Post by Naruto Shippuden Abridged on Jul 23, 2007 19:55:56 GMT
Freedom Worth Fighting For Stories of Death Part 1 of 2
Freedom Worth Fighting For: Stories of Death
Death. Blood. Gore. All one thing. The night rained hard like it was hailing. In an office sat a man. His name was Frank Aria and he would become known as Mickey Mouse in 10 years. He was everything wrong, triple chainsmoker, two steps from being a full mental applicant from Rampson Mental Asylum, he thought his life was over but he heard a screaming noise. Like any other person he would investigate. When he entered the room where he heard the scream from he saw a decapitated man with his son standing over him. That boy was Rico Aria who would become known as hyphen in 10 years time. The blood that was coming out turned blue and the body exploded into the bit where his father was standing.
“What did you do? This is my boss!” Frank shouted angry at his son and tried to attack him but missed and was caught in a death trap which mutilated him everything except his head. His arms and legs exploded and he apparently died.
“Now to finish it…” Rico said angrily. “… you can go to that place they call death!”
Rico walked outside and then got out a brightly coloured button and then hit which exploded the building with only thing surviving was 10 gallons of blood and his father’s mutilated body. Then the police quickly arrived and found the boy with a full army set.
“Hey KID! Get out of the way!” The policeman said hoping the boy known as Rico would, but instead his skin turned blood red with howling eyes and as soon as the police officer went past him, he exploded into a gallon of blood. The other officers just ran away except for one. A 5 year-old boy by the looks of it, he walked up to the boy and for some odd reason, he didn’t exploded. Rico thanked the young boy who was introduced himself as Max.
“Hey Max were part of the program?” Rico asked wondering as his past just lies in shreds.
“Yeah, why?” Max replied
“Well I was kinda wondering ‘cause well, I was part of Attack Group Z. You were part of the Calmer Group right?” Rico said in a clear way he usually spoke.
A Phone Rang. Blood Spilled. It was coming.
“Hello?” Rico asked
“Hello Rico Is the Samaritan there?” A voice replied, crippled by the sound of it.
“Hello? This is the Samaritan.” Max said.
“Rico’s father is alive. He wants Revenge!” The voice hinted at a tip off.
“Who the hell is this?”
“Someone close, but not close, someone you know but you don’t know.”
“Stop the riddles! WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!” Max shouted
“As I was saying, someone in your family but not in your family.”
“Estranged, huh, stop the riddles RYAN!”
Then a trigged memory in Max’s head was recounted.
“Gimme that!” Rico said. “Hey it’s the bad boy again. Is my dad alive? You better listen otherwise you die in 10 years in the spot you are standing in right now!”
“Listen idiot, I am gonna break your dialling fingers if you threaten me once more!” Ryan shouted. “And, yeah, your dad is alive wanting revenge!”
Rico backed away and dropped the phone ending the all and went to the hospital only to find be a mental asylum, Rampson.
The Blood on the walls. The Bodies in Pieces. A Body.
“Hello son” A Voice said. “I’m alive. 10 years we fight.”
The war has just started…
A war begun. Children part of the first program fought the newly established CrimeV2. The war would go on for 10 years.
10 years later…
Freedom Worth Fighting For continues the story of the war against CrimeV2 and then the newly established CrimeV3.
Freedom Worth Fighting For: Stories of Death
Death. Blood. Gore. All one thing. The night rained hard like it was hailing. In an office sat a man. His name was Frank Aria and he would become known as Mickey Mouse in 10 years. He was everything wrong, triple chainsmoker, two steps from being a full mental applicant from Rampson Mental Asylum, he thought his life was over but he heard a screaming noise. Like any other person he would investigate. When he entered the room where he heard the scream from he saw a decapitated man with his son standing over him. That boy was Rico Aria who would become known as hyphen in 10 years time. The blood that was coming out turned blue and the body exploded into the bit where his father was standing.
“What did you do? This is my boss!” Frank shouted angry at his son and tried to attack him but missed and was caught in a death trap which mutilated him everything except his head. His arms and legs exploded and he apparently died.
“Now to finish it…” Rico said angrily. “… you can go to that place they call death!”
Rico walked outside and then got out a brightly coloured button and then hit which exploded the building with only thing surviving was 10 gallons of blood and his father’s mutilated body. Then the police quickly arrived and found the boy with a full army set.
“Hey KID! Get out of the way!” The policeman said hoping the boy known as Rico would, but instead his skin turned blood red with howling eyes and as soon as the police officer went past him, he exploded into a gallon of blood. The other officers just ran away except for one. A 5 year-old boy by the looks of it, he walked up to the boy and for some odd reason, he didn’t exploded. Rico thanked the young boy who was introduced himself as Max.
“Hey Max were part of the program?” Rico asked wondering as his past just lies in shreds.
“Yeah, why?” Max replied
“Well I was kinda wondering ‘cause well, I was part of Attack Group Z. You were part of the Calmer Group right?” Rico said in a clear way he usually spoke.
A Phone Rang. Blood Spilled. It was coming.
“Hello?” Rico asked
“Hello Rico Is the Samaritan there?” A voice replied, crippled by the sound of it.
“Hello? This is the Samaritan.” Max said.
“Rico’s father is alive. He wants Revenge!” The voice hinted at a tip off.
“Who the hell is this?”
“Someone close, but not close, someone you know but you don’t know.”
“Stop the riddles! WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!” Max shouted
“As I was saying, someone in your family but not in your family.”
“Estranged, huh, stop the riddles RYAN!”
Then a trigged memory in Max’s head was recounted.
“Gimme that!” Rico said. “Hey it’s the bad boy again. Is my dad alive? You better listen otherwise you die in 10 years in the spot you are standing in right now!”
“Listen idiot, I am gonna break your dialling fingers if you threaten me once more!” Ryan shouted. “And, yeah, your dad is alive wanting revenge!”
Rico backed away and dropped the phone ending the all and went to the hospital only to find be a mental asylum, Rampson.
The Blood on the walls. The Bodies in Pieces. A Body.
“Hello son” A Voice said. “I’m alive. 10 years we fight.”
The war has just started…
A war begun. Children part of the first program fought the newly established CrimeV2. The war would go on for 10 years.
10 years later…
Freedom Worth Fighting For continues the story of the war against CrimeV2 and then the newly established CrimeV3.