Steel Valor
November 7th, 2007, 09:56 PM
Well lets see here...I thought it was high time to try my hand at fan fics. Thus, I'll try to write short stories about SteelFists, Shotgun and Bazooka, first before I get into epics. I'm not that good so bear with me okies? But I need constructive criticism people so don't hesitate to throw stuff at me *gets a shield*
Ok...well here is my first one.
Situation:
SteelFists, Shotgun and Bazooka have just retreated from a failed mission. With their brotherhood and trust in shambles each ferret struggles to try and reconciliate themselves. In this short story we will look at a side of SteelFists that has never been seen before. Well moving on to the Story... *crosses fingers*
Brothers in Arms
“Where’s Steel?” Shotgun looked around the deserted domicile. The place had become eerie and somewhat gloomy. The floorboards creaked when they were stepped on. The various door hinges squeaked when the doors were opened. Everyday seemed like an endless night. It would was a gothic paradise so to speak.
The young man’s mismatched eyes zoomed this and that, scanning the room for someone. The left eye was blue the other was yellow. In the dim light Shotgun was tall and slim, but well built. He carried a reckless smile wherever he went. This of course, would mean he was unmistakably unpredictable. He would always don a blue jacket without a shirt which would expose his muscular abdomen. Due to his bizarre likings, he chose black 70’s American pants as his choice to cover his lower part of his body. The ferret was around the age of 19 and was the second brother of a trio of fighters. He had earned himself a nickname as the Fire Extinguisher in underworld crime. He and his brothers would always bust out those who have wronged the law. It was something they lived by.
“He said he was going to the church down on Johnny Avenue.” A younger voice replied, another ferret risen up from a stack of books close by. It was Bazooka, the youngest brother of the so called “Ferret Trio”. The 16-year- old ferret came out without a shirt. He resembled somewhat like Shotgun but with quite a few changes. The first were his eyes, those sad yet simple eyes. For someone so young, it had looked he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. Though his face was much cleaner than that of his older siblings, it would seem like he was virtually older than both of them. The young one sat down in the nearest chair next to him and took a deep breath then sighed sadly. “He seemed really troubled”
“Man that guy always has problems. He don’t know how to cope with them. He always thinks he’s alone. He’s so stupid sometimes. Man if I was back there, I’d bust out instead of fighting.” Shotgun whined.
“Shotgun stopped that. He tried….he tried his best.” Bazooka choked.
“His best wasn’t good enough. I’ve could’ve done better! What did he do? He had to stay focused on fighting. He’s like that man! When are you gonna learn that what Steel does is utter stupidity! He sucks as a leader!” Shotgun’s voice began to climb in volume.
“You weren’t in his position! You didn’t know what was happening! How could you even say that?” Bazooka stood up.
“You’re always on his side DAMMIT! You’ve got to see that he’s steering us the wrong way. Don’t you understand! It was his fault that we got captured in the first place. Just li-” Shotgun stands up also but then is cut off.
“I will stay with Steel cause he’s my older brother! He never left us! He’s always stayed by our side! I know he made a mistake. But we’re only living beings it’s in our nature to make mistakes! So what if he did make one? At least he made up for it. Better yet he even learned from it. That’s what saved us!” Bazooka started to look outraged.
“Man! FUCK THIS!!!” Shotgun roared as he grabbed a nearby table and hurled it at Bazooka. Bazooka narrowly dodged it and looked in shock at his brother at what he done.
“So…is that how it is?” Bazooka dropped his head in disappointment.
“Zooks…I didn’t- I didn’t mean to. I was just. OH GOD DAMNIT!” Shotgun cries and busts out the door. Bazooka made no attempt to stop him; he simply sat back down and let the tears run down his face quietly.
Damnit! What the fuck did I just do? Why? I didn’t mean to! Shotgun thought as he ran. He kept running. That was all he could do, he had done the worst thing he thought possible: an attempt to strike down his own brother. After that stunt how could he face Bazooka, a brother who was always kind to him, unlike their oldest brother SteelFists? Steel was always too cold. He only believed in strength and justice. He was never there whenever they need him. He would always come at the last second. Shotgun knew SteelFists hated him, he felt that SteelFists repressed him. It was like that since he could remember.
While racing, something caught Shotgun’s eye, the church that SteelFists was supposedly to be in, and he hadn’t realized he had been racing down Johnny Avenue. Maybe I should see Steel. Maybe…he could…oh who am I kidding? He thought. He was about to leave but his curiosity stopped him. The church was empty and there was only one person inside, naturally another one would feel the same. The troubled ferret peered in. There, kneeling down by the altar close to the cross of Jesus Christ was a large and bulky ferret with both hands joined together.
The bulky ferret was very tall. He wore a red jacket and black pants. His exposed abdomen was covered in numerous scars. But his face was the most distinguished of features. His left eye was red and his right was green. A vertical slash scar was vivid and stretched from the tip of his forehead down to the end of his cheek. A cross scar was had taken a position on his right cheek. His hair was untamed, wild and spiky. If you looked at him from the ceiling his hair would’ve looked like a giant X. However, this did not bother him he would continue his unusual mannerisms despite what his brothers thought. He was silently muttering to himself. It was then Shotgun noticed that he was praying.
Some time passed after he finished. Steel took out his most prized possession: A King James Version of the Bible that was given to him as a gift by someone he once loved. He rubbed the golden letters across the book cover and stared at the painted depiction of Jesus Christ. Somehow just doing that would always put him at ease. That collection of text was the only thing that could keep him sane. “The lord is my Shepherd I shall not want-”
Shotgun shook his head. Typical, every time he goes to church he’s always gots to read Psalm 23. Much to his dismay, SteelFists suddenly threw down the book and stood up abruptly and roared at the top of his lungs. “What do you want from me? What? What have I done to deserve this? I never wanted this to happen!”
“Why!?! Why do I fight? I’ve done it since I was created! I want to stop! But I keep getting pushed to keep fighting! Because of my reluctance to fight my brothers were almost killed! They’re all I have! So why must I fight so hard to keep them? Isn’t there another way? You told me to love my enemy and embrace him. But why does he refuse to allow me to do so?” The ferret paced up and down the aisles between the various benches. It was obvious he did not notice a curious Shotgun.
Whoah…This is another side Steel I’ve never seen before. A more kinda gay side! I mean come on! Love your enemy. WHACKO!!! Shotgun quietly chuckled too himself at the risk of being discovered. SteelFists went on to bellow. “What’s the point if we bring BlackWater down? There will still be evil to inhabit the world. As I long as I have lived I have never been able to smile once. I thought you were there to guide me! I thought you would be there to answer my prayers and to watch over my brothers. My brothers! There the last things that matter to me in this world. But they hate me! I screwed up because I wasn’t strong enough to protect them. And now they hate me!”
A long pause filled the silent air of the church. “But…but…I could never hate them back. They are precious to me, like diamonds. I come to you father because I’m scared. For once in my life I’m scared. No, I was always scared. I thought that if I acted the way I am; cold, hard, and tough they would have the strength to move on. But in the end all I did was scar them and burden them even more. Please…please almighty father I beg of you. Watch over them, I don’t care if you watch over me but please watch over them. I’m not strong enough to lose them. Without them…I would be lost. My days would become meaningless. My brothers are everything to me, before I met Elaina, before I met Dr. Ryuusushi, I thought my life was meaningless…”
“I only ask one thing from you Lord. Give me the strength to fight again. Give me the vigor to push on forward into life. I know I’m weak, I know I need to get strong but… I know I have sinned heavily in the past but I ask for you mercy and forgiveness and to allow me to once again press on forward!” Shotgun was stunned. This was not the brother he knew. Was it a trick to say I’m sorry to him? Did he find out that he was in the church? He couldn’t help but gaze at the ferret whom he never called ‘brother’.
SteelFists sighed and half-choked then resumed going back to his seat and recover his Bible, flipping through various pages. Shotgun smiled to himself, and paced forth over to him. “Damn, and here I was thinking that you were just a stone cold bitch who had nothing to lose and always tried to behave like a badass. How ironic that the Muscle bound King David is just a kid at heart. Why do you keep these things to yourself?”
“I feared that they would prevent us from moving forward. How long were you there? Are you…crying?” Steel paused.
“What? Oh, forget these. Look, man I’m…I’m…sorry. I thought you just hated us. I thought you wanted…you wanted to be with Elaina again.” Shotgun wiped his eyes.
“True, not a day goes by that I miss Elaina. But my brothers are more important to me than she is. I never hated you, I just wanted the best for you. I realized that all I ever did was pushing you to do something that you never wanted to do.” Steel begins to look somewhat repentant. “I hope both of you can forgive me…”
“Sheesh! What’s wrong with you? You try to hard to act like a badass stop it!” Shotgun recovers his trademark reckless smile and reaches out to his oldest brother. He now has gained a new respect for him. “Come on, lets just go home…”
SteelFists collapsed into silent tears. “I’m blessed to have brothers such as both of you. Thank you.”
“Yeah yeah! You missed Cinco De Mayo and now you’re all sad! Just get your sissy ass up and lets get moving!” Shotgun yelled who was already halfway down the aisle...
Ok...well here is my first one.
Situation:
SteelFists, Shotgun and Bazooka have just retreated from a failed mission. With their brotherhood and trust in shambles each ferret struggles to try and reconciliate themselves. In this short story we will look at a side of SteelFists that has never been seen before. Well moving on to the Story... *crosses fingers*
Brothers in Arms
“Where’s Steel?” Shotgun looked around the deserted domicile. The place had become eerie and somewhat gloomy. The floorboards creaked when they were stepped on. The various door hinges squeaked when the doors were opened. Everyday seemed like an endless night. It would was a gothic paradise so to speak.
The young man’s mismatched eyes zoomed this and that, scanning the room for someone. The left eye was blue the other was yellow. In the dim light Shotgun was tall and slim, but well built. He carried a reckless smile wherever he went. This of course, would mean he was unmistakably unpredictable. He would always don a blue jacket without a shirt which would expose his muscular abdomen. Due to his bizarre likings, he chose black 70’s American pants as his choice to cover his lower part of his body. The ferret was around the age of 19 and was the second brother of a trio of fighters. He had earned himself a nickname as the Fire Extinguisher in underworld crime. He and his brothers would always bust out those who have wronged the law. It was something they lived by.
“He said he was going to the church down on Johnny Avenue.” A younger voice replied, another ferret risen up from a stack of books close by. It was Bazooka, the youngest brother of the so called “Ferret Trio”. The 16-year- old ferret came out without a shirt. He resembled somewhat like Shotgun but with quite a few changes. The first were his eyes, those sad yet simple eyes. For someone so young, it had looked he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. Though his face was much cleaner than that of his older siblings, it would seem like he was virtually older than both of them. The young one sat down in the nearest chair next to him and took a deep breath then sighed sadly. “He seemed really troubled”
“Man that guy always has problems. He don’t know how to cope with them. He always thinks he’s alone. He’s so stupid sometimes. Man if I was back there, I’d bust out instead of fighting.” Shotgun whined.
“Shotgun stopped that. He tried….he tried his best.” Bazooka choked.
“His best wasn’t good enough. I’ve could’ve done better! What did he do? He had to stay focused on fighting. He’s like that man! When are you gonna learn that what Steel does is utter stupidity! He sucks as a leader!” Shotgun’s voice began to climb in volume.
“You weren’t in his position! You didn’t know what was happening! How could you even say that?” Bazooka stood up.
“You’re always on his side DAMMIT! You’ve got to see that he’s steering us the wrong way. Don’t you understand! It was his fault that we got captured in the first place. Just li-” Shotgun stands up also but then is cut off.
“I will stay with Steel cause he’s my older brother! He never left us! He’s always stayed by our side! I know he made a mistake. But we’re only living beings it’s in our nature to make mistakes! So what if he did make one? At least he made up for it. Better yet he even learned from it. That’s what saved us!” Bazooka started to look outraged.
“Man! FUCK THIS!!!” Shotgun roared as he grabbed a nearby table and hurled it at Bazooka. Bazooka narrowly dodged it and looked in shock at his brother at what he done.
“So…is that how it is?” Bazooka dropped his head in disappointment.
“Zooks…I didn’t- I didn’t mean to. I was just. OH GOD DAMNIT!” Shotgun cries and busts out the door. Bazooka made no attempt to stop him; he simply sat back down and let the tears run down his face quietly.
Damnit! What the fuck did I just do? Why? I didn’t mean to! Shotgun thought as he ran. He kept running. That was all he could do, he had done the worst thing he thought possible: an attempt to strike down his own brother. After that stunt how could he face Bazooka, a brother who was always kind to him, unlike their oldest brother SteelFists? Steel was always too cold. He only believed in strength and justice. He was never there whenever they need him. He would always come at the last second. Shotgun knew SteelFists hated him, he felt that SteelFists repressed him. It was like that since he could remember.
While racing, something caught Shotgun’s eye, the church that SteelFists was supposedly to be in, and he hadn’t realized he had been racing down Johnny Avenue. Maybe I should see Steel. Maybe…he could…oh who am I kidding? He thought. He was about to leave but his curiosity stopped him. The church was empty and there was only one person inside, naturally another one would feel the same. The troubled ferret peered in. There, kneeling down by the altar close to the cross of Jesus Christ was a large and bulky ferret with both hands joined together.
The bulky ferret was very tall. He wore a red jacket and black pants. His exposed abdomen was covered in numerous scars. But his face was the most distinguished of features. His left eye was red and his right was green. A vertical slash scar was vivid and stretched from the tip of his forehead down to the end of his cheek. A cross scar was had taken a position on his right cheek. His hair was untamed, wild and spiky. If you looked at him from the ceiling his hair would’ve looked like a giant X. However, this did not bother him he would continue his unusual mannerisms despite what his brothers thought. He was silently muttering to himself. It was then Shotgun noticed that he was praying.
Some time passed after he finished. Steel took out his most prized possession: A King James Version of the Bible that was given to him as a gift by someone he once loved. He rubbed the golden letters across the book cover and stared at the painted depiction of Jesus Christ. Somehow just doing that would always put him at ease. That collection of text was the only thing that could keep him sane. “The lord is my Shepherd I shall not want-”
Shotgun shook his head. Typical, every time he goes to church he’s always gots to read Psalm 23. Much to his dismay, SteelFists suddenly threw down the book and stood up abruptly and roared at the top of his lungs. “What do you want from me? What? What have I done to deserve this? I never wanted this to happen!”
“Why!?! Why do I fight? I’ve done it since I was created! I want to stop! But I keep getting pushed to keep fighting! Because of my reluctance to fight my brothers were almost killed! They’re all I have! So why must I fight so hard to keep them? Isn’t there another way? You told me to love my enemy and embrace him. But why does he refuse to allow me to do so?” The ferret paced up and down the aisles between the various benches. It was obvious he did not notice a curious Shotgun.
Whoah…This is another side Steel I’ve never seen before. A more kinda gay side! I mean come on! Love your enemy. WHACKO!!! Shotgun quietly chuckled too himself at the risk of being discovered. SteelFists went on to bellow. “What’s the point if we bring BlackWater down? There will still be evil to inhabit the world. As I long as I have lived I have never been able to smile once. I thought you were there to guide me! I thought you would be there to answer my prayers and to watch over my brothers. My brothers! There the last things that matter to me in this world. But they hate me! I screwed up because I wasn’t strong enough to protect them. And now they hate me!”
A long pause filled the silent air of the church. “But…but…I could never hate them back. They are precious to me, like diamonds. I come to you father because I’m scared. For once in my life I’m scared. No, I was always scared. I thought that if I acted the way I am; cold, hard, and tough they would have the strength to move on. But in the end all I did was scar them and burden them even more. Please…please almighty father I beg of you. Watch over them, I don’t care if you watch over me but please watch over them. I’m not strong enough to lose them. Without them…I would be lost. My days would become meaningless. My brothers are everything to me, before I met Elaina, before I met Dr. Ryuusushi, I thought my life was meaningless…”
“I only ask one thing from you Lord. Give me the strength to fight again. Give me the vigor to push on forward into life. I know I’m weak, I know I need to get strong but… I know I have sinned heavily in the past but I ask for you mercy and forgiveness and to allow me to once again press on forward!” Shotgun was stunned. This was not the brother he knew. Was it a trick to say I’m sorry to him? Did he find out that he was in the church? He couldn’t help but gaze at the ferret whom he never called ‘brother’.
SteelFists sighed and half-choked then resumed going back to his seat and recover his Bible, flipping through various pages. Shotgun smiled to himself, and paced forth over to him. “Damn, and here I was thinking that you were just a stone cold bitch who had nothing to lose and always tried to behave like a badass. How ironic that the Muscle bound King David is just a kid at heart. Why do you keep these things to yourself?”
“I feared that they would prevent us from moving forward. How long were you there? Are you…crying?” Steel paused.
“What? Oh, forget these. Look, man I’m…I’m…sorry. I thought you just hated us. I thought you wanted…you wanted to be with Elaina again.” Shotgun wiped his eyes.
“True, not a day goes by that I miss Elaina. But my brothers are more important to me than she is. I never hated you, I just wanted the best for you. I realized that all I ever did was pushing you to do something that you never wanted to do.” Steel begins to look somewhat repentant. “I hope both of you can forgive me…”
“Sheesh! What’s wrong with you? You try to hard to act like a badass stop it!” Shotgun recovers his trademark reckless smile and reaches out to his oldest brother. He now has gained a new respect for him. “Come on, lets just go home…”
SteelFists collapsed into silent tears. “I’m blessed to have brothers such as both of you. Thank you.”
“Yeah yeah! You missed Cinco De Mayo and now you’re all sad! Just get your sissy ass up and lets get moving!” Shotgun yelled who was already halfway down the aisle...