Yo kuzo here, just telling you that a random reader will have their innards ripped from them and wrapped around their little necks until he/she reviews. Just kidding, relax. Well this is ??? POV so it always starts with a little recap. Enjoy.
??? POV
I sat in the shelter of the wreckage while I listened to my own breathing and the over-zealous cheers of the young ones. I smiled my, apparently wicked, smile, as I thought of the last firefight that got me this happy. As if I would tell you of my only defeat. Well I readied one of my more discombobulating spells called Shadow clone. Essentially, it's a multiplication spell. Down side; if they take a major wound, such as missing limbs, they would fade into the surroundings and die. Upside; I can make around 12,000 of these guys without breaking a sweat. I know that you're all jealous of my amazing ness, but you don't know the half of it.
Anyway, I made my clones say something that would scare/annoy them long enough for me to escape undetected. I worked fast casting my spell Ghost skin which, basically makes me go through solid objects. See, I told you that you haven't seen anything yet. Anyways, I went through the truck, the tree, I used Wisp and found myself behind a large Sequoia. I took in my surroundings: the prize was looking around for more to fight, the woman with the shot gun was pummeling one of the clones, the two smallest were fighting a tag battle with one of my clones, the Asian kid was ripping trees from the earth and hurling them through the air at one of my clones who had cast Ghost step, which causes the caster to float effortlessly through the air. The one I was going to attack next was pelting rocks at my clone, then would turn and run.
I was gonna have fun with this. I silently ran over to the semi and used my super natural strength to lift the truck. I leaped 40 feet in the air and threw the truck at blinding speeds towards the ground. Then, I Wisped over to the black kid. My fist collided with the boys face and he went sailing into a nearby pine. I pulled out my broadsword and with a single flick, I slashed, effortlessly the stick he was going to throw at my clone. The boy rolled to the left and grabbed something from his right pocket. CRACK! The thing was a Magnum that pumped a single shot into my clone who commenced to fall over and fade away. I cast Vanish on the remaining rounds in the magazine. In case you were wondering, vanish causes the target to disappear, and then reappear where I choose. The rounds came to my pocket. He pulled the trigger again, only to no avail. I heard the scrapping of boots on dirt so I spun and threw my prize to the ground and I put my blade to the other boy's throat. I smiled wickedly. "Check mate my dear fellow." I said as I sheathed my weapon. I began to walk away when I heard someone say
"Why? Why is everyone after us?!?" The eldest boy said hurling himself at me. He stopped just in time to miss running into my blade.
Somehow, I do not know why, but I felt sympathy for the child and decided to let the boy be. For now. I put the sword away and Wisped away.
I looked around at the area in which I appeared. There were Coastal Red Woods all around, a small creek was on the left, the right was a large clearing with six large black body suits sitting in the center forming the beginnings of a circle. Good, I thought. They are following orders.
12 hours earlier
I was leaning on the left wall when the door opened to revile the, always drunk or high, *** stumble through the doorway. He cursed then rose and popped a fascist salute and fell into a padded chair. "Morning mon capitain." He slurred and hic upped. *** has missed the most missions due to 'illness'.
I nodded and pointed to the map on my desk. "Well, take a look. Do you want to be in the task force or not?" He stared blankly at the complex map. He rubbed his chin then asked, "How many wineries are in that world?" I placed my hand on my chin in, what looks like an act of pondering. I walked up to my desk and picked up a box of parchment, took a step and pelted the writing materials at the drunkard. "You drunken monkey!" I shouted at the ignorant man who proceeded to pass out on my chair. You know how in all those cartoons, the character would always smack their face when something stupid would happen? Well that's the exact reaction that I had when the stoner had become incapacitated in my small office.
I stepped outside and summoned a guard to move the ingrate somewhere other than my little chamber. Once the first of the stooges of my group had been removed the second, and perhaps even my brain-damaged character strolled in and made a low, gracious bow. His head nearly hit the stone floor of the complex. "Hello my good sir, whatever is it that I am needed for on this most glorious day?" $$$ had his eye on two things: one, money, and in large quantities that I refuse to pay. His lowest fee that was ever charged was somewhere over the sum of 5,000,000,000 dollars of the American currency! Our nations' dollar is worth about a penny to the U.S.A.
The second thing that he had his eye on was my job, head of the Black Hand and heir to the Throne. Why he would want this job is beyond me, but all I know is that he has been looking for a way to get rid of me so he can get to my mass of wealth I have tucked away in case I am in dire need of help (like that will ever happen).
One of these days I will need to find a way to remove him from the picture entirely, and this maybe the chance I have been anticipating for some time now. I think I should make him take part just for a chance to place a knife for the sake of him having the keen ability of avoiding death (usually ones caused by me). He is an ass, put it bluntly. As my saying goes, 'If you can't kill them fairly, cheat' so that was my plan, lead him on a wild goose chase in that world, get him in some horrid situation that he would need assistance with, and not help. I know I am a very mean boss.
"You are going on this assignment, any questions?" I told the still bowing man in my room.
"Well, look at this, a whole new world to explore? And look, we have such a small population of humans living there where we could do anything and get away with it." He said after looking at the map for a brief moment.
"Get your bags packed for the trip, you have eight hours to be at the Shine of the Ancient Ones. Well what are you waiting for? Get!" I said once he had finished his statement, as I thought to myself, 'Yes, yes we can do anything we want without any negative repercussions.' "Oh, and while you are out, go fetch the others and send them my way." He nodded as he left the door open; he knows I hate it when my door is open. When doors are open in this complex, it means people are allowed inside, and I hate when people are in here.
The next one who entered was one of my first choices to take on any kind of mission. %%% was tall, lean, and had frozen light blue, almost transparent hair. He was wearing his blue full plate mail that was also blue along with his broadsword that was tucked into an elaborate looking sheath that was attached to his belt by a black band that had characters of the language of his homeland, the Kmearl kingdom. He gave me a very modest bow. I shock my head in a way showing him that I was displeased. "No my dear friend, it is I who should be bowing to you. You are older than I, wiser than I, stronger than I. You are better than myself in every aspect." I went down on one knee and lowered my head. "You are far better than I." %%% smiled and forced me upright.
"My friend, it is I who should be saying all of the things that had just spewed form your lips. You are the greater warrior than I. Now, you have summoned me for what purpose?" He said in his perfect mix of bas and tenor. I smiled, I knew that he would follow me to the ends of the space if I hadn't asked him, and he would die if I gave consent. I do not know why, that's just how he rolls. "Tell me, are you familiar with the world Earth?" He nodded solemnly. He did not want to go, I could tell from the way his face curved.
"Do you want to stay behind on this one? You haven't missed one job sense the battle of the Cloning Factory. You could stay and help out here. I know that Linda-"
He interrupted me. "I am ready to leave if everyone else is ready. I have been," he paused; it looked as if he was trying, with some difficulty to string a sentence together. "anticipating this trip for such a length of time, that I do not remember where the entrance to that realm is anymore." He said after the pause.
We talked for a few more minutes and then he went to get his gear ready. In a few minutes the third in command stomped thought my door and slammed the door shut. After a few more interviews, we had our task force. !!!, a vampire, $$$, rich boy, %%%, my close friend, ###, the physical embodiment of earth, , a shape shifter, &&&, a telekinetic. This was gonna be fun.
Present day
I stood in the center of the circle of robes and said, "My brothers of the dark and evil, let us hid no longer, and reveal our true purpose to this world. Our time has come!" After half a second of waiting, all of the robes were filled with bodies of different sizes, ranging from around 5'5", to 6'9", see, we aren't prejudice ion any way. The hooded figures all joined in on a dark chant, where we come from it was used to summon Motap, god of the undead and winter, 40 years ago to fight against It, god of war, strife, hate, and death. (There are no keys on my keyboard that can type out our chant)
After our pow-wow, I looked at the hoods of all my comrades and said, "You guys up for a hunt?"
Sorry it took so long, but my computer was being retarded. And I am in the process of moving my account over to the moving castle (my lap top). And I was also grieving over the loss of some of my favorite people like Dominic De Louis, and others who I shalln't mention do to their nature of being very secretive. So, yeah, I hope you all enjoyed it,
Love,
Kuzo Kun