you mind telling him about this van?" Shawn asked, looking over to her. Stephanie smiled and nodded.
"Sure thing boss." Stephanie said, turning her attention to Cena. "Ok Jim this van is-"
"John." Cena said. Stephanie looked at him blankly for all of two seconds.
"What?" Stephanie asked.
"You called me Jim. My name is John." Cena said with a sigh.
"Oh right sorry, John." Stephanie said with a slight nod.
"Yeah and dont forget it anymore either." Cena said indignantly.
"Well anyways JOHN, as I was saying. This van was a gift to us from the MIB, on the outside it looks like, well as Shawn said, an old clunker, but this van has a few extra little button on the wheel, a simple press of one and the van will do what that button gets it to do. One button causes a titaniam armor to cover the outside of the van, the armor is stronger then that of a tank. In fact it can take a direct shot from a tank and will come out of it in the exact same condition. The second button gives it a little burst of speed, in fact it can take us from zero to three hundred miles per hour in six seconds flat, and finally the last button allows it to fly. I was working on improving this old station wagon that we had but when The MIB gave us this baby there was no point in continuing on the station wagon dont you think?" Stephanie said with a smile. Cena just stared at her blankly, the slightest of smiles on his face.
"Everything you just said was total bullshit." Cena said, looking at his watch. "Hey listen how much longer 'till you guys, get this Triple H characther your after, cause I got a hot date in about a hour."
"Your gonna have to cancel that one there Johnny boy." Jericho said with a grin from the front seat. "Now brace yourself kiddos Im taking this baby to the skies, at two hundred miles per hour!" Jericho grinned as he pushed the two buttons and took to the skies at the speed he had said, everyone in the van had prepared thereselves for the change of pace the van would go, or at least everyone except for one John Cena, who was thrown back into his seat.
"What the hell is goin' on here!?" Cena asked, wide eyed.
"Didnt I just tell you we got this van from the MIB? Hmmm....I guess you wernt paying attention." Stephanie said sharing the same grin she had minutes ago with Shawn again.
"MIB huh? Isnt that like...The Men In Black or somethin'?" Cena asked, obviously he saw the movies.
"Yup, but this is the real MIB, not the Will Smith and Tommy Lee Jones deal." Shawn said.
"They ummm... they still take on the same shit that they do in those movies?" Cena asked, slowly becoming a believer.
"Yup. Anything alien those guys take care of, plus they also are devoted to making new inventions, though 95% of those dont make it to the market." Shawn said.
"Well if they take care of that stuff then why aint they takin' care of these so called warewolf things?" Cena asked.
"Dont you listen? I told you already, The MIB take care of anything alien. Warewolves arnt alien." Shawn said.
"So Warewolves, aliens its all the same shit!" Cena said.
"Hardly, Steph, tell him about the differances between alien, and supernatural." Shawn said, Stephanie smiled and nodded again.
"Sure thing Shawn. Ok John alien pretty much means anything that isnt from earth, thats the stuff, The MIB take care off. The supernatural is anything that comes from Earth, weather it be warewolves, vampires, ghosts, bigfoot, or the loch ness monster. Oh and those MIB movies, are far from fact. Aliens are walking among us, in fact there is only one alien on earth, and she works for The MIB." Stephanie explained.
"What about that memory eraser thing? They ummmm....do they have those?" Cena asked.
"Yes and we plan on using it on you after this whole thing is over." Stephanie said rather bluntly.
"What!? No way please dont do that to me!" Cena begged. Stephanie rolled her eyes.
"They dont exist John. I was kidding." Stephanie said shaking her head.
"How much longer until were there Chris?" Shawn asked Jericho from the back.
"Well Albert said they were at the waterfront so I'd say that we will be there in five minutes give or take one or two." Chris said.
"Alright, hopefully we'll get there with enough time to save Orton." Shawn said, though his hopes were low, if this really was Triple H they were dealing with then without a shadow of a doubt, Batista and Matt Morgan would of already arrived back at the water front with the precious cargo of Randy Orton. If only Shawn knew how right he was, just at that moment Batista and Matt Morgan made it back to a plain looking building at the waterfront. The building where Triple H was waiting.
"I was wondering when you would return." Triple H said standing from his seat. "Wheres Albert?"
"We were interupted by The D.S.P.K. they got Albert." Batista said. Triple H frowned.
"I knew he was weak. I trust you still got Orton?" Triple H asked. Morgan nodded, and threw Orton who had been put into a stright jacket on the floor in front of Triple H.
"Of corse we got him, we would do anything you ask of us." Morgan said. The comment only feed Triple Hs ego.
"Good to hear." Triple H looked down at the utterly terrified Randy Orton and lifted him to his feet.
"Listen I dont have any idea what so ever what I did to you guys but whatever it is I am so freckin sorry ok. Im so sorry you cant even begin to realize how sorry I am!" Orton said in total fear. Triple H smiled, he loved the smell of fear. Triple H ripped the stright jacket of of Orton then shoved him back to Batista and Morgan to keep hold of him.
"You didnt do a thing to us. You see Orton Im making my own little personal army. I take humans who are at the peak of excellance, in physical conditioning and you indeed are that. Of corse none of my minions would serve me willingly, not even Batista and Morgan there, but with the use of a serum in that needle up there, all I have to do is inject you with one shot of it and you'll obey me for the rest of your life. First though I have to turn you into one of us." Triple H said with a smile.
"No way! I dont wanna be one of you guys! I like being human! God please dont bite my neck and turn me into one of you!" Orton begge. Triple H looked slightly amused.
"Bite your neck and turn you into one of us? Do I look like a vampire? If I were to bite your neck I would likly bite your frecking head off! Sure a gentle little nibble on your neck could turn you into one of us, I perfer the full fledged bite. You see we can bite you anywhere and turn you into one of us. I like the arm. Its really meatly and thick, plus this way I can bite as hard as long as I dont want to bite your entire arm off, but hey I plan on making you one of my minions so why would I bite your arm off?" Triple H said with a small laugh.
"No man please dont! Please!" Orton begged. Triple H laughed again.
"Hey dont worry about it Randy. Its all a part of evolution." Triple H said then grabbed Ortons arm and bit into it. Orton screamed in pain as Batista and Morgan grinned at him. They might of lost Albert from there ranks but his replacement would be much better. After what seemed like forever to Orton, Triple H lifted his mouth from Ortons arm, almost instantly Orton began to transform, his nose and mouth growing into a snout, his fingers and toes extending with razor sharp claws, as even sharper teeth grew into his mouth, his eyes turning yellow, his ear growing pointed, and of cors the thick coat of fur that covered his entire body. Within a minute of the bite from Triple H, Randy Orton had turned into a wearwolf, Ortons stregnth increaded twenty fold as he tried to escape the grip of Batista and Matt Morgan, though there stregnth were still much greater then his, they still had a bit of trouble holding him back. Triple H walked up to where he was sitting before, which was of corse a throne, he would be king of warewolves and warewolves would soon rule the world so he would be king. Next to his desk was a little table, on it the needle with the derum that Triple H had spoken of earlier. Triple H picked up the needle and walked back to the newest warewolf in the room Randy Orton, who was still being held back by Batista and Matt Morgan.
"Im going to kill you for this!" Orton yelled. Triple H just gave him a cocky smile and shook his head.
"Didnt you hear me? This serum will make you obey every single word I say. All it takes its to be injected into your blood stream." Triple H said holding the neddle high in the air, knowing Orton would look up at it, as soon as he did Batista put a hand on his forhead preventing Orton from putting his head down again, to make it all the more easier for Triple H to inject the serum into Ortons blood stream.
"Hes good to go boss." Batista said with a grin. Triple H grinned again and started to bring his hand down, but before he could a shot was fired off in the building shooting through the needle promptly destroying it.
"What!?! WHO DARES!?!" Triple H yelled looking past Batista, Morgan, and Orton to see The D.S.P.K., Shawn Micheals, Chris Jericho, Stephanie McMahon, and Tajiri standing in the door way. Shawn Michaels was in the middle of the group with a gun in hand and a smile on his face.
"Long time no see." Shawn said staring at Triple H.
"Micheals! I knew we would meet again soon. You shall pay for what you have done with your lives!" Triple H threatened.
"Then bring it on baby!" Jericho said.
To Be Continued......
And theres another chapter. Wow. Thats all I can say after the feedback from the last chapter. I went from seven reviews to fourteen. You guys doubled it! Wow! Amazing! And just when I thought that this story wasnt as good as I thought it was. Thanks alot to those who reviewed not only the last chapter but the other chapters as well. How about you continue this tradition and review this one as well huh? C'mon review and tell me what you think, as you can see I obvioulsy love your feedback.
LaTerZ
-T Bond