Showing posts with label undertaker. Show all posts
Showing posts with label undertaker. Show all posts

Saturday, December 15, 2012

December Updates

Hello Readers!

Here I am, ya'll. Just recently got back from Florida over the last weekend and it was great. I am full of inspiration right now so expect more randomness and chapters! Our five topics today are Radioactive, ideas, The Turn, spin-offs, and monthly updates. I think these are interesting but they might not be...either way...here they are!


Radio-Awesome-Freaking-Crazy-Active!

There will be more chapters coming out. The few that are out now have gotten great reviews. You all seem very interested and it motivates me to write even more! More chapters will be coming soon! I got kind of side tracked with another story but I'm back now...ish. More characters are going to appear. The team of fixers will be formed soon! I'm getting there.

Any Ideas?

I'm asking everyone reading a question. Is there anything that you would like to see happen in Radioactive or in a future story or even in a spin-off. You can comment them or email them to me at theundertakerinsanitystoriz@yahoo.com.

Your ideas can range from space aliens to scary fire monsters....or anything else really. Anything under the sun and in the dark corners of your mind. Keep in mind that just because you comment them doesn't mean that I WILL do it. It just means that I THINK about it.

I would be interesting what you guys think.

Just Keep Turning!

Again, there are more chapters coming. The war between the Wolves and Zara's team will continue for a few more chapters I think. (I haven't written them yet...oops.) There have been great excitement for the Wolves return. I'm exited too. I miss writing about them. Remember, though, they won't be in Radioactive (only Fang) so I don't want 'pretty please' e-mails. This should be their last appearance as a team.

I've got a Spin-Off!

Do you have the urge to write your own Insanity/The Turn/Radioactive spin-off idea and you want to write it yourself? You want to have people actually read it? Well you can send it to me and I can post your writing in the spin-off section!

If you do want your story posted, just send it to me. Please include:

Your name (Or an alias),
The title of your spin-off
Who, or what, the spin-off is about
and
Your spin-off

Please make it appropriate for general audiences!

Updating the Updates

I've moved the Updates to their own page. That's it...there are cool pictures. But yeah, that's it.


Thank you all for reading!

~Undertaker


Questions? Comments? Complaints? Suggestions? Just want to talk? Want a hug? Just comment!

Thursday, June 28, 2012

A Second Saga?

Okay, let's all sit around the computer. There are some things I need to talk to you all about:

  • Sequel Saga
  • Suggestions
  • Questions

The Turn:

I have this great idea for a second saga called The Turn (inspired by Burn It Down by Linkin Park *love them!*) but I need to know if you want one. The story would be taking place some time in the future and the original characters, as far as I see, won't make a presence. Even Undertaker won't be there. (Don't worry fans, I'm sure you will like his replacement) I don't, however, want it to be like future space ships future, (okay, maybe there will be flying hover machines, but that's IT I tell you!) more like "Hey the new Ipad 10 Nano Supper Edition came out!"

All the main characters will be in their teens. If you want to know, the new team is multicultural. I am sorry if I appeared racist in any way in the Insanity Saga, I meant no one harm. There will still be the Tower and the Island and more powers that you can even count. Unlike the original, these teens will be employed by the tower. The new characters are also clinically sane. Sorry guys.

If you all want, I can post the first chapter and we can see where things go from there. I need to warn you that it may be a while before I post multiple chapters because I like having a chapter bank to buffer from everyone's requests for more chapters. Example: I write ten chapters before posting the first one. That way I can not write a day and still feel like I'm not letting anyone down. Also if I feel that people are kind of like 'eh' on the idea I wont do it. Not to be mean but I do have a life.

Also understand that I am going to college in the spring. COLLEGE! Meaning SCHOOL! I don't know yet how much time I'll have to write but like I did this one...I will get there.

If you have any questions, please comment or e-mail me and I will get to them as soon as possible.

Suggestion Box is Always Open:

As an author (on the internet at least), I want your reading experience to be pleasant. Are there things that could be better for everyone enjoyment? Are the changes that I have been making been satisfactory? Is there something that you think I could do better?

Over all, these chats, comments, and e-mails are how I try to communicate with you the reader and how you can communicate to me. I love talking and I love listening. Best of both worlds if you ask me. I will not cuss you out for a comment no mater what it says. Hey, you could say that my writing sucks and I should get some different material and I will love you for it! I love a lot of things but as a writer I LOVE critisism! It makes me a better writer to better relate with you! Awesome!

Ditto for site suggestions too. If you cant see my words...tell me. That is kind of a problem. Don't have an e-mail account? Comment. Can't comment? Snail Mail me or better yet send me brain messages. Get your point across!


Any Questions?

Okay, we just finished a long Saga. There have bound to be some questions. Or you can ask me about the meaning of life...which is 42 by the way.

So.....I'm done. Balls in your court now. Yep. Loki says hi.


~Undertaker and the gang. (mostly me)

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Insanity: Chapter Forty-Eight


Insanity
Chapter Forty-Eight
~Sunrise~
Day Thirty-Six

Rose stood in place for a few minutes, “O-kay.”
Nest looked disinterested, “Keep her busy. I’ll protect the machine.”
Rose looked again. The girl who had a surprising resemblance to a children’s book he remembered reading long ago was peering around the corner. He sighed; this wasn’t going to be any fun. He extended his arm. Rose vines shot forward from inside his sleeve. They struck around where the girl was. The attack was only meant to frighten not to kill.
Penelope darted back to her hiding spot. She sighed. So much for Anime-zilla saves the day. She heard something though the wall. It sounded like one of the lower doors closing.
Raven looked up at the last flight of stairs, “Penelope? Are you up there?”
There was no answer and she started to assume the worst. She ran up the stairs to the door. Almost instantly she had to dodge and attack. She crouched to her knees and rolled forward. She darted around the concrete door and stopped suddenly.
“Penelope!?” Raven cried in surprise.
Penelope smiled nervously.
“What are you doing back here?” Raven continued.
“Nothing,” Penelope answered.
Raven sighed. A wave of blue washed over them. They both paused a moment, gripping their heads.
“I say we put an end to that thing,” Raven stated.
“Okay,” Penelope nodded, “but you have to get the plant guy.”
“Why do I have to get the plant guy!?”
“Because he’s scary!” Penelope whispered.
“Fine! Then you find a way to turn that thing off!”
Penelope nodded. Raven got up and ran around the corner. Rose flicked his wrist and vines broke the concrete beneath her feet. Raven jumped onto the ledge and ran up to him. She jumped down, crouched and kicked him in the stomach. Penelope, seeing her window, ran toward the machine to see if she could shut the thing off. She stopped a computer but it looked useless and broken. She then looked at the boy standing not too far from the machine. He looked at her in intellectual but uncaring eyes.
Penelope’s eyes narrowed and she charged at the boy. She ended up running face first into a type of force field. Unlike Zero’s it didn’t reflect her. Penelope stepped back and tried another approach. She prepared to teleport but something happened and she had to take a step back. Annoyed she tried again but she just couldn’t teleport to the other side of the dome. She looked at the boy who was protecting the machine. He smiled slightly at her dismay.
“That won’t work, you see,” Nest explained, “my power makes yours worthless.”
“Oh, yeah?” Penelope glared at him, “Well, what is your great power then.”
“Null,” Nest explained further, “Void, valueless, worthless, insignificant.”
Penelope scowled. There had to be away to get through Nest’s barrier. She smiled. She might have just thought of a way.



Alister groaned as he turned onto his back. He was covered in melted dragon ink and it wasn’t a pleasant feeling. Slowly, he sat up. His stiff muscles were causing him some trouble. He aced all over. It was understandable though; after all he just crashed though dozens of floors, killed a dragon and busied the entire right side of his body. Just another day at work.
He heard something in the rubble and looked up, “Oh, it’s you.”
Alister made a motion to get up, Zorah shook her head, “Now, now it’s alright,” she reached for one of the staffs on her back and pointed the pronged end at Alister’s neck, “No need to get up.”
Alister stopped moving and raised his hands. He gave a sheepish smile and tried to laugh it off.
“Oh, look ‘at that! You got me!” Alister smiled, “Now I’ll just—”
“Stop talkin’!” Zorah jabbed her weapon forward, “I’m in a very bad mood t’day and your yappin’ ain’t making things any better!”
“And it’s about to get worse,” Alister said as he kicked out his leg.
He struck Zorah’s leg causing her to slip in the slick ink on the ground. Zorah fell onto her back, throwing her weapon from her hand. Alister got to his feet and looked around for something to defend himself. He spotted Raven’s sword and scrambled for it. Awkwardly he climbed his way over a boulder and to the sword. Zorah got to her feet and started after Alister. She unsheathed her other weapon.
Zorah swung it in a wide arch. Alister brought up his weapon. He fumbled around the weapon clumsily as he wasn’t used to wielding a sword, unless stabbing a dragon counted for something. He blocked and parried most of the attacks that he couldn’t dodge.
Alister took step after step back to avoid being sliced to ribbons. He took a glance behind him and saw that he was running out of hallway. Zorah’s spear fell down on his shoulder, digging deep into his arm. Alister gripped his shoulder and Zorah withdrew the weapon from his shoulder to prepare for another attack. Alister sidestepped to one side as the spear sailed toward him. Zorah, expecting resistance when there was none, fell forward. Alister dropped the sword and ran toward the open hole in the floor. Zorah spun around and saw Alister trying to get away. She ran after him.
Alister spotted the spear that Zorah dropped before. He bent down to grab it just as Zorah swung her spear where his head had just been moments ago. He grabbed the spear and stepped back as Zorah lunged past him to try and stab him from another angle. Alister threw the spear. It struck Zorah in the stomach and went through her body.
Shocked, Zorah dropped her weapon. It fell off the edge with an eerie clattering. She took a few steps back from the impact, precariously close to the edge. Her hands gripped the shaft of her weapon. She seemed in disbelief that this was how it was going to end. There were no more tricks up her sleeve, no tattoos up her arm, no plan, and no back way out. She smiled a little. Her balance was unsteady but she didn’t try to steady herself. She looked up at Alister.
“Till we meet again, Love,” she nodded before falling over the edge.
Zorah fell floor after floor after floor. The smile on her face grew wider and wider. Soon she was laughing hysterically. Her life zipped across her eyes. All the wrong she had done, all the people that she killed, and all the little people that she had to step on to get to where she was now. Now, it all meant nothing.
“You’ll remember me, won’t you?” she screamed to no one in particular. A tear started to form in her eye, “Won’t you? You’d remember me, right? You’d—”
Everything went black and her soul moved on.
Alister didn’t hurry to the edge. He had no intentions of seeing someone fall to their death. He fell in a heap on a rock, both exhausted and physically pained. A hand rested on his shoulder. Startled, Alister jumped up, ready to face the next threat. But when he turned around, Shadow stood there behind him.
“You all right?” Shadow asked.
“I’ve been better,” Alister groaned, “We should get to the roof.”



Penelope pulled out one of her gadgets. If anyone remembers, it’s the one that paralyzed Shadow in the leg. She pulled out that same rod and pointed it at the machine. Penelope wasn’t exactly sure what was going to happen but it would put her inventions to work. She looked quickly at Raven. It wasn’t quite time yet.
Raven did a backflip to avoid the thorned vines that had come at her. She caught a glimpse of Penelope looking at her. Raven wasn’t sure what the girl was thinking but she didn’t like narrowed look behind her glasses. She landed and dodged four more vines all the while making sure that she kept Penelope in her peripheral vision.
Once Penelope was certain that Raven had her back, she waited for another wave to wash past before pressing the button on her weapon. An electrical blast fired from it but ran only on the outside of Nest’s barrier. Nest smiled at the girl’s stupidity. Penelope continued to press the button repeatedly sending out more and more electrical busts. Soon Nest’s barrier was basically an electric dome.
The next wave didn’t make it outside the barrier. It radiated from the machine, hit the barrier and followed the upward curve until it struck the center of the machine again, causing the blue energy great irritation. Nest’s eyes grew wide when he realized what the girl was trying to accomplish. Penelope had created a type of magnetic field containing the waves and sending it back to itself. In other words, she created a way for the machine to destroy itself.
Nest looked wide eyes at the machine. He tried to drop the shield but the growing pressure made it hard to focus. Nest dropped to his knees and gripped his head. Raven broke away from her battle with Rose and ran to Penelope. She gripped her hand and ran toward the edge.
Penelope screamed as both girls fell. Raven pressed her feet against the building to slow their decent enough for her to start running. They made it to the ground and Raven instantly started running to one of the other buildings. She had a feeling that it would suck to stay in that building any longer than necessary.



“What’s happening!?” Rose shouted.
Nest didn’t answer. The pressure was beginning to be too much. The blue energy was about 50% its original size. That much pressure wasn’t good. Nest gripped his head. Blood flowed from his nose and ears. There was a high pitched screech as the blue energy shrunk even more. Nest collapsed, his eyes staring at the machine. Blood pooled around his body.
The energy continued to shrink. Rose turned to the stairwell and started to make his way down.
The pressure built up too much and finally, it exploded. A large blue shock wave destroyed the top five or so floors, vaporizing practically everything it came in contact with.
Shadow felt the sudden jerk, grabbed Alister and entered the nearest wall. Quickly, Shadow descended the building. He felt a breeze behind him and he risked a look. A white mass seemed to be following him. It’s tentacles of light abolishing everything it touched.
“Hey!” Alister yelled, “Can this ride go any faster?!”
Shadow turned his head back around and ran as fast as he could. He jumped and ended up on one of the other surrounding buildings. Alister ran to the nearest window. He shaded his eyes as the building crumbled and the blue nebulous thing dispersing but destroying anything it touched.



Debris fell on both Fang and Zero as Fang chased Zero down. Reighn did his best to avert what he could but Fang found himself ducking and dodging as much as staying alive. Ahead of him, Fang saw Zero, almost within grasp when suddenly he felt an arm stop him. He looked at who it was and saw that Undertaker had yet again come out of hiding.
“Let’s go, Fang!” Undertaker said with authority.
Fang was about to protest when he noticed the shaking and the falling debris had increased.
Undertaker looked down the way Zero had disappeared, “He’s dead down there anyway.”
He grabbed Reighn’s hand too before disappearing in a grey mist. Just then the basement ceiling caved in as the building’s falling weight was too much to handle. Burying and hopefully killing the infamous Zero.



Lumin and Arisa sat on the ledge of a distant building. After he had Arisa in his arms again, he took her out of harm’s way. They both watched at the building came crashing down. Lumin looked slightly concerned about the others. He held Arisa closer. She sat next to him looking at the spectacle before them.
“Lumin?” Arisa looked up at him.
Lumin smiled down at her. She was already using his real name so soon after he told her during their walk to their perch.
“Yes,” he answered.
“I ran away from Fang,” Arisa said, “Do you think he’s okay?”
“I’m sure he’s fine.”
Just then Undertaker and his two travelers appeared behind them. Undertaker folded his arms. A smile appeared on his face as he watched the smoldering building. Reighn assumed his Kew form and settled on Undertaker’s shoulder. He watched for a while before curling up by Undertaker’s neck and falling asleep. Fang stared at the building for a while. After a moment, he walked over to the two at the ledge.
“Good to see you’re all right, Blue,” Fang said.
Lumin smiled. He could sense that Fang left Arisa out on purpose. Arisa looked down out of shame and the knowledge that she would be punished later. He would deal with that later. Lumin looked up at Fang.
“Lumin,” he stated.
Fang looked at him with confusion and shock.
“My name,” Lumin clarified, “it’s Lumin Escence.”
Fang nodded, “Nice to meet you Lumin Escence.”

Sunday, July 10, 2011

Insanity Chapter Nineteen


Insanity
Chapter Nineteen
~Undertaker’s Perpetual Poking Attack!~
Day Nineteen

Few Days Ago

“‘Ey! What’s a girl gotta do ta get some food ‘round ‘ere!”
“Really, Zorah? Do you have to be so noisy?”
“Din’t see any sign ‘at said I couldn’t be,” Zorah walked in a dark room. She looked at a figure sitting in a large chair. The chair was turned and the figure stared out of the windows at the city landscape. It was getting late and the lights of the skyscrapers were slowly growing dim.
The figure smiled, “You failed, Zorah.”
“Yeah, yeah, don’t ya think I know ‘at,” Zorah crossed her arms.
“No need to get annoyed. I was just stating a fact. How much money did you acquire?”
“Don’t remember,” she said, “I didn’t find him though. Ya sure that he’s on the Island?”
“Almost positive,” the figure said, “I’ve looked everywhere else. The man who killed my father has to be there.”
“Ya know; there was this one fellow who kinda looked like the way you described ‘im.”
“You mean Fang,” the figure paused, “Yes, I’ve kept a close eye on him.”
The phone rang and the figure picked it up. There was silence as he listened.
“Yes, yes, of course. As you wish,” there was a pause, “No, thank you.”
The figure pressed a button on a device, “Send Edonya up please.”
“You’re sendin’ ‘er? What can she do? An’ who was that?” Zorah was a little ticked.
“The weather is nice this time of year on the Island. A Circus might be a nice activity that they can’t overlook,” the figure turned the chair slightly, “And as for who that was, you don’t need to know.”
“Now what makes you say that,” Zorah crossed her arms, “I think I’m quite capable a knowin’ what I want to know an don’t know.”
She could feel the figure staring at her but Zorah wasn’t one to back down. Her hands moved to her hips in an impatient manor. The figure sighed. He knew she wouldn’t back down until her demands were satisfied.
“Let’s just say that,” he tried to think of the right words, “that this client helped me gain this position. For a price that is.”
“An’ what does Edonya have anything ta do with that?” Zorah pointed to the phone.
The man looked at it, “We’re after the same man. The one who killed my father.”
Zorah was about to say something more when the there was a knock at the door. The figure looked back out the window. Zorah knew when she was dismissed, knowing that had kept her alive all this time. She opened the door passing a girl on the way out.

***
Transaction Square

Fang sighed in the miserable heat. He sat on a bench outside and watched as the fire hydrants released their generous amounts of water into the streets. The other Wolves along with most of the residents in their area played in the water or enjoyed the free ice cream that the local vendors offered. The Undertaker sat next to him as Reighn played with the others. For some reason, everyone’s air conditioners broke at the same time. So the fix it company was booked and the Undertaker had to close shop yet again.
The heat seemed to make even criminals not want to do anything. It had been a day since their re-activation and they hadn’t heard anything from the Tower. Fang was really beginning to get agitated with all of his spending lately. The day after the beach they went to a carnival that was in their area of the Island. The next day they went to see the newest movie, kid appropriate of course. Then the day after they went to an amusement park. Fang didn’t like spending too much money but the others seemed to be enjoying themselves.
Today it was about a hundred degrees and would be in the triple digits for the next few days. That would be fun.
“Aren’t you hot in that thing?” Fang asked Undertaker.
“I’ve been in hotter situations than this,” he smiled, “This is just another day with the Tower to me. Only this time I’m retired.”
“Did you ever lose sleep over it?” Fang asked, “You know about killing people?”
The Undertaker smiled as if remembering fond memories, “Not in the least.”
Fang rolled his eyes as the Undertaker laughed to himself. Reighn walked over with its bell in its hands. He held it up to his owner.
“Oh, dear,” the Undertaker smiled, “did it come off during the excitement? Well, we can put it back on later. No point doing it now while you’re still playing.”
The little creature nodded and went off again to play. Fang sighed loudly.
“I hate this weather,” he muttered.
Undertaker ignored his comment. His gold eyes could barely be seen but they were intensely focused even with his obnoxious smile on his face. He scanned the crowd carefully. When he was satisfied, his hat lowered and his hair covered his eyes again. He turned toward Fang.
“You know, there is a circus coming into town,” he stated.
Fang eyed him, “And?”
Undertaker shrugged, “Might be something interesting for the others to experience.”
“So what if they haven’t been to any circus’s,” Fang looked out at the scene in front of them, “besides, we might get a job tomorrow.”
Undertaker smiled as he reached into his cloak, “Oh, dear, you mean a job that involves going to the circus.”
Fang stared at the folder in Undertaker’s hand, “You had that the whole time!?”
“Well, now, you can’t blame me,” Undertaker’s smile widened, “a crazy old coot like me tends to forget things very easily.”
“Crazy is an understatement,” Fang turned away from him, “there are no words to describe how insane you are.”
Undertaker laughed, “You do want it, don’t you?”
He poked Fang with the folder repeatedly. Fang didn’t react. He hated the circus and he knew the Undertaker knew that. It was a bad memory that he would rather forget. But he did need the money. Fang glared at the mad man who was poking at him in the arm with a folder. A low growl escaped from Fang’s throat but the Undertaker knew that his bark was worse that his bite; with friends at least. Fang’s eyes turned from Undertaker to the folder.
“What is the mission exactly?” Fang asked.
“You either take it or leave it,” Undertaker snickered, “and frankly, I can keep this up all day.”
“I’m not taking it.”
Poke. Poke. Poke. Poke. Poke.
“Come on, Fang,” Undertaker stuck his tongue out, “Everyone is afraid of clowns one way or another, but people deal with it.”
“I’m not afraid of clowns,” Fang’s eyes narrowed.
Poke.
“Acrobats?”
“No.”
Poke. Poke.
“Elephants?”
“The animals with the long noses?” Fang stared at him with disbelief, “No!”
Poke. Poke. Poke.
“What about those dagger throwers? They can scare some people.”
“I am not afraid of the circus!” Fang snapped.
Poke. Poke. Poke. Poke.
“Will you stop that?” Fang hissed.
“Take it,” Undertaker smiled, “You know you want to.”
“No, actually I don’t,”
“Take it, take it, take it,” pressed the Undertaker.
Inside, Fang knew he wanted to but his wanting to prove the Undertaker wrong. He wasn’t going to take it. Fang stood up, putting an end to the perpetual poking. Undertaker’s smiled. It was as if he knew something not even Fang knew.
“What’s that smile for?” Fang said.
“Oh, nothing,” Undertaker said aloofly.
Fang turned away and looked at the others, “Come on, you guys! We’re going home!”
There were several moans of disappointment. Shadow was naturally obedient just as Raven was. Alister smiled victoriously as he held a large water gun over his shoulders. Arisa held Penelope’s and Blue’s hand as they lifted her above the ground when there were large puddles in her way. Everyone was soaked and looked like they had a good time.
“Come on, we’ve stayed long enough,” Fang said as he corralled everyone in the direction of home.
Pooooooooooke.
Fang sighed as he felt the slight pressure against his back. He turned slowly and stared at the folder. His eyes eventually rose to the Undertaker.
“Do that again and I will rip your head off,” Fang threatened.
Bark worse than bite.
Pooooooooooooooooooooke.
Fang grabbed the folder and threw it back at Undertaker. That received an angry glare from Reighn who had assumed his position on his master’s shoulder. The Undertaker just smiled. Reighn descended to the ground and picked up the sheets of paper before they got to wet. That smile only ticked Fang off more.
“Tell the Tower to find someone else for the job,” Fang turned around and walked away.
Reighn lifted the folder for him to pick up. The Undertaker picked up the folder and threw it at Fang’s back. The corner of the folder hit Fang squarely in the back and fell to the ground. Fang stopped walking. For a moment he was considering murder but then thought of his chances of getting away with it. Maybe another time and place but not now when he was surrounded by witnesses. He let out a loud sigh and kept walking. Reighn looked up at its master with narrowed eyes then slowly went to go retrieve the folder.
Once the folder was returned the Undertaker smiled wildly. Reighn gave a questionable glance at the Undertaker and in an unspoken question asked what he was smiling about.
“Oh, you’ll see,” Undertaker said allowed, “He’ll be coming back for this before long.”