b4 u read, consider the following:
1-this fanfic was constructed of limited information, but i am researching
2-that means this will be updated/altered regularly as new info comes in
3- replys/comments/ critiqing aprecciated but plz don't blam/spam hate posts
4-Crystal Ice, eat your heart out...
*and fyi, sailormoon is only hinted upon in the prolouge and somewhere in the middle(yet to be posted) you will se why..*
so here it is, my uber Sailormoon-based FanFic!! Enjoy!!
Dark Omen: Knight of Shadow
Prolouge
This was a sad moment in the history of the kingdom. An invading Empress had laid seige to the Capital only hours before. now, the walls were in ruin, the kingdom's armies finished, and the Sailor Scouts already hard pressed to defeat the evil queen. but the ruler of the kingdom knew, they had one last ace up their sleeve: thier Champion and future king, David. His given title, Dark Omen, had struck fear into the dark Queen's armies throughout the war. for he was indeed a mighty warrior. bearing armor seeming to belong in myth, a vast pool of magical energies at his disposal, and the legendary Shadowheart, a mighty 2 handed Halbered said to weild both light and darkness, he was indeed a force to be reconed with. but fate was not on his side this day.
"Bring it on!!" he shouted at the top of his lungs. more came at him. Swish!! he felled them with but a stroke. then, an arrow peirced his cape. "crud, i just had that cleaned you *******!!" he exclaimed. then, with a burst of power, he launched several spheres of Shadow energy and blew the archers away. after a few more hours of bloody combat, it seemed that they had stopped coming. David wondered "did i win?". but the answer suprised him- a lone warrior stood before him. he had little armor except for a Gauntlet, for he was mostly garbed in Cloth of a hellish red hue. he wore no helm, only a wool facewrap. but despite this, two short horns could be clearly seen on his forehead, below wich was a scarlet headband that flowed down to his feet. "who are you?" David asked. "I am known by many as the Crimson Dragon," the warrior said, "and i have come to erase you from this place." He wondered, "pfft. as if HE could beat ME.. i'm the best around here!!" but before David could open his mouth, the warrior flashed before him, and delivered a blow so forcefull, so devastating, that it quite literally blew him into the outer reaches of space! drawing into a comah, David slowley closed his eyes, unaware of his destination.....Earth.
*update-chapter 1 is here!!*
Last edited by Todd; 07-18-2008 at 01:31 AM.
Reason: Descriptive add-on, spell check, updates
*this Chapter is told in the 1st person by the main character*
...I had no idea how long I had been out. I didn't even remember where I was... where I had been. Hell, I didn't even remember WHO i was at that point. But, luckily for me, I started to remember about myself after a few minutes of walking around. I do remember I had a HUGE headache. I figured I must have fallen pretty hard. That was pretty much confirmed when I saw the gaping hold in the ground behind me. I remember it was ringed with something metalic..I must have crashed THROUGH something, I figured. when I kept looking around, i started seeing bodies. then i thought, "oh man, i must have really ruined somebody's day.." Later I was told that i crashed into something they called a "Tank", more specificaly a "T-62", in case you're wondering.
A few minutes afterward, some wierd looking man came up to me. he wore a loose leather jacket, pure black except for a red trim near the bottom. But the wierdest thing about him was his head. No, He didn't have a wart or anything, but He had the most peculiar hairdew I had ever seen. I remember it like a guy would if he saw his girlfriend naked for the first time. The front seemed to be puffed out into a little plump patch, except it was red on the end of almost every little hair. The same went for the hair on the sides of his head. That particular part was held up almost straight up, and made little blade-like curves foreward, and the hair itself was pointed a little back. the hair on the back of his head was long, about to his back, and messy, like a dog's would be if it were that long. The majority of it was a very dark brown, except for the red parts. He began to ask me "are you ok?" and started to tell others to come over. Four others did. one was Huge, but not too big, and he had blond-ish hair and a good sized belly. he was on his left. to his right was another blonde, this one short and thin. he had glasses, and hair just about as crazy. but the last one almost gave me the spooks. it was his skin. it was as brown as very wet dirt. I touched his skin, scraped it, and wondered. i asked him, "why is your skin like that? did you get burned?" his answer suprised me. "i was BORN this way, foo..". the blonde told me that he was what is known as a "black guy". after a few glances and nods, the four of them and i introduced ourselves. the crazy haired one was Thomas C. McKaine, but he prefered to be caled "Pyro", for short. the Small blonde was his brother, Charlie. his nickname was apparently "Chill". the large one was Gregory, but they just called him "G". The Dark-skinned one was Jonothan Tucker, or "J.T". i told them my name (David, and thank the heavens i managed to remember that much).
after a bit, the five of us set of for their abode, but they told me that before then, that they felt that they should show me around. what a wild night I was in for....
Last edited by Todd; 07-17-2008 at 09:41 PM.
Reason: correction
The Kremlin's halls were especially cold that day. it was around midnight, so all the lights were on. Throughout the halls, all that could be heard was the cold footsteps of the guards walking about, making their rounds. but one room in particular, was not so cold and dank. In this room, jolly laughter and the oft heard clinking of glass could be noted. inside were many hearty generals, statesmen, and two particular people of intrest. One was none other than the President of Russia himself. Seated next to him was an abnormaly large and muscular man, Vladamir Dugal, The lead commander of the Crimson Fist, a National Guard of sorts, that happened to have plenty of public support. Then the President of Russia arose, and Dugal along with him. the room grew silent as he spoke. "Fellow Commrades," he began, "today we celebrate the brave efforts of our good friend, Vladamir Dugal.". A short aplause. He continued, "for one week ago today, he and his commrades in the Crimson Fist succesfully quelled what was, perhaps, the largest rebellion in our history.". More applause. "And now, my commrades," he conttinued, ".I shall turn over the floor to our good friend. ladies and getlemen, Commander Dugal!". Applause, but this time louder and more vigorous. then Dugal began.
"Commrades, I thank you for this recognition.... but i must say, it was a heartwrenching experience..". he paused, grinning a little. two staesmen in the room nodded. "'Tis a shame, some of the fine Russians that had to be..put down.". It was becoming clear that something wasn't quite right. "Some loyal commrades, even... Journalists..Bakers...Statesmen...Generals... all had to be put down..". The two Statesmen began to nod again, but others began to worry. "but fear not, for it shant happen again!" he exclaimed. "For on this day, I solemnly decree that there will be a new age! An age of order! An age of peace! An age of power!". He suddnely calmed himself, a snicker running across his hair-ridden lips. "All that needs to happen..is for you to die.". Just then, soldiers burst into the room. But these were not the guards. Not at all. They were dressed in fur overcoats, and rabbit-fur caps, containing a hand grasping a sword in red. This was the symbol of the Crimson Fist. The President gazed in disbeleif. Dugal could now be seen with a wide, menacing grin. The President asked "why, Dugal? why would you betray our Country?". Dugal chuckled a little. "correction, mr. President" he remarked, "...MY country!". Vladamir left the room. As he walked away from there, there could be heard the well-known sound of people getting wasted by machinegun fire. The rule of Vladamir Dugal, and the Crimson Fist, had begun.
A few days later, in the Crimson Fist's Military Stronghold in Siberia, the newly crowned "Czar Dugal" was going over reports with his top Colonels. "Czar," the first one began, "all political oposition in Kiev has been turned or exterminated as you commanded.". "Excelent!" Dugal replied, "Now no one will oppose me on the homeland." The second Colonel piped up. "Czar, the Emissary to the U.N. has been neutralised, and international Communications have been jammed.". "Well done.. now the world will be left in the dark whilst i prepare.." he exclaimed softly. All seemed to be going as scheduled, when suddenly, a man in a white lab coat burst into the room. "Czar!! Czar!! come quickly!! Dr. Krushchiev needs your counsel!!". The Czar stared at him with suprise for a moment, then arose from his seat. "We will finish the reports later, gentlemn. lead the way, good man!!".
A few moments later, Dugal and the assistant arived at Dr. Krushchiev's Labratory. The room was filled with beakers and vials containing a rainbow of violatle chemicals. The good doctor himself,a scrawny, hunch-backed old man, was studying a satellite image. on the screen, a gaping hole could be seen. A strange figure was also present. Dugal came over to the monitor. "Ah, so this is why you have summoned me, good doctor.", he said. "Ah yes, quite the conundrum indeed.. i must know what this life form is!!" The doctor said with delight. "yes.." Vladamir pointed out "..after we kill it..". "but why?!?" Krushchiev asked with astonishment. Dugal Exclaimed "because he has drawn attention to us. That tank was made by our engineers, and when the Americans find it, they will be drawn to us. I want the tank scrapped, and the life form exterminated.". "But Czar!! normal bullets cannot hurt it, that was confirmed in the neural scan I perfomred just a moment ago." the doctor pointed out. "Well then, don't YOU have something that can stop it?" asked Dugal. The doctor hesitated a little, then repleid, "y-yes, i do.." He went over to a control pannel, and pulled a lever downward. An operating table slid out from a giant drawer, and tilted foreward. A dark figure was strapped to it. "Czar Dugal," Krushchiev began, "i give you the AutoNeucleic NeuroAutomaton. Anna, if you need something simple."
"Excelent. deploy it against the life form immediately".
"As you wish, Great Czar.."
With the push of a button, the Android srung to life. A cord plugge into it's chest, electronically relaying the Czar's orders. Then, quick as a flash, it activated it's leg-based jet propulsion, and flew off in search of it's prey. As the machination flew off into the horizon, the good doctor wondered;
"Why, Dugal.. why did you do this?.. and to my own Granddaughter.."
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