Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ The Four Sided War ❯ Angelics, Demonazis, Radjicks, and Insanians ( Chapter 1 )

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Chapter One: The Angelics, Demonazis, Radjicks, and the Insanians

 

Okay, don't you think burning down Russia is just a tiny bit OBVIOUS?! Anyway, this story is different from the other two. Yes, it has odd, strange, and unusual humor, a little romance, and stuff no one will understand, but this one has other elements to make you think. Within these pages you'll find drama, horror, a horrible war, and new, exciting characters added to the cast. Now, onto the last tale of the twisted trilogy…

 

Brittany Sellen walked down the wet street in front of the old middle school. It used to be a building full of crazy antis and pure fun. Now, the windows were shattered, it was deserted, and it always seemed to be dark around it. A dark figure walked up beside her.

“You're not supposed to be here,” the figure said.

“I can, I'm not taking sides in this, this mess!” she growled.

The figure took off their hood. It was a tall, black haired, with squinty eyes.

“In truth, you shouldn't be here more than I shouldn't, considering you're the leader of the Angelic army,” Brittany grabbed his hand.

“I know, I tend to venture off where I am not welcomed. But do remember the Demonazis are not to be trusted well. Don't make your ties with them, if you have any, strong. Never fully trust any of them,” the man squeezed her hand.

“If that's what you want, Micky,” she let go of his hand and began down the street toward the old theatre.

“I should have had her when I had the chance, God, I was stupid,” Micky put his hood back up and headed toward the Underground Hideout near the Hub grocery store.

 

“Well, if it ain't ole Micky Beft himself!” Duane Upinter chuckled as Micky entered the main room of the Underground Hideout.

“So, is Britt gonna join any group?” Duane rubbed his chin.

“It's not likely,” Micky sat down next to him.

“Well, next time you see her, tell `er there's this new group, formed by this guy named Craig Domsizzlebunny, it's a group for those against the war. Think she'd be interested?”

“Probably. What's this Domsizzlebunny fella like?”

“He's a really crazy guy, out of his mind he is, but he seems to be her type. No offense to, Mick,”

“None taken,” Micky sat back in his chair. Then there was a thump from one of the doors. Then a rattle, like someone was trying to open it.

“Urgie Shmee Ha!” finally, it opened.

“We really have to get this shmigaty door fixed,” Derek Bonk took a deep breath.

“How are the English studies going, my boy?” Micky looked at him.

“Pretty good, but my tutor doesn't like that I still use my gibberish words, dempy,” Derek sat down next to him. Next, they heard footsteps from up above.

“Hey Kenny!” Micky shot up in his chair, walked over, and gave Ken Aklen a hug.

“How's it going with you?” he stared at Ken.

“Terrible, the board of Angelics can't seem to find a way to withstand the Dem's current attacks they're getting' forceful on us, rapes, murders, it's horrible!” he hung his head.

“It's only gonna get worse unless we do something, veegin,” Derek sighed.

“That's just it, it's not in our hands,” Micky started up the stairs and left.

“He's right, we must look to the Radjicks, they're our only hope. Duane followed Micky out the doors.

 

“So, what move do we make now, General Nonsense?!” Rob Kuzich laughed at Pat Aukenberg.

“Okay, Lt. Shithead, we're gonna confused them as usual!” Pat slammed his right hand down on the table.

“We'll help the Dems kill a few innocent souls, then we'll kill off the murderer and rapists and fight along side the Angelics,” he circled the room.

“I like then we confuse them all, they need the crap, squeezed out of `em once in a while!” Tim Veranderenz grinned.

“Yes, but heed in mind, we do not do this to confuse, we do this because of our beliefs. Though it is very fun to baffle the shit out of them!” Rob smiled.

 

Jennifer Mensend strolled down the halls of the Demonazi headquarters. She wasn't on their side, she was a double agent! She played as a spy for both sides, but was slightly more to the Angelics. She stopped in front of a set of double doors with “CHEF”, the German word for boss, written on top of them. She opened them and walked right up to a big desk. The person sitting at it had his chair turned toward the windows.

“Sir, the Angelic Army seems defenseless. They say they have no choice but to rely on the Radjicks!” she reported to the person in the chair.

“Good, Dear, good! Tell David, you know, Bunzuvrok out there, tell him I said you are to be grabted with ten thousand dollars for this task!” the person giggled.

“Yes, sir!” Jennifer bowed and strolled out.

“Brilliant young lady she is, Always faithful to the cause. I'd hate to loose such a bounty,” the figure stood up.

“I feel so, so mighty now!” a small girl snuck into his office.

“Muhahahahahahahahahahaha—AHHH!!!” the dark figure jumped when he swung around and saw the small child.

“Never, NEVER, do that!”

“Yes, yes my dear sir,” the girl got on her knees.

“So, who in fucking Hell are you?” the figure raised one of his black eyebrows.

“I am from the Radjicks. President Aukenberg would like me to inform you he is on your side all the way,” she looked in his deep, dark brown eyes. Then she got up and began to leave. As she closed the door, she whispered ever so softly,

“Thank you, almighty Arnie Kraushwitzingerpoo,”

 

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