Fanfiction

[_______BlitzIceshard]

Am I allowed to post a fan-fiction in this forum or is there another forum for that?
The reason why I ask is because it's a fan-fic based on ingame RP sessions with other characters. -Based on Actual Events-.

[_______BlitzIceshard]

Part 1-Shadow Games

The war between Omni-Tek and the Clans has grown.
Peace negotiations have failed.

Kyle Styles lay awake in his bed, staring at the cold metal of the ceiling. Cold sweat beeded his forehead and he sucked in gasps of air. He looked to his left, then right, at the doors on both sides of his bedroom, fear rising up through his chest.
Fear, like a cold liquid creeping through your veins, encompasing your body, untill you give into it.
He wasn't going to give in. Not yet. There was too much to do before he could be taken by it. He had little time left.
Creak.
The sound ripped through the shadows and the grey-blue light filtering into his room, the falling dust stirred by the noise. He sat up slightly and rolled off his bed, not making a sound.
Creak.
The sound, louder now. He crouched beside his bed, and retreived two Atlas C.V.s. His bare back hunched over, showing the rivulets of his spine's virtibrae and the inplants there with.
Creak.
At his door. Someone or something outside. He was ready, for what he didn't know. A time past. He still crouched there, behind his bed, waiting for the next movement. The waiting had killed his patience. He slowly slinked to his stomach and pulled himself along the floor, towards the wall. He pushed himself up and leaned against the wall, now in a crouch again.
Another sound, quiter.
Swish. His door opened.
Kyle trained his gun toward the door. He could see the barrel of a silencer, its black shine creating a reflection on the wall. It fired three shots into his bed, hiting nothing but the matress.
A head leaned through the door to examine his shootings. To sloopy. He took a bullet through the skull, another going through his neck. Blood and brain matter splattered the wall.
"Plan B!" A voice yelled out in the dark, comanding.
More sounds, all around him, coming through the walls. Clips being locked in, and slides being pulled back.
Kyle threw himself to the ground, and kikced off the wall, sliding under his bed.
The room exploded around him. Shrapnel from the walls flew all around the room, light filtered in through a million holes in the walls. The noise was deafening.
When it stoped, there was a voice again.
"Do we have him?"
"If not, he's probabally dead."
There was another swish, and the sound of heavy boots on steel echoed throughout the room. He could see the legs crouching near the body.
"He got Eddik."
"Search the room, I want him or his body."
"Enough." Thought Kyle.
He threw himself up, fliping the bed over. He used it as cover and arched his arms over the top of the railing, shooting at the last known location of the man with heavy boots. After a few bullets he pulled his arms back, they were splatered with blood.
There was a sound of swishing behind him and his rear door opened, revealing two more enemys, one weilding a machine gun, the other a silenced Freedom Arm.
The one with the machine gun swung his arm around, and started blowing apart the room. There was a sudden stinging in his stomach, and he fliped over the bed and dove through the door, sliding down the hallway. When he stopped moving, he traced the door with one gun arm and used the other to put some stim on his wound.
The man with the machine gun jumped through the doorway, the rounds frome Kyle's pistols going wide, and landed right on Kyle's chest pinning his arms to the ground. The man semi jumped up and pinned Kyle's arms down with his knees, freeing his own arms. The man laughed. Kyle laughed as well.
A sudden orange light spun around both Kyle's hands and a shard of pure fire stabed upwards through the bottom of his attacker's jaw, the flesh on his head burning away.
Kyle threw the body off him and jumped up. Something hit him in the back of his neck, almost sending him sprawling. He caught himself as he fell, and spun around down on one knee, shooting his pistols.
The attacker, an Opifex, was surrounded by green light, and he jumped into the air, spinning as he did, and landed like a bat on the ceiling then threw himself off, over Kyle's head the green light disipatating as he did, and he landed perfectly normal, behind Kyle.
Kyle threw himself backwards, hand to hand brutality his only chance for survival. He felt his body connect with the attackers, throwing them both to the ground. The attacker rolled backwards onto his feet while Kyle flipped off his back onto his.
He caught the Freedom Arm with both hands as it arked towards his head. He forced the attacker's arms backward, his own gun pointing at his face, then tripped out the back off his leg with his foot.
For a second the attacker was dazed, but as he tried to get up, he found a silenced Freedom Arm thrust at his forehead.
"Now your going to tell me everything." Said Kyle, smiling.

[Dabblez]

As far as I can see, this has to be the forum for ic posts and adventure write up (as well as ooc Rp posts). We used to have an In Character here, but they all got merged in the last message board reorganisation.