Random fic. Project5

[obsessive rules]

•the beginning\\\

It is 2012. The city is carlisle, uk. As the last taxi of the night rolls into the shadows, the driver is making little conversation. "This weather huh? I mean c'mon. Rain, then hotter than Ibiza? Wassup with that?" says the passenger. "It's messed up." the driver replied. The cab stops at the red light. "Silent one huh?" the passenger exclaimed. "Ehhh. It's just the night shift, Saturday night is like your monday morning. Torture." the driver remarked. "Ah. Sorry, what's your story?" said the passenger. "Ass hole as a kid, beat up a lot when I was in collage, failed all courses and ended up here. You?" a short sweet story from the driver. "My names Mark, I am a business man from London. Whats your na-" Mark was cut short by the car hitting a lamppost.

A sickening crunch. The fuel had ignited. The flames consumed the car, trapping the occupants and burning the flesh they wear.

4 minutes later the emergency services arrived. A helicopter took the driver away. Mark survived, he stepped out of the wreckage. "I don't die easy." The onlooking policeman stood in silence. His reaction was a one of fear. No one else noticed.

He jumped on a police bike and purred off, the shocked policeman then snapped out of his trance and jumped into the helicopter. The beating blades hit the dust off of the ground, the onlooking people were scrambling for safety, the Sargent slid behind the ambulance. The helicopter flew off after Mark, the motorway was clear and the blue lights flashed in the night, not hard to find for the gunship.

Locked on. The helicopter launched its first assault, a barrage of Nz-12 missiles. None hit but all tore up the road after the bike. Mark wasn't giving up, he wound the throttle back to the stop and hit 100mph. The second assault came instantly, 14 Magnesium-cased rounds with nitro glycerine in each one. The first hit the light. Launching the bike upwards, again. Mark just jumped off of the motorcycle and ran. The third barrage was a cluster storm attack know simply as "NeverMiss". It hit Mark square on. But after the smoke cleared he was still there.

"I never die. You never survive." mark shouted. Then, out of his arm came metal spikes with red tips. "No!" shouted the pilot. At that instant Mark launched his attack. 300000 volts of pure energy shocked the helicopter forcing it to fail. It descended like a brick and burned like a campfire.

Yet, they have only felt a tiny amount of Marks power.

 

[W3H5]

Soooooooooooo.........a night in Carlisle? Remind me to steer clear after too many jars.

 

[obsessive rules]

Soooooooooooo.........a night in Carlisle? Remind me to steer clear after too many jars.

It moves on don't worry

 

[obsessive rules]

•the encounter\\\

As the flames engulfed the wrecked helicopter Mark turned. His only reaction being a gesture with his hand. A sarcastic salute to the pilot. His face displaying no emotion other than rage. "I am invincible. The foes I face have no chance, they own white hearts." Mark exclaimed. Just as he had finished he could here a distant whoop and the horizons inky black was penetrated by the blues of the enforcement. "This is no place to fight." Mark knew when to stop, he vanished into the distant concrete highway.

As the investigators surveyed the chopper they had found the blackbox. It was wiped clean. Nothing on it. This was odd, no voice recordings to suggest what went wrong, no recordings. Nothing. Suddenly 3 black Evouge range rovers pulled up, 12 black suited men in black helmets stepped out. They scanned for radiation, positive. They seemed to know what was happening but where silent. Only one spoke and he said "In the cars. We're going."

The black evouges sunk into the horizon, the lights died. "Who were they?" Sargent Anders asked his officers. A collective errr suggested they didn't know who they were.

Later when the investigation was being cleared up a hooded man appeared. "You like my work?" he said. Immediately he dropped his hood. It was Mark, he was surrounded by police gunmen armed to the teeth. "Hmp. I bring a chopper down and you think I die easy? Please." He mocked the officers. "Hands up! Drop your weapons!" an armed officer shouted. "Weapons? You joking? I AM the weapon!" Marks tone highlighted one word "am". The officer looked on, horrified by the remark. He reached for his gun but was knocked over, the man in front of him changed. His arm morphed into a blade. The only light glinting off of it was the fire in Marks eyes. "I am project5." mark shouted before swinging the blade. The police officer collapsed. In a pool of blood.

2 kills make Mark a wanted man, will they ever catch him?

 

[obsessive rules]

•the opponent\\\

The body fell on the floor. Dead, watching the body was Mark, now revealed to be project5. He was filled with fury and had a heavy conscious. "Why must my heart be so white? Why must it rule over my thoughts? All the people I killed, these 2 stick in my head all the more. It's not normal. I'm not normal. Why was it I was made as a cold blooded killer and have a conscious? Who made me? I must have these answer!" Mark personified his sorrow in his words.

The rain beat down on the ground with the hail making a dubstep bass. Emerging from a near by shop was a woman, she wore a red jacket and jeans. "You! Its you!" she shrieked. "I knew you weren't dead!". "Your either mentally ill or have a death wish. I have no friends, only enemies." Mark replied. "Oh, I'm your WIFE. You left me 2 years ago!" The woman seemed surprised to see project5. "I do not recall you. I do not recall before 2010." p5 told the woman. "Well I'm Katy I married you in 2005, we went to Austria to get married. Italy on the honey moon." Katy told p5 in a warming voice. "I am truly full of regret but I do not remember you." p5 said in a tone with bitterness at its core. He walked away before Katy could reply.

An hour had passed and P5 pondered his next move. He wanted to track his maker down. But he didn't know where to start. "I could ask the authorities but. Yeah...." p5 td himself. He then got interrupted by a deep cough. Upon turning around he saw it. The first memory he has shows a man of 21 fighting him in an arena. "You!?! Who did this to us?" P5 asked the man. "Ourselves, we cannot blame but can be blamed." the man said. "I am project1. The first of 5, you are p5, yes?" p1 asked. "Yes." p5s reply was short. "We are not ourselves. I am the only project who retains his memories. P3 is the only y-x chromosomed project. P2 is a criminal. P4 is deceased. And then you. Your a murderer." p1 voiced his displeasure of the murderous nature of p5. "I did what I must. I will add another murder to my name if I had to. It will be you." p5 warned p1 of his short temper. "You cannot. If you don't die, how do I?" p1 explained. "I suppose. I have one question. Why?" p5 asked. "I know what you shall ask. Why are we in existence? P4 knew. That's why he passed away. They don't want us to know." p1 warned p5. "Who's they?" p5 tried to dig for answers. "Me." p1 answered just as he unleashed his kyro/cannon. He fired a round towards p5 who activated his shield. P5 had no choice but to use his blade. It was safer to melee. He strafed out of line of sight of p1 and ran towards him, he jumped and swung his blade, it stuck into p1s chest. "You... Cannot... Win." groaned p1 who released a charge of heat through the blade and melted the metal tips. "Arrrg!" p5 was in agony. He unleashed his electron spikes. 300,000 volts hit p1 who fell back into a parked Mitsubishi. The alarm went off and attracted security personal. "Freeze!" shouted the first. Holding a tazer, his eyes gave away the horror of the display he had just witnessed. P5 struck him and knocked him unconscious while the second ran.

As both projects fought in the carpark it was p5 who was in the most pain. "I yield." he said. "A weakened murderer. Ha." p1 slated p5. Right before he swung his chain shockers infront of him. At that instant p5 grabbed it and threw it back "I think you should have it back." he said. 600,500 volts are what it took to weaken p1. "I survive. You die." p5 said looking over his fallen opponent. Right before he sliced the back of his neck with his blade.

He had killed the only person with answers to why he is in existence. Will p5 ever know?

 

[obsessive rules]

•the outcast\\\

P1 lay in a pool of his own blood. "My creator, you fall to easy." p5 muttered to himself. "Yet I'm the one who has a mind weary of the death." he continued.

He walked off down the ramp of the carpark. No words fell from his mouth. He set off to find the woman he met yesterday. He set off to the place he once called home.

He had found a phone in his pocket. It read "146 new messages. 201 missed calls. 129 new voicemails." most seemed to be off of "Katy". He phoned the number. "Hi. It's me, mark." p5 said. "Mark? Why phone now?" Katy asked. "I must know where we lived." p5s voice had a demanding tone. "I've moved on. I found someone else." Katie's heart filled with regret. "I must. I shall." p5 said before hanging up. He had what he wanted. The phones location described as "Home location". Perfect.

He had started walking. His memories started slipping through. The last day. The last words he said to Katy. "I'm sorry." the words were filled with pain. The memories before that didn't exist.

An hour later and he was outside 27 Farm Drive. He rang the door bell. A man of 32ish years old answered. "Mark. Get the **** off my property." the man said. "I don't think I will. Im here for answers." p5 said. He had pushed the man aside and stepped into the house, a memory emerged from his mind. It was of him, standing in the bare hallway for the first time. His wife attached to his arm. Inseparable. Or so they thought.

An hour later he found nothing. No clue to what happened the day he lost his memory.

Will he ever find out?

 

[obsessive rules]

•the gathering\\\

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing. No way of knowing what happened to me." p5 said. He was in a dark warehouse. There was a disturbance in the air. "Who's there? I'm armed." p5 shouted. A woman in a black coat stepped out. "I am p3. You may have heard of me, p1 told you of me." she revealed. "P1 is dead." p5 said. "You think I don't know. I brought P2 fresh from jail. A bald tattooed man stepped out from the back of a container. "Err. Well 17 months isn't fresh." the man spoke in a gruff, harsh voice like audio sandpaper. "I am p2, I am the project who retained his normal form, I cannot be mutated at all." he said.

The woman stopped the introduction. "I have discovered a way you can increase your ability, exactly 2 miles from here is a military base, it's an underground test facility. It's where p1 was hiding, he was working on a mutation device called MGE-085, it splits your DNA and mutated cells and adds new genes."

"Won't it be passcode locked?" p5 was quizzical. "Yes, there is a computer at the entrance it's passcode is RNSQ0922:145:222. You must go now." p3 explained. At that moment the air was filled with the beating of rotor blades. "Don't fire, we have the warehouse surrounded." the voice was from a police helicopter. "We are armed!" the voice continued. "It appears we have been discovered. You must go, now!" p2 ordered p5.

As he ran a police car blocked his path. He just unleashed his blade and sliced the metal in 2. The driver jumped out and pulled an rpg out from the cabin. "I'll blow your. Rains to kingdom come if you walk towards me!" the police man shouted. "Hmp. Why must you try to stop me? It's futile." p5 said.

At that moment he swiped his blade towards the man. He fell to the floor, the blood staining his silver hair. "I must find a way of getting away." p5 muttered.

With another death and no one to match him, will p5 ever be stopped?

 

[TankAss95]

*grabs popcorn*

 

[obsessive rules]

*grabs popcorn*

I hope it's toffee flavoured .

Do you all like it?

 

[obsessive rules]

•the infiltrator\\\

"Another dead. Why must they stand in my way?" p5 asked himself. He was stood on a castle wall with the rain beating to its own skrillex bass, the fog blocking him from sight of the main road. He was crouched on one knee and staring into the grey mist. "Is it so difficult to find out who I am, or what I am?" he further asked himself questions which could not be answered right now.

P5 was at the base entrance. A simple looking metal door with a computer sitting on the wall. The keyboard slid from beneath the monitor and p5 began typing the password; RNSQ0922:145:222. He then pressed the enter key and a message appeared "Accessing UTFdatabase..." as the bar at the bottom filled up the door slid open. The grinding of the cogs suggest it is disused so should be safe. P5 stepped into the facility which housed a monorail tagged with "NiteCore". Someone had found this before. Again at the front of the train there was a computer similar to the one at the entrance. P5 reached for his phone and went a message to p3 saying "@base need other pc's. What do?" the reply was "ANK098" immediately the password was typed in as the monorail and the lights flickered on. There was a lever with "Thrust»" marked above it. "Hmm, I'll try this." p5 said as he pulled the lever down as far as it could go. There was a clacking sound which was soon replaced with a constant whirring. On the digital readout the numbers stopped at 70, meaning mph. The train was close to the end of the line and the doors slid open, p5 stepped out and looked around. He saw a door so decided to go through it, he pulled the handle down and pushed the door. It revealed a flight of stairs. P5 just slid down the rail at the side like a kid. He was at the bottom and there was another computer, the password was written on the wall "CS08" as the enter key was pressed the wall closed behind p5 and the floor felt like it was going down very quickly. Then there was a sudden stop. "Lab1- project "comandanti saranno"" said the voice over.

As the metal slid into the walls p5 stepped out. The room was filled with a glow from 20 different monitors. Each with a different type of research data on it. On the table was a syringe marked MGE-085. The enhancer.

He took it and made his way back up to the surface.

Later he was on the monorail doing a quicker 90 mph, the train came to an abrupt holt as there was a disturbance of the flow of electricity. On the track was an emp. Not set before, as p5 went to disable it the monorail started again and was about to hit p5 at 40mph, he ducked and went under the rail cart, he grabbed
An axel and hung on for dear life as the train but higher and higher speeds. Back up to 90 mph. 4 minutes later the train had stopped and as p5 had stepped off of the train a man in a white lab coat stood holding a sawn-off shotgun. He spoke in a Russian accent. "Ahh p5. I knew you could not resist more power. Allow me to introduce myself, I'm professor смерть (smert) and I am here to kill you." he shot a round into p5s chest. P5 took the hit, he still stood. "You need to try harder of you want my death." said p5. "My god! Its not... Possible! How can this be!?!" the professor was scared. Clearly he didn't know what p5 was. He dropped the gun, got onto his knees and begged p5 for forgiveness. "I didn't know. I worship you. Please, please! Let me go alive!". "You can go, but don't cross me again." p5 gave the professor a warning.

As he stood up he thanked p5. Then ran. P5 had then received a message, it read "Get to the meeting point." With that p5 walked out and unleashed a new ability. He changed. He was a suit of metal, out of his back a set of wings sprouted and he launched up into the sky.

He has more power. An unstoppable force?

 

[W3H5]

Do you all like it?

From one write to another (aspiring) writer I'd say it's a good attempt.

To much description can sometimes kill the plot, the book I'm writing now is many told through dialogue which keeps descriptive to the minimum in favour of building the story through conversation.

Keep it up. My advise if you want to become a credible writer is to read as many books as possible so you can see how many style of writing there are to borrow from. Bram Stoker's Dracula is a very good start.

 

[obsessive rules]

•the threat\\\

"This is incredible. All of this new power with no consequences." p5 said. He had hit 500mph in the grey skies. He then picked up something on his radar, a plane. "Unknown object, you have entered raf airspace. Turn round or be shot down!" the pilot broadcasted a warning. The plane was draped in raf colours, the pilot flicked a switch and suddenly 3 missiles fired at one, each aimed for p5. P5 swerved and cut his power cells, he swooped down and he launched an emp. The plane was going down, fast. "This is Delta 56, MAYDAY! MAYDAY!" shouted the pilot. There was no response. Communications where shut off as gravity pulled the plane into the earth. The pilot ejected, his plane just went down as he soared to the ground on his parachute. P5 just continued on his flight.

Later he landed, his metal suit morphed back into flesh. He was again.... Human. There was a black range rover Evouge parked in front of a shipping container with a truck behind it, the trailers sides slid open revealing a couple of metal suits, each with eyes that lit red. One stepped forward and spoke. "You are an enemy, you shall be stopped."

Each stepped out in perfect unity. The stomp of the metal hitting the concrete was echoed by the unison. The vehicles sped off into the distance. "How cute..." p5 said. His arms slid out into metal chains and electricity flowed through the metal and he spun. Hitting every one of the robot. 20 robots all hit the ground. There was electricity flowing through each one. P5 activated his jettison suit. He quickly made his escape. Suddenly 20 objects appeared on his radar, "Hmp, these seem to die hard. I'll kill them ALL!" with that p5 swooped over the Tyne bridge 3 hit it and crashed into the river, 17 left. He landed on an aircraft carrier 3 miles off the coast. 17 robots did as well, the crew stood in horror. They called for a helicopter to support them. The helicopter was marked [N.A.D.A] and the gunner started firing, it hit 7 robots and p5, p5 took the hit. "Aha." p5 realised the helicopter would just shoot anything marked as a target so he morphed back into flesh. He ran over to the man. "HELP! It just... Took me... Oh my god!" he said. The crew member deselected him as a target and let the chopper go mad.

After the robots were eliminated p5 walked on to the deck, looked to the shore and morphed into his jet mode. The carriers guns fired at him with not one shot hitting him. He made it.

He had faced a new army. Who sent them?

Sorry for the long wait. I had writers block for ages. Opinions please.