ima work with the kid first and the mercenary, To better help set things up!
any changes, were made intentionally to the character. Sorry 1337, character is too typical Mary Sue. A sword? really? always in black.... long black hair.... thanks for trying though! ^-^
"Xavier!!!!" Rang the cry throughout the Philips's house in the suburbs of New York as Xavier's mother called him. Xavier sighed as he stood up in his white gi and black belt, knowing it was time to leave for another karate lesson. Five days a week, an hour and a half each, he went to these lessons because his parents wanted him to learn to protect himself. He really doubted he'd ever need that. He was wrong.
"Turn off the Television, we're leaving!!" his mother yelled again.
Xavier picked up his book he was reading off of the near coffee table. He looked at it again, a book with at an eigth grader reading level, being read by an 5th grader. The thought made him laugh, not even his parents knew the effort he could put into schooling if he wanted too.
As he threw the book into his schoolbag, he went for the remote to turn off the T.V. Putting it back to Channel 5, something caught his eye.
"...New disease some are calling drugged madness, has infected multiple people in Southern China. The cause is unknown, but the victims seem to walk around in a drugged stupor, creating domestic violence, and attacking civilians." A female newscaster in a Chinese city with flashing light all around reports. Reading the subtitles, Xavier realizes she is in HongKong. She continues, "The Chinese government has issued and order to the military, saying lethal force is authorized. So far we have no footage of those with the disease, due to the fact that the Chinese government has issued a quarantine to the Southern section of the city, and reporters are not allowed. I will attempt to keep you updated on the situation, thanks, back to you Dave." She finishes as the screen flickers back to the local news.
Xavier jumps as his mom stomps into the living room, and yells at him because they're going to be late. Grabbing his arm, she pulls him towards the back door. "Wait mom you should see this on T.V..." Xavier trails off as she locks the door behind them. The Television, still on, plays a new report of a similar disease affecting people in the NewYork suburbs area, from a chemical testing facility.
Joshur leans back in his chair in the Indian royal throneroom. His clothing is different from his normal American attire. This time, he's dressed in a traditional Indian garb, complete with a tunic and turban. The Raja, the Rani, and their daughter Sundara listened carefully to the politics that took place. Before their throne, two governors of different cities were arguing some unimportant law that about where their cities were divided. Joshur really didn't care, he was keeping an eye on the scribes taking short-hand notes, the courtiers, and the two officials. Basically, it was his job to watch everybody and make sure no harm came to Sundara, the upcoming Queen who had threats made against her. She was only 24, and her parents were in the late 60's, and she was nearly ready to claim the throne with a husband of her choosing.
Joshur started to nod off, then shuddered himself awake. He had been up late last night spending the night on the balcony with the princess. It seemed that lately, he had turned from a bodyguard to a close friend. Maybe too close, he never let his work involve with his life, and he was scared by the consequences if he let something happen between them.
Joshur noticed movement coming from the courtiers. Normally they stood still and jostled slightly, when uncomfortable, but one man started walking to the doors. "Probably needs to go to the little Indian room." Joshur thought with a grin. He still watches the man closely, he's a new face, somebody he hasn't seen before. A turban masks the man's face, and his robes have no doubt been searched by the traditional guards with spears and more modern units with metal detectors. "What an odd combination of older times and modern." he thinks to himself.
A commotion breaks out in the hall. All is silent for a moment as the politicians stop talking. The Raja motions to them to keep talking, then turns towards Joshur and nods. Joshur nods back, and with hands on his hip holsters for his trademark dual pistols, he stands and moves closer to the princess. Joshur in fluent in Hindi, and whispers to the princess that it is time to leave. Sundara looks at him with large trusting eyes, and takes his hand as they begin to step off the pedastal. She smiles at him, and he feels a rush of excitement. "What am I doing?" he corrects his excitement at the contact. "like a kid's first love..." he mutters to himself in English. As soon as they're off the pedastal, the doors to the throneroom go flying inwards.
The man that left earlier and two other men from the modern place guard are with him. Joshur can see bodies laying behind the door riddled with bullets from behind. Some sort of coup must of happened within the guard Joshur realizes. The man and his two goons are armed with light machine guns. The lead man instantly points the gun upwards and shatters the beautiful stained glass ceiling in the middle of the hall. The courtiers scream and suck down. Joshur and the princess are the only two still standing, hurrying to get behind the throne.
"HA!" the lead man yells as he sends a spray of bullets towards them both. Joshur pulls the straps off his holsters, and reveals his two pistols as he shoves the princess behind the thrones. The Raja and Rani scream in shock as they both dive off the throne to the floor, barely avoiding the hail of bullets. Joshur dares a look around the corner, and fires off one or two shots at the attackers. He hears a grunt, and one man goes down. The other two men approach the throne cautiously, ignoring the people on the floor. Joshur realizes they're only after the princess. Joshur flips behind the other corner, and lets loose five more shots as salvo of gunfire is unleashed on his position. Another goon goes down. Only one is left.
The Raja and Rani still lay huddled on the floor. Joshur tries to think, to calculate where the next man will go. He hears the footsteps of the leader in the now silent hall, approaching the thrones. Joshur thinks, decides to take a risk, and he dives around a corner, gun pointed towards the man's head. The man is pointing a gun at the Raja's head, and looking at Joshur. Joshur holds his fire as the man notices him and yells saying he will kill the Raja if the Joshur does not give him the princess. Joshur thinks, and steps closer. The man shoves the gun closer to the Raja, and orders him to stand. The man backs away a few feet from the Raja, gun still pointed at him, and tells Joshur again to go retreive the princess. Joshur moves closer to the man and the Raja. The man yells again for him to stop. Joshur is about two feet away from the Raja now. Calculating carefully, Joshur makes a plan. He is a foot taller then the Raja, and he thinks he can make it. Joshur thinks of Sundara, and shoves the picture out of his mind, than he jumps.
Joshur send himself directly into the path of the Raja, as he fires off two shots at the man. The man goes down, with two bullets in his throat and chest, but returns fire shooting at the Raja, but hitting Joshur instead. Joshur feels burning hot lead pierce his shoulder, right by his heart. Sundara, who is crouching and looking around the edge of the throne, screams as Joshur spins off his jumped course, and falls to the ground with a loud thud.
Joshur sees the dead man laying next to him, the unhurt Raja yelling for guards, Sundara's beautiful teared face, and he fades to black.
Just a little bit of opening story to help set the situation up (Xavier's story.) and to give some action to one of the characters.. im still trying to decide if he should die or not.... votes welcome
if you vote, please right a short sentence or two critique explaining what i could work on.
