The Snake chronicles

[Harakiri]

Prologue:

 

 

 

He was the fiercest warrior this land had seen. He seemed to never bleed. He was what some called "the gift from the gods", even though he was the son of the evil god Zamorack. His name was Snake. He has a real name but not even he knows this name. Zamorack abused him when he was a kid. Made him do hard labor.Now he is an adult. Wherever this man goes, there is a dead body he leaves behind. Wherever he goes, children report having nightmares about this man. His face is splattered with the blood of his enemies. He wears only a cloak, said to be one of the things Snake had stolen from hell while a child. One of the other things he stole was a sword. A powerful sword that has killed thousands of people. Zamorack has sent his minions to get this sword back but whatever creature tries, it will always get slaughtered. I write this knowing little. My name is Archimage, and not even I, his best friend, know much about him. All i know is that i would be screwed if i fought him.

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 1: Zamorack's first strike

 

 

 

Archimage paced the lost libraries corridors, looking at the shelves, searching for a book on the gods children, researching for his book, when he heard something behind him. He looked over his shoulder, and all he saw was the checker board tile floor and the bookshelves, filled with books. Nothing, he thought and continued his walk down the corridor.

 

 

 

He continued down the corridor until he came to a bookshelf with books about the gods on it. Archimage looked at the names and eventually found one he thought he could use. He flipped through the book and found what he was looking for almost instantly. He closed the old, weather beaten book and turned around to walk back down the hall.

 

 

 

A scream echoed through the hall. Archimage froze and looked around. He put his hand onto his swords hilt. He continued down the hall slowly. Suddenly, he heard another scream and a loud CRACK!

 

 

 

Archimage ran down the hall and entered into a circular room, with books all over the walls. He looked up and looked at the railings that surrounded the other five stories of the library. He could see nothing. He walked slowly towards a set of stairs. He heard a whoosh behind him and looked up in time to see a large, evil looking man falling toward him, sword ready to plunge into Archimages head.

 

 

 

Archimage stepped back as the man fell onto the spot where he was just standing. The man turned to Archimage and lunged at Archimages stomach. Archimage drew his sword and parried this blow. Archimage wished he had brought his staff with him but he had left it in his room on the fifth floor.

 

 

 

The man took another shot at Archimage, this time trying to decapitate him. Archimage parried and kicked the man in the stomach. The man staggered back, which gave Archimage the opportunity to try and cut the mans stomach. Suddenly, tentacles sprouted form the mans open mouth. The tentacles wrapped around Archimages sword and then, the tentacles snapped the sword like a twig.

 

 

 

"WHERE IS MY BROTHER?" Yelled the man as the tentacles retracted into his mouth.

 

 

 

*****

 

 

 

Snake walked into the Blue Moon Inn and sat at one of the barstools. The bartender was washing a mug of beer with a rag.

 

 

 

"What do you want?" The bartender asked.

 

 

 

"Get me a beer and a steak. Rare." Snake said.

 

 

 

The bartender walked off and told the cook to make a steak.

 

 

 

Snake looked at a person walking by the window of the inn. He looked like he had red eyes. When Snake looked again, he saw that it was just a normal tourist seeing the sights. The tourist walked into the bar and sat on the barstool next to Snakes.

 

 

 

"How's it going?" He asked.

 

 

 

Snake looked at the tourist closely. There was something strange about his arm...

 

 

 

"Heres your beer and steak." The bartender broke Snake out of his trance. The bartender smashed a frozen glass filled to the brim with beer on the table and threw a plate with a large steak on it onto the bar as well.

 

 

 

"Do I get anything to eat the steak with?" Snake asked.

 

 

 

"I mostly serve barbarians so your gonna have to eat it with your hands." The bartender walked in front of the tourist.

 

 

 

"What do you want?"

 

 

 

"A beer and do you have anything special you make for lunches?"

 

 

 

"Yeah, steak. Now then what you want?"

 

 

 

"Steak then. Baked potato."

 

 

 

"What you think we're rich? The damn barbarians pay us in spear heads do you think we are able to afford potatoes and all the toppings?"

 

 

 

"Fine. Steak...medium rare."

 

 

 

The bartender walked off.

 

 

 

Snake continued to examine the man. He then noticed a tattoo on his arm, a tattoo of burning people. The tourist noticed Snake looking at it and the tourist pulled his sleeve down.

 

 

 

"Sorry, my mom made me get this tattoo when I was sixteen." The tourist smiled. His teeth were points in his mouth.

 

 

 

"Is this the best my Dad can hire to try and kill me. An amateur who shows the tattoo that all of Zamoracks minions must wear, and then shows me his teeth without generating them into human teeth. For the gods sake."

 

 

 

The tourist started morphing into a half human, half lizard monster.

 

 

 

"Die Snake. Your father wants you dead!" It ran and jumped onto Snake, pulling Snake and the bar stool onto the ground. Snake pushed the lizard man back so it did not bite out his neck. Snake then kicked the bar really hard. His beer came toppling off the bar. The glass shattered on the monsters back and beer splattered all over the things body.

 

 

 

Snake then pushed the lizard off of him. It fell back and that gave Snake enough time to run into the kitchen.

 

 

 

The chef and bartender were yelling at Snake. Snake grabbed the bartender by his neck and threw him out of a large window. He fell on the grass outside. "Robbery!" He yelled.

 

 

 

The cook picked up a knife from a counter and ran at Snake. Snake grabbed the chef's hand and then threw the chef out the window. The lizard monster ran in and grabbed Snake by the neck.

 

 

 

"I will kill you!" It yelled.

 

 

 

Snake saw a grill. It was on fire, roasting the steak. There was a bottle of rum next to it. Snake kicked the lizard in the shin and once the thing let go to grab its broken shin, Snake ran toward the bottle of rum. He broke it on the grill and the grill erupted into flames. Snake grabbed the lizard and threw him onto the grill. The beer that was still on his back erupted and the lizard slowly roasted to death.

 

 

 

The chef and bartender stared in amazement. Snake put a couple thousand dollars on a kitchen counter.

 

 

 

"Buy yourself some more rum." Snake said and walked out of the bar before the Varrock guard could get there.

 

 

 

****

 

 

 

I remember when Snake and I were on a voyage to find a secret magic book and Zamorack kept on sending his men down to attack us. His men were cleverly disguised and I guess supposed to attack at a time when Snake and I were not very caring. Every time one of these guys showed up, Snake would make some comment about what they were wearing or something, and all of a sudden these guys would turn into monsters. I guess they were minions of Zamorack. Hard to tell since Snake kept killing them really fast. I think they were minions though. Who would want Snake dead more than Zamorack?

 

 

 

****

 

 

 

Deep in a dark cavern a man in a priests outfit was chanting. In front of him, lay a pile of human limbs and guts. All of one man one would assume. The priest chanted because he had orders from Zamorack to awaken this beast of a man, to put back together the body parts. And when they were back together, all hell would break loose.

 

 

 

This was a day ago. Now the priests bones lay in a heap before a large monstrous man. Human flesh dangled from his mouth. He was breathing huge, heavy breaths.

 

 

 

"Snake will die. I swear he will. I will murder him. For what he did to me. I will see that his fate is sealed..." He continued to say this, as if this were a ritual chant, all during his meal. When the man walked out of the cave, naked and ready to kill, a red light spilled onto a spot in front of him. An image of Zamorack appeared in the light.

 

 

 

"I have all your equipment waiting..." Zamorack bowed down."MY LORD..."

 

 

 

To be continued in the next installment.

 

 

 

Yes i am back and now making this story about Snake and Archimage and a bunch of other new characters. Noob will be an iffy part of this story. I may keep him out just for the sake of keeping this away from turning stupid. Anyway, how was this and do you want to see more of this?[/u]

[Xewleer]

mmm... much better than Snake and Noob... no jokes to bad... jus' right.

 

 

 

89 IQ points over 100.

[Unoalexi]

Tattoos on arms worn by a cult of evil people.. Death Eaters, anyone?? -.-

 

 

 

Meh.. better than Goldeneye and such though..

 

 

 

May I direct you to my siggy..? My eyes bleed from your grammar skills!

 

 

 

Seven kittens out of ten/

[Harakiri]

CHAPTER 2: Darkness rises

 

 

 

I remember a long time ago, when me and Snake had to go and save Noob. Noob has been gone for years, apparently doing something better than dieing. Well, anyway we were inside some gangs hideout and I was just going to knock the kidnappers out, but here comes Snake cutting them all to shreds. That is one thing I will never understand. Snake is supposed to be a good guy, but he seems to have a blood lust that cannot be stopped. He is being watched over by many people in the land, because we fear that someday, he may snap. And when that day comes, or if it comes, the land will be completely destroyed.

 

 

 

 

 

Archimage woke up. He looked around the dark room and all he could see was a lamp. Archemage tried to move off of a stiff wooden chair he was sitting on, but suddenly realized that he was tied to the chair.

 

 

 

A match was lit and the match made its way to the lamp. The lamp illuminated the room, showing the rooms many tables. On top of these tables were ingredients for potions. Archimage suddenly felt a pain in his back. He screamed as the pain grew all over his body, petrifying him. He looked toward a doorway and saw a large man wearing red Zamorack armor.

 

 

 

"You like my magic?" He asked.

 

 

 

Archimage felt the pain leave his body and he was relieved when he could move his limbs around. He was only tied to the chair around the stomach, so his legs and arms were free to move.

 

 

 

"What happened?" Asked Archimage.

 

 

 

"Oh, well Oc knocked you out when you said you did not know who he was talking about."

 

 

 

"The tentacles guy? He asked me about his brother..."

 

 

 

"And you could not answer so , here you are. Where is Snake, his lord wants to know."

 

 

 

"Zamorack will not find out."

 

 

 

"No, I am not talking about Zamorack. Zamorack is but the pawn of his lord."

 

 

 

Archimage was lost. There was a power larger than Zamorack?

 

 

 

"Where is Snake? I know he killed one of our pawns but he never reported back."

 

 

 

"I don't know...I have not talked to him in two years."

 

 

 

Archimage screamed as a huge pain swept up his back. Suddenly, Archimage passed out again.

 

 

 

(I will continue chapter two later...somethings come up and it may be a while. Sry.)