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Subject: XxLoneWolf7xX's Fan-Fic
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have tried posting this in another group, but no one seems interested at all. so here is my second attempt.

I have recently decided to start working on a book, length unknown. It is based off an RPG that i am currently in called Humanity's Dusk RPG in the group that goes by the name of ODST Archives. I have somewhat tweaked the events added changed, but not much. I would appreciate any kind of comments on this story.

I have had stories floating around my head for sometime now, this is the first i have actually attempted to put in writing. Please don't take my idea, its hard enough thinking it up without having to start over. Well here we go.




The calender year is marked as 2015. The last 15 years had not done the Earth, or its people for that matter, any good. The year 2000 was the new millennium as well as the start of Earth's problems. The theory of a planet wide crash of computers became reality days after the turn of the year. It caused major crashes in all the major cities, and the malfunction of utilities. Planes went down everywhere as well. Fatalities number in the thousands.

Occurrences, two years later did anything but help the earth's people. Earthquakes ravage the entire West Coast of the United States periodically through out 2002 killing just over 1.5 million. By the end of that year, the widely thought myth of California breaking off from the rest of the State became fact. Plans to connect the now island of California to the States were quickly put into motion. Construction, however, was halted though due to an epidemic.

2005 was the year a milestone was passed, the Planet need not to. An unknown virus swept across the entire face of the Earth. Wiping out nearly 320 million people worldwide. The entirely too effective virus killed from the inside for the next two years.

The next year that followed was a year of peace as the people of the world began to rebuild and try to come together. The changing of the year however, showed a backwards movement in progress. In the year 2008 a group of power hungry men, stationed in the Middle Eastern part of the world, decided to try and take advantage of the weakened people. The war that followed, spread throughout the Eastern hemisphere, killing over 200 million.

The year 2010 nearly marked a nuclear war as well as fighting on US soil. It was halted by something far worse. First contact was marked: 1010 hours on the 10th day of the 10th month, 10 years after the turning of the millennium. A race known as "Geist" invaded Earth. They were human like in appearance, but thats were the similarities stop. There language as well as there interaction with each other was primitive at best. They had a strange ability, however, they could infect a human. The human became a host for another Geist. They used this ability to gain a strong foothold on Earth, infecting much of the defending forces. They began to cleanse the World of humans for the next 5 years. Causing countless to die as well as become part of the invading force.

Humanity's need to survive is strong. Rumor as spread across the globe of an underground movement starting in Germany. This is one shimmer of hope among all the destruction.

The other is a new found power returning to the people of Earth. People scattered across the beaten planet have begun to develop powers. Some having minor ones, others seeming to have God like abilities. Most users try to stay hidden, as most places they are forbidden. People are scared, fearing the power users my be inline with the Geist. This thought has seeded because there are Geist who have also shown the ability to do things as well. Hinting at that there may be a connection between them and the new found abilities. This is dismissed however, do to the fact that power users began to emerge around 2003, 12 years before First Contact.

Our story is seen through the eyes of a 17 year old by the name of Kamon Miles. He has discovered his abilities within the last few years, but at a price.


((i shall add to it i feel needed. any comments would be great. so i can get an idea of what to add)

  • 07.26.2007 8:04 PM PDT
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Chapter I
section I


Waking up did two things for me, the first being the better of the two. Opening my eyes took me away from the nightmares that had begun to accompany my sleep. It started occurring again just a couple weeks ago. The second brought me as close to my nightmares as I could get, without falling asleep that is. My first visions of the day as I woke up where always the same. My eyes met a dull ceiling quickly followed by a dull wall. A bank just didn’t seem to hold the same comfort a regular home brought. My friends and I had been forced to take refuge in our town bank when the Geist attacked us.

The Geist were an invading force. They have been on Earth for the last five years and we still don’t know where they came from, or there reason for being here. We first made contact with them in 2010. They were immediately considered hostile. They crash-landed in a field somewhere in Germany. They instantly took action, killing many civilians as well as countless military personnel. Fears were set at an all time high when reports started pouring in about the aliens infecting and taking over people they had attacked. From there it’s what one might say as “history”.

Seconds after I took in the bleached, white ceiling sirens began to wail. I knew exactly what was going on. After the last attack my friend Lance had built and set up varying kinds of sensors on all the roads leading in and out of the town. These particular ones were stationed on the road running north and south. I only knew this because another friend of mine, Punk Radmon, suggested we give each set a different siren sound. It was a brilliant idea really, made for easy identification.

I willed my self to sit up and turn upon my cot. People were already scurrying around the lobby. We had brought the remaining population of the town to the bank. Unfortunately we had enough room. Out of our small town of 950 there was only twenty, twenty-five. The main lobby was the sleeping area, behind the counter we had made a makeshift kitchen, and everywhere else was fair game.

”Kamon, it’s the north sensors. Lance hasn’t been able to figure out what it is yet.” That was me, Kamon. The origins of the name are unknown to me, and it will stay that way. My family was all lost to me. My brothers were the first to die in this living hell. I was seven years old when the virus broke out in the ’05. My brothers contracted the virus, being three years and four years old it was an act of God that they lasted till the next year. My mother was never the same after that lost. It only got worse when my father was pulled back into the service in ’09. The president had some how reinstated the draft. He was killed only three months into his term of service. Mother nearly lost all sanity when the men came to the door, removed there hats and asked to be let in. As if our life as well as countless others weren’t messed up enough, we were invaded in 2010. My sister was spending the day with a friend in Chicago. That morning my mother had felt bad, not so keen on the idea of her going. IN the end she gave in, something my mother beat herself up over until her own death. Our town split into two parties after an incident regarding me. They tried taking me away from my mother. I did my best to protect her and defend myself. My mother, Alexa Miles, was killed in cold blood in 2014.

My thoughts must have been written on my face, for my good friend mentioned them. ”The others are up above. Do not worry, they can’t kill us that easy.” He was the closest thing I had to family. Brute had lost his family due to the events as well. He had lost his father the same year I lost my brothers, but it was for a whole different reason. The gun he carried around with him everywhere, a Benelli Nova shotgun, spoke for what happened. It still had his father’s blood stained upon the casing. He had gone crazy when had contracted the virus, killing Brute’s mother but getting shot by his son. ”Alright, Volk. Meet you there in a few.” I never called him by his first name, only his last. Brute merely brought pain to his face, for it was a reminder of his father.


  • 07.26.2007 10:39 PM PDT
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lol, nothing to do with Halo at all but its freaking awsome man, one thing thats a bit... odd. if these Geist are so savage towards eachother, how on earth did they band together to make a interstellar spaceship nd not killeachother while inside it? :S

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  • 07.26.2007 10:45 PM PDT
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haha, just cuz they are savage to each other doesn't mean they can't band together. look at treaties made across history, hell look at the Brutes

  • 07.26.2007 10:53 PM PDT
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true, lol, so tell me more detail what they look like, theyre humanoid, but r they the same skin texture? hair in the same places? same arm/leg length ratio?

P.S. look at my new thoughts thread, i rly wanna discuss it

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  • 07.26.2007 10:55 PM PDT
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There needs to be pictures to accompany the story.

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i have been working on stuff, i have a map in the works. as well as some small stuff. i can only do one thing at a time, write or draw.

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Chapter I
Section II


Upstairs the signs of the past months of living weren’t quite as noticeable. A random box, crumpled up candy bar wrapped, or even a forgotten blanket was replaced by computers and ammunition boxes. Anytime someone needed Lance for something, he could be found here. The short time that I have known him, he has always had an uncanny ability with computers. Some even say it’s not natural. ”Lance, I need to know what is going on.” I was not at all pleased that the sensors were going off again. If it was Geist activity that set it off, things were going to get hot. The last three weeks there movements had greatly increased. They must be planning something… my thoughts were interrupted by the words of Lance. ”I can’t be sure what it was. It wasn’t in the line long enough to be scanned.” Things weren’t adding up.

Radmon decided to pitch his thoughts next, ”Perhaps, it was just a dog or something. I mean I don’t feel anything.” The last comment would have made no sense to anyone out side of the room. Punk seemed to have been given a gift, or he was just damned lucky. Our friend could somehow foretell any movement made by the enemy, no matter the size. He had never failed us before. Lance went against what he said. ”It couldn’t have been a dog. The sensors are to high.” Before anyone else could speak he added, ”Not a bird either, they move way to quickly. Besides, it isn’t a sweep, it’s a single beam that is the trip for the things.”

I began to question Punk, perhaps he was wrong. That or he wasn’t telling us something. I shook me head, trying to get thoughts like that out of my head. I couldn’t think like that; it would only weaken our bonds. ”Alright, Punk, get down stairs and tell people to start packing. Nothing major, only what they need.” I turned to Lance, whom was still working on the data. ”Lance, pack what ever it is that you need. Computer towers, monitors, hard drives, what ever. We need to move. If they are coming, the middle of town isn’t going to be a good spot to be.” Before I got a chance to look at Volk, he spoke. ”I’ll get the truck ready.” He was halfway down the stairs and always one step ahead of me.

Looking out the windows, I found myself alone. So many memories, I thought. It had been a good place to grow up in. If it weren’t for all the hell being brought to the Earth it sure would have been better. The scenery was nice, even after all the fighting. Only hindered by a thin column of smoke, it was still being blown across town from the landing in the park. It had happened well over a month ago, but the flames still burned. Before I got wrapped up in thinking too much, I moved.

The lobby was full of movement; everyone had obviously listened to Punk when he told them to pack. While walking towards the garage I over heard a few people talking. A small child was sitting on top of his things, refusing to move. ”But MOM. I don’t want to leave. I like it here.” His mother continued to hurry as she spoke. Soft but firm she stated, ”Come now. You have seen what has been happening. We need to be safe, and moving is safe.” She reached down to grab the blanket he was sitting on, but he still refused to budge. She told him to do so but he still refused.

A snake, the color of a shadow you might see beneath a car, began to make its way toward the boy. His mother noticed it and stopped tugging on the piece of cloth. She looked at her son as if to say, “I warned you.” The thick thing slinked forward and began to silently wrap it self around the waste of the boy. It lifted the boy up, allowing for his mother to take the blanket. ”Thank you, Kamon. He just isn’t listening these days.” I controlled the appendage to set the boy down. He turned, wide eyed, toward me. ”Why are we leaving?” It was a simple question, but the answer wasn’t. ”We must be safe, just as your mother said. Besides, it is getting a little crowded here. We must find a bigger place.” I smiled down at him. He was young and didn’t know what was truly going on. If he were lucky, he would make it through the moving of locations.


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  • 07.27.2007 6:31 AM PDT
Subject: XxLoneWolf7xX's Fan-Fic: Chapter I, Section III
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ok here it is. tryin to build a little suspense so its kinda short


Chapter 1
Section III


Finding Volk in the garage was easy. Before walking over to him, I took in the scene. The parking area was two stories tall, built for the bank and the food court next door. The top was mostly for use by the employees of either and the bottom for the customers. The south section of the bottom, however, was used for the bank. Volk was next to a truck near the bank ATM. He had the hood up and was checking it out. My close friend was a very skilled mechanic; it was no surprise that he was making final checks.

”Volk, you ready to go?”

He moved a bit too quickly, bumping his head on the hood. I could hear him pick a couple choice words under his breath.

”Yea, I’m ready. Saddle up man.”

It only took a couple seconds to get onto the main road.

”Alright, head to my house. That’s where Lance set the sensors. Lets not worry about the others for now, we have too much to worry about.”

We stopped outside my house, noticing nothing out of the ordinary. Volk moved around the house to check the sensor, while I made my way to what remained of my home. There wasn’t much left of it, merely the basement and foundation. My family and I had joked about it staying up against anything; I guess we had never counted on the Geist. There were a few charred inside wall studs left and there were even a few holes in the floor. I reminded myself to be careful for the floors were unstable.

I looked over to see Volk give me the thumbs up, ”I reset it and downloaded the information straight. It might help.”

I opened my mouth to reply that I found nothing, but found myself at a loss for words. I was slowly moving down. The floor beneath me was sagging, I tried to jump but it made it worse. Falling, I hit the basement floor with a thud.

Shafts of light were peaking through varies parts of the ground level floor. Casting eerie shadows across the scattered debris. A shadow seemed to move of it’s own accord in a far corner. I cursed myself; I had left my gear back at the bank. Looking around I found a two by four with a charred and pike like end. I tossed it back and forth between my hands as I moved forward. There was another flash as something moved to my right. I nearly lost it when boards fell from the movement of a rat. Cursing at myself, I slowed and calmed my breathing. Then I heard very heavy breathing, but it wasn’t my own.

My mind began to race, there wasn’t suppose to be anyone in the town. Stopping completely something crossed my thoughts. Why didn’t I do that before I even moved down here, I thought. Reaching out with my abilities, I could feel disturbances in the shadows that covered everything. The rat was the farthest corner to my right, along with 3 spiders. A mouse, with three little ones was in a pile of charred lumber behind me. I nearly freaked when a large being blocked my sense of the mice. It was a Geist. Slowly I walked forward, hoping to not show that I knew he was there. Upon further thought, I realized he was just a scout. Very low armor, making him much smaller then the other ones. I felt his him muscles tense as he brought his weapon level with the ground his finger moving towards the trigger to squeeze a round off and into my back.

  • 07.29.2007 11:52 AM PDT
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Very... suspenseish. When's the next part?

  • 07.30.2007 8:56 AM PDT
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should be soon

as soon as i can kick me bro off the comp that has all my stuff

  • 07.30.2007 12:19 PM PDT
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should be a couple hours at most

now i have been toying with the idea of making a RP group based off of this, would anyone be interested??

  • 07.31.2007 1:13 PM PDT
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sorry for the long wait, multiple problems i have had to deal with
anyway here we go

Chapter I
Section IV

My eyes began to burn. I was angry with myself for letting something like this to happen. Lucky for me, he was completely bathed in shadow. A rough scream erupted from behind me, as the creature’s finger was crushed by the lack of light. As I compressed the shadow, the area around him became fuzzy and inconsistent. He, if you could call it that, coughed as he was squeezed. Turning completely around allowed me to control the shadow with even more accuracy. Extending my right hand out, I began to twist my fingers. The movements compressed the shadow further, creating bonds around the thing’s hands and feet. Letting the pressure release a bit, allowed for closer inspection of the Geist’s face. It was true that we had encountered ones before this, but we had never been able to actually look at one this close. His face had the same shape as that of a human’s, though the skin seemed to have pulled tight. It’s cheek bones were close to breaking through the skin, the cartilage was gone from its nose. It didn’t even seem to have eyes. Without realizing it, I had begun to creep closer, reaching out my left hand to touch it.

“ETPUO YO OSIM RAEP LRYF. MDET REVHAR SUEENAY SSHD UADELA OLDI. EFV NTSEEE RMI EO EHTF HEOA TNCD CETCBAHH.” Quickly retracting my hand, I began to shudder. Every word, letter, seemed to drill into my very bones. His mouth had not moved an inch while he “spoke”. As he seemed to echo the letters, I realized there was a very thin cloth wrapped around his head. Cover where his eyes should have been. With every breath, the cloth moved as if stirred by a breeze. Coughing, the things continued. This time with a very different tone in its words. “EON TPNTE WK IECLRST SG IOXLTTUOHTAN. MFBNIO HE FWR OH TEEESUF RUESOO CMI RN NO.” His voice held much anger, even resentment.
“I will never join you.” The words left my mouth with out my consent. I had no idea what he was saying; yet it sounded familiar. My thoughts were thrown back towards reality as more of the creature’s letters rattle my bones.

With a deafening and bone-numbing roar, “AEDO DYUR,” we spawned from the being before me. Breaking from my cage of shadow, he rushed me. The dark light that was moments ago under my control, flooded back to its original place, plunging the area further into black. A rough shoulder soon hit me near the neck. I was knocked back, tripping over a broken chair and landing on the remains of a computer. I grabbed a chunk of the hardware and threw it at my new foe. It bounced off his chest, pissing him off and bringing forth more words.

He stopped but a foot before me, bending over to pick up the piece of wood I had earlier. The Geist plunged forward without thought, allowing me to roll to the side with ease. Stopping myself with my right arm, I swung my feet to the left and kicked. The thing was surprisingly light. He landed in a heap against the wall. Getting up slowly, I again reached out to gather the shadows. I worked quickly for I didn’t know how stable the floor was above me. Once a small pike had been made, I decided to act. It floated a few inches above my palm. Slowly I brought my right arm back, much like a pitcher. Extending forward, I let it go. Much to my displeasure, it never hit its mark. A rupture of light had appeared where my new friend had stood before.

Self-implosion. At least that’s what Lance called it. It happened every time a Geist soldier lost contact with it weapons for a period of time. We hadn’t figured out how long it was, since it varied. However, the destruction followed by each blast was always the same. It let out a strong burst of pure light energy then sucked in everything within 3 feet of it, then exploded out. The burst of light had destroyed the shadow pike I had created as well as made me a bit weak kneed. A couple seconds later, the explosion followed sending me into the wall behind me. I would have been fallen to unconsciousness if it had not been for a piece of drywall falling from the ceiling.

My exit up the stairs was blocked. What had been left of them was now destroyed thanks to the Geist weapon. There was no one I was climbing back up the hole either; the entire ceiling was now unstable. I pulled my self up hoping there was a way out. Leaning to the right found me my answer. It seemed the window wells in the basement hadn’t caved in or been blocked by anything, or at least not the one I was now standing in front of. It was a great way out, but the window proved to be a hassle. It didn’t want to open. Twirling my right hand around in the air, I brought forth some shadow to aid in breaking the glass. My hands were beginning to shake, making my tries to break it double. Crawling up and out, embracing the light never felt so good.

Volk came running around the corner of the house. He stopped in front of me, hands on his knees and panting. “Volk, what is it? The house is lost now, but I doubt we would have found anything in there.” He shook his head violently side-to-side. He tried to talk, but nothing came. Instead he thrust the walkie-talkie at me. I tried to calm my mind and think of what to say into it, “Ok guys, what happened?”

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