10-02-2010, 08:30 AM
Constructive criticism is welcomed.
The Story takes place 10 years into the future, but not that much has changed. The new President has issued a War against Russia under the force of a proceeding Nuclear blast on NYC. Russia has been semi-colonized mainly in its southern Asian parts, and the war is coming to an end. Since this has happened, a phenomenon known as Karma has been initiated. Karma works by granted the dead life as soon as the die, gifting them the ability of how they died. These people are called Markers, because they gain a symbol on the point they were killed upon. Though these people are already dead, they are visible to the human eye. The only way for a Marker to die is to be stabbed in there mark, or fall into their sacred forms due to over use of their mark. Once a Marker goes into their sacred form, their body begins to pass on into the next world, Either Heaven or Hell, depending on how their used their mark. Some Markers can even go into Partial Sacred form, based on their mark.
I'm trying to put a new chapter every saturday, starting today. I'll probably put up Chapter one later on tonight.
10-02-2010, 02:12 PM
"Me and my brother Both loved to explore, but, some times things are to fun to be realistic. They never did find his body, that big Semi flew over and crushed him. I died, too, a shard of Glass flew into my Upper lung near my heart, I guess thats how I got my mark. Now It's 20 years later, and I would have never predicted my self to be Head Directer of C.I.A's Secret affairs Bureau, otherwise known as Primus." The man In his mid-thirties stood up and turned to the window, admiring the Washington Memorial. "It's been a few years since I actually chose to go deeper into my Brothers death, and it turned out that his body was there at the moment of the crash, but he got up and walked fine. Since this was discovered, a string of Terrorist attacks world wide increased Dramatically, Mr. President. Now, I'm not saying these Things are related, but I'm going to need your Green Light to investigate this into more detail. Karma gave me the power of Glass Manipulation. Every single one of the attacks were caused by outward forces of energy. Devin was slammed down and Killed. This could be him. He knew I wanted to become a government official, so he could be doing this to get my attention." The recently re-elected president stared in awe. "I'm sorry, Mr. Tormina, but this entire Karma thing Isn't making sence to me. I don't want to have to waste money I america doesn't have without solid reason.""Sir, I've covered up so many things for you, and I've done too much for you to doubt me right now," He turned his head to the President's direction. "Nor is it in your best interest." "How so? Maybe you didn't know, but I'm the most powerful person in the world right now. Hell, even in this century. For that matter." "Causing almost 4 Million deaths doesn't make you powerful. It's the people's belief in you that does. For what is the value of all of the worlds gold if it's believed to be worth less than a Penny?" Damian Looked to his deck and sat down. He began to stare at the picture on his desk of his Wife and son, hours before the Blast. He turned it around to the Chief."Your ambitions for power are almost half the reason I'm sitting at this desk right now. I hate your guts, Thompson, but I work to keep this Country running. Ten years ago President Obama would have never seen us colonizing Russia. Never. Ever. My people on the front line have been seeing Markers being used as weapons for your campaign. You're absuing Karma, and she's gonna come back and bit you in the ass. And I'm telling you this from experience, dieing isn't fun." The Presidents watch went off, and his telephone, and his beeper. "I've heard enough of this mess. If you'd like to excuse me, I'm going to be late for a meeting in Italy, something that matters. And by the way, this little Covo never happened." "As usual, Mr. President." He pressed a button on his desk opening the slide doors. The President looked back into the Double mirror Rooms and Saluted. And continued walking.
"Heh, You're not so big now, you Lil' piece of crap. That chain wrapped around your wrists can't let you do nothin. You're good as dead now, Drag Queen." The man in the cage was dressed in womans clothing with a blond wig on, his Reddish-Brown bang hung out slightly. His head hung down and his legs were crossed, arms tied around his back and face bleeding terribly. "[I]Vous
10-02-2010, 04:04 PM
I read the little prologue thing at the beginning and I think this is actually a good idea. Original. Different from other fan fics here. I will try to read it. Since it's every Saturday, I think I might have time to. Anyways, there are some typos in there. I could edit them for ya.
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