|Stringy and Mopy: The Adventure Begins
Author: MegaRdaniels PM
When an ancient evil is released to the world, he causes chaos in two worlds, one of his - and ours, and in that mix, one ordinary boy discovers a supernatural badge and is transported to an alternate universe where he teams up with an unordinary girl and her friends to stop a mad man from achieving ultimate power to rule the universe. Based on a school assignment in 2003.Rated: Fiction T - English - Fantasy/Adventure - Chapters: 34 - Words: 35,178 - Reviews: 21 - Favs: 6 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 12-08-12 - Published: 07-19-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3043351
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MegaRdaniels' Stringy and Mopy: The Adventure Begins
Deep within the prison isolated from the world lived the world's oldest dangerous criminal of all of mankind rotting in his cell. No light was illuminated the cold, dark cell except from the dim light of the room itself. He sits on the bench across from the door with his head down covering himself in a long, thin sheet of rotting cloth.
Outside of his cell were two male guards. Both wore brown tucked in shirts, brown khaki pants, brown belts with a golden buckle, and black shoes, but one was bigger than the other. The beefy guard slides the food through a small slot of the cell door.
"Chow time, freak," he said.
The man ran to the food and began chowing down like there was no tomorrow.
Meanwhile outside the cell, the smaller guard felt bad for the criminal. So he began to ask the bigger guard to shed some light for him and talk to him because it had been years since he had any human interaction. They argued about it at first, but then came to conclusion that the weedy guard had made up his mind and that he will open it. Disagreeing about his choice, the big guard prevents him from unlocking the cell and warns him about the people whoever go in there, even for a few moments.
"How old is this guy?" asked the smaller guard, "It had been decades since he had any human contact."
"Well according to him, decades are the new days, meaning by that 90 is the new 20," said the big guard.
"At least let me talk to him for a minute," said the small guard, "It's only a few minutes, how much harm can he possibly do in a minute. I mean c'mon he's 90. 90! This man has nothing to live for anymore. Just trust me on this, Ralph."
"C'mon, man," the small guard said. The big guard gave in and sighed.
"Alright, fine go. But only a minute with that psycho," he said.
"Sure," said the small guard as he opened the door and revealed the man living in the dark. The man was very elderly. He had white facial hair, and was extremely feeble. The small guard had some doubts by why he was classified as a dangerous criminal. he doesn't look so bad, well bad enough anyway.
"Hi, I'm Harold. I'm the new rooky here in these parts. How are you doing?" asked the small guard named Harold offering his hand of friendship.
"Feeble, feelbe," he moaned feebly, "decades of negect left me here to rot in this prison cell like metal in the ocean sitting on the bed as the critters settle in. I am classified as adangerous soul for something I need. Something that strengths me more than just this utter waste of garbage this prison had been feeding me for years."
"Like what exactly?" asked the small guard, "What exactly do you need?"
The old man turned his head to the small guard but not acknowleging the scowling and scoffing big guard.
He grabs the small guard by the neck and pulls him to his face. The big guard pulls out a guj and aims it at the old man demanding him to let him go.
"Life's energy," he said as he began to suck the life force out of the small guard rendering him to age rapidly before he became nothing but dust. The old man stood up with all of the strength that he stole from the small guard. The big guard opened rounds of bullets at the old man but soon realied that the old man began to age backwards retaining some of his power. One of them actually is the power to be untouched by deadly bullets. He grabbed the bulletthat flew in the air and gave a smug evil look at the freightened, armed guard now out of bullets. He took a deep breath and said to the big guard, "Nothing is complete without a balanced breakfast, if you know what I'm saying," he chuckled evilly before he grabbed the big guard and sucked him dry retaining some more of his abilities.
He walks out of his former cell chuckling devilishly as he heads streight to the surface to get what he lost.
Author's Notes: If you are reading this, then probably I might have some critizism about this. I don't blame you. It had been a while since I've been writing Stringy and Mopy. Haven't been writing them since 2004-2005. So yeah. Anyway, what do you think of the story so far. I hope to get some reviews for this story, I had been working for years on this so yeah. Anyway tell me what you think about it. Was my antagonist intimidating or was he just corny and a little bit unfunny at that Anyway you decide, tell me what you think and I promise I will do more chapters on this very soon.