Monstercat: The Origins [ABANDONED]

Aero Chord - Break Them(feat. Anne Yvette)

Rebel awoke to the sound of explosions and a tower collapsing.

At first, her vision was fuzzy. She could see a tall, bleach-white guy with round head and a top hat. He had pack that he would occasionally pull small, round objects out of and throw them at.....some sort of castle or fortress. It loocked like it was made of black marble. Her eyes blinked for a few seconds before she regained her vision.

Muzzy was standing in front of her. He noticed her waking up out of the corner of his eye, and whirled around to face her. "C-4 or Impact?" he asked. Rebel was slightly put off by the sudden question. "Uhhh...C-4?" "Excellent choice!" He pulled another explosive out of his pack, and hurled it at the fortress. The base of the left tower exploded, and collapsed. Rebel looked around. "Wait, where am I?" Muzzy turned to face her again. "Ooooohhh, yeah. About that." She braced herself for a not-so-great answer.

"To put it simple: Varien lost concentration on controlling the portal, and you and a few of your friends were sucked into it." "Wait, can't you send us back? How did you guys get to our world?" "Well, we had to fight a couple dragons, were pursued by an army infected by evil black stuff, and crossed a field of fire. So, unless you want to go through all that, then your best bet is to stick with us. Not to mention the fact that the Black Hydra's elite troops are guarding the temple." "So what you're saying is, that we're stuck here until you guys kill him." "Yep."

Muzzy turned back to the fight. Apparently, he wasn't needed. The rest of the crew were already picking off the survivors of the initial attack. Unfortuantely, the Black Soldiers were simply mindless slaves controlled by the Hydra, and so the never stopped fighting even when all hope of victory was lost, so killing them was the only option.

Rebel watched as Tristam bisected one of the soliders at the waist. The man slumped over in two halves, bleeding out black blood. Muzzy smirked. "Oh, you didn't know?" "Know what?" "Yeah, Tristam's the best swordsman out there. Or, at least, the best one we know of. Never lost a fight. Of course, he's had a lot more time to practice than most people."

A cutlass embeded itself in the ground between the two of them. Muzzy sighed. "Kingsley. What is it?" Rebel turned around. A man who looked similar to Tut Tut Child was walking towards them. He had two pistols strapped onto his chest, and a bandanna around his forehead. "We're moving. Is she the only one awake?" "Yeah, the system's taking its time integrating their psych. According to what we can tell, at least."

Nick just nodded. "Whatever. We need to move. Once the big guy figures out we're here, he's not gonna be happy."

Muzzy snorted. "No sh*t, genius."