Story Notes:
a somewhat oddshot story of mine, I think you will recognise the premise for it later on, I also have something special planned for this, but I will only do it, If I get 100 reads in this chapter.
Here comes the Narrator!
Landshark part 2
Narrator (me):
It seems that things have taken a turn. Cider's enemy turns out to be some kind of Damsel in distress, but it doesn't really matter because we know Cider will do the right thing!
Cider:
Don't get your hopes up!
Narrator:
What do you mean? we all know how this will end; you will end up with the girl, as usual, the good guy gets the chick!
Cider:
Says you! People, people; you have to learn that the world sucks! And nothing ever goes as planned!
Narrator:
Is that why you shot poor Jasmine?
Cider:
I didn't kill her, did I?
Narrator:
You didn't kill her, but you might as well have, the poor girl's heartbroken!
Cider:
Well, that's not my problem! She is the one who got herself into this mess in the first place.
Narrator:
Sometimes I wonder; why I made you so heartless in the first place?
Cider:
Because you're a sick bastard who get enjoyment out of writing about people getting hurt!
Narrator:
That's not true! I write because I can! If you have a problem, then its not my fault
Cider:
It is soooooo your problem! You made me, that means that you must show me the right way to do things, not scold me for doing them!
Narrator:
That's what you think. It may be my writing, but this is your story! that means that everything that happens, is strictly your own doing. I only toss situations at you, you deal with them!
Cider:
GEE THANKS A LOT! ASSHOLE! I thought you where supposed to help me out!
Narrator:
I can help you, but what I can do is limited compared to what you yourself can do!
Cider:
Then what good are you?
Narrator:
DON'T DISS ME BOY! I am your creator, I can do whatever I want! And what I want is for you to follow the story!
Cider:
FUCK YOU! I am my own man, I'll do whatever the FUCK I feel like doing!
Cider begins to stroll out of the page
Narrator:
HEY, WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING, GET BACK HERE YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!
Cider:
Hehehe, since am a son of a bitch, does that make you the bitch?
Narrator:
&%#$@!(()*^$*(@!(*@!*#(&%$*&*@(&@!#*(&$_!)@*#()_*#@%()
Cider:
Sorry, I can't understand imbecile
Narrator:
.............sometimes I wonder why I write about LITTLE FUCKHEAD RETARDS LIKE YOU!!
Cider:
Because you love us!
Narrator:
............................................................................YOU'RE ON YOUR OWN! I'm going to sleep wake me up in about NEVER!!
Cider:
HEY WHERE ARE YOU GOING?
Narrator:
I'm going for a nap, Get used to IT!
Cider:
But then, who's gonna introduce all this fine readers to the chapter?
Narrator:
I thought you said you where your own man, go ahead and prove to me that you can handle your own story.
Cider:
FINE! Huh... welcome....huh, well, as you already know, I am trapped in a cave, I have no way out, and I am currently trying to find my way out... WHAT? YOU DON'T KNOW? WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU PEOPLE BEING DOING ALL THIS TIME? CHOCKING YOUR DAMN CHICKENS? YOU PEOPLE ARE SO DAMN.... YOU KNOW WHAT! I THINK I'M GOING TO SHOOT ALL OF YOU HERE ON THE SPOT, YOU PEOPLE MAKE ME SICK TO MY DA-BLABLABLABLA
Narrator:
He'll go on for hours, just ignore him. You know what, just go into the story will ya, please? Pretty please? I BEG YOU, JUST GO ON!!
Cider:
WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING I HAVEN'T FINISHED WITH YOU PEOPLE, GET YOUR ASSES BACK HERE SO I CAN GIVE YOU SOME 'LEASONS' HEY! GET FUCK BACK HERE! COME BACK HERE YOU LITTLE FU-
we better move on.
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Cider continued to walk down the dark cave, his fiery discussion with the narrator still vividly running trough his mind
Cider:
Just who the hell does that guy think he is? Why I otha give him a good serving of woopass, with extra kick his ass on the side!
Apparently, Cider still has not gotten over it. better leave him alone for now.
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A few miles back, Jasmine was barely waking up from her rather violent nap. She looked around and realized that she had nothing on, her mind raced at the events that had taken place just a few hours ago, and she slightly blushed.
Jasmine:
Was I really that desperate for help? Where is Cider anyway?
She looked around and spotted the poncho and the flare on the floor
Jasmine:
That son of a bitch!
Suddenly, a voice filled all of Jasmine's head
Narrator:
Please, don't say that
Jasmine:
AHHHHH!! WHO SAID THAT!!
Narrator:
Sorry! Didn't mean to startle you!
Jasmine:
God? GOD IS THAT YOU? WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN ALL THIS TIME!?
Narrator:
First off, god's name is Arceus, second, I am not Arceus or god! So calm down!
Jasmine:
Well then, if you're not god, then who the hell are you?
Narrator:
I am just the narrator, but you can call me by the penname I gave myself, Cipher
Jasmine:
Cipher... that name sounds familiar
Narrator(Cipher):
Well, yeah, I took a name that might be associated with evil in this world. Anyway, I am not here to do anything but to let you know that you better move on, otherwise, you're going to be left behind
Jasmine:
What! Cider is actually gonna leave me here! HE WOULDN'T DARE!
Cipher:
He would, I should know, I made him.
Jasmine:
SO THEN! You are GOD!
Cipher:
NO, NO, NO, NO!!! I am not A GOD!
Jasmine:
Then how could you have made him?
Cipher:
I imagined him, I imagined all of you, but I did not make you! I only imagined you
Jasmine:
But that makes you our god, doesn't it
Cipher:
I already told you! I am NO GOD!
Jasmine:
Then how are you able to talk to me without being here?
Cipher:
.....I don't know, I've written other things, but this is the first story that actually talked back.
Jasmine:
But if that's true, then what does that mean?
Cipher:
It means that you guys are somehow alive, but how, I don't know
Jasmine:
But if that's true, does that mean that you are imagined as well?
Cipher:
How the hell should I know!? For all I know, I might only be a brain in a vat!
Jasmine:
So if you're not god, can you at least tell me where I can find him?
Cipher:
I ALREADY TOLD YOU! GOD'S NAME IS ARCEUS!! And he is currently sleep.
Jasmine:
What do you mean sleep? If you imagined this universe, why don't you wake him up?
Cipher:
BECAUSE.... I don't know how...
Jasmine:
What do you mean you don't know how?
Cipher:
It's a long story...
Jasmine got the poncho from the ground and put it on, it was colder in this cave than she thought. She grabbed the flare but did not lit it up
Cipher:
Don't you need that to see?
Jasmine:
You forget, my kind dig through the ground, we have very developed senses of hearing and feel, not only that, but we also have pretty good night vision, so I don't really need the flare to see
Cipher:
Too bad Cider didn't know that, poor bastard's gonna run out of light soon
Jasmine:
So tell me, if all of this is a product of you twisted little mind, how is it that you can speak to us?
Cipher:
I'm not to sure of it myself, but I do know one thing for sure; strange things can happen when you write too much.
Jasmine continued to walk down the dark cave, she could feel some movement up ahead, it was faint, which meant that whatever or whoever it was, was still ways away
Jasmine:
So tell me, what's this story about?
Cipher:
If I told you, it would suck out the fun out, wouldn't it?
Jasmine:
Damn, you're no fun!
Jasmine kept walking down the dark cave, getting closer the source of the movement.
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Meanwhile, Cider was cursing his luck. The last of his flares had just run out, that meant that he had no way of seeing ahead of him. He was stuck in pitch darkness
Cider:
Damn, and I wanted to do this without the room's help, oh well, better live in shame than die in darkness.
Cider snapped his fingers, and a blue portal appeared in front of him, it was like a gaping hole in the fabric of reality. He placed on foot inside the new portal, it was stepping from one room to another. In a matter of seconds, Cider found himself in a completely new place, well lit, it was a metallic room packed to the brim with weapons and tools of war. There were boxes full of ammunition, weapons neatly placed on racks in the walls. Missiles, guns, computers, everything you would expect from an armory. Right on the entrance to the weapon's room where several crates all packed with ammunition for his Jackhammer. Every single type you could imagine was in those boxes; full metal jacket, hollow point, 12 gauge, extra buckshot, armorpiarcers, incendiary, pulse, sabot, holy water, poison, ice, tranquilizers, spread shot (more powerful version of buckshot and 12 gauge) tracker, heatseaking, dragonslayer, depleted uranium, active uranium, etc. all his weapons had such ammunition ready to use, Cider had taken no expense in his weapon's care. He placed his jackhammer nicely in its rack, and began to look trough several piles of items, trying to find his night vision glasses. Instead, he found the all in one glasses. Not only did they come with night vision, but they also came with thermal imaging, tracker imaging, and direct link to his computers, X-rays, and motion sensors. Once he had what he needed, he took his jackhammer from its rack, and strapped it on his back, and then he looked at all his other weapons
Cider:
Hummmmm, what else to take... aha! I know!
He pushed a button and one of Cider's price jewels came to him in a nice package, he opened it and smiled
Cider:
Hehehe, the good old hyperbow!
He held into the air a rather simple looking weapon; it was shaped like a tube, except that the tube was split right around the middle, in the back it had what looked like a handle and a connection to some kind of battery. He took out another component of the weapon, it was a stock, but this one seemed to be designed to go around the user's arm. He placed it nearly at the bottom of the weapon. He took yet another component from the box, it was a magazine full of... metal rods. The same type used in construction. He placed it underneath the weapon. Once all of these materials had been place on the gun, Cider simply flicked the weapon and the weapon came to life. The seemingly harmless tube snapped open right around the middle, it slip into two separate parts that lit up like a Christmas tree. The weapon then released two arms on the side, they too began to glow with electricity. Two rails shot forward, their ends reaching just a little over the gun's muzzle, and they to began to glow with intense electricity. one of the metal rods was sucked upwards from the magazine, and in began to spin at high speeds in place, as it did, it began to glow red, then white hot. more Electricity began to charge trough the guns two rails; a scope was then attached to the gun's upper part, right around the stock. Cider simply smiled, his weapon did in fact look like a bow, a very dangerous looking bow.
Cider:
You never fail me hyperbow! It's time you show me why.
Suddenly, a voice emanated from everywhere
Cipher:
There you are! What the hell is this place?
Cider turned around to face the empty air, he simply growled in anger
Cider:
Haven't you ever heard of knocking?
Cipher:
Knocking! What knocking! I have no hands!
Cider:
That's not really my fault.
Cipher:
Grrrrr. Anyway, what in the hell's name is that? It looks...dangerous!
Cider held the bow up, an evil smile stretched on his face
Cider:
It should, it's a modified rail gun, one of my crown jewels!
Cipher:
Rail gun huh? Where I come from, those things are still in development.
Cider:
Like I said before, not really my problem.
Cipher:
You're really rude you know?
Cider shook his head
Cider:
I don't really care. Anyway, what brings you here?
Cipher:
I need to know how my characters are doing
Suddenly, Cider exploded into a manic laughter
Cider:
YOU"RE CHARACTERS? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Don't make me laugh! I don't answer to anybody! Not you, not Arceus, not ANYONE!
Cider shook his fist into the air
Cipher:
I'm not asking you to worship me you nimrod! I'm only checking in!
Cider continued his manic laughter
Cider:
HAHAHAHA! Don't waste your time! I'll be long gone by the end of this 'chapter'
Cider closed the railgun and started to walk out of the weapon's room. Cipher was searing mad at this guy, so he decided to try something new, since he was the one writing this... maybe...
Cider was already exiting the room when he suddenly tripped over a rock that had not been there when Cider had walked into his weapons cache. He fell face first into the ground, and as by instinct, rolled over and emptied several shots from his jackhammer into the spot.
Cipher:
O_o it works!
Cider got up quickly, inspecting what kind of damage he had done, when he spotted nothing, he turned his attention to the air
Cider:
What works?
Cipher:
I may be unable to change your actions, but I can still affect the environment around you, which means...
Suddenly, the whole cave was lit with torches that just appeared out of nowhere, Cider simply looked shocked at the sudden burst of light
Cipher:
You're gona need my help more that you think!
Cider:
Stow it. So you can change the environment a little, big whoop! Its not like you can actually change the outcome of this story like that! Your part is absolutely POINTLESS!
Cipher:
I can still do things YOU can't! And I believe you will need me sooner or later. I'll be watching you closely....
And like that, Cipher left. Cider could no longer feel his presence, which meant that he was back to being the only intelligent being in this cave. He laughed
Cider:
Hehehe, he might come in handy later on, but for now, he's just annoying, though he reminds me of a certain someone...
Cider tossed his now useless glasses back into the room before the portal closed. He began to walk down the newly lit corridor, as he did, his head lost in a memory of his past.
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Cider:
Come on! Hurry up already! You're going to miss Dad's arrival!
???:
Wait up Cider!
It was nighttime, and Cider was running towards his returning dad, who had been victorious once again in his mission, and this time, he had brought proof. He was driving a giant truck; in the back was a full stash of treasure! Gold, sliver, diamonds, fuel cells, power crystals, bills, weapons, you name it, and it was there. Cider at the time was only ten years old, and he was so proud of his father, he was the most renowned mercenary in this dessert, he even had a title to support it, for being not only a great taker, but also an even greater giver, he was called 'the sand angel' everyone gathered around him, hoping to get a good look at him and his day's catch. Cider would have been the first there, had it not been for Flammie
Cider:
Come on Flammie! Hurry up! Or where going to miss everything!
Flammie:
Sorry, I'm still having trouble flying!
Cider:
Flying? You LEVITATE! You don't need to fly!
Flammie:
Says you!
Flammie was a rare being, the last of a dying kind. Flammie was a latias, and a shiny for that matter, which made her the rarer. Flammie and her mother both lived in this small part of the desert, this colony being the only sing of life for hundreds of miles. The colony was rooted into a natural cave system that provided not only protection from the elements, but also provided a plentiful bounty of water, yet another rare commodity in the dessert. Cider was beginning to get impatient
Cider:
Well! If you can't fly, then WALK!
Flammie:
OK! OK!
Flammie transformed into her other form, taking the form of a small ten-year-old girl, her entire body covered in rags, the same type used by desert nomads. Cider had tried to get her to change her look, but he guessed that was just what she was capable of at this age, she had been trough a lot in her life, she and her mother had been lucky to find shelter with Cider and his father. After all, his father was the chief of this outpost, and a very powerful member of the Landsharks.
Cider:
How I wish things could have stayed like that...
Cipher:
AHA! So you do have a soul!
Cider turned around to face nothing but empty air, he growled at his inability to shoot this guy in the face a few times
Cider:
I thought you said you where gone
Cipher:
I never left. I've been known to do that.
Cider:
Whatever. Just how much did you read?
Cipher:
Everything; who is this Flammie?
Cider kept quiet for a few seconds, after which he replied in a cold tone
Cider:
She's nobody
Cipher:
Now, now, I can tell she is very important to you, specially considering the way you described her, so why don't you just get it off your chest?
Cider growled, but eventually, he gave up
Cider:
She was a friend, a very close friend, but it was cut short by fate. That's all you need to know
Cipher:
Common! There's more to the story! Just let it out! What happen before you met?
Cider simply looked annoyed at the fact that he was speaking to someone he could not even see, but he decided the it was best to let him know now, maybe then he would back off
Cider:
Before my father and I took her in, Flammie and her mother had been a nomads, wondering the desert. After pirates wiped out their caravans, both of them where spared from death, but at the same time, both of them got lost in the desert. They probably wondered for days waiting for death, until Landsharks found them. At first they where taken in and turned into slaves. But then; my father came into the picture. He "purchased" them under his and my name, hence, Flammie was my property, and her mother was my father's property. At lest, to the rest of the Landsharks, that how it went down. But in reality, we set them free as soon as we brought them to our outpost. Hehehe, you have no Idea how grateful they where, my father never really told me what he and Flammie's mother did together, but I have a pretty good idea; would have probably done the same with Flammie, had both of us been older.
Cipher:
O_O
Cider laughed
Cider:
HAHAHAHA! I can tell you're shocked!
Cipher:
Well, yeah, kind off. So they where slaves, but you guys set them free?
Cider:
What am I? A record? YES
Cipher:
And then what happened?
Cider:
Well, they lived among us in peace for two years...until that night...
Cipher:
Night? what night?
Cider:
.... I already told you what you wanted to know, so back off!
Cipher:
You know, you seem to be the opposite of you dad, at lest from the way you describe him
Cider:
He was a nice man; too nice... That was his greatest weakness; it's because of that...
Cider kept quiet, making cipher the more anxious to her the reply
Cipher:
...Yes?
Cider:
That he was killed....
Cipher was the one to keep quiet now. He could feel as though Cider might explode any minute, the hatred he carried in him was unrivaled, this guy could go postal any moment now, and Cipher, even though he could not kill him, still did not want that at all.
Cipher:
...I'm sorry to hear that
Cider:
......well; don't be!
Cipher:
Huh?
Cider:
He got what he earned
Cipher:
Don't say that, I'm sure....
Cipher fell quiet; he did not want to make things worser than they already where.
Cider:
.........Just go
Without any more words of objection, Cipher once again left the area, not wanting any trouble. Cider simply clutched his gun in anger
Cider:
.............................................Yes; he got what he earned............
To be continued...Chapter End Notes:told you there was something or someone messing him up
Narrator (me):
It seems that things have taken a turn. Cider's enemy turns out to be some kind of Damsel in distress, but it doesn't really matter because we know Cider will do the right thing!
Cider:
Don't get your hopes up!
Narrator:
What do you mean? we all know how this will end; you will end up with the girl, as usual, the good guy gets the chick!
Cider:
Says you! People, people; you have to learn that the world sucks! And nothing ever goes as planned!
Narrator:
Is that why you shot poor Jasmine?
Cider:
I didn't kill her, did I?
Narrator:
You didn't kill her, but you might as well have, the poor girl's heartbroken!
Cider:
Well, that's not my problem! She is the one who got herself into this mess in the first place.
Narrator:
Sometimes I wonder; why I made you so heartless in the first place?
Cider:
Because you're a sick bastard who get enjoyment out of writing about people getting hurt!
Narrator:
That's not true! I write because I can! If you have a problem, then its not my fault
Cider:
It is soooooo your problem! You made me, that means that you must show me the right way to do things, not scold me for doing them!
Narrator:
That's what you think. It may be my writing, but this is your story! that means that everything that happens, is strictly your own doing. I only toss situations at you, you deal with them!
Cider:
GEE THANKS A LOT! ASSHOLE! I thought you where supposed to help me out!
Narrator:
I can help you, but what I can do is limited compared to what you yourself can do!
Cider:
Then what good are you?
Narrator:
DON'T DISS ME BOY! I am your creator, I can do whatever I want! And what I want is for you to follow the story!
Cider:
FUCK YOU! I am my own man, I'll do whatever the FUCK I feel like doing!
Cider begins to stroll out of the page
Narrator:
HEY, WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING, GET BACK HERE YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!
Cider:
Hehehe, since am a son of a bitch, does that make you the bitch?
Narrator:
&%#$@!(()*^$*(@!(*@!*#(&%$*&*@(&@!#*(&$_!)@*#()_*#@%()
Cider:
Sorry, I can't understand imbecile
Narrator:
.............sometimes I wonder why I write about LITTLE FUCKHEAD RETARDS LIKE YOU!!
Cider:
Because you love us!
Narrator:
............................................................................YOU'RE ON YOUR OWN! I'm going to sleep wake me up in about NEVER!!
Cider:
HEY WHERE ARE YOU GOING?
Narrator:
I'm going for a nap, Get used to IT!
Cider:
But then, who's gonna introduce all this fine readers to the chapter?
Narrator:
I thought you said you where your own man, go ahead and prove to me that you can handle your own story.
Cider:
FINE! Huh... welcome....huh, well, as you already know, I am trapped in a cave, I have no way out, and I am currently trying to find my way out... WHAT? YOU DON'T KNOW? WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU PEOPLE BEING DOING ALL THIS TIME? CHOCKING YOUR DAMN CHICKENS? YOU PEOPLE ARE SO DAMN.... YOU KNOW WHAT! I THINK I'M GOING TO SHOOT ALL OF YOU HERE ON THE SPOT, YOU PEOPLE MAKE ME SICK TO MY DA-BLABLABLABLA
Narrator:
He'll go on for hours, just ignore him. You know what, just go into the story will ya, please? Pretty please? I BEG YOU, JUST GO ON!!
Cider:
WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING I HAVEN'T FINISHED WITH YOU PEOPLE, GET YOUR ASSES BACK HERE SO I CAN GIVE YOU SOME 'LEASONS' HEY! GET FUCK BACK HERE! COME BACK HERE YOU LITTLE FU-
we better move on.
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Cider continued to walk down the dark cave, his fiery discussion with the narrator still vividly running trough his mind
Cider:
Just who the hell does that guy think he is? Why I otha give him a good serving of woopass, with extra kick his ass on the side!
Apparently, Cider still has not gotten over it. better leave him alone for now.
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A few miles back, Jasmine was barely waking up from her rather violent nap. She looked around and realized that she had nothing on, her mind raced at the events that had taken place just a few hours ago, and she slightly blushed.
Jasmine:
Was I really that desperate for help? Where is Cider anyway?
She looked around and spotted the poncho and the flare on the floor
Jasmine:
That son of a bitch!
Suddenly, a voice filled all of Jasmine's head
Narrator:
Please, don't say that
Jasmine:
AHHHHH!! WHO SAID THAT!!
Narrator:
Sorry! Didn't mean to startle you!
Jasmine:
God? GOD IS THAT YOU? WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN ALL THIS TIME!?
Narrator:
First off, god's name is Arceus, second, I am not Arceus or god! So calm down!
Jasmine:
Well then, if you're not god, then who the hell are you?
Narrator:
I am just the narrator, but you can call me by the penname I gave myself, Cipher
Jasmine:
Cipher... that name sounds familiar
Narrator(Cipher):
Well, yeah, I took a name that might be associated with evil in this world. Anyway, I am not here to do anything but to let you know that you better move on, otherwise, you're going to be left behind
Jasmine:
What! Cider is actually gonna leave me here! HE WOULDN'T DARE!
Cipher:
He would, I should know, I made him.
Jasmine:
SO THEN! You are GOD!
Cipher:
NO, NO, NO, NO!!! I am not A GOD!
Jasmine:
Then how could you have made him?
Cipher:
I imagined him, I imagined all of you, but I did not make you! I only imagined you
Jasmine:
But that makes you our god, doesn't it
Cipher:
I already told you! I am NO GOD!
Jasmine:
Then how are you able to talk to me without being here?
Cipher:
.....I don't know, I've written other things, but this is the first story that actually talked back.
Jasmine:
But if that's true, then what does that mean?
Cipher:
It means that you guys are somehow alive, but how, I don't know
Jasmine:
But if that's true, does that mean that you are imagined as well?
Cipher:
How the hell should I know!? For all I know, I might only be a brain in a vat!
Jasmine:
So if you're not god, can you at least tell me where I can find him?
Cipher:
I ALREADY TOLD YOU! GOD'S NAME IS ARCEUS!! And he is currently sleep.
Jasmine:
What do you mean sleep? If you imagined this universe, why don't you wake him up?
Cipher:
BECAUSE.... I don't know how...
Jasmine:
What do you mean you don't know how?
Cipher:
It's a long story...
Jasmine got the poncho from the ground and put it on, it was colder in this cave than she thought. She grabbed the flare but did not lit it up
Cipher:
Don't you need that to see?
Jasmine:
You forget, my kind dig through the ground, we have very developed senses of hearing and feel, not only that, but we also have pretty good night vision, so I don't really need the flare to see
Cipher:
Too bad Cider didn't know that, poor bastard's gonna run out of light soon
Jasmine:
So tell me, if all of this is a product of you twisted little mind, how is it that you can speak to us?
Cipher:
I'm not to sure of it myself, but I do know one thing for sure; strange things can happen when you write too much.
Jasmine continued to walk down the dark cave, she could feel some movement up ahead, it was faint, which meant that whatever or whoever it was, was still ways away
Jasmine:
So tell me, what's this story about?
Cipher:
If I told you, it would suck out the fun out, wouldn't it?
Jasmine:
Damn, you're no fun!
Jasmine kept walking down the dark cave, getting closer the source of the movement.
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Meanwhile, Cider was cursing his luck. The last of his flares had just run out, that meant that he had no way of seeing ahead of him. He was stuck in pitch darkness
Cider:
Damn, and I wanted to do this without the room's help, oh well, better live in shame than die in darkness.
Cider snapped his fingers, and a blue portal appeared in front of him, it was like a gaping hole in the fabric of reality. He placed on foot inside the new portal, it was stepping from one room to another. In a matter of seconds, Cider found himself in a completely new place, well lit, it was a metallic room packed to the brim with weapons and tools of war. There were boxes full of ammunition, weapons neatly placed on racks in the walls. Missiles, guns, computers, everything you would expect from an armory. Right on the entrance to the weapon's room where several crates all packed with ammunition for his Jackhammer. Every single type you could imagine was in those boxes; full metal jacket, hollow point, 12 gauge, extra buckshot, armorpiarcers, incendiary, pulse, sabot, holy water, poison, ice, tranquilizers, spread shot (more powerful version of buckshot and 12 gauge) tracker, heatseaking, dragonslayer, depleted uranium, active uranium, etc. all his weapons had such ammunition ready to use, Cider had taken no expense in his weapon's care. He placed his jackhammer nicely in its rack, and began to look trough several piles of items, trying to find his night vision glasses. Instead, he found the all in one glasses. Not only did they come with night vision, but they also came with thermal imaging, tracker imaging, and direct link to his computers, X-rays, and motion sensors. Once he had what he needed, he took his jackhammer from its rack, and strapped it on his back, and then he looked at all his other weapons
Cider:
Hummmmm, what else to take... aha! I know!
He pushed a button and one of Cider's price jewels came to him in a nice package, he opened it and smiled
Cider:
Hehehe, the good old hyperbow!
He held into the air a rather simple looking weapon; it was shaped like a tube, except that the tube was split right around the middle, in the back it had what looked like a handle and a connection to some kind of battery. He took out another component of the weapon, it was a stock, but this one seemed to be designed to go around the user's arm. He placed it nearly at the bottom of the weapon. He took yet another component from the box, it was a magazine full of... metal rods. The same type used in construction. He placed it underneath the weapon. Once all of these materials had been place on the gun, Cider simply flicked the weapon and the weapon came to life. The seemingly harmless tube snapped open right around the middle, it slip into two separate parts that lit up like a Christmas tree. The weapon then released two arms on the side, they too began to glow with electricity. Two rails shot forward, their ends reaching just a little over the gun's muzzle, and they to began to glow with intense electricity. one of the metal rods was sucked upwards from the magazine, and in began to spin at high speeds in place, as it did, it began to glow red, then white hot. more Electricity began to charge trough the guns two rails; a scope was then attached to the gun's upper part, right around the stock. Cider simply smiled, his weapon did in fact look like a bow, a very dangerous looking bow.
Cider:
You never fail me hyperbow! It's time you show me why.
Suddenly, a voice emanated from everywhere
Cipher:
There you are! What the hell is this place?
Cider turned around to face the empty air, he simply growled in anger
Cider:
Haven't you ever heard of knocking?
Cipher:
Knocking! What knocking! I have no hands!
Cider:
That's not really my fault.
Cipher:
Grrrrr. Anyway, what in the hell's name is that? It looks...dangerous!
Cider held the bow up, an evil smile stretched on his face
Cider:
It should, it's a modified rail gun, one of my crown jewels!
Cipher:
Rail gun huh? Where I come from, those things are still in development.
Cider:
Like I said before, not really my problem.
Cipher:
You're really rude you know?
Cider shook his head
Cider:
I don't really care. Anyway, what brings you here?
Cipher:
I need to know how my characters are doing
Suddenly, Cider exploded into a manic laughter
Cider:
YOU"RE CHARACTERS? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Don't make me laugh! I don't answer to anybody! Not you, not Arceus, not ANYONE!
Cider shook his fist into the air
Cipher:
I'm not asking you to worship me you nimrod! I'm only checking in!
Cider continued his manic laughter
Cider:
HAHAHAHA! Don't waste your time! I'll be long gone by the end of this 'chapter'
Cider closed the railgun and started to walk out of the weapon's room. Cipher was searing mad at this guy, so he decided to try something new, since he was the one writing this... maybe...
Cider was already exiting the room when he suddenly tripped over a rock that had not been there when Cider had walked into his weapons cache. He fell face first into the ground, and as by instinct, rolled over and emptied several shots from his jackhammer into the spot.
Cipher:
O_o it works!
Cider got up quickly, inspecting what kind of damage he had done, when he spotted nothing, he turned his attention to the air
Cider:
What works?
Cipher:
I may be unable to change your actions, but I can still affect the environment around you, which means...
Suddenly, the whole cave was lit with torches that just appeared out of nowhere, Cider simply looked shocked at the sudden burst of light
Cipher:
You're gona need my help more that you think!
Cider:
Stow it. So you can change the environment a little, big whoop! Its not like you can actually change the outcome of this story like that! Your part is absolutely POINTLESS!
Cipher:
I can still do things YOU can't! And I believe you will need me sooner or later. I'll be watching you closely....
And like that, Cipher left. Cider could no longer feel his presence, which meant that he was back to being the only intelligent being in this cave. He laughed
Cider:
Hehehe, he might come in handy later on, but for now, he's just annoying, though he reminds me of a certain someone...
Cider tossed his now useless glasses back into the room before the portal closed. He began to walk down the newly lit corridor, as he did, his head lost in a memory of his past.
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Cider:
Come on! Hurry up already! You're going to miss Dad's arrival!
???:
Wait up Cider!
It was nighttime, and Cider was running towards his returning dad, who had been victorious once again in his mission, and this time, he had brought proof. He was driving a giant truck; in the back was a full stash of treasure! Gold, sliver, diamonds, fuel cells, power crystals, bills, weapons, you name it, and it was there. Cider at the time was only ten years old, and he was so proud of his father, he was the most renowned mercenary in this dessert, he even had a title to support it, for being not only a great taker, but also an even greater giver, he was called 'the sand angel' everyone gathered around him, hoping to get a good look at him and his day's catch. Cider would have been the first there, had it not been for Flammie
Cider:
Come on Flammie! Hurry up! Or where going to miss everything!
Flammie:
Sorry, I'm still having trouble flying!
Cider:
Flying? You LEVITATE! You don't need to fly!
Flammie:
Says you!
Flammie was a rare being, the last of a dying kind. Flammie was a latias, and a shiny for that matter, which made her the rarer. Flammie and her mother both lived in this small part of the desert, this colony being the only sing of life for hundreds of miles. The colony was rooted into a natural cave system that provided not only protection from the elements, but also provided a plentiful bounty of water, yet another rare commodity in the dessert. Cider was beginning to get impatient
Cider:
Well! If you can't fly, then WALK!
Flammie:
OK! OK!
Flammie transformed into her other form, taking the form of a small ten-year-old girl, her entire body covered in rags, the same type used by desert nomads. Cider had tried to get her to change her look, but he guessed that was just what she was capable of at this age, she had been trough a lot in her life, she and her mother had been lucky to find shelter with Cider and his father. After all, his father was the chief of this outpost, and a very powerful member of the Landsharks.
Cider:
How I wish things could have stayed like that...
Cipher:
AHA! So you do have a soul!
Cider turned around to face nothing but empty air, he growled at his inability to shoot this guy in the face a few times
Cider:
I thought you said you where gone
Cipher:
I never left. I've been known to do that.
Cider:
Whatever. Just how much did you read?
Cipher:
Everything; who is this Flammie?
Cider kept quiet for a few seconds, after which he replied in a cold tone
Cider:
She's nobody
Cipher:
Now, now, I can tell she is very important to you, specially considering the way you described her, so why don't you just get it off your chest?
Cider growled, but eventually, he gave up
Cider:
She was a friend, a very close friend, but it was cut short by fate. That's all you need to know
Cipher:
Common! There's more to the story! Just let it out! What happen before you met?
Cider simply looked annoyed at the fact that he was speaking to someone he could not even see, but he decided the it was best to let him know now, maybe then he would back off
Cider:
Before my father and I took her in, Flammie and her mother had been a nomads, wondering the desert. After pirates wiped out their caravans, both of them where spared from death, but at the same time, both of them got lost in the desert. They probably wondered for days waiting for death, until Landsharks found them. At first they where taken in and turned into slaves. But then; my father came into the picture. He "purchased" them under his and my name, hence, Flammie was my property, and her mother was my father's property. At lest, to the rest of the Landsharks, that how it went down. But in reality, we set them free as soon as we brought them to our outpost. Hehehe, you have no Idea how grateful they where, my father never really told me what he and Flammie's mother did together, but I have a pretty good idea; would have probably done the same with Flammie, had both of us been older.
Cipher:
O_O
Cider laughed
Cider:
HAHAHAHA! I can tell you're shocked!
Cipher:
Well, yeah, kind off. So they where slaves, but you guys set them free?
Cider:
What am I? A record? YES
Cipher:
And then what happened?
Cider:
Well, they lived among us in peace for two years...until that night...
Cipher:
Night? what night?
Cider:
.... I already told you what you wanted to know, so back off!
Cipher:
You know, you seem to be the opposite of you dad, at lest from the way you describe him
Cider:
He was a nice man; too nice... That was his greatest weakness; it's because of that...
Cider kept quiet, making cipher the more anxious to her the reply
Cipher:
...Yes?
Cider:
That he was killed....
Cipher was the one to keep quiet now. He could feel as though Cider might explode any minute, the hatred he carried in him was unrivaled, this guy could go postal any moment now, and Cipher, even though he could not kill him, still did not want that at all.
Cipher:
...I'm sorry to hear that
Cider:
......well; don't be!
Cipher:
Huh?
Cider:
He got what he earned
Cipher:
Don't say that, I'm sure....
Cipher fell quiet; he did not want to make things worser than they already where.
Cider:
.........Just go
Without any more words of objection, Cipher once again left the area, not wanting any trouble. Cider simply clutched his gun in anger
Cider:
.............................................Yes; he got what he earned............
To be continued...Chapter End Notes:told you there was something or someone messing him up