G.R.A.V.E Ch 1
Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2009 10:42 am
All was silent in Kerning City. Since it was midnight, most Maplers were sleeping soundly in their home. The only place that was busy was the Subway.
Sighing, an old woman sat on the platform. She was waiting for her son. She took out a photo of a young boy and sighed. How could things have gotten so wrong between a mother and her son? And what had happened in the last few months to make it worse?
Suddenly, a train rushed past the station, but instead of stopping, it rushed straight past the station.
"What the hell is going on?" thought the old woman.
In the train, the passengers were lying in a pool of blood. A man in a tuxedo sat on the floor, licking his lips. There was something dripping from his mouth. Blood. Fresh blood.
Overhead, a helicopter followed the train. There was a logo on its door that read G.R.A.V.E - Black Ops. Inside the helicopter, a boy, about 13 in age, knelt on the floor, sword in hand. He tapped his foot on the floor impatiently, willing time to pass faster.
"When are you going to begin the mission?" he asked the pilot. The pilot ignored him, and muttered something.
"Mission commencing in 3-2-"
The boy grinned. "Thanks dude!" he said, slinging his sword over his back.
"1- mark. Begin mission."
The helicopter's door slid open. The boy was about to jump off when a voice said "Hikaru!"
The boy looked back and snapped "What?!"
A man strode out of the shadows. There was a gigantic shotgun attached to his left leg, and he has a katana slung over his back. He was also wearing a purple cloak.
"Hikaru, concentrate. This is a big task you're undertaking."
Hikaru sighed. "Yes, Wasabi."
He jumped from the helicopter and landed on the train. As he equipped his sword, his eyes glowed a blood red. When he smashed a window into pieces with the butt of his sword, a foul stench rose into the air. Blood. He slid into the train, feeling slightly nervous. When he saw what was in the train, he nearly fainted.
The train floor was littered with dead bodies. Many of them died a gruesome death, judging by the way their bodies were sliced into pieces. Hikaru clenched his fist. "Whoever did this must be stopped!" he muttered, running into the next carriage. Carriage after carriage, he only saw one thing: Dead people.
As he ran into the driver's cabin, someone greeted him.
"Welcome....... to hell."
Sighing, an old woman sat on the platform. She was waiting for her son. She took out a photo of a young boy and sighed. How could things have gotten so wrong between a mother and her son? And what had happened in the last few months to make it worse?
Suddenly, a train rushed past the station, but instead of stopping, it rushed straight past the station.
"What the hell is going on?" thought the old woman.
In the train, the passengers were lying in a pool of blood. A man in a tuxedo sat on the floor, licking his lips. There was something dripping from his mouth. Blood. Fresh blood.
Overhead, a helicopter followed the train. There was a logo on its door that read G.R.A.V.E - Black Ops. Inside the helicopter, a boy, about 13 in age, knelt on the floor, sword in hand. He tapped his foot on the floor impatiently, willing time to pass faster.
"When are you going to begin the mission?" he asked the pilot. The pilot ignored him, and muttered something.
"Mission commencing in 3-2-"
The boy grinned. "Thanks dude!" he said, slinging his sword over his back.
"1- mark. Begin mission."
The helicopter's door slid open. The boy was about to jump off when a voice said "Hikaru!"
The boy looked back and snapped "What?!"
A man strode out of the shadows. There was a gigantic shotgun attached to his left leg, and he has a katana slung over his back. He was also wearing a purple cloak.
"Hikaru, concentrate. This is a big task you're undertaking."
Hikaru sighed. "Yes, Wasabi."
He jumped from the helicopter and landed on the train. As he equipped his sword, his eyes glowed a blood red. When he smashed a window into pieces with the butt of his sword, a foul stench rose into the air. Blood. He slid into the train, feeling slightly nervous. When he saw what was in the train, he nearly fainted.
The train floor was littered with dead bodies. Many of them died a gruesome death, judging by the way their bodies were sliced into pieces. Hikaru clenched his fist. "Whoever did this must be stopped!" he muttered, running into the next carriage. Carriage after carriage, he only saw one thing: Dead people.
As he ran into the driver's cabin, someone greeted him.
"Welcome....... to hell."