My terrible mistake, I missed the "FanFiction" fourm in the creative writing area. Could a mod or staffmember kindly move this to there, if that is where it belongs? Thank you.
This is a make over of my last fan fic of the same name and story, but with better grammar and photos to enhance the feeling. The story is finished, but will take a wee time to upload it all into this thread and to make sure it all fits and such.
Right then, this is like my very first fan fiction I wrote, that happens to be a cross over! So, just be a bit gentle with this and let me know if there's a problem. Anyways, the story...
Index:
Its pretty much a sequel to a movie I made called "Unreal", which is a bit based off the Video Game by Epic Games. This is a cross over with characters and such from that story, and with characters and such from Kingdom Hearts series. Hope you all enjoy.
Chapter 1
Island 51: September-14-2026
In one of the teleporter rooms, which is now half blew open and is slowly being consumed by plant life, one of the teleporters suddenly starts to spark to life as some of the remaining computers slowly hummed to life, and then glowed slightly through the ivy as the teleporter suddenly started to activate, a small bluish portal appearing in it as it swirled for a few seconds. And then, it suddenly, and slowly changed into a dark purplish color as it stopped swirling and instead started to grow as it stretched out of the teleporter so it seemed large enough for a person to come in and out of it. And then, almost as quickly as it appeared, a figure emerged from the portal, a tall figure about 6.4 feet tall. He wore flowing robes of black and dark red, as well as a black turban with a gold stripe across it and a red feather standing in front of it. His eyes were brownish orange as he had a small black goatee and an expressionless face. And in his right hand, he held a staff with the design of a Cobra on top with red ruby eyes.
At first, he looked around the area, looking at the environments and such as he stepped away from the dark portal as it instantly disappeared into nothing. He walked towards one of the computers, looking down at it as he wiped his finger across it, collecting the dust on it as he wiped it off on a vine wrapping around a monitor. This was Jafar, a former royal vizier who worked for a Sultan in a different world, one far from Earth, and is now a powerful sorcerer. He stepped out of the room and into the jungle area as he slowly trenched through it, the only sounds he could hear were the birds in the trees and the wind brushing against his robe and the trees above. When he finally exited the jungle, he found himself on the beach, looking out towards the ocean.
"Something has happened here...In this world. This Jungle, the ruins, they have a dark taint to them. Perhaps I can find who did this..."
He said as he turned around and made his way back to the room he was in before. When he got back, he saw the computers were still running and two monitors remained active, one had a large crack though. He looked at them; he never had such machines in his world, but knew an easy way to figure them out. He aimed his hand at them and they suddenly became fully active as a large 51 logo appeared on the monitors.
"Machines, explain to me what has happened here."
Jafar demanded as the computers hummed a little more loudly and a bar appeared on the monitor as it slowly filled up from left to right. When it was finished, it showed what seemed to be footage of events that happened before the Facility blew up. Men in some sort of brown body armor were shooting weapons that fired a beam of red energy at what seemed to be another group of fully armored men in black who fired weapons that shot projectiles. He hasn’t seen weapons like these before, they must be the main weapons of this world. He continued watching as what seemed to be a large figure in dark green appeared on screen as another man in a black leather trench coat with what seemed to be black goggles on his face appeared as well. They then started to fight in hand to hand combat, both seeming to match the other's moves.
"Brutal...Yet fascinating."
Just then, the teleporter started up once more and the dark one appeared in the same place. Jafar turned his attention towards it as he looked at it as he heard a faint scream become louder as he recognized it. He then watched as what seemed to be a small, red parrot fly out of the portal, screaming as it landed on the metal floor and in front of Jafar's feet. It suddenly coughed as he used its wings to stand up on its feet as it surprisingly brushed its self off.
"It’s about time you got here, Iago..."
"Oh, thanks for the warm welcome, Jafar. What, I only had to be thrown into that portal so I could --" The Parrot said, before being cut off by Jafar.
"Sshhh!”
Jafar shushed as he turned his attention back to the screen as Iago looked at it as well, flying up and perching himself on Jafar's right shoulder. By now, both figures were fighting on what seemed to be a moving transportation. They watched for another few minutes until the one in the coat launched what seemed to be a rocket of sorts at the armored one as he went to his knees, screaming as he died.
"Geez, who are these guys? Never seen anyone like them before..." Iago said.
"We're about to find out..."
Jafar spoke as he waved his hands in front of the computers again as they went back to the 51 logo.
"Tell me now, Machines. Who were those two?"
The monitor went back to the bar as it filled up again and this time, the one in green armor appeared on screen as he rotated around and a small bio of sorts appeared in front of him.
After that appeared, the screen faded away and the figure in the coat appeared on screen as he rotated around as well as his bio appeared on the screen.
"Hmmm...This Rick Mulluns seems to be the one responsible here, and is still alive. Perhaps he could be of some use to us as we search for our objective."
"And what makes you think that he will want to help us? If he wasted that other guy, think what he could to us if we cross him!"
"He is a Mercenary, Iago. And like all mercenaries, they can be persuaded to help if you...make it worth their while, whether it be money, power, women, or what not..."
Jafar then turned his attention towards the monitor once more and waved his hand by the monitor as it once again returned to the 51 logo.
"Now Machines, show me the location of this Mercenary, so that I may seek him out..."
Jafar spoke as the monitor shifted through various screens until it showed a picture of the entire world on the screen. It then displayed that Jafar was on a Island somewhere out in the Pacific, but was quite a distance away from any other land. It then pin pointed to an area in Europe that was where the mercenary was located at the moment.
"That’s where he is, it seems. We better find him, before he moves on to a different location then. Come, Iago, we must make pace..."
Jafar said, making his way towards the teleporter as the dark one appeared in its place again. This time though, Jafar stepped through it with Iago on his arm and disappeared in it as the portal then disappeared once more into nothing.
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Chapter 2
France, Europe. September-14-2026
One of the local dance clubs in France seemed crowded that night, couples going to have a good time, teens sneaking out to party with their friends, a perfect place to lay low or to relax. Though, it was also a good place to do certain business without others such as Police knowing. In one of the VIP areas of the club, a man in his middle 30's wearing a rather expensive purple suit sits at a table with two men at his side wearing sunglasses. He had a glass of the finest wine the club had to offer as he was waiting for someone. He looked at the bracelet on his hand, a rather expensive one as he took a sip of his wine as two figures approached the table. One looked like a business man wearing glasses and was carrying a case while the other was a man in his late 20's in a black leather trench coat and had black goggles over his eyes.
"Ah, at last, we meet 'The' Rick Mulluns. Please, both of you, sit..." the man at the table said as Mulluns and his associate sat at the table, on the opposite side of the man.
"May I offer you some of our finest wine?" He said politely.
"I don’t drink on the job..." Mulluns said calmly.
"A clean thinker? I already like you!"
"Skip it, Cortez. Let’s get down to business..." Mulluns said bluntly.
"How...blunt. Very well, let’s get down to business then."
"You have the merchandise?" Mulluns asked.
"You have the greens?" Cortez asked.
Mulluns turned to his associate and nodded as he lifted his suitcase and placed it on the table, flipping the little cogs on it so the numbers would match the code set into them. Five Seven Four. That was the code he set as the case clicked and was unlocked. The Associate then lifted the case lid open and turned it around so Cortez could see the contents. Through Cortez's eyes, he could see about a dozen wads of one hundred dollar bills together in the case.
"It’s all there. Now that I kept my end, show me my merchandise..."
Cortez smiled as he reached down to reach for the case and pulled it up as he placed it on the table. When he fiddled with it and managed to unlock it, he opened it and turned it so Mulluns could see what it contained. Inside, there were two silver .45 Caliber pistols with laser sights under them and four clips resting next to each gun.
"Two 'Special' 45. Caliber pistols with laser sighting and armor piercing bullets in 16 round clips. Beautiful Weapons. One Hundred fifty thousand dollars."
"It’s a deal."
Mulluns said as he pushed the case with money forward as Cortez pushed his case forward with the weapons, both men getting what they want. Just then, the phone on the man left to Cortez started ringing as he looked at it and then answered it.
"Yes...What?!......Shit..."
"What is it?" Cortez asked.
"Police outside, there entering now..." The man said.
Just then, Mulluns snapped open his case, grabbed one of his pistols and loaded one of the clips into it, then he did the same to the other as he started to shuffle the clips into his coat pockets.
"I take it our business in concluded?" Cortez said, standing and looking for the emergency exit.
Mulluns turned to his associate. "Let’s move..."
His associate nodded and upholstered a pistol of his own from his shirt as one of the bartenders in the club was talking to some police, pointing to the direction of the table the deal was going down at. By now though, the table was empty. Mulluns and his associate were running down a hall as they just entered a Staff only door and were looking for an exit of any sign. Behind them were Cortez and his goons, but were quite behind. By now, he could hear the door far behind him burst open and the Police were probably marching in and now behind them. Cortez wasn’t his concern though, since he already got his weapons, he wasn’t needed anymore and was on his own.
"This is the Police! Do not move!" Mulluns heard behind him, but kept on running as he suddenly heard several gunshots ring off seconds after the officer yelled at him. As he kept running, he could hear one of the bullets hitting someone and Cortez screaming as he apparently was shot. At this point, Mulluns spotted a exit in front of him and made a dash for it, hearing his associate scream as he too was shot. He charged the door, ramming it open with his shoulder as it burst open and was finally outside. He looked around quickly and saw he was in a back alley, away from his car and only fast exit out of the area. He didn’t have time to think and just ran down the alleyway, turning left down another as he heard the police close behind him. He would prefer not to shoot them, but he would and possibly kill them if needed.
As he headed down an alleyway, a police car pulled up in front of it, forcing Mulluns to turn around and head down yet another. Behind him, he could hear the doors of the cars opening and the police chasing after him. Ahead, he saw an opening at the end of another alleyway as he sprinted down it, reaching the end of it quickly, only to find it a dead end. He knew this was it, he drew his new pistols, and backed against a wall, ready to ambush the police when they arrived. He didn’t want to kill any law enforcements, but he wasn’t going to go to Prison.
As he heard the foot steps approaching fast, he heard a whistle from behind him. He turned around, and saw a person in dark armor with a helmet and gas mask that covered his whole head behind him, near a sliding door in a wall, waving for him to come over. Mulluns knew this would be his best chance, and while it might be a trap, he would be ready for it. He dashed over to the opening and into the nearby building as the stranger closed the secret door, seconds before the police outside arrived. Inside the building, there were metal crates with strange symbols on them, as well as the place was lit up with some old lamps that appeared to be hanging on the ceiling. After he was done looking around, Mulluns turned his attention towards the one who helped him.
Author Note: Image from DeviantArt.
"What is this place? Why have you helped me?"
"This place...is our hide out. We have been tracking you for several hours now..." The stranger said in a rather raspy voice.
”We?”
"Yes, our client would like to meet you. The Law Enforcements...they will not find this place...That, we will make sure of..."
"If...you say so...Where is this Client of yours?"
"In the next room, behind you..."
Without even responding, Mulluns turned around, and left the room, opening the door behind him and entering the next room as the stranger watched. When he was gone, he suddenly went into a crouching position and disappeared into a dark portal that appeared and disappeared in mere seconds, taking him with it as nothing remained behind.
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Chapter 3
Mulluns continued on through the building, seeing more of the mysterious crates and as well as several more men in dark red with masks. Something about them seemed... strange, but he decided not to focus on it, what their business was is their own. Among some of them, they were removing strange equipment from the crates, none he's seen before, as well as several weapons, mostly just swords and assault rifles. They were seemingly setting up some sort of operation as several were speaking to each other through a different language Mulluns couldn’t understand. It didn’t matter; he kept on going, approaching a door with a guard next to it, who spotted Mulluns.
"He is expecting you.....You may enter...."
The guard spoke, watching Mulluns enter, who said nothing. When he entered, it was a somewhat empty room with a chair at the opposite end of him, with Jafar sitting in it with two guards at his side and Iago perched on his right shoulder. Mulluns approached him, but stopped about 6 feet from him, giving them both room.
"Ah, at last, we meet, Mercenary."
"So it seems. I know you wouldn’t have aided me back there for nothing, so what is it you want?"
Jafar laughed a bit at the Mercenary for being so forward towards one such as himself. He rose from his seat, his cobra staff in his hand as he took a step forward.
"My Name is Jafar, that’s all you need to know. And that I have saved you from those law enforcements, and that you now have a debt to pay."
"I could have easily dispatched those cops; I didn’t need the help of you or your men."
"Is that so? Well then, i guess you aren’t who I’m looking for. I suppose someone else will do the job i need done..."
Mulluns raised an eyebrow when Jafar spoke; it was hard for him to turn down a job. And judging by what he's seen so far, this man must be wealthy. He couldn’t resist...
"What Job is that?"
"Interested? Good! Don’t get me wrong, I will pay well for your service, if you complete the job that is..."
"What is the Job? Want someone dead?"
"Not exactly, more like... Something found..."
"A Scavengers hunt. Perfect... What needs to be found?"
Jafar grinned slightly, walking past Mulluns and towards a computer against a wall where one of his henchmen was, working on the computer. A small machine then rose from a hidden panel from the floor between Mulluns and Jafar, and a hologram appeared over it. What it was some sort of tool... or weapon it seemed... It was like a key the size of a sword, but looked like it was made so the end would make a deadly weapon. It was gold and silver colored, like it was made back in the early hundreds, possibly farther back.
Author Note: Keyblade drawn by me via MS Paint.
"This is a Keyblade, an artifact of great worth. Legend is said that long ago, the Keyblade had the power to save the world, but also is said that it has the power to create chaos. Can you imagine its worth? What it could be capable of?"
"Uh-Huh. So you want me to find a giant key?"
"Precisely.”
"I'll need to know where to start looking, as I’m not going to go all over the globe looking cluelessly for something as ridiculous as this. As well as what the payment will be when I retrieve your key for you." Mulluns said.
"Of course." Jafar said, the hologram changing now to an image of Earth, slowly rotating. Jafar approached it, looking at it a little before placing his hand over far north eastern Africa, right where Egypt was. "Right here, in Egypt. I would look out in the dunes, near where the ruins of the long lost civilizations once stood. I'm afraid I can’t be any more specific then this. As for your payment, I can assure you that the rewards for finding me this Key will be most deserved..."
"Fine. If that’s about it, Jafar, then I’ll take my leave for Egypt as soon as I can." Mulluns answered
"One of my Guards can lead you safely out of here, as I suspect the Law Enforcements continue to look for you."
Giving a slight nod, Mulluns left the room where one of the gas masked men was standing and led him out of the room and into a different room. When Jafar was sure that Mulluns was out of their hearing, he went towards the computer as the monitor changed to what seemed to be a almost static focus of something.
"Is the process going smoothly?" Jafar asked, one of the gas masked men appearing on the Monitor. Behind him were more men in masks, as well as the same crates that were in the building Jafar is in now.
"Yes. With the gate now open, we can begin to receive more equipment and supplies from Hollow Bastion. The armored one will soon be prepared." The soldier said.
"Excellent work. Have those Agents from that so called "Organization XII" arrived through yet?"
"Yes. They arrived here within the last hour, and are now currently beginning to track and monitor the Mercenary."
Jafar knew that taking this world wouldn’t be easy, and might take time, but he was patient. He didn’t trust those Nobodies from the Organization, but he knew they were capable of helping him and the other's plans. So long as there personal goals didn’t get in the way of his, everything would be fine, and Earth would be under a new leadership.
This is a make over of my last fan fic of the same name and story, but with better grammar and photos to enhance the feeling. The story is finished, but will take a wee time to upload it all into this thread and to make sure it all fits and such.
Right then, this is like my very first fan fiction I wrote, that happens to be a cross over! So, just be a bit gentle with this and let me know if there's a problem. Anyways, the story...
Index:
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Epilogue
Its pretty much a sequel to a movie I made called "Unreal", which is a bit based off the Video Game by Epic Games. This is a cross over with characters and such from that story, and with characters and such from Kingdom Hearts series. Hope you all enjoy.
A Phillip ***** Fan Fiction presents
Based off the Video Games by Epic Games and Square soft and Disney
Rated Teen for Violence, blood, death, and Language.
Prologue
Much of the facility on the Island was destroyed by the events that happened last year. The labs are now destroyed and is being consumed by plant life from the nearby jungle, all research was lost, all evidence of the work that happened there was lost, as well as many lives. The scientists and security guards working on the Island stripped of there humanity and turned into Cyborgs, all by the hands of a mysterious alien that had crossed over from his world and into ours. He sought to gain complete control of Earth, but was ultimately stopped by a single mercenary. When he and his allies escaped from the Island, the facility exploded, taking everything in it with it. It was believed that all gates to other worlds were closed by the explosion. We were wrong...
Based off the Video Games by Epic Games and Square soft and Disney
Rated Teen for Violence, blood, death, and Language.
Prologue
Much of the facility on the Island was destroyed by the events that happened last year. The labs are now destroyed and is being consumed by plant life from the nearby jungle, all research was lost, all evidence of the work that happened there was lost, as well as many lives. The scientists and security guards working on the Island stripped of there humanity and turned into Cyborgs, all by the hands of a mysterious alien that had crossed over from his world and into ours. He sought to gain complete control of Earth, but was ultimately stopped by a single mercenary. When he and his allies escaped from the Island, the facility exploded, taking everything in it with it. It was believed that all gates to other worlds were closed by the explosion. We were wrong...
Chapter 1
Island 51: September-14-2026
In one of the teleporter rooms, which is now half blew open and is slowly being consumed by plant life, one of the teleporters suddenly starts to spark to life as some of the remaining computers slowly hummed to life, and then glowed slightly through the ivy as the teleporter suddenly started to activate, a small bluish portal appearing in it as it swirled for a few seconds. And then, it suddenly, and slowly changed into a dark purplish color as it stopped swirling and instead started to grow as it stretched out of the teleporter so it seemed large enough for a person to come in and out of it. And then, almost as quickly as it appeared, a figure emerged from the portal, a tall figure about 6.4 feet tall. He wore flowing robes of black and dark red, as well as a black turban with a gold stripe across it and a red feather standing in front of it. His eyes were brownish orange as he had a small black goatee and an expressionless face. And in his right hand, he held a staff with the design of a Cobra on top with red ruby eyes.
At first, he looked around the area, looking at the environments and such as he stepped away from the dark portal as it instantly disappeared into nothing. He walked towards one of the computers, looking down at it as he wiped his finger across it, collecting the dust on it as he wiped it off on a vine wrapping around a monitor. This was Jafar, a former royal vizier who worked for a Sultan in a different world, one far from Earth, and is now a powerful sorcerer. He stepped out of the room and into the jungle area as he slowly trenched through it, the only sounds he could hear were the birds in the trees and the wind brushing against his robe and the trees above. When he finally exited the jungle, he found himself on the beach, looking out towards the ocean.
"Something has happened here...In this world. This Jungle, the ruins, they have a dark taint to them. Perhaps I can find who did this..."
He said as he turned around and made his way back to the room he was in before. When he got back, he saw the computers were still running and two monitors remained active, one had a large crack though. He looked at them; he never had such machines in his world, but knew an easy way to figure them out. He aimed his hand at them and they suddenly became fully active as a large 51 logo appeared on the monitors.
"Machines, explain to me what has happened here."
Jafar demanded as the computers hummed a little more loudly and a bar appeared on the monitor as it slowly filled up from left to right. When it was finished, it showed what seemed to be footage of events that happened before the Facility blew up. Men in some sort of brown body armor were shooting weapons that fired a beam of red energy at what seemed to be another group of fully armored men in black who fired weapons that shot projectiles. He hasn’t seen weapons like these before, they must be the main weapons of this world. He continued watching as what seemed to be a large figure in dark green appeared on screen as another man in a black leather trench coat with what seemed to be black goggles on his face appeared as well. They then started to fight in hand to hand combat, both seeming to match the other's moves.
"Brutal...Yet fascinating."
Just then, the teleporter started up once more and the dark one appeared in the same place. Jafar turned his attention towards it as he looked at it as he heard a faint scream become louder as he recognized it. He then watched as what seemed to be a small, red parrot fly out of the portal, screaming as it landed on the metal floor and in front of Jafar's feet. It suddenly coughed as he used its wings to stand up on its feet as it surprisingly brushed its self off.
"It’s about time you got here, Iago..."
"Oh, thanks for the warm welcome, Jafar. What, I only had to be thrown into that portal so I could --" The Parrot said, before being cut off by Jafar.
"Sshhh!”
Jafar shushed as he turned his attention back to the screen as Iago looked at it as well, flying up and perching himself on Jafar's right shoulder. By now, both figures were fighting on what seemed to be a moving transportation. They watched for another few minutes until the one in the coat launched what seemed to be a rocket of sorts at the armored one as he went to his knees, screaming as he died.
"Geez, who are these guys? Never seen anyone like them before..." Iago said.
"We're about to find out..."
Jafar spoke as he waved his hands in front of the computers again as they went back to the 51 logo.
"Tell me now, Machines. Who were those two?"
The monitor went back to the bar as it filled up again and this time, the one in green armor appeared on screen as he rotated around and a small bio of sorts appeared in front of him.
Code:
Name: Xentar
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Height:7.0
Eyes: Unknown
Hair: Unknown
Race: Unknown
Occupation: Unknown
Current Status: DeceasedAfter that appeared, the screen faded away and the figure in the coat appeared on screen as he rotated around as well as his bio appeared on the screen.
Code:
Name: Rick Mulluns
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Height: 6.2
Weight: 210
Eyes: Unknown
Hair: Buzzed Black
Race: Human
Occupation: Freelance Mercenary
Current Status: Alive"Hmmm...This Rick Mulluns seems to be the one responsible here, and is still alive. Perhaps he could be of some use to us as we search for our objective."
"And what makes you think that he will want to help us? If he wasted that other guy, think what he could to us if we cross him!"
"He is a Mercenary, Iago. And like all mercenaries, they can be persuaded to help if you...make it worth their while, whether it be money, power, women, or what not..."
Jafar then turned his attention towards the monitor once more and waved his hand by the monitor as it once again returned to the 51 logo.
"Now Machines, show me the location of this Mercenary, so that I may seek him out..."
Jafar spoke as the monitor shifted through various screens until it showed a picture of the entire world on the screen. It then displayed that Jafar was on a Island somewhere out in the Pacific, but was quite a distance away from any other land. It then pin pointed to an area in Europe that was where the mercenary was located at the moment.
"That’s where he is, it seems. We better find him, before he moves on to a different location then. Come, Iago, we must make pace..."
Jafar said, making his way towards the teleporter as the dark one appeared in its place again. This time though, Jafar stepped through it with Iago on his arm and disappeared in it as the portal then disappeared once more into nothing.
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Chapter 2
France, Europe. September-14-2026
One of the local dance clubs in France seemed crowded that night, couples going to have a good time, teens sneaking out to party with their friends, a perfect place to lay low or to relax. Though, it was also a good place to do certain business without others such as Police knowing. In one of the VIP areas of the club, a man in his middle 30's wearing a rather expensive purple suit sits at a table with two men at his side wearing sunglasses. He had a glass of the finest wine the club had to offer as he was waiting for someone. He looked at the bracelet on his hand, a rather expensive one as he took a sip of his wine as two figures approached the table. One looked like a business man wearing glasses and was carrying a case while the other was a man in his late 20's in a black leather trench coat and had black goggles over his eyes.
"Ah, at last, we meet 'The' Rick Mulluns. Please, both of you, sit..." the man at the table said as Mulluns and his associate sat at the table, on the opposite side of the man.
"May I offer you some of our finest wine?" He said politely.
"I don’t drink on the job..." Mulluns said calmly.
"A clean thinker? I already like you!"
"Skip it, Cortez. Let’s get down to business..." Mulluns said bluntly.
"How...blunt. Very well, let’s get down to business then."
"You have the merchandise?" Mulluns asked.
"You have the greens?" Cortez asked.
Mulluns turned to his associate and nodded as he lifted his suitcase and placed it on the table, flipping the little cogs on it so the numbers would match the code set into them. Five Seven Four. That was the code he set as the case clicked and was unlocked. The Associate then lifted the case lid open and turned it around so Cortez could see the contents. Through Cortez's eyes, he could see about a dozen wads of one hundred dollar bills together in the case.
"It’s all there. Now that I kept my end, show me my merchandise..."
Cortez smiled as he reached down to reach for the case and pulled it up as he placed it on the table. When he fiddled with it and managed to unlock it, he opened it and turned it so Mulluns could see what it contained. Inside, there were two silver .45 Caliber pistols with laser sights under them and four clips resting next to each gun.
"Two 'Special' 45. Caliber pistols with laser sighting and armor piercing bullets in 16 round clips. Beautiful Weapons. One Hundred fifty thousand dollars."
"It’s a deal."
Mulluns said as he pushed the case with money forward as Cortez pushed his case forward with the weapons, both men getting what they want. Just then, the phone on the man left to Cortez started ringing as he looked at it and then answered it.
"Yes...What?!......Shit..."
"What is it?" Cortez asked.
"Police outside, there entering now..." The man said.
Just then, Mulluns snapped open his case, grabbed one of his pistols and loaded one of the clips into it, then he did the same to the other as he started to shuffle the clips into his coat pockets.
"I take it our business in concluded?" Cortez said, standing and looking for the emergency exit.
Mulluns turned to his associate. "Let’s move..."
His associate nodded and upholstered a pistol of his own from his shirt as one of the bartenders in the club was talking to some police, pointing to the direction of the table the deal was going down at. By now though, the table was empty. Mulluns and his associate were running down a hall as they just entered a Staff only door and were looking for an exit of any sign. Behind them were Cortez and his goons, but were quite behind. By now, he could hear the door far behind him burst open and the Police were probably marching in and now behind them. Cortez wasn’t his concern though, since he already got his weapons, he wasn’t needed anymore and was on his own.
"This is the Police! Do not move!" Mulluns heard behind him, but kept on running as he suddenly heard several gunshots ring off seconds after the officer yelled at him. As he kept running, he could hear one of the bullets hitting someone and Cortez screaming as he apparently was shot. At this point, Mulluns spotted a exit in front of him and made a dash for it, hearing his associate scream as he too was shot. He charged the door, ramming it open with his shoulder as it burst open and was finally outside. He looked around quickly and saw he was in a back alley, away from his car and only fast exit out of the area. He didn’t have time to think and just ran down the alleyway, turning left down another as he heard the police close behind him. He would prefer not to shoot them, but he would and possibly kill them if needed.
As he headed down an alleyway, a police car pulled up in front of it, forcing Mulluns to turn around and head down yet another. Behind him, he could hear the doors of the cars opening and the police chasing after him. Ahead, he saw an opening at the end of another alleyway as he sprinted down it, reaching the end of it quickly, only to find it a dead end. He knew this was it, he drew his new pistols, and backed against a wall, ready to ambush the police when they arrived. He didn’t want to kill any law enforcements, but he wasn’t going to go to Prison.
As he heard the foot steps approaching fast, he heard a whistle from behind him. He turned around, and saw a person in dark armor with a helmet and gas mask that covered his whole head behind him, near a sliding door in a wall, waving for him to come over. Mulluns knew this would be his best chance, and while it might be a trap, he would be ready for it. He dashed over to the opening and into the nearby building as the stranger closed the secret door, seconds before the police outside arrived. Inside the building, there were metal crates with strange symbols on them, as well as the place was lit up with some old lamps that appeared to be hanging on the ceiling. After he was done looking around, Mulluns turned his attention towards the one who helped him.
Author Note: Image from DeviantArt.
"What is this place? Why have you helped me?"
"This place...is our hide out. We have been tracking you for several hours now..." The stranger said in a rather raspy voice.
”We?”
"Yes, our client would like to meet you. The Law Enforcements...they will not find this place...That, we will make sure of..."
"If...you say so...Where is this Client of yours?"
"In the next room, behind you..."
Without even responding, Mulluns turned around, and left the room, opening the door behind him and entering the next room as the stranger watched. When he was gone, he suddenly went into a crouching position and disappeared into a dark portal that appeared and disappeared in mere seconds, taking him with it as nothing remained behind.
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Chapter 3
Mulluns continued on through the building, seeing more of the mysterious crates and as well as several more men in dark red with masks. Something about them seemed... strange, but he decided not to focus on it, what their business was is their own. Among some of them, they were removing strange equipment from the crates, none he's seen before, as well as several weapons, mostly just swords and assault rifles. They were seemingly setting up some sort of operation as several were speaking to each other through a different language Mulluns couldn’t understand. It didn’t matter; he kept on going, approaching a door with a guard next to it, who spotted Mulluns.
"He is expecting you.....You may enter...."
The guard spoke, watching Mulluns enter, who said nothing. When he entered, it was a somewhat empty room with a chair at the opposite end of him, with Jafar sitting in it with two guards at his side and Iago perched on his right shoulder. Mulluns approached him, but stopped about 6 feet from him, giving them both room.
"Ah, at last, we meet, Mercenary."
"So it seems. I know you wouldn’t have aided me back there for nothing, so what is it you want?"
Jafar laughed a bit at the Mercenary for being so forward towards one such as himself. He rose from his seat, his cobra staff in his hand as he took a step forward.
"My Name is Jafar, that’s all you need to know. And that I have saved you from those law enforcements, and that you now have a debt to pay."
"I could have easily dispatched those cops; I didn’t need the help of you or your men."
"Is that so? Well then, i guess you aren’t who I’m looking for. I suppose someone else will do the job i need done..."
Mulluns raised an eyebrow when Jafar spoke; it was hard for him to turn down a job. And judging by what he's seen so far, this man must be wealthy. He couldn’t resist...
"What Job is that?"
"Interested? Good! Don’t get me wrong, I will pay well for your service, if you complete the job that is..."
"What is the Job? Want someone dead?"
"Not exactly, more like... Something found..."
"A Scavengers hunt. Perfect... What needs to be found?"
Jafar grinned slightly, walking past Mulluns and towards a computer against a wall where one of his henchmen was, working on the computer. A small machine then rose from a hidden panel from the floor between Mulluns and Jafar, and a hologram appeared over it. What it was some sort of tool... or weapon it seemed... It was like a key the size of a sword, but looked like it was made so the end would make a deadly weapon. It was gold and silver colored, like it was made back in the early hundreds, possibly farther back.
Author Note: Keyblade drawn by me via MS Paint.
"This is a Keyblade, an artifact of great worth. Legend is said that long ago, the Keyblade had the power to save the world, but also is said that it has the power to create chaos. Can you imagine its worth? What it could be capable of?"
"Uh-Huh. So you want me to find a giant key?"
"Precisely.”
"I'll need to know where to start looking, as I’m not going to go all over the globe looking cluelessly for something as ridiculous as this. As well as what the payment will be when I retrieve your key for you." Mulluns said.
"Of course." Jafar said, the hologram changing now to an image of Earth, slowly rotating. Jafar approached it, looking at it a little before placing his hand over far north eastern Africa, right where Egypt was. "Right here, in Egypt. I would look out in the dunes, near where the ruins of the long lost civilizations once stood. I'm afraid I can’t be any more specific then this. As for your payment, I can assure you that the rewards for finding me this Key will be most deserved..."
"Fine. If that’s about it, Jafar, then I’ll take my leave for Egypt as soon as I can." Mulluns answered
"One of my Guards can lead you safely out of here, as I suspect the Law Enforcements continue to look for you."
Giving a slight nod, Mulluns left the room where one of the gas masked men was standing and led him out of the room and into a different room. When Jafar was sure that Mulluns was out of their hearing, he went towards the computer as the monitor changed to what seemed to be a almost static focus of something.
"Is the process going smoothly?" Jafar asked, one of the gas masked men appearing on the Monitor. Behind him were more men in masks, as well as the same crates that were in the building Jafar is in now.
"Yes. With the gate now open, we can begin to receive more equipment and supplies from Hollow Bastion. The armored one will soon be prepared." The soldier said.
"Excellent work. Have those Agents from that so called "Organization XII" arrived through yet?"
"Yes. They arrived here within the last hour, and are now currently beginning to track and monitor the Mercenary."
Jafar knew that taking this world wouldn’t be easy, and might take time, but he was patient. He didn’t trust those Nobodies from the Organization, but he knew they were capable of helping him and the other's plans. So long as there personal goals didn’t get in the way of his, everything would be fine, and Earth would be under a new leadership.
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