Chapter 1: The Dark Blade

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: War and Military  |  House: Booksie Classic

Reads: 338
Comments: 2


War raged everywhere. Death rained around. The dark times of battle were here. Soldiers entering the battle field just to be cut down as easily as they came. But there was one soldier, one supernatural soldier, who changed everything. His name was Lyrome, and he had powers beyond belief. He could: shape shift, use psychic mind power, copy any attacks he saw used in battle, anything. The problem was, he didn’t want to help anyone’s side, because he didn’t HAVE a side. He suffered from amnesia, but all he could do was have the urge to destroy and kill everything. The only thing he could remember from his past was that red blood. So much blood…

All he did all day every day was kill off soldiers from opposing sides of a never ending war, in hope that his urge would go away. He carried no emotion, only the fact that everyone hated and wanted to kill him, so he must kill them first. Of course, they didn’t hate him; no one knew who he even was. Every private to colonel referred to him as ‘The Dark Blade’, the man who destroyed everything.

Eventually the leaders of the opposing sides, without knowing, both decided that he must be turned to their side. This just led to more battle and more deaths from this mysterious battlefield murderer. When he killed soldiers, the adrenaline made him want to cause more death, and blinded him to the fact that these were innocent men, fighting for the money to feed their family. But he didn’t think this, he thought they were assassins from two different places, each wanting money in exchange for his corpse. He wasn’t going to let that happen.

He would win the battle by any means, turn his hand to a mallet and crush them to a bloody pulp, turn his arms to blades and slice them to pieces, limb by limb – anything. Where ever he stood, it would seem to be raining blood and gore. Since he was always transforming, no one really knew what he looked like. The truth was, neither did he.

It was only after thousands of battles that this brutal killer realised who/what he was. This story shall tell of how he found his true identity.

It was a dark, gloomy, silent night, wolves howled in the distance and owls tweeted and twooed. The Dark Blade (we will refer to him as this until the end of the story) was walking slowly around a crumbling coliseum, when he heard soldiers’ cries and footsteps as they charged to take over the coliseum and eliminate any threats – if possible. A wide grin stretched across The Blade’s face and he swung his head around, like a cat, and made an inhuman jump towards the top of a towering column of stone. The grin was swept away as the soldiers came in through a door, flashlights at the end of their guns. A pitch black shadow flashed across the soldiers’ fields of vision in the night sky. “What was that?” quivered a young guard, as The Blade’s now robotic eye scanned all of the soldiers and sent information to his brain. “Shut up, Balam!” Whispered the commander of the unit. “Move!” The squad stepped slowly across the cobbled floor, flashlights darting about.

The Blade was too good to be spotted; he crept in the shadows, by the time his shadow was lit up, he was in another shadow. He had shifted his body all black, to make himself less visible. The young, inexperienced guard at the back of the group turned his look from the rear of the group to the side. A fatal mistake. Within the split-second he turned his head, his neck was snapped, and his lungs punctured. By the time the other guards realised he was gone, the only thing left was his helmet… “What the devil is going on?”Asked a black man, who was securing their left, as they all looked to see where their teammate had gone. As they turned back, the commander, who was at the front of the pack, was left sitting in a chair, and covered in blood. A paper banner hung across his chest, it read: ‘Be afraid, very afraid.’ They swung their lights about furiously, searching for the thing which had done this.

Watching from above, The Blade decided to ‘dispose’ of the body he had – it was the man from the back of the group. A body fell into the middle of the group making them all turn INWARDS. By the time they realised their mistake, they were all dead, and heads cut clean off, leaving the blood to spurt out. He took one of their radios, knowing it would connect him to the controller – a man who hardly anyone knew about. He told the leaders what to do, making the soldiers think it was a war. No, it was an act, and The Blade knew this. He also knew that if anyone knew his identity, it would be the controller. “Hello? Delta-team-6-echo come in!” shouted a man, who The Blade instantly recognized as the controller. “They’re not here…” The Blade’s gruff voice spoke into the radio. “You… Ja…” The controller stopped himself from saying The Blade’s name! “You know my name?!” roared The Blade. “Tell me it! Now!” “If you want, you could come and find me. I’d be willing to tell you in person!” laughed the controller. “So be it.” Replied The Blade, and turned off the radio, smashing it into the floor with his now metal boot.

To be concluded…

Submitted: May 06, 2010

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Jamie Rambo


It was nothing short of very creative and you did this in such a short time. The one main thing that I can tell you to help you out is, put these things into paragraphs.

It makes it way easier for the readier to get into it, making it less of an eye sore to try and keep your place as your scroll.

Other than that, this is turning out to be an interesting story. Thank you for dedicating this to me, that was very nice of you.

If you want, I can proof read this and send it back to you. This way it will look prettier for the reader, of course this is up to you.

Thanks again,

J. R.

Thu, May 6th, 2010 7:27pm


First thing - I typed it in word in paragraphs, but it seems to have messed up when it came on here...

Secondly - what does proof read mean?

Thu, May 6th, 2010 1:08pm

Jamie Rambo

I can take this and correct any English mistakes that I find.

That's all proof reading is.

I understand about Booksie not letting you change the format, by the way. It's a hassle.

Thu, May 6th, 2010 10:00pm


Yeah, that would be cool.

Sun, May 9th, 2010 3:14am

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