Hey guys. You know about Saint’s epically awesome stories, right? You can view them http://theacplostsaga.wordpress.com/ <- there.
Sorry for the edit sheila but in the story Boomer died in book 1 😯
Anyways, Saint-sama gave me permisson to post them on here, and since i’m working on the books with teh awesome trio of writers (Peguin, Saint, and moi <3),
I’ll be posting some of the prolouge…It’s gonna be long. By the way, I’m not supposed to reveal who the villan is.
It’s going to be confusing…By the way, them= ambushers.
PS: I got bff-ed with Fox-chan =P
Prolouge
Part 1: Bellicose is ringing through my ears
I was happy, once.
We were truly happy and I felt loved.
It all changed one day. We were ambushed, beaten, and fought to death.
I was the only one who survived, but I was left with a brutal scar that haunted me every night.
One day, I got tired of it. I found the ACP, but I didn’t join. I merely watched from afar, never thinking I could be brave enough
to join the valiant group of penguins
who would perform noble deeds
in the night.
I was wrong.
Seeing as I could not continue with my old life,
I left my name and my old life behind. I left everything behind, except my desire for hard revenge against them.
Cold yet fiery hands gripped my heart.
I felt a feeling I had never, ever felt before. Ambition.
It was hard.
Going through it every day.
Looking up at my leader
and putting on a fake smile.
Putting on a fake act.
I rose through the ranks,
no one suspecting of anything.
With my fake act, I grew higher and higher.
I was finally there.
So close.
I was alone.
I had power.
A wicked smile creeped onto my face as I dreamt of the final kill.
As I said before, I had left everything behind.
Except my wish for revenge.
Prolouge 1.1
Misery
The moonlight glimmered off of the building the ACP had settled in for the night.
“I’m tired. . .” Chapa moaned, falling off the chair he had been keeping watch on. “Shut up and keep watching!” BigP snapped.
“You have to remember how young he is…” Another voice said, shifting in their seats.
“This is useless. We’re going to be killed!” A young solider cried, but another one clamped their hand over the boy’s mouth.
“Guys. . .calm down.” Boomer Aber soothed the crowd. (Saint’s edit: boomer is dead remember 😯 )
“A-a-a-and…I win!” Sheila crowed, while Fox moaned and handed over 5 dollars. “I told you he’d be the first to complain!” Fox glared at her, and Sheila clamped her mouth shut.
“I’m going to bed. And you guys will, too.” Boomer Aber announced, walking over to a corner.
“Goodnight,” Boomer Aber concluded, “Everyone. We can make it through this.”
“Goodnight.” Everyone echoed.
The hours slowly passed by as Saint twisted and turned in her sleep. ‘I can’t sleep for crap!’ She thought miserably.
Boomer Shab dreamt of a vivid landscape filled with his family; his soliders.
“Guys, wait up! Where are you going?” He called, trying to catch up with them.
A terrible clamor wafted through the air, and the landscape changed. It was bloody and body dappled.
Boomer Shab looked down. He saw the bodies of Aber, Fort, and. . .he couldn’t quite tell who the other body belonged to.
His nose catched a disgusting smell coming from above.
He slowly raised his head, and his hair flitted in the wind. “What kind of wind is that?” He thought aloud.
He looked up instantly, and his eyes widened.
Coming right toawrds him was a river of retching blood. It was right by him.
“NO!” He screamed as the river of blood overthrew him. He was drowning.
Drowning in blood.
“NO!” He continued, and he gagged. The blood slithered down his throat in all of its salty goriness.
Black, taunting clouds fogged his eyes. He couldn’t see anymore…”No, Boomer, I did not do it.” A voice screamed in high pitched nature.
“HELP!” Ankita screamed, feeling the chain wrap around her throat. She could feel her body disorienting, twisting, the fabrics of time was collapsing…all in her body. “HELP! THIS NASTY SON OF A-” She coughed, gagged, and fell onto the floor. Her face was bloodily stained, and there was an odd pinkish purply aura dancing around her chest, where a large gaping hole was. Her last thought was feeling her body being clawed by a terrible sensation that broke out in a cry.
Prolouge Part 2 Who killed her?
“Holy sh-” Shab screamed, and he stopped in his sentence. There, in front of him, lay a mauled Ankita whose heart had been. . .stolen?
Boomer Rap jumped out of his sleeping area which he had made in the corner. “What just-” He turned to face Ankita.
Many of the soliders began to rise, but Sheila, Seane, Bat, and Hatt sat in a corner, looking like their eyes would pop out of their heads. “ANKITA!” They all yelled in unsion, and they ran over to her. “She’s dead!” Sheila reported.
“Who could do this?” Boomer Shab spat, walking around. He locked eyes with everyone, and his face was boiling with rage.
“Come clean. Now. Who KILLED ANKITA?”
The room was silent with the fact that no one knew the answer.
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