May or may not continue this. Could be a one-shot type thing. Contains most influence from a concept I've had in mind for a while and a little from Fullmetal Alchemist.
PLOT OUTLINE
The year is 2011. World War III was forced to begin. North Korea teamed up with Iran as well as other "rouge" countries, and are in the starting stages of a war against NATO, Russia, Japan, and the now-democratic China. Chaos is imminent. A nuclear attack has already taken place. Bombings have happened everywhere. However, across the planet, mostly in the United States and Canada, teenagers began appearing with extraordinary powers, such as control over ice and super-speed. In an effort to get the war to an end quickly, as many of these people as they could find were recruited by American and Canadian forces. This story focuses on three main heroes.
Robert Ghiaccio: One of the first discovered humans with powers, and with that, one of the first to be recruited. He had formerly lived in Washington State, right near the Canadian border, and often would cross over the border just so see how different it felt. He has a large scar across his face from a terrorist attack he was near when he visited Seattle at one point. His powers are control over ice and mind reading.
Julie Hinterhaltig: Another one of the first to be discovered with powers, and the best friend of Robert. Prior to gaining her powers, she had taken years upon years of martial arts, and has made herself a ninja due to that and her powers, which are superspeed and illusions.
Dominic Kiborg: A cyborg who was left in his state after a massive bombing raid in his former home of St. Petersburg, Russia by North Korea. New technology allowed the surgeons to apply the robotic parts to him, aiding him significantly. Due to his traumatic experience, he is most of the time quiet and serious. His powers are immense strength and night vision.
Might as well begin. Wrote out some outlines, now I can't stop.
CHAPTER 1
Dominic struggled in his sleep. He kept having the dream. The dream he's had ever since North Korea dropped all those bombs on his hometown. He could still remember watching his hand break off, blood gushing everywhere. He could remember watching the flames crackle and the blood of victims slowly transition from red to brown as it aged. He could still remember awakening in that hospital in Moscow, completely dazed and freaked out. He could remember the fear. he could remember the confusion. The anger. The feeling like any moment his heart would fail from all the blood he lost that day.
Someone began opening the door. "Hey Kiborg, is everything alright?" a voice said as its source peered through the door.
It was Mark Evans, one of the people in charge of the division for those with powers that were recruited.
"Oh, cause you were making a whole lot of noise up here. Is there anything you need?" Evans asked.
"No... That's.. alright." Dominic said.
"Alright, try to get some sleep." mark said as he shut the door.
Six months had passed since he, along with tons of others his age, were brought in to assist NATO and its allies fight off the "evil" forces. The War in Iraq had ended a year before. Stuff didn't seem so bad. China had left communist status that year as well. America and Russia became allies. It seemed so safe, but now they were in the first World War in decades. And it could very well be the last.
Next thing Dominic knew, it was morning. 10:00AM. He headed down to the main floor where they would be briefed on details of where we'd first be going.
As he approached the room he was told to report to, he ran into Robert.
"Hey Robert, you were making an awful lot of noise last night. What were you up to?"
"Oh...um... I apologize... I just.. couldn't get..comfortable."
"It's all good." Robert replied. "Let's get briefed on where we're first headed."
Both were surprised at the results of who showed up.
Dominic turned to the front of the podium. He saw familiar faces. Mark Evans.. Commander of the United States Army Stephen Thompson.. and... President Obama?
"..It appears the president is here." Dominic said to Robert, who then looked over.
"Holy crap! You're right!" Robert exclaimed. "What could he be doing here?"
Then came the noise of a microphone being tapped on. Evans was beginning to speak.
"You may be surprised at how many showed up. We had to first see whose powers were genuine. Turns out some of them were either weak or faked. Anyway, let's begin. Before I assign you to your first mission, President Obama would like to speak with you briefly."
Obama then took the stage. "I will make this brief so you guys can get your mission, but I would like to wish you your best in this first fight of a war we wish we could have avoided. You all know as well as I do, as well as Mike does, and as much as anyone else here knows, that we ended up with no choice. Fight your hardest. Do not be afraid to bring out your full force. You're supposed to kill. Set aside your common morals that killing will get you in deep water. This must be won for the sake of our world. Thank you."
As he stepped down, Mike Evans took the podium.
"Thank you Mr. Obama. Alright soldiers, we have your first mission today. We received reports the other day stating that terrorists set up a station somewhere in Algeria where they are attempting to plan out a massive terrorist attack. We need you to fight your way there and get these plans by any possible means. Don't worry about what language it's written in. Arabic, English, Chinese, anything. Acquire anything that can foil the plan."
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Might go on with this. Depends on if I get bored like this again or not.
---
Eh, what the hell, Chapter 2, will likely be short though.
Upon arrival in Algeria, they began a strategy.
"We believe the planning area is located in a large tent in this city." Evans explained. "You guys have your powers, but you are being given guns for further power."
"Alright, let's get this over with." Julie said, walking off.
"Wait, what the hell are you doing?" Robert said, chasing after her.
"Beginning the mission. Get Dominic and let's get going.
Dominic sat at the bench where they were being talked to, with more memories of the bomb raid on his mind.
The severe pain.
The fear of death.
The ominous feeling that increased as his blood decreased.
"Hey, Dominic, let's get going." Robert said, walking towards him.
"Oh...um...yes." Dominic said, getting up.
A few hours later..
Julie stood on a rock, looking around at anything in sight. She began to squint at one point.
"Over there. I see what looks like a large tent." she said.
"At least it's fairly cool out now." Robert said. "Alright, let's get moving. Hopefully we'll take them be surprise and won't have to have a long-winded battle."
The tent in question took a short time to get to.
"So how do we go in?" Robert asked quietly. "Do we barge in? We certainly don't just knock."
"Barge in, of course." Julie said, ripping the tent open.
Inside were about six terrorists at a table mapping something out.
Robert approached them, ready to use his freezing ability.
"Alright, bastards, give us your plans and nobody gets to be frozen alive."
One of them, yelling something in what Robert guessed was Arabic, took out a rifle and began shooting.
Dominic ran in front and grabbed the bullet with the hand on his robotic arm, then crushing it.
"That was.. a bad idea." Dominic said, then punching the terrorist in the face, causing his nose to instantly break and several teeth to fall out.
Julie was using her stealth to sneak up on two others, then taking out a gun she was given and shooting both of them in the back of the neck, killing them.
"Three more of these scumbags to go." Robert said, smiling. One of them charged at him, and he responded by using his ice abilities to freeze the terrorist into a block of ice.
Another one took a small knife, and approached Robert. Before he could react, he was stabbed in the shoulder.
Dominic noticed the first terrorist was in a coma. He wasn't to be worried about.
Dominic approached the terrorist that stabbed Robert from behind, grabbing him by the neck.
"You can either tell us your plan or your neck can break." Dominic yelled.
"Woah, never seen him so worked up." Robert said with pain as Julie helped him up.
"..No." the terrorist spat.
"Very well." Dominic said before crushing the neck of the terrorist.
Julie looked around. "Okay, where's the other one?"
"Aw, crap, he got away." Robert sighed. "Well, our mission was just to get the plans. I see the one they were working on right here on the table."
He walked towards the table, then picking up the paper and examining it.
"This looks like it was written in Korean in some areas and Arabic in others." Julie said, peering over his shoulder.
"A map of Paris." Robert said. "They're planning something in Paris under likely circumstances. I tend to doubt they plan on having a nice tour of the Louvre."
"Let's get it back over to Evans and get out of here." Julie said, beginning to exit the tent.
"Well, all that was in here was the table, map, writing utensils, chairs, and the now-dead bodies of terrorists." Robert responded. "So we can pretty much get going. But first, let's take care of that last terrorist that's in the coma."
"Kill him?" Julie said, walking back in.
"Better yet, we capture him and have the FBI squeeze any needed information out of him before putting him in federal prison." Robert said. "Dominic, you can carry the body with no problem, right?"
Dominic nodded, then reaching down and picking up the unconscious body as if it were a notebook.
Upon returning to the meet-up site, Evans was pleased with the results.
"We'll send off the terrorist you captured to DC where he'll be hospitalized then taken in for questioning." Evans said. "In the meantime, we'll need to have this all translated so we can attempt to foil the plan. All I can gather is it will be in Paris. I'll contact the French Government on our flight back so they can be informed of the situation. Great work, guys. Oh, and Robert, we'll have some medical personnel bandage the stab wound."
The three boarded onto the flight back to headquarters, exhausted. Robert kept poking at the bandage that was put on his wounded shoulder.
"Robert, knock it off.." Julie sighed.
"Come on, I can't help it.." he replied.
"You're going to screw it up, fidget with some silly putty or something."
Robert turned and noticed Dominic looking down as usual.
"You know, I've had this mind reading power and haven't even used it to figure out what's up with Dominic." he thought to himself. "I think I'll try it out."
He began to read Dominic's mind.
I can still remember it.
Minding my own business. Just an innocent Russian teen.
Then one day some bastards decided they would change our weather forecast to a bomb storm.
The rubble collapsing on me. The bones breaking. The screaming pain. The third-degree burns.
The massive bleeding. My hand breaking off entirely.
Anything is painless compared to this. Why did I deserve such pain?
I minded my own business.
I didn't do any bad deeds. I didn't smoke. I didn't drink.
I did well in my education. Why me?
One day. One day I swear I will go to North Korea for my revenge. I will kill Kim Jong-Il.
Robert stopped reading his mind, a blank look on his face.
After a few seconds, only two words could come out of his mouth.
"..my god.."
---
I'm pretty much only being strong with developing Dominic with his trauma from the North Korean "bomb-storm" on his hometown IMO. His robotic body parts are kind of similar to the automail in Fullmetal Alchemist, but not too much. He's got a portion of his face, his left arm, left leg, heart, and parts of his chest "robot-ized".
I'll probably do a third chapter to show what exactly this plan in Paris was and how it ends up stopped.
May or may not continue this. Could be a one-shot type thing. Contains most influence from a concept I've had in mind for a while and a little from Fullmetal Alchemist.
PLOT OUTLINE
The year is 2011. World War III was forced to begin. North Korea teamed up with Iran as well as other "rouge" countries, and are in the starting stages of a war against NATO, Russia, Japan, and the now-democratic China. Chaos is imminent. A nuclear attack has already taken place. Bombings have happened everywhere. However, across the planet, mostly in the United States and Canada, teenagers began appearing with extraordinary powers, such as control over ice and super-speed. In an effort to get the war to an end quickly, as many of these people as they could find were recruited by American and Canadian forces. This story focuses on three main heroes.
Robert Ghiaccio: One of the first discovered humans with powers, and with that, one of the first to be recruited. He had formerly lived in Washington State, right near the Canadian border, and often would cross over the border just so see how different it felt. He has a large scar across his face from a terrorist attack he was near when he visited Seattle at one point. His powers are control over ice and mind reading.
Julie Hinterhaltig: Another one of the first to be discovered with powers, and the best friend of Robert. Prior to gaining her powers, she had taken years upon years of martial arts, and has made herself a ninja due to that and her powers, which are superspeed and illusions.
Dominic Kiborg: A cyborg who was left in his state after a massive bombing raid in his former home of St. Petersburg, Russia by North Korea. New technology allowed the surgeons to apply the robotic parts to him, aiding him significantly. Due to his traumatic experience, he is most of the time quiet and serious. His powers are immense strength and night vision.
Might as well begin. Wrote out some outlines, now I can't stop.
CHAPTER 1
Dominic struggled in his sleep. He kept having the dream. The dream he's had ever since North Korea dropped all those bombs on his hometown. He could still remember watching his hand break off, blood gushing everywhere. He could remember watching the flames crackle and the blood of victims slowly transition from red to brown as it aged. He could still remember awakening in that hospital in Moscow, completely dazed and freaked out. He could remember the fear. he could remember the confusion. The anger. The feeling like any moment his heart would fail from all the blood he lost that day.
Someone began opening the door. "Hey Kiborg, is everything alright?" a voice said as its source peered through the door.
It was Mark Evans, one of the people in charge of the division for those with powers that were recruited.
'I'm.... fine." Dominic stuttered. "Just... got overheated."
"Oh, cause you were making a whole lot of noise up here. Is there anything you need?" Evans asked.
"No... That's.. alright." Dominic said.
"Alright, try to get some sleep." mark said as he shut the door.
Six months had passed since he, along with tons of others his age, were brought in to assist NATO and its allies fight off the "evil" forces. The War in Iraq had ended a year before. Stuff didn't seem so bad. China had left communist status that year as well. America and Russia became allies. It seemed so safe, but now they were in the first World War in decades. And it could very well be the last.
Next thing Dominic knew, it was morning. 10:00AM. He headed down to the main floor where they would be briefed on details of where we'd first be going.
As he approached the room he was told to report to, he ran into Robert.
"Hey Robert, you were making an awful lot of noise last night. What were you up to?"
"Oh...um... I apologize... I just.. couldn't get..comfortable."
"It's all good." Robert replied. "Let's get briefed on where we're first headed."
Both were surprised at the results of who showed up.
Dominic turned to the front of the podium. He saw familiar faces. Mark Evans.. Commander of the United States Army Stephen Thompson.. and... President Obama?
"..It appears the president is here." Dominic said to Robert, who then looked over.
"Holy crap! You're right!" Robert exclaimed. "What could he be doing here?"
Then came the noise of a microphone being tapped on. Evans was beginning to speak.
"You may be surprised at how many showed up. We had to first see whose powers were genuine. Turns out some of them were either weak or faked. Anyway, let's begin. Before I assign you to your first mission, President Obama would like to speak with you briefly."
Obama then took the stage. "I will make this brief so you guys can get your mission, but I would like to wish you your best in this first fight of a war we wish we could have avoided. You all know as well as I do, as well as Mike does, and as much as anyone else here knows, that we ended up with no choice. Fight your hardest. Do not be afraid to bring out your full force. You're supposed to kill. Set aside your common morals that killing will get you in deep water. This must be won for the sake of our world. Thank you."
As he stepped down, Mike Evans took the podium.
"Thank you Mr. Obama. Alright soldiers, we have your first mission today. We received reports the other day stating that terrorists set up a station somewhere in Algeria where they are attempting to plan out a massive terrorist attack. We need you to fight your way there and get these plans by any possible means. Don't worry about what language it's written in. Arabic, English, Chinese, anything. Acquire anything that can foil the plan."
---
Might go on with this. Depends on if I get bored like this again or not.
---
Eh, what the hell, Chapter 2, will likely be short though.
Upon arrival in Algeria, they began a strategy.
"We believe the planning area is located in a large tent in this city." Evans explained. "You guys have your powers, but you are being given guns for further power."
"Alright, let's get this over with." Julie said, walking off.
"Wait, what the hell are you doing?" Robert said, chasing after her.
"Beginning the mission. Get Dominic and let's get going.
Dominic sat at the bench where they were being talked to, with more memories of the bomb raid on his mind.
The severe pain.
The fear of death.
The ominous feeling that increased as his blood decreased.
"Hey, Dominic, let's get going." Robert said, walking towards him.
"Oh...um...yes." Dominic said, getting up.
A few hours later..
Julie stood on a rock, looking around at anything in sight. She began to squint at one point.
"Over there. I see what looks like a large tent." she said.
"At least it's fairly cool out now." Robert said. "Alright, let's get moving. Hopefully we'll take them be surprise and won't have to have a long-winded battle."
The tent in question took a short time to get to.
"So how do we go in?" Robert asked quietly. "Do we barge in? We certainly don't just knock."
"Barge in, of course." Julie said, ripping the tent open.
Inside were about six terrorists at a table mapping something out.
Robert approached them, ready to use his freezing ability.
"Alright, bastards, give us your plans and nobody gets to be frozen alive."
One of them, yelling something in what Robert guessed was Arabic, took out a rifle and began shooting.
Dominic ran in front and grabbed the bullet with the hand on his robotic arm, then crushing it.
"That was.. a bad idea." Dominic said, then punching the terrorist in the face, causing his nose to instantly break and several teeth to fall out.
Julie was using her stealth to sneak up on two others, then taking out a gun she was given and shooting both of them in the back of the neck, killing them.
"Three more of these scumbags to go." Robert said, smiling. One of them charged at him, and he responded by using his ice abilities to freeze the terrorist into a block of ice.
Another one took a small knife, and approached Robert. Before he could react, he was stabbed in the shoulder.
Dominic noticed the first terrorist was in a coma. He wasn't to be worried about.
Dominic approached the terrorist that stabbed Robert from behind, grabbing him by the neck.
"You can either tell us your plan or your neck can break." Dominic yelled.
"Woah, never seen him so worked up." Robert said with pain as Julie helped him up.
"..No." the terrorist spat.
"Very well." Dominic said before crushing the neck of the terrorist.
Julie looked around. "Okay, where's the other one?"
"Aw, crap, he got away." Robert sighed. "Well, our mission was just to get the plans. I see the one they were working on right here on the table."
He walked towards the table, then picking up the paper and examining it.
"This looks like it was written in Korean in some areas and Arabic in others." Julie said, peering over his shoulder.
"A map of Paris." Robert said. "They're planning something in Paris under likely circumstances. I tend to doubt they plan on having a nice tour of the Louvre."
"Let's get it back over to Evans and get out of here." Julie said, beginning to exit the tent.
"Well, all that was in here was the table, map, writing utensils, chairs, and the now-dead bodies of terrorists." Robert responded. "So we can pretty much get going. But first, let's take care of that last terrorist that's in the coma."
"Kill him?" Julie said, walking back in.
"Better yet, we capture him and have the FBI squeeze any needed information out of him before putting him in federal prison." Robert said. "Dominic, you can carry the body with no problem, right?"
Dominic nodded, then reaching down and picking up the unconscious body as if it were a notebook.
Upon returning to the meet-up site, Evans was pleased with the results.
"We'll send off the terrorist you captured to DC where he'll be hospitalized then taken in for questioning." Evans said. "In the meantime, we'll need to have this all translated so we can attempt to foil the plan. All I can gather is it will be in Paris. I'll contact the French Government on our flight back so they can be informed of the situation. Great work, guys. Oh, and Robert, we'll have some medical personnel bandage the stab wound."
The three boarded onto the flight back to headquarters, exhausted. Robert kept poking at the bandage that was put on his wounded shoulder.
"Robert, knock it off.." Julie sighed.
"Come on, I can't help it.." he replied.
"You're going to screw it up, fidget with some silly putty or something."
Robert turned and noticed Dominic looking down as usual.
"You know, I've had this mind reading power and haven't even used it to figure out what's up with Dominic." he thought to himself. "I think I'll try it out."
He began to read Dominic's mind.
I can still remember it.
Minding my own business. Just an innocent Russian teen.
Then one day some bastards decided they would change our weather forecast to a bomb storm.
The rubble collapsing on me. The bones breaking. The screaming pain. The third-degree burns.
The massive bleeding. My hand breaking off entirely.
Anything is painless compared to this. Why did I deserve such pain?
I minded my own business.
I didn't do any bad deeds. I didn't smoke. I didn't drink.
I did well in my education. Why me?
One day. One day I swear I will go to North Korea for my revenge. I will kill Kim Jong-Il.
Robert stopped reading his mind, a blank look on his face.
After a few seconds, only two words could come out of his mouth.
"..my god.."
---
I'm pretty much only being strong with developing Dominic with his trauma from the North Korean "bomb-storm" on his hometown IMO. His robotic body parts are kind of similar to the automail in Fullmetal Alchemist, but not too much. He's got a portion of his face, his left arm, left leg, heart, and parts of his chest "robot-ized".
I'll probably do a third chapter to show what exactly this plan in Paris was and how it ends up stopped.
Oh, and Abe Lincoln's alive.