Game Jumped: at Fates End

Ten Years in the Makeing

This is the story of friends, of fighters, the one story that can always bring people together, through hardships and tragity. Let us see what happens and how the future un folds, but first, alittle back story...

Red walkes through the forest carrying his baby cusion, laura. "Wait up Red!" Shouts Clay
"Yeah, Clays dad can stop us at any moment!" Yells Levi
"Dont worry about it," Red says as he turns around, " were just gonna drop laura off at Wolves Den and well be on our way, besides, how are we gonna train with a baby crying?"
Laura starts crying and everyone but Red covers there ears.
"See, I have a point you guys, as the oldest of the group I call the shots." Bragged Red.
"Sorry we cant hear you over the noisy brat over here!" Yelled Konrad, a nosy kid who has witty, diva like comments. The other kid, other then Clay, Red, levi, and Konrad was Sakura. She was up to date on fashion and was light on her feet. No one knew whos parents belonged to Sakura or levi, but they were from Tekken and battlefield. Red was the son of Sora, Laura was the daughter of Riku, Clays dad was the speaker, and Konrads dad was non other than deadpool.
The group moved along the trail as the sun got low, laura finally stopped crying.
"Uhh... the sun is getting pretty low, Red lets just head back to the Tree House and go to bed." Said Sakura.
Red ran into a cave and the others watched.
"Ill take that as a no."
Red heard a growl and he closed his eyes. Every thing went white, when he opened his eyes, a giant blade, a keyblade, blocked him from his death, a wolf was right behind the keyblade. Did I do it? Red thought, did I summon my keyblade?
He heard faint gunnshots in the backround, he turned his head and it was the speaker shooting wolves chasing his friends and behind them, a trail of blood. Clay and Sakura were carrying Konrad, his face almost fully mauled off, and levi carrying laura with one arm.
Red almost wanted to throw up at the sight of the blood, but he could only see through one eye. Then there was a faint whistle that got louder.
Every thing went black.