[Spitfire9]

Hi, everyone! I've made an If story. (With me as protagonist, of course) about how one member (Spitfire9) managed to overcome the darkness of the Forums (with a little help from his friends, of course!)

Chapter 1: A Lone Rebel

Wind howled through the city of InheritanceForums.
The city was shattered, parts of it were burned, and others were still in flame. A boy named Spitfire9 stood through the streets, his lightsaber at his belt. The great Battle Arena was shown etched onto the sky, the great colosseum filled with spectators, at the great afternoon battle.
Three months, thought Spitfire bitterly, it was only three months ago that I joined here. And in that time, Corsair and Bosco were able to band a group of followers, assasinate Aaron and his armada of mods, and layed waste to the forums! Too bad it's only me and me thirty or so buddies whom dare to oppose the mighty Corsair.
Spitfire had black, messy hair that fell beneath his collar, very dark skin, and slanted black eyebrows. His eyes were brownish-black, and reflected a feirce look from behind them. He was 5 feet, 4 inches, slightly tall for twelve, and his lightsaber (which he alwys carried around him) was tucked tighly at his belt.
His eyes widened as he heard clanging footsteps echohing through the alleyway. With haste, he shuffled against a wall. After a few seconds, he finally dared peek back.
He almost gasped in horror.
Two men compeletely clad in armor plating were holding holding a boy - who looked about thirteen years old - by the shirt, and pinning him against the wall.
"I've already said, I won't tell you anything!" croacked the boy desperetely, but the armored man just held him tighter.
"Then, I'll ask you again," said one of the men menacingly, "where is Spitfire9 hiding? I know that you're part of his pathetic rebellion, and if you tell us, Corsair will be sure to spare your life!"
Croatia! They've got Croatia! Corsair and Bosco won't rest until all of my friends are dead! thought Spifire desperetely.
One of the men punched Croatia with an iron fist. Croatia simply stared at the man. "I . . . told . . . you," said Croatia through clenched teeth, "I will not betray the resistance!"
A smile creeped onto the mans lips. "We are the members. We live to serve! If you will not tell us where Spitfire9 is, then I'm afraid I'll have to bring you to Lord Bosco, and HE might be interested enough to bring you to Corsair himself." said the man menacingly.
Then, a burning sensation formed in Spitfire's stomauch. Not only was one of his comrades about to die, but Corsair would get crucial information about the rebellion. He was not about to let that happen.
"NEVER!" screamed Spitfire as he threw himself off of the ledge, and drew his lighted lightsaber.
One of the men screamed as Spitfire thrust his lightsaber through his heart. Spitfire then whirled aroundd, and faced the other man. His lightsaber was blocked in the air by the man's sword. So Corsair had created unbreakable weapons! This did not deter Spitfire's fury as he finally was able to sever the man's head.
He then drew his lightsaber back in his pocket, and turned to face Croatia Rider, who was getting himself up.
"About time, Spitfire!" he said grumpily as brushed his hair out of his face.
Sitfire ignored him but just looked at the two killed men. "Croatia, I need to know, were you able to deliver the package to Evil Interceptor? Or, if not, Murtagh_Fan21? it is crucial that one of those two people get teh package." he said.
"Don't worry, man, I was able to hand it over to Evil Interceptor before Corsair's men arrived. FieryyDragon saw this, and he alerted Murtagh Fan 21 as soon as he could. I suppose that's how you were able to find me?" said Croatia Rider.
Spitfire gave out a reluctant laugh.

[*emerald dream*]

Cool!

[Elven King]

Wait, You're the lone rebel, except for, you know, your thirty loyal friends?


interesting.

[FrogzRule]

^It is times like that, EK, where small posts are a lot more effective.

It's looking good, Spitfire.

This post has been edited by FrogzRule: 02 December 2006 - 09:46 AM

[Croatia Rider]

Ow! It hurts if you get punched with an iron fist, you know. Thanks a lot, Shashank

Anyway, Yay! I'm in Shashank's story! It looks really good. Contine it soon.

[Morvich]

I better be apart of one of these Darknesses in the Forum

[Croatia Rider]

You probably will be

Shashank, you should try to put in everyone who posts, just as a small part or something.

[Morvich]

lol I dare you to fit in that Yoli quote I keep seeing in peoples sigs

I forget how it goes but makes me laugh everytime I read it lol

[Croatia Rider]

Sadistically Horrid Whatchemacallem Pokey?

or the one Aaron has in his sig?

[Skulblaka Shur'tugal Yodec]

Skulblaka Shur'tugal Yodec will rise...to the supposed fall...and stuff

[Duke of Magenta]

Ummm, yeah... When you press enter, press it twice, makes it more neat and understandable.



Meh, lightsabers in IF? I say nay.

This post has been edited by du vollar skulblaka: 02 December 2006 - 11:24 AM

[Morvich]

this Yoli quote heheh


Yoli: "YOU SHALL SUFFER THE WRATH OF MY ADMIN CLUTCHES!"
Members: "We are so humbled by your presence, we live only to serve. Please guide us."
Yoli: "DIE!"

[Anya]

That was great! But poor Croatia! Being punched with an iron fist can't be very pleasant.....

I agree with Morzan202, you should really put that Yoli thing in your story somehow.

And one last thing... Woohoo, I'm in it!!!!!

[Croatia Rider]

You're right, Anya, it does hurt. I still have bruises and scratches all over my face! But at least I'm in it, yay!

Hmm, I should make one of these.

[Spitfire9]

^^ Yeah, er . . . sorry about that. But trust me, I get VERY hurt in this story.

One last thing: At the ned, who wants to kill Bosco? (Corsair's mine!) But, then again, maybe Corsair will kill me and my friends. Only time will tell . . .

Chapter 2: The Sancuary of the Rebels.

FieryyyDragon led Spitfire and Croatia Rider to a door in a battered alley. Opening it, they found themselves in a maze of underground tunnels, and went throug hmany rooms.
"I'm glad that you came when you did," said Spitfire at FieryyDragon, "Me and Croatia were lost, and we found ourselves near the Battle Arena!"
Fieryy Dragon shrugged, saying, "It was nothing. If it wasn't for you, Spitfire, Corsair and Bosco would be ruling this without any resistance! You gave IF hope, and we cannot let you fall. I, and the rest of your loyal friends, will die for the resistance, you know that." It was a casual statement, but it meant more to Spitfire than anything he had ever heard.
Without speaking, they made their way to a room. opening the door, they found themselves in a circular room with a walled pheriphy. Seats were arrayed throughout different desks and tables. About ten or so different doors spread out from there, each of them contained a small room with four or os beds. This was the secret, underground base of the rebellion. This was where the rebellion made all of their plans. After Corsair destroyed the 'Forum Support' building, Spitfire created an underground system where the rebellion could sleep, live, and make their battle plans.
"Spitfire!" a voice cut him and he found *emarald dream* in front of him.
"Wah- what?" breathed Spitfire, regaining his focus. It had been almost a fw weeks before he had been in the underground base, and he was glad to be home.
"Things haven't been going so well over the past few weeks," she said solemnly, "Evil Interceptor and I have been leading everyone, and we lost many trade connections. Most of our contacts have been enlisted for Corsair, and our supplies are diminishing."
"Great. More good news?" said Spitfire, rolling his eyes in frustratoin.
And so it was that when Spitfire turned, he found himself facing Evil Interceptor.
"How are the goings, EI?" asked Spitfire sternly
Evil interceptor simply looked at him, his eyes betraying him. "Spitfire," he said, "Bosco has . . well, he has gone himself into the fanfiction section, and captured four of us."
Spitfire stared at everyone, whom was all silent, shocked. "This is what you watnted to tell me?" he said.
Even though, he still knew the answer. He knew, somwhere, that both Murtagh_Fan21 and Murtagh's second brother were being held at Bosco's Frotress.
Time was running out.