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Book 1: The Red Kings Rebellion
« Thread Started on Jan 11, 2009, 9:13pm »

^{1. You Should Have Seen It Coming

The gloomy darkness of the gray sky covered the damp city of Pyre as a boy ran down the cobblestone streets. He panted as his legs pushed him farther as he looked back and the cold wind pushed his blonde hair in his face. Two men in black suits and sunglasses chased him as one extended his hand to grab him, but missed no less than an inch.
“Dang!” said the black man who tried to grab him he looked over to his partner that was chasing the boy with him.
“Grab the boy, don’t look at me!” he panted, a ball of sweat ran down from his forehead down his stiff face.
“You would have the thought the boy would’ve given up by now.” The black man said looking towards the boy they were chasing.
Then the boy’s sandal tripped him over the cobblestone and he fell onto the rocky street. The boy turned around and tried backing up but one of the men grabbed his leg.
“I’ve got you now boy and you’re gonna pay!” the white man with the stiff face yelled as he curled up a fist and started to swing at the boy, but then a gunshot deafened those around as a bullet went through the man’s head and blood sprayed on the young boy’s face. The boy’s eyes widened with shock as he sat there stunned. The dead body fell onto the young boy and his black sunglasses slid off the man’s face onto the street. The boy came to his senses and pushed the dead body off of him and he stood up and prepared to run away, but then he was the standing infront of the shooter. The boy saw the shine of the man’s .347 Magnum Revolver and he looked at the figure that was holding it. It was a tall figure in a red overcoat. He was wearing black slacks, shoes, and gloves and top hat with a ripped top. The top hat had a red, silk cloth around the length of it holding a partially ripped red king of hearts. He had sharp pointed sunglasses that seemed as if they pierced you soul. The boy and the black man stood in amazement as it was no ordinary man, but an invisible one. The hat and sunglasses seemed as they were immobilized in mid-air above the clothing.
“Get…behind me.” said a voice that came from the being. The voice that invisible man had was filled sadness, regret, and tragedy, but the boy obeyed and quickly ran behind the man as he knew through all the sadness in this man’s voice he heard trust. The black man pulled off the gun off his belt and held his hands up in the air.
“Look, I surrender just please don’t kill me.” he begged as he looked at the man holding the gun with his finger on the trigger. A dark chuckle came from the invisible man as he did not move an inch from where he was standing.
“Now, why would I do such a thing like that, you have joined the wrong group of people and now you shall pay for your wrong decision.” The man said in such an evil tone it sent shivers down the young boy’s spine as the man pulled the trigger and a bang erupted through the city once more. The man blew the tip of the gun as smoke left it and he put it on the belt of his pants and covered it with his coat. The boy looked after a few seconds have passed as the dead man’s body fell to the ground with a bloody bullet hole in the chest. The boy was now scared and he started to back away was turning around to run away, but the invisible man appeared infront of the boy. He was looking straight down at the blonde orphan. The man thingyed his head to the right and the boy started to back away again, but the man finally spoke towards the boy for the first time.
“Why…were they after you?” he asked curiously. The boy stopped and looked at the man for a minute and answered him.
“I…I…I was trying to get some food for my grandma and--,“ the boy was then interrupted by the man.
“You’re lying…why were they after you?” he asked again. He hesitated for his next answer for he was not going to give it up that easily.
“I was stealing from Judge Fairre’s place.”
“You’re still lying…you can’t keep the truth hidden, so tell me, why were they after you?” he persistently asked again. The boy then gave up and looked at the man’s sunglasses and told him.
“I’m part of The Red Kings Rebellion.” He finally told the man who was then satisfied with the his answer he received.
“So you know the crest of The Red King?” he asked him as he pulled the card out of his hat and bend down to show him. The boy looked at the crest and nodded and looked back at the man and remarked to the man.
“So you know the crest of The Red King?” and the man nodded to the boy as the man slid the card back into the red silk cloth and he stood straight up and turned around.
“Come with me.” The man said and he started to walk off down the streets. The boy hesitated, but he knew as well he had no place to go so he ran and caught up with the man and he looked straight up at him or the sunglasses that it.
“What is your name?” the man asked the boy as they turned the street.
“Eric Tenit…yours?” he asked back to the man. The man waited for a minute and then spoke.
“I don’t have a name, everyone just calls me Mr. Red.” he spoke as he looked down at the boy and then back to the streets, “So, Eric, I bet you don’t even know where we’re going, Hm?” Mr. Red asked Eric. Eric shook his head and paid attention to where they were going and then asked naively.
“Where are we going?”
Mr. Red looked chuckled lightly and said.
“Home,”

They walked on and on and on until Eric started complaining about how his feet started hurt and he was tired.
“Are we almost there yet?!” he asked in aggravation. Mr. Red stopped and then looked at the boy.
“We’re not almost there, we are here.” He said to Eric as when Eric turned and looked all he was a busted down auditorium.
“This isn’t a home, this is just a junky building, and where are we?” he asked him.
“We’re lost.” Mr. Red said as if he was proud of something he did.
“I thought you said we were home!” he yelled in an angry voice looking at Mr. Red. The tall man came down into Eric’s face and flicked him in the nose and said to him.
“You must be lost to get home”. Eric held his nose and looked at Mr. Red as if he was on some kind of drug. Mr. Red then stood straight and then stomped on the ground as the street beneath them crumbled away and they fell into a black abyss. Eric looked up and was the street return back to normal and then looked down and started to scream. Mr. Red just casually stood straight up and looked at the walls around him and yawned. Then it started getting lighter and lighter to the point they could see each other and the ground. Eric was still too busy screaming his head off thinking he was going to shatter into many pieces, but then he started to slow down until his feet softly landed on the ground. Eric caught his breath from the terrifying drop down to a place where many people were working and high tech computers were everywhere.
“Where are we?” he asked looked around at the people working the computers and then farther down the hall he noticed a giant painting holding the crest of The Red King.
“Welcome, to the city of Pyre’s HQ of The Red Kings Rebellion” said Mr. Red as he looked around and breathed in the air and gave a sigh of relief and said.
“It’s feels so good to be home”.
Eric looked at Mr. Red then the high tech hall around him and he started walking towards where the giant painting held the emblem. He looked it from top to bottom and then back at Mr. Red. Eric noticed he was talking to some woman. Eric raised a brow and started to walk back down the rouge carpet. The lady looked at Eric and then back at Mr. Red and sighed.
“So, this is Eric.” She asked Mr. Red, who just gave a nod in reply. Eric got a better look at the mystery lady. She seemed as if she was in her early twenties. She had pale skin and a light purple tint under her eyes. She was average height and was very slender. She had jet black hair that she wore down to her shoulders. Clothing wise, she wore a short, black maid’s outfit with a small tiara, a white apron around her waist, and black heels. Then his eyes caught something on her apron, it held a faint gray Red Kings Rebellion emblem. She had rose pink lips and gray eyes with a light red tint around the pupil. She stared down at Eric and then bent forward and rest her hands on her knees and looked up at him.
“So, Eric, how old are you?” she asked Eric. He looked down at her and then finally spoke.
“Fourteen, may I ask your name?” he asked in the politest tone he could make. She giggled.
“You may call me Miss White.” She told Eric. Miss White then stood up to full length and then looked at Mr. Red and then skipped off down to a lower corridor of the HQ. Eric watched her leap off and then shockingly stared at what was on her back. It was an old 1897 Winchester Trench Gun that was preserved enough to still work and shoot. Eric looked up at Mr. Red who laughed greatly knowing this was very surprising to see a lady carrying a pump shotgun with her around.
“She’s way out of your league.” Mr. Red chuckled telling young Eric who frowned at Mr. Red and quickly changed the subject as a light blush came across his face.
“So where do I stay? I don’t have anywhere to live.” He asked his new companion. Mr. Red thought about it for a minute and then looked down at Eric.
“You can have my room until you become a full-fledged member of the Rebellion and get your own room.” Mr. Red told him and started to walk to show him his living quarters. Eric followed him down a flight of stairs passing what he told Eric was the Cafeteria.
“You will only come here for breakfast and meetings, which we have every Sunday at 5:00 p.m. to 7:00 p.m.” he told looking at Eric.
“And there are only two rule to follow about meetings,” Mr. Red said stopping Eric before they went down any farther down the headquarters.
“You shall never, ever be late and you shall never misbehave, is that understood?” Mr. Red asked him sternly as if a parent telling their child to not misbehave in public. Eric nodded as he saw Mr. Red’s gun on his belt when he was turning around to go down the next flight of stairs that lead to the living quarters. They went down a long corridor that seemed as if it belonged in a five star hotel. Mr. Red could tell Eric was already surprised. Mr. Red chuckled at Eric’s reaction.
“Yes, fascinating, hmm? When you become a high class member like I am, you will have the nice living quarters which you will be staying in for a few days until you actually become a real member of the rebellion.” Mr. Red told him opening room number two. To Eric it was as if he was opening a door to the room of a king. There was a large king sized bed with a red comforter with the Red King Rebellion’s Crest on it (there was also one of the oak headboard at the head of the bed). There was a love seat right beside the bed and on the other side a night stand with a picture frame of what seemed of Mr. Red and a young girl with black hair. Eric took a closer look at the picture and noticed that just wasn’t any girl with black hair, it is Miss White. They were under a tall oak tree; Mr. Red was holding Miss White around the waist. Her eyes were closed and she was blushing with a nervous smile and it seemed she was facing the other way of him. She also wasn’t as pale; she had color to her face. Eric looked up at Mr. Red who slowly walked over and picked the picture up. He wiped his thumb over the picture from any gathered dust and set it down the way it was before.
“You may use my bed until you get a room of your own. The bathroom is over there. I suggest you clean up and we’ll talk to the captain about making you an official member” Mr. Red said pointing south of the bed.
“Knowing the captain you will have a mission to complete before you are initiated into the Red King’s Rebellion.” Mr. Red told Eric as he was about to enter the bathroom.
Eric entered the bathroom and looked around. It had all the necessities of a normal bathroom, a sink, toilet, shower and bath (It also had a towel rack with red towels and the crest on it). The curtain for the shower was red and it had a white crest of the Red King’s Emblem. He gave a sigh and turned on the water and turned a silver knob and changed it to shower. He felt the shower until it was just hot enough. He stripped down nude and stepped into the hot shower. The hot water felt good on his skin as it felt as if all his troubles were washing away down the drain. He did all the usual things in a shower, he washed his body and hair, but after all of that he just stood under the hot water and he let his body soak in all the heat. He let out a sigh of relief as the warmth made him feel better again. He turned off the faucets and stepped out of the shower onto a towel he set out earlier. He dried himself off from head to toe and tied the towel around his waist. He wiped the foggy mirror and looked at himself in the mirror. He looked all the way from his dirty blonde hair down his slender upper body. He wasn’t muscular, but he also wasn’t heavy. He turned and looked at the door and noticed there were some clothes hanging from the door knob, and a new pair of shoes under them. He picked them and noticed a piece of paper fall from them. He picked it up and read it.

I noticed you needed some new clothes and shoes, the sandals were going to fall apart any minute. I snuck these in when you were taking a shower. You can thank me later. Also, the watch is a gift.

- Mr. Red

He read over it again and then looked at his new clothes and then threw the piece of paper away in the trash can beside the toilet. He smiled as he checked all he got from his companion. Eric thought about it, not a companion. He can now call him a friend. Mr. Red gave him a white button down shirt, black slacks, black dress socks, and a nice pair of black dress shoes. Then to finish the set was a black tie, a silver Rolex watch, white gloves, and a navy blue overcoat just like Mr. Red’s. He quickly put on his new clothing and looked at himself in the mirror. He looked as if he was a member of the team, but Mr. Red said he had to be initiated first by talking to the captain. He picked up his old clothes and threw them in the garbage can with the torn up sandals. He looked at them and walked down the door flattening the clothes down his body and nodded with a smile. He walked in the room and noticed Miss White looking around the room. She then walked over to the picture on the night stand.
“May I help you Miss White?” Eric asked when he came into the room. Miss White jumped and set the picture down and turned around laughing nervously.
“No no no! I wasn’t doing anything” she said with a nervous laugh. Eric rolled his eyes and a small grin came onto his face. He cleared his face and asked.
“Then what are you doing in here?”
“Oh” Miss White stopped laughing and told him “Mr. Red wanted me to tell you that you need to go to the room next door and talk about becoming a member.”
“Alright, thank you Miss White.” Eric told her as he quickly ran out the door and pulled it shut behind him.
Miss White smiled as she released a sigh and looked back at the picture on the night stand and spoke to herself.
“He’s a lot like you, you know?” She looked back around the room and slowly sat on the bed.}

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