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OWF - The Untold Legend
OWF - The Untold Legend 1.5
OWF - The Untold Legend 2
OMFG it's here! Yes, I know, it's waaaay behind what I said it be released on, but summer jobs have prevented me from getting to this. Ah well.
Anyway, this is most likely the last installment of Untold Legend, since it's become quite a hard time to sit down and punch out a chapter or two. Perhaps if I get an uncontrollable itch to start this again will #4 come out.
Whatever.
Now, before I begin this tale, here are the two ground rules.
- Please, consult me on anything that is related to this story. Be it fan art, alternate chapters, requests for my autograph, whatever. I'd hugely appreciate this, as I'm not really excited at this becoming a long-running fan fic, as they usually get taken advantage of by the less honest/coherent members looking to get quick fame. Any Untold Legend not written by me is not endorsed by me, unless I post otherwise.
- If you wish to send in plot ideas, or alternate chapters, do not post them here. PM or e-mail me, at xxmitsurxx@hotmail.com. I will most likely reply within two days, so don't be discouraged. All ideas are welcome!
And now, before you all e-attack me for not hurrying up, here's the start of Untold Legend 3!
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OWF - THE UNTOLD LEGEND 3
Prologue - It has to start somewhere...
Smack.
"Ow! Sun'bitch!"
Mitsur's eyes cracked open, music still blasting in his ears from his iPod. For a moment, he was disoriented. Then he realized he was leaning against the wall of the Simulation Room, and had apparently fallen asleep. As for who had hit him, well...
Nobody was there.
"What the hell?"
Mitsur glanced around, his cheek still stinging from the slap. He glanced down, turned off the iPod, and surveyed the room.
Emptiness. Just the hum of the machines and the occasional creak of metal. Nobody was in a simulator, nobody was in the room,
period.
"Hello? Heeeellllllllooooo?"
Nobody replied. Mitsur shrugged, brushed himself off, and headed toward the door.
He reached the door, leaned toward the knob, but heard a noise behind him. He whirled.
A figure in black stood in front of him, the whole body cloaked in darkness. Only by the expansion on the chest could Mitsur tell it was a female.
"Who are you?"
No reply.
"Don't play dumb, babe. You're here for a reas-"
Mitsur was rudely interrupted as he was slapped for the second time, and in the same exact place.
"Yeow!"
Mitsur bent over from the pain, biting his tongue in the process. He quickly straightened up. The girl was gone.
"Bitch..." He muttered, and spat out blood. He opened the door, left, and walked out.
No one was in the hall, either.
"Where the hell is everyone?" Mitsur said to nobody in particular. Then he realized.
"Somehow, I've become the last man on Earth!"
Mitsur flung his arms out magnificently.
"A crushing burden to repopulate the Earth with the last
woman on Earth is now placed on my shoulders!"
Mitsur paused, considering the possible significance of who the last woman on Earth would be, and, how he would find her.
A door slammed open at the end of the hall, and Rexy, yawning and in pajamas, strode out, and stretched.
Mitsur paused.
Silence in the hall.
"Rexy!" Mitsur yelled out from the other side of the hall. Rexy started, but calmed. She turned.
"Eh?"
"Wanna hear something cool?"
"Meh. Sure."
"Remember that bet you made about not going out with me even if I was the last guy on Earth?"
"Yea."
"Well, I think I'm the last guy on Earth now."
"..."
"What?"
"....Nothing."
"Sooooooo." Mitsur yawned out. He fiddled idly with the ear piece of his iPod.
"..."
"Now what?"
"I dunno. I'm going back to bed."
"That's cool. Maybe later, then."
"Yeah, suuuuure."
Rexy went back inside her room. Mitsur shrugged, and headed down the hall, toward the cafeteria. He trotted down the hall, reached the main entrance, and noticed decorations were strewn everywhere. One of the signs was laying in a head, covered in paper dollies cut into the shape of a DNA strand. Mitsur walked over, brushed off the paper, and lifted the sign up into some light.
CONGRATULATIONS ON SEQUENCING THE DNA OF A ZOMBIE, BULLET MAGNET! JUST DON'T FREAKIN' LET IT GET FREE!
"Wow, that's a pretty retarded reason to throw a party," Mitsur said out loud. "I wonder why nobody else is partying, though?" He tossed the sign aside, and continued onward toward the cafeteria.
Completely disregarding the hand stretching out from underneath the paper, still flexing toward him with a horrible animal energy.
***
Mitsur opened the cafeteria, and stopped. The cafeteria was smeared with blood and small intestines, with various bodies lying around.
"Freakin' vandals. Covering the cafeteria with ketchup and macaroni. And the stupid mannequins look retarded. They could at least be bothered to buy high-detailed dummies."
He approached the serve-yourself island, put on some food onto a plate he had picked-up from a nearby table, and approached the bar. He took a seat, and grabbed a fork from the other side of the bar.
Calmly, he began to eat, oblivious to the death around him. Groans began to drift up from outside the door.
"Ooo, must be my stomach working up again,"
Mitsur finished up eating, and wiped his mouth as the moans intensified.
"Well, this looks like it'll be a boring day," he said to himself as the door crumpled inward and zombified OWF members slouched into the cafeteria.
Mitsur stood, stretched and yawned, and casually walked out of the room, pushing aside and sometimes shaking off the zombies that lunged at him.
He jogged down the corridor, reached the Infinite Hall, and stopped and Rexy's door. He lifted a fist, and before he could bang on the door, it opened and he was pulled inside and thrown on the bed.
"Whoa, don't get excited
that fast," Mitsur said, a smile forming on his lips.
"Shut up, you idiot," Rexy said, slamming the door in a zombie's face. "Haven't you noticed the zombies outside?"
"What zombies?"
Rexy sighed.
"Never mind. Just stay in here. I'll be right back."
She opened the door, bashed in zombified Cullen's head, and slammed the door behind her.
An uncomfortable silence filled the room. Mitsur shifted, a bit nervous. He stood up, moved to Rexy's makeup dresser, and idly went through all the female cosmetic products. A glass vial broke, and Mitsur cursed just as the door opened. He quickly jumped to the side, holding the broken vial behind his back and whistling innocently.
"What'd you do this time?" Rexy asked suspiciously.
"Oh, nothing...except I broke a makeup vial."
"Good, because then I won't feel guilty about doing this."
"About doing what?" Mitsur asked confusedly as Rexy strode up, grabbed him by the back of his jeans, and threw him out into the zombie mass.
Rexy closed the door, jumped back onto her bed, and drifted off to Mitsur's horrible screams of agony, smiling.
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Ouch. More to come soon. And don't expect an actual plot this time. Total. Random. Ness.