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Phantom Movement; My story...Ongoing
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Post #1 Apr 29 2007, 08:44 PM InfernoTsunami
*Note*
This will be ongoing as the plot develops in my mind. 'll start off with the intro in this post.



"Come along Mark," Said an elderly voice. "I want you to see this." The old man grabbed the child by the hand and pulled him along. The two were following a flow of people that weaved through a series of back allies. The walls of every building were covered in graffiti, some of it profanities, but much of it referred to Phantoms. "Where are we going, Dad?" Mark managed to utter, he was worried about the other people in the alley.
"You'll see when we get there, but we MUST get there." The boy's father pulled him along more quickly now, until they stopped along a large street filled with people.
"Here we are, the parade!" Said the old man triumphantly.
"Parade?" the child replied.
"Yes, the parade of phantoms, the one you will lead someday. Now I must get to my post" The old man quickly ran to the front of the parade and signaled for it to start. One by one, each members eyes opened and glowed a light blue color and they moved forward in unison. After following alongside the parade for about half of an hour, the young boy saw his father signal once again, and one by one, each member of the parade disappeared down a side street or up a fire escape.
At last, all that remained was the old man, he quietly stopped and faced his son.
"Son, this will be the life you lead soon, I will explain it to you by the time I must leave." The old man quietly wiped a tear from his eye and placed his hand on his son's shoulder...

End Intro....


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Post #2 Apr 30 2007, 05:28 PM InfernoTsunami
Part 2


The winter came and it was a joyous time, filled with love. The boy, his father, and his mother enjoyed that Christmas. As the spring came, the boy's father became aloof and distant. Often times he would leave, and not return for several days at a time.
"Son, I need you to come with me." The boy's father had said during one of the few times he was home. "It's very important, now come along, it's going to be a long drive."
Mark, who was about eleven at this time, followed his father out to their old, rusty car. He pulled the light brown handle, the force of his pulling broke the handle in half at the seam of a small crack. Sighing, Mark hopped into the back seat like he had done countless times before. His father turned the key and furiously stomped the gas pedal. The car squealed loudly, roared to life, then died again.
"Piece of shit!" The profanity was quite common when the car was driven. His father turned the key again, and the car roared to life. As they wheeled out of the driveway, Mark was quite curious as to why his father had asked him to go with him now of all times.
As the two drove through the town, Mark noticed how grey it seemed to have become since that parade. Countless shops had closed their doors, and very few people seemed to come outside anymore. A sharp left turn jarred him back into reality as he realized they were now driving down a country road. The dust that flew into the car was accompanied by a warm summer breeze.
"Mark, you're probably wondering why the hell I've been acting so weird lately, and why today of all days, I asked you to take a ride with me." The boy's father seemed to have a hard time letting the words coming out of his mouth, cautiously mulling over each one in his mind before saying it. "Well, today is the day I leave, and I told you I would tell you more about that parade last fall." Mark had almost forgotten about it, that fleeting thought was knocked out of his head by the turn onto the country road.
"Well, as I said, someday you will lead that parade. You see, our family was the one to start the parade, many generations ago, one of our ancestors was fed up with the way the world was sliding into chaos, so they decided to change the world. Using the power of speech and their great leadership skills, he took a group of men out into the country, and marched through the countryside, dispatching them one by one, to sabotage the current government and the society they had created. Each one was to act silently, like a phantom, guiding the movements of people from the shadows, silently guiding their lives in a way that would change them for the good." Mark's father stopped here to clear his throat. "I lead the parade ever since my father's death, twenty five years ago. I was fifteen at the time, you'll have four years to prepare for your post. You will have to be in peak physical condition, top mental form, and prepared for anything. This is no ordinary rebellion, son. We are the real thing, and you will now lead it. You will have four years to prepare, I am taking you to the place where I was trained, and my final resting place. You will learn the rest there."
Mark hadn't really looked at his father lately, but the sickly touch of death had seemed to have drained his once vibrant body of life. Where muscle had been, fat and loose skin replaced it. Wrinkles and a lack of hair seemed to make his father and old man, even though he was only forty.

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