Running Fan Fiction...

[JenGe]

OK, this is something that I've been wanting to do for a while but it just didn't fit right on the main board. I've seen it done on other forums and think it would be fun to try it here. I can always delete it if it doesn't work.

Here is how it goes...someone (me) starts the story with a sentence, a paragraph, or several paragraphes (no more than three or four) then abrubly stops, someone else picks up the story from there and continues and does the same...

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Grammaton Cleric, John Preston looks out at the gray landscape stretched before him contemplating...

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Now some else takes it from there...write a sentence or paragraph(s) to fit it then leave it open for the next person. (note you don't need to recopy what I wrote but you can if you want.)

[Father]

Grammaton Cleric, John Preston looks out at the gray landscape stretched before him contemplating...
In the background, Father's voice recitating his ever going speech : freedom - peace - prozium, but Preston barely hears it, when suddenly...

[StarDancer]

a scream is heard from below. With his acute senses coming on full alert, Preston hurries down the concrete steps. What was the reason behind the sound of such emotion? Surely it was a sense offense if some kind. Or was it?

[Coolhand]

Preston tears out of the building and into the bitter Librian night, eyes searching for the source of the screams. And though he finds no Offender, his eyes come to rest on a single object on the smooth pavement. An envelope, stained with fresh blood.

[JenGe]

In the moonlight the scarlet blood glistens against the contrast of the white paper but John Preston pays no attention to this...no emotion...no sentiment... just facts. What do the regulations say?? Wait for the evidentiary team?? No, as a Grammaton Cleric, First Class, Preston is invested with the authority to begin the investigation himself.

The blood soaked envelope lifts with only minor resistance from the dew covered pavement. Preston steadily, methodically, takes in a breath of the crisp, pre-dawn air without notice and turns the envelope over...

[Twistin_in_the_Wind]

And his name is written on it, barely legible under the blood. He picks it up, and runs his fingers over the white paper.

[Father]

'Cleric John Preston', the elegant letters make Preston asume it's written by a woman's hand. Being aware of a potential danger he decide to put the envelop in his pocket, somehow - there is still somebody around- he just knows it.

[Coolhand]

Preston senses the presence, his years of Grammaton training kicking in like an electrical surge. He spins, ejecting a pistol and thusting it out at the darkness of the allyway.
"Don't move." he tells a shadow that can barely be seen.
The voice that replies is cool, but contains a palpable sense of meance.
"If I was you Cleric, I'd burn that letter. Unless of course, you enjoy reading a pack of lies."

[StarDancer]

A icy rain starts to fall and Preston stuffs the envelope into his pocket. Analysis would come later, now there was a bigger dilemma. Instinctively, he aims his pistol on target.

"Walk out... slowly. You have only one chance to comply. Only one."

[Trinity]

His guns ready, John stands to do battle with the man behind the voice. But wait, is it friend or foe?

[Shadowfinder]

The man behind John points his gun on his head,and suddenly shots.John makes a quick dodge and turns behind seeing a darkcoated man,again pointing at his head.Cleric Preston unlocks his guns,and wait for the fail of the enemy.Enemy also takes out his second gun .That are standing inmovable,and then Cleric Preston makes his move ponitng his guns at the enemy and starting to shoot at him,and suddenly enemy did a dodge similiar to gun kata system!Surprised Preston repeated his attack but the enemy did the same system of dodges,making himself impossible to kill.Enemy started to shoot back with his 2 guns set to automatic fire power,just like Clerc used Sidearm.John made a few dodges,and made an evasion from bullet that could graze his neck.Preston also set his sidearms for auto fire mode.The whole battle was remarkable.It was perfect system of attacks and dodges with such precission you have never seen.Enemy dodged whole serie of attack from Preston to reload his guns,when he was almost done Preston put his gun on enemy's forehead.Enemy did a really fast dodge so Preston didnt hit him,he took a new gun instead these what he have lost when he was doing a dodge.He made a great mistake,he made a position to shoot Preston and avoid firing back,he pulled the trigger.....but the guns didnt fire...The same moment he had a bullet in his brain,shotten from Prestons gun...The enemy forgot to unlock his gun in the fervor of battle,and that was his great mistake..
Preston started to walk to the body...he was thinking "Who was he?And why he knew the Gun Kata system so good?"
When he came to the body,he looked at the face....

[StarDancer]

Preston's eyebrows raised ever so slightly. He didn't recognize the man in cleric's uniform and he knew everyone. The fact that the dead man underestimated a move and was killed meant something. A trainiee? Perhaps. John had been busy lately, but no. A trainee wouldn't be sent out in full unform. John kneeled to make a closer inspection and and his eyebrow raised further. As he knelt, the head slid to the side, rain sliding off the softly contoured face.

A woman!

[Shadowfinder]

The enemy was a young,dark coated woman.Her suit was the uniform of the Grammaton Cleric First Class...Then why did she fall so easily.?
Preston heard a car coming.A black limo stopped,and the door opened...
"Nice time for a walk Cleric"-said Brandt
"What happened here Cleric"-Brandt countinued
"Suddenly,I have found a latter addressed to myself..and someone atacked me..He..I mean she had Cleric Uniform of First Class,but I managed to defeat her.I took all data that is needed to investigate this case.So let's go"-said Preston
"Cleric,whats about that envelope?Wont you let to the evidentiary officer take care of it?"-asked Brandt
"They can lose the proves,I will take care of it by myself"-answered Preston,and entered the car.
The two Clerics were gone into the falling mist.
The morning of following day.
"Dad,wake up."-little Robbie said to John
"Ah,thank you son,whats the racket?"
"Cleric Brandt is waiting for you in the car,he said he have the results of authpsy of your enemy that you killed yesterday"-Robbie answered smoothly
"Thank you son,i am on my way"
John did his morning toilet and took his prozium dose,and went to meet Brandt.
"Greetings Cleric"-said Brandt
"Greetings"-answered Preston
"We are going to see the doctors,they have analysis of the enemy you killed"
When they reached the place they met the doctors who gave them the results..They started to read.
"Fluids more than normal...analisys say,that this person was a Sense Offender.Her fluids makes us sure of it"
"Sense Offender"-noded John."Then why a Sese Offender Cleric of First Class wasnt doomed to be burned?"
"They didnt have time to capture her"-answered Brandt
"Then why she attacked me?"
"You are uncompromising,you could destroy the Underground"
"I know...I know why she fell so easily.."-said John"Have you ever heard of fear Cleric?"
"Yes"-said Brandt
"It makes human organism to forget learned actions,or even make hm imovable in higher states...Thats why she forgot to unlock her guns..."

[Coolhand]

Fear. The great emotional weakness that led to hate, violence and bigotry. Preston rememberd the dogma well from his Political Science studies in the monestery. It had almost been humankinds downfall, and it had lead to the death of this mystery Cleric as well. He'd have to get her name from the archives, find out who she was, why she'd forsaken the dose.
And then, Preston rememberd the letter in his pocket, the one that this Sense Offending Cleric hadn't wanted him to read. He checked to ensure that Brandt wasn't looking, then quietly slipped the blooded envalope from his pocket, black gloved fingers easing open the glue. He removed the folded paper, opened it up...
Ten seconds later, Preston knew that if it hadn't been for Prozium, his jaw would be dropping in an intense emotional response. The letter was from...

[MAX]

Father!

[StarDancer]

Preston read the letter again, still unable to believe what it said.

"At all costs, attempt to kill Cleric John Preston. He is a traitor and must be destroyed.

This will be your first assignment, Cleric Cruz, and it is a tough one. If you are successful, promotions will follow."

Father.

[ManufracturedSociety]

Hatred and revenge would normally reside in Preston's heart, mind, and soul but prozium runs through his veins not Life. He looks at his annoculations with an emotionless gaze. "Decisions need to be made..."

[Coolhand]

It didn't make sense. Why would Father want to kill him, the most loyal Cleric the order had ever known?
And why would he send a Sense-Offening Cleric to do it?
Preston shakes his head and looks over to Brandt. The man is still occupied with paper work and the processing of Sense Offenders.
Preston needs answers. And he knows where to get them.
"I have something to attend to." he throws casualy in Brandt's direction. "I'll return soon."
As he walkes away, Preston swears he can feel Brandts eyes follow him out. And as Preston walks down the teeming streets of Libria, he comes to realise that he is being followed.

[StarDancer]

"You know, Preston. You need to be more careful, your feelings are showing."

Preston spun around and looked at Dupont who was, smiling blithely as usual.

"My feelings, sir?"
"Yes," Dupont replied. "Feelings. You know, them?"
"My dose has been regular," was all John would say as he faced DuPont.

"And an excellent cleric you are. Did you know, in the days of old when kings and queens ruled the lands, that ritual beheadings were often performed, complete with placing the severed head on a pike and parading it around town to discourage ill behavior?"

"No, sir. I wasn't aware of it."

"Father has been thinking of reviving the practice. What do you think of that?"

Preston thought for a moment and simply replied, "Barbaric."

"Indeed barbaric, but I think it grand." DuPont flexed his fingers, then relaxed, staring intensely at Preston.

"I have something you need to see. Come to my office tomorrow before you report to duty."

Preston watched as DuPont turned and walked towards the white car that had been conspicuously waiting for. As Brandt and DuPont drove off, Preston resumed his duties with a cool eye. The body of the woman had been taken care of while he had been occupied. Perhaps a trip to the morgue was appropriate at this point.

[ClericMike]

Preston's requested car arrived at the front of the Third Councilliary Building, the center of Libria. The driver of the car exited, and waved Preston over. Preston walked over to the driver's side of the car.

"You're forty-eight seconds late."

"I apologize, Cleric. Last minute repairs."

"Good day."

"Good day, sir."

Preston drove away. He began to think of that night he was attacked. The two were at very close quarters at points. If prozium was not in his system, he would have felt surprised that this adversary had almost got the better of him. This thought immediately transitioned to the other time he had ended a life in the Nether. When he executed Partridge. He would have given it more thought, but he arrived at the Libria Morgue, and needed to stay on task.

The breath-like sound of his door seemed to be louder than usual. The exhale as the door closed seemed to be slightly quieter.

After showing his identification to the Sentry at the front door, he entered the building. What faced him was a long white hallway. There was a single white door at the end. Just before the door shut, he thought he heard the metallic clack-clack of a gun being readied. It might have been his imagination. He brushed it off and started down the hallway.

With every step, he began to feel a certain sublime uneasiness that kept increasing. Perhaps his dose was beginning to wear off. However, this did not supress his uneasiness. It felt as if he was about to be in some kind of danger. The cold steel of his guns pressed against the inside of his forearms began to warm. He felt ready to fight.

As he approached the door, his watch beeped. It was time for his afternoon interval. He began to fumble in his pockets for his dilevery system, however, it was nowhere to be found. he began to worry. He thought again about his battle with the female cleric. They were in such close quarters, perhaps she had stolen it. No worry, though. her personal effects were not yet destroyed. Even if it was lost, he could always go to Equilibrium and get another one. He swallowed back his worry, but his uneasiness remained, larger than ever. The feel of his guns were as familiar as ever.

Cautiously, Preston opened the door...

[bestwi]

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