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England, 2007
The light flickered off, sending a sheet of darkness upon the cobbled road he lay upon. The road was cold, sending chills through the body that was wrapped up tightly in the tattered blue blanket. Its face was hidden, along with the rests of it body, which seemed to be tucked away for some reason or another.
Suddenly a footstep echoed around the street, waking the body lying on the ground. A shady figure closed in on the blanket, hidden by darkness, his hand grabbed it by the stomach and pulled it in towards itself. It leant up, and looked around, hiding the body under what seemed to be a huge jacket.
Then, small splashes of water began to fall from the sky, hitting the top of the figures head like small darts. Without warning, the headlamp flickered back to life, frightening the figure as it was revealed. Its face was red, with the same features as a human’s. Its eyes were a deep black, matching the colour of his lips and the shade of its teeth. It frowned as it was shown up and scattered off into the night, not to be found for another 200 years.
American Border, 200 Years later…
Law tightened his helmet and gripped his AK -98, an assault rifle upgraded over the centuries to fit the new army requirements. Law was stuck with 5 other of his men in a small green cubicle, readying themselves for the battle about to commence. He had been fighting here in America for 3 and a half years, he had been moved from New York 2 years ago to the border. He was Unknown to where he exactly was, but at this moment of time, that wasn’t something which crossed his mind.
His bullets had killed hundreds of these bitches, tearing through their bones and flesh with was covered by dark red skin. It had started 5 years ago, a sudden attack of France causing in their unexpected invasion. Soon after, the whole of Europe followed, apart from the United Kingdom, Europe had become their territory.
6 Months later, Asia fell under the same problem, many villages and towns burnt down, and over 50 Million dead bodies lying in what at that time seemed to be hell. Unfortunately, this was yet to be the worst to become, as on the 15th August 2203, the beasts set their eyes on America. Law was British, but after the Dedication to War 40 years before, he was sent to America as part of their Army. Though Britain had yet to be taken over, it was in great danger.
The three men beside Law had become close to his heart. He had been assigned with them a year ago, and ever since the 4 of them had talked about a lot, their families back home, Close deaths and the fun things of life, even if most of them had been destroyed along with the rest of the world. That had stopped in the last week though, Laws mouth had only opened to drink and eat, apart from that, and it had been shut. The reason for this being that an attack was possible in the next week, and according to the higher ranks, it was most likely going to be the battle to decides America’s freedom or not.
Suddenly an explosion shook the cubicle, surprising all 4 men. Law jumped out, his gun ready by his side. His men followed, along with thousands more in front. Some looked identical to Law; others held large red swords instead of guns. Either way, they were all fighting for the same things; their life.
As the smoke cleared, revealing the sea, along with it, red beast charged from the grey waters. Law shouted, spit flying in all directions. His men nodded, running forward with their leader. The sand was soft, probably the softest thing left upon this world, but soon, it would be gone. The first bullets left their guns, missing, yet breaking the silence and beginning the battle. The beasts were naked humans, yet with red skin and huge fangs. In one hand a black scimitar and in the other a rounded red shield.
Before long, Law met his first challenger. He threw himself onto the ground like many off his ally soldiers and reloaded his gun. He pressed the trigger down, letting bullets fly out of his barrel into the creature’s stomach. After a few seconds, the beast was lying face down in the sand. Law didn’t take much time to check if the thing was dead, he was too busy covering his men as they ran deeper into the battlefield. Then the first loss came, as a sword slashed away at his men, killing 2 of them instantly. Emotions once again filled Laws body, sadness, fear, guilt and a few more including anger.
Law shook it off, and concentrated on the terror unfolding in front of him. He looked over to the sea, noticing the infinite amount of Creatures awaking from the sea. He reloaded once again and began to fire viciously, letting his aim go and wishing for a good result. At first it looked like he had gained it, many of the creatures going down thanks to him. But then, a sharp pain shot through his left shoulder. He looked over, gasping as he noticed a knife through his clothes and flesh.
Before he could react, another explosion commenced, knocking many of his soldiers into the sea and leaving them dead. He had dropped his weapon and was know using his unhurt arm to slit it under his spare shoulder. He did so quickly and ran into the smoke, carelessly pulling the trigger. He was knocked back though, as a beast charged him to the floor. He rolled backwards out of the smoke, only to be covered in it once again as a third explosion went off. This time it was neither a bomb nor one of the beast’s creations. It was a person.
As the smoke faded, the figure had become clearer. His skin, like the beasts Law had been fighting, was red. He was wearing black trousers and his eyes were a deep black. He sent chills through Law, and everything had seemed to have been silenced. In his hand, a small baby wrapped in tatted blankets was sleeping soundly. Law stumbled to his feet, blood dripping from his shoulder as the knife was forced deeper. Law grabbed it and yanked it out, screaming in pain as he did so.
He ran forward towards the huge creature and leapt up. He could have, at that time, shot the beast. But, instead, he dropped his gun and reached out his right hand, sweeping the baby from the beast’s arms. The baby fell, inches from the ground when a swordsman grabbed it.
‘Run!’ Law ordered ‘Run, I’ll catch up to you soon!’ The man nodded and struggled to get through the many soldiers running at him. Unfortunately, Law never caught up to the man. The beast had been too late to react to Laws baby ambition, but it wouldn’t let him get away with it. Its hand leapt out, huge claws shooting out from his fingers and cutting through Laws stomach, sending flesh into different directions. Law cried out in pain, hitting the what-had-seemed to be hard sand. His sight began to get fuzzy, the battlefield like a dodgy signalled television. Suddenly it went blank, sending one thought through Law’s mind.
‘It’s over!’ He thought. ‘We’ve lost’. The thought echoed through his mind and every other dieing human that day, each and every one of them…
Londona, The capital of Great Britian, 14 years later.
The Capital of Great Britain was packed, hundreds of townspeople gathered around the market, buying and selling what they pleased. Different languages filled the air, English, French, German, Chinese…and so on. Odin glanced around, watching the shopkeepers as they shouted for attention. His eyes glided from left to right, from the food market to the illegal Black market. He was so deep in thought that when a hand grasped his shoulder, it took him 10 seconds to react. He looked over his shoulder, a girl, the same age as Orin, 14 with long blonde haired tied up and smooth cheek stood behind him.
‘Orin, I’ve been looking for you everywhere’ the girl smiled, her lips bright red and soothing. ‘Found anything worth stealing?’ Orin grinned back, glad that his partner in crime, Kiz had found him. He nodded briefly and turned.
‘The Black Market is selling illegal Rubaz stamped weapons’ Orin replied.
‘The Rubaz Empire Stamped weapons got out?’ Kiz asked.
‘I know, it surprised me too, especially with the huge increase of Beast Guards’ Orin replied again, stepping forward, looking out for the red demon like creatures.
‘Best not complain this sort of chance doesn’t pop up everyday you know!’ Kiz said, hitting Orin on the shoulder. He looked at her beautiful, smooth rounded face and smiled. Her personality was amazing, making Orin smile whenever he was down. The 7 years these 2 had known each other, they had learnt a lot from each other.
‘Okay, but don’t mess up!’ He chuckled, hitting her back. He knew hitting a girl wasn’t polite, but Kiz was tough, tough enough to take punch.
‘Mess up, me, Look Orin there-‘Kiz stopped. She turned slowly, to see the red bony hand lay upon her shoulder. She looked up, surprised to see 3 huge beast guards looking down at her.
‘You, you have been charged with stealing property of Rubaz’ One said, its voice crackly and deep. A look of confusion filled Kizs face. Orin matched, wondering what she had stolen.
‘Stolen? I didn’t steal anything!’ Kiz complained, shrugging the hand from her shoulder. ‘You haven’t got any proof!’ The beast smirked, and looked across to its companions, the two others nodded.
‘Who needs proof?’ The beast replied, grabbing Kiz by the arm. She tried to shrug it off, but another hand forced her to stop. She looked around, desperate to escape.
‘HELP!’ She screamed. ‘I didn’t do anything!’ Orin would of believed her, but the look in her eyes, the look of fear proved him wrong.
‘Let go of her!’ He ordered a sense of demand in his voice, a tone he was not often for using. The beasts began to walk backwards, dragging Kiz with them. Orin revealed a blue sword from his sheath and charged forward. The three guards threw back Kiz to the ground and took the guns from their sides. They shot, three bullets aiming straight for Orin’s stomach. Orin drew back his sword, stopping two from hitting him. Unfortunately, the third ripped through his skin, letting blood loose from his body.
Orin dropped onto one knee, trying to hide the pain. He could hear Kiz shouting for him, begging for him to get up and help. He tried, but the wound stopped him from jumping back up.
‘Take him away!’ Ordered a deep voice followed by footsteps growing louder and louder. Kiz’s voice faded away as hands dragged him away from her.
When the RPG Begins, your Intro must end in a prison cell with Orin. To begin, you could write what law they are breaking to get imprisoned and there fight to avoid imprisonment. Try and write abou your abilities. Also, I'll be needing some American's, British and others that want to fight for thier countries freedom, as that would become very useful in the plot. PM if you have an Idea, post if you note a mistake etc.
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