Oblivion

[Harakiri]

Chapter 1.1 Oblivion

 

 

 

 

 

A man wearing a black cowboy hat stood in silence, watching the people of the small, colonial village wander about, screaming about the tyranny of England. They stood on balconies, wagons, rooftops, just about anywhere, screaming about the taxes imposed by the King, shaking their fists. The man in the cowboy hat had not been noticed above all the noise and commotion, which was good. If he were caught, he would be interrogated quite severely, especially considering he carried many things that no one in the 1770's should be. He had two Uzi's strapped to the sides of his stomach, and had quite a bit of paper money, which at this point in time, was worth nothing, firstly because this money was from the 21st century, secondly because all american made money was worth nothing at this time.

 

Outside of the village, shots could be heard, battles being faught valiantly against the British invaders. The man smirked as he heard the booms of cannons. He knew the pain and suffering these people were going through, but also knew how it would turn out.

 

Suddenly, he heard a shout, and saw a man in a cloak, carrying an AK-47, begin to mow down civilians, running down the street. The man in the cowboy hat followed.

 

The chase was short lived. Redcoats arrived soon enough, their rifles carried parralel to their bodies, blocking the city gate. The man in the cloak suddenly fired at them, the redcoats bodies flinging about as blood gushed from wounds. They dropped to the ground, their blood pooling together in a puddle in front of them.

 

The man in the cowboy hat tackled the cloaked man. The cloaked man screamed as the man in the hat began to smash his head into the cobblestone pavement viciously.

 

"What the hell are you doing?" The man in the hat asked, watching as civilians began to run towards the gate.

 

"Get to the castle!"

 

"Dammit idiot! Why would you do this? Your screwing with time by shooting them with an AK." The man in the hat began to pound furiously on the other mans head. Blood pooled around the cloaked mans head.

 

"Garth...you gonna die!" The man screamed as Garth smashed his head into the pavement as hard as he could.

 

Garth stood as the people poured over him, cheering.

 

"He killed some redcoats!"

 

"We can leave the town now!"

 

"Jeez, look at all the shots these lobsterback got in 'em." One said, rolling one of the bodies over.

 

"Wheres your rifle?" He eyed Garth.

 

Garth kicked the cloaked mans body and grabbed the AK. He then pulled a smoke grenade from inside of his jacket. He pulled the pin and threw it between his feet. It exploded, gray gas emitting from the small canister.

 

Garth made his escape as the civilians began screaming in bewilderment. Garth had a place to be.

 

Oblivion.

 

 

 

Oblivion is not a place. Some people consider it to be hell, when in fact, it is the castle of the one known as Dracula, a vampire, a slayer of men, women, children, and anything else he can get his hands on. He is quite the suave man, and his only weakness is his thirst for blood. Getting him thirsty is hard though, as he keeps the souls of the damned, and feeds off of them. It is an impossible feat to destroy Dracula, or even enter his castle. It is a castle lost in time. One minute it is at one place, the next, another. One minute, it is at one time, the next, another. It has seen the time of the Indians first meeting with Christopher Columbus, as well as the great migration to the ships of the Xenosau, where the humans were then transported to the most heavily fortified place in the galaxy, Prison X. Oblivion is a place very few have dared entered, and only one man has escaped. Ever since, he has searched through every time period, defeating the emissaries of Count Dracula, as he searches for the castle. If he is able to enter, god knows what horrors await him, and the world.-From the journal of the nameless wanderer, Volume XXII

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This is an anime like adventure involving some aspects of dark, evil stuff...

[issy2]

Gah look this is exactly what I mean. There's absolutely no point saying 'it wasnt your best' unless you can be bothered to say WHY it wasn't his best. Just think about - what was really good about it, what didn't work that well, what you liked and didn't like. Not really helpful at all otherwise. Sorry if that sounds nasty. Have a nice day :)

[Harakiri]

its all right...i just needed to let out some steam...anywho...how was the actual story?

[Bluejayfan94]

The story was ok, and deserved 5 of 10 cookies

 

 

 

You can do better, thats why you have gotten a low rating.