A short “Fictional story” I wrote for English a couple weeks ago. It starts out very blog-like ironically, because at the time of writing I had no clue what I was going to write. I also had to avoid using my name in the paper – as these papers were being scored by fellow students in class. Anyway, one of my friends thought it was funny so I decided to post it. It’s very geeky, and not all the names I made up… but no way would I call it a fan fiction.
Enjoy!
I sat at my desk, listening to music, thinking: “I’ll never finish this paper… but I have to finish it”. I just had to come up with something random, but I thought my level of randomness was perhaps too random for a school paper. I imagined the teacher handing back my paper telling me “This isn’t what I had assigned you. Read the instructions and write it again”. Just then I was called for dinner from downstairs, it was already 6:33PM and I had pretty much nothing written. I stepped out of my room and onto the stairs when I noticed… the bottom of my house was missing. It wasn’t an abyss-of-nothing or anything, it was just somehow magically reverted back to the dirt lot that it once was. Weeds, grass, bugs, and everything. Also, my family was gone, but that’s not very interesting. I stepped down and off the stairs, walked across the street, and looked into the sunset. Then the sun disappeared, along with all light. I couldn’t see anything – not an inch in front of myself. I gradually heard and recognized a sound however, it sounded like a jet engine of some sort. Desperate to put any of my senses to use I felt the ground. It felt like there were small ridges on the ground, perhaps metallic? Just then I heard a knock on the door. At that time I figured I was probably enclosed somewhere in a plane… or something. Only a few seconds after the knock the door swung open and with it a flood of light. I was expecting maybe someone to walk in and drag me out of this room but instead the plane turned on its side and I slid right out the door! With no parachute on my back I plummeted towards the ground and frantically searched myself for something – anything – that could possibly help me. Clipped to my back pocket was a generic walkie-talkie-like radio of all things. I pressed the radio to my ear in an effort to hear over the howling wind. I heard a person on the radio: “Hey! Are you there? Where are you? I’ll try and catch you in the plane.” I didn’t know how to answer; I didn’t know who I was talking to, and how such a maneuver would be accomplished. But then I remembered I was going to die and I had no other options. “I- I’m falling, er- I just fell out of a plane.” I replied. “Ah yes I see you now, grab my hand when you see it.” The voice said. “Um what” I said intelligently (not). I began to hear a propeller plane approaching but I couldn’t see it – then it got louder and a hand smacked me across the face as I grabbed it. I was swung into the back seat of a open propeller plane and hung on as we pulled up. That didn’t seem possible but after everything else that happened recently I’m not particularly surprised. The pilot was a girl with long beautiful hair in a generic looking army uniform. I asked her what her name was over the radio and she answered confused: “What? What are you talking about Marco, you know me. Nia? Hellooo?” “Oh right, um, sorry” I replied. I figured if I was in a different world I might as well play a different person. The plane landed at a small island with a concentration of boats around it – I apparently hadn’t noticed the pontoons. We got off the plane and headed to a group of people on the beach in what appeared to be a briefing. “Marco, you made it back alive!” the presenter said, and everyone turned their heads towards us. “Um, yea, next time remind me to pack a parachute” I said, and everyone laughed. I wonder if they knew I was being serious… “Well listen up Marco, our next mission is to infiltrate General Morden’s island here”. He said pointing to a map. “Once we land we’ll each be on our own, letting his remaining troops have it. This is the final push, and Marco, you’ll probably face Morden head on. Bring him back alive. That’s it! Let’s move out!” He finished, raising his fist in the air enthusiastically. We each cheered and headed out for our boats. After a few minuets of motoring around in open waters we approached an island and landed without resistance. “The enemy does not expect our arrival! Chaaaaaaarge!” said the leader from before. Nia grabbed my shoulder and said “forgetting something?” Handing me a pistol with my name(Marco) engraved on it. I looked back at her and she smiled. I’m usually quite a passive person – not one enthusiastic to run into battle and die – but her smile gave me an eerie rush of confidence. I saluted, turned around, and ran off on my own. After a couple of minuets of aimlessly wondering in a thick foliage I encountered a group of soldiers. I shot one that appeared to be the most astray from the bunch and to my surprise was down in one hit. But that’s not all, I noticed something odd, something about how he… was sparking. I thought to myself: “A robot?” Sure enough, these guys seemed to be all robots. Fine with me, I was afraid of putting a face on war – war just wasn’t my thing. Robot killing? Awesome. There was another guard at a siren, so I shot at him, but missed. Then of course he did what he did best: rang the alarm. I was pretty much screwed if I didn’t act fast. I randomly found a machine gun on the ground, put away my pistol, and went crazy. I dodged grenades, hit tons of robot soldiers, and destroyed their small outpost by aiming at wooden supports and bunches of ropes. Proved effective, and I was thankfully alive. I even came upon a POW who was thankful for his rescue. So much that he handed me a new weapon: A rocket launcher! Why a POW had a rocket launcher was beyond me, probably picked it up off the ground and I didn’t see it. These robot soldiers were quite careless with their weapons supply. Either way I didn’t make it to this “Morden” character. No. Instead I tripped on a vine and fell face first into the mud, in which immediately brought me back to “reality”. I woke up with my face on the keyboard. It appeared to be night and my glowing CRT monitor was displaying an eye-piercing white. It was displaying a folder of arcade games and among them a favorite of mine… Metal Slug. I looked around, my controller was in my lap and I suddenly knew what I was going to write about. Now all I had to do was resist playing video games.
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End! Thanks for reading!(If you read it and didn’t just scroll to the bottom)
