Unstoppable Chapter 1: Comics and Grammer

This was it. The big fight. The big fight. This fight was big. On a scale of big, it was very big.

I looked at the man. The muscular man, who looked like he could crush a car with one hand easily. Seriously, was this guy the hulk? Or just on steroids? Maybe he was Thor? Or Captain America on steroids? If there was one thing he learned from Captain America, it was to let people use experimental stuff on you when you suffer from a number of diseases that will probably mess up the experiment and kill you. Yep, a great life lesson.

This was the big fight with the big man.

“I’m gonna crush you,” he big man grumbled.

“I’m sorry, gonna? Do you mean going? Because, honestly, I at least expect you to use a little bit of grammar.”

“You so dead.”

“Are you even listening to me?”

“I’ll kill you right now.”

“That’s a little better,” I said nodding. “But maybe you should consider longer sentences?”

The big man growled

“Horses growl, people kick,” I tutted. “Learn your manners.”

A vein pulsed on his temple.

“I don’t think that’s healthy,” I pointed out. “You should see a doctor about that. Which is good, because after I kick your teeth in, you’ll be going to see a doctor anyway.”

The big man with an unhealthy temple grinned. “I’d like to see that.”

“Oh, trust me, you wouldn’t. But you’re going to anyway.”

“Then bring it on, you son of a-”

I moved forward in pushed him in the chest. He flew back and hit the wall, which happened to be made of concrete.

“Watch your language,” I tutted. I don’t think he was conscious at that point. I walked over to him and tapped his shoulder.

“Anyone home?” When there was no response, I shrugged and searched him for the thing I was looking for. I didn’t find it, but I found his wallet, opened it and looked at the name.

“Oh.” I said. Then I looked down at him, the big man with a broken rib cage and internal bleeding. “Wrong guy. Sorry.”

You know, looking back, maybe I should have called the ambulance. I should have done a lot of things. But I didn’t. Oh well, the big man probably made it. Maybe. Possible. Nah, who am I kidding, he’s as dead as a crayon.

Oh well.

Ideas are Taking Over

So, yeah, I know some of you may want to read specific things, like Stolen, Operation Take Over Ireland or my SP fan-fic. But I'm just going to get down most of my ideas that I'm planning to write and give you an idea of what to come

Heroes of the Super Variety- Oh, this is my favourite. I love writing this. I'm halfway through chapter 2, and let me tell you the ideas I have for this story... I'm planning to get this published, hopefully, and despite the fact I've finished the story in my head (which normally puts me off writing it) I'm always excited to write it. As you may have guessed from the title, it's a sort of super hero theme.

Stolen- This idea has been in my head for about a year now. Not wanting to give anything away, it's pretty dark, and I always pictured it has a dark super hero theme. I do like this idea, but getting it beyond the introduction of what's going on is always hard for me, so it may be a little while. However, once I've got past it, it'll be awesome. I've managed to keep myself interested in this by not coming up with an ending yet. I've got everything planned out, but the ending. Oh, and sorry to give away a small spoiler, but this is a series. Whoop!

My SP fan-fic- Honestly, I have no idea what to do with this. It's got werewolves, but beyond that I'm stuck. So it may never be finished. Sorry about that.

Operation Ireland Take Over Now- You should all know the basic gist of it. Most of my ideas come from what happened on the blog, but the second chapter isn't co-operating, so this may take some time.

Screams of Magic- Oh, let me tell you, Tenacious may be the best character I've come up with. I'm going to tell you something. It's not about Sam. Despite Sam being the main character of Screams of Magic, he's simply there to introduce you to Tenacious. I know it's not original of my to name two of my characters the same name, but when I wrote this I thought, and still think, I'm not going to continue the werewolves SP. This is a long story. I'm going to tell the story of maybe the most powerful man in all of the SP universe, not in terms of magic, but in his cunning, malice and greed. Sam is the main character of Screams of Magic, but it's simply one part in a big story.

HG fan-fic- I'm not sure what I'm going to do with this. To be honest, I got the feeling only a few people liked it. I want all of you who read my blog to comment on every story, and tell my whether you like it or not. Because when you say you don't like it, it helps me a lot. I get to narrow down what to write. So please, don't be afraid that it may hurt my feelings, I need that criticism. So, back to HG. I kinda got to the end of this story in my head, so now I'm bored. It may or may not continue

HP fan-fic- I'm just going to talk about my favourite story in terms of HP. I know that some of you voted for another HP story, but I can't be bothered. So Morgan. The most powerful wizard that ever lived. Back to destroy the world. Let me tell you, I'd love to write this, but again, only two people commented on this story, so I'm not sure if people liked it.

War- This isn't going to continue. I wrote it on the spot, and I don't have any other plans for it, so no more War

Elements- Ah, this one. Now, I've gone off this. The original story (spoilers ahead) was that Simon was going to discover he was an Elemental, and not only an Elemental, but one of the rare ones that can control all four elements. But he's afraid of fire, and instead of learning that, he runs, and gets involved in a elemental gang war. This was a good idea at the time, and I did love how after this I was going to use plot twists and stuff, but now I'm bored of it. The character's too powerful, and too predictable. So instead, I want to propose a rewrite. Here is my new idea
The main character finds he is a fire elemental, one of a dying race. The elementals are rare, and few in numbers. The main character is one of the four last fire elementals. He, along with a intelligent earth elemental, a show off air elemental and a tough water elemental, must discover what happened to their race, and why they are almost extinct.

I believe we are now into the realms of the unwritten. Have fun reading my ideas

Avatar Fan-fic- Based on the Avatar after Korra. The Erath Kingdom has tried to expand it's land. The Avatar, now an Earth Bender, has been raised to believe that the Earth Kingdom is right in what it is doing. What will happen? Read to find out

Dreams- Some people are born with the power to enter other people's dreams, and even rarer, people who can also use this power to switch bodies with someone. The main character is being used by his father to switch bodies with people who want to be young for a day. It can get pretty dark, if things go as I think they will. Also, I might change the plot idea

The Next Death Bringer- a story about an accomplished Necromancer who is believed to be the next Death Bringer. Unfortunately for him, Vile's armour still has some life left in it, and it leaves without Skulduggery knowing, to kill the next Death Bringer

Rick Riordan idea based fan-fic- A demigod goes to a camp of other demigods, and goes on a quest. Plot twists and more original idea than it seems, trust me

Immortality- A young genius, going to make his mark on the world. But is it a mark, or a scar? Kind of a young Sherlock Holmes, if he was evil

Necromancy- Not SP related. You know, the sort of raising the dead Necromancy. I wanted to go back to the original death magic

Shapeshifter (name to be changed later)- The stories of people who have to incredible power to shapeshift into an animal. The main story is about a shapeshifter who grew up as a wolf instead of a boy, and learns of his human roots.

Smoke- A short story (few chapters long) about a boy who uses his power to turn into smoke to break into a vault. This actually leads to something else (spoiler) Nix and Mist maybe

Unstoppable- I love this idea. It's about the Last God, the only survivor, almost completely unstoppable, protecting humanity. He's also funny as hell, in my opinion (it may not translate into writing, but I'll try)

The Hunted- Now this, my dear friends, is my best idea. I'm 9000 words in, and I'm loving it. This was my first idea (besides another which doesn't even deserved to be called an idea). I came up with it years ago, but only started writing it last year. It's awesome. And you're not getting anything of it. Not a peak. Not anything until it's published (because this is the only idea I will never stop trying to get published). It's a series, and let me tell you, when it all comes together, BAM! It's just so brilliant. You're going to just have to wait until it's on the bookshelves to get any of it.

I've mentioned all the ideas that I'm planning to write. Anything not mentioned will not be written. Except Welcome to Blogland.
I know most of you really liked this idea, but I don't to be honest. I'll try, but it's very likely it'll never happen.
Please leave a comment below on your favourite ideas, any suggestions on how to improve or ideas you'd like me to write. I need to know your favourites, and not favourites, and I need a lot of ideas, so please share this around and tell everyone. Putting it on your blog would be so great, and I'd thank you so much for it. Not many people read my blog, so I'd like it if more people would. Most of the time two of three people comment on it, but I seriously need more. Many of the ideas that aren't fan-fics I would like to get published if I have to chance, and to get a good idea of what people want I need criticism. Don't just comment you liked it if you didn't, I need the truth.
Thank you for reading this long post, and please comment.
YOU'RE ALL AWESOME

Heroes of the Super Variety: Chapter 1

This is where it used to be. I'm taking down anything I might consider getting published. 

Heroes of the Super Variety: Prologue

This is where it used to be. I'm taking down anything I might consider getting published. 

Screams of Magic

Sam tapped his feet against the ground nervously. He was not comfortable with this. This was not his style at all. He liked to stay out of things, and run if necessary. He did not like to be involved.

He looked at the others sitting to his left. There were a few there. Including Sam, there were four sitting, and one man standing. They were sitting at a desk, in a big room. The four of them had their backs to the door, which drove Sam into full paranoia mode. The one man was standing at the other side of the desk. He had close cropped hair. He was wearing a trench coat. He was tall and muscular. Sam defiantly wanted to run from him. His smile was slightly sadistic.

The man right next to Sam was short, with light brown hair and blue eyes. He had a grin that said he thought he was smarter than anyone else. He looked to be in his mid-twenties. He was wearing a jacket and jeans. This man was cocky, confident and, Sam could tell, rude. Sam hated rude people.

The one after him was someone of medium height. He was pale. His red hair made him stand out, but that was really the only thing about him. He looked so ordinary Sam just decided to ignore him and move on to the next person.

This one was different. While short and cocky was mostly acting, and the red haired mundane was making no effort to hide anything about him, the man on the end was mysterious. He had brown hair and brown eyes. He was just taller than the red hair, but Sam wouldn’t call him tall. There were only two things Sam could get to him. One was he looked paranoid. He was doing a good job at hiding it, but he kept looking at the window, the corners of the room, the man standing, and he would stiffen and every sound, like he was preparing to attack. The other thing was every once in a while, his eyes would go glassy like he was looking at something not there.

“It’s been ages,” the blonde complained. “When’s he planning on turning up?”

The man standing grinned but didn’t say anything. A second later the doors behind them opened and everyone turned around in their seats to look at the new arrival. Sam wondered if that was by design.

The man who just entered was different to everyone else. While mysterious was, you know, mysterious, the man who entered was just confusing. Sam couldn’t tell if was hiding something, or an open book. Sam, his father being a psychologist, was very good at reading people. But this man was something else. He looked to be in his mid-thirties. He walked with an air of someone with control. A had short black hair. He was wearing a very fine suit, and oddly enough, sunglasses that didn’t seem to go with the image of this man. He was tall, but not really thin. He had some amount of muscle beneath his suit, but not enough to be counted as strong. He had a smile, but Sam thought he saw something fake about it. Or was it just sadistic?

“Hello gentlemen. Sorry to keep you waiting.” The man sounded very amused.

No one said a word. This man was intimidating without needing a weapon, or muscles. He was just powerful, Sam could feel it.

The man smirked and sat down at the other side of the desk. “So, we all know why we are here?”

The mysterious man at the end nodded curtly, while the rude blue eyed man mumbled something and the red hair looked terrified. Sam did nothing.

The man nodded like everyone had given an answer and took off his sunglasses to wipe them. “Good,” he said. Sam could see why he wore sunglasses now. His eyes, the palest blue, looked so cold that any it was obvious that any smile he had given before was fake. He looked incapable of looking happy. His icy blue eyes showed his malice, his intelligence.  Sam looked at those eyes and felt fear. This man wouldn’t hesitate about anything. He would have no qualms about killing all of them.

“Okay then, so let’s get started with the introductions,” he said, putting his sunglasses back on.

He nodded at the mysterious man. “This fellow is called Phillip Hazard. He’s a controller of animals, a Feramancer, and his control includes all animals on the property, excluding maybe the bugs. He’s worked for me for a few years now.”

Hazard nodded curtly again.

The man looked at the red haired nobody. “This man’s name is Trent Magnanimous. He’s an illusionist, being able to create moving illusions they looked real, sound real and smell real. Unfortunately, he’s still working on the feeling real.”

Magnanimous shifted awkwardly in his seat.

“I’ll introduce you to Darren Sagacity. This is his third time working for me, and after this, he’ll join my empire permanently. He’s a Techomancer, a controller of technology and mechanics. It’s him who came up with this idea, and it’s him who’s the most important to this plan.”

Sagacity sarcastically tapped two fingers against his forehead in a mock salute.

“And lastly, Samuel Bedlam. He’s an Audiomancer, a controller of soundwaves. Young, but a natural, and the only one in all of Ireland.”

Sam didn’t give any reaction. He was wearing scruffy jeans and a shirt. His jacket was stolen from him yesterday. He had black hair. He wasn’t quite thin, but wasn’t anything near fat either. He was sturdily built. He was once getting near fat, but after a few years of little food, it was pretty much impossible to be fat.

“I am Matthew Tenacious. I control the biggest criminal empire in all of Great Brittan, running both magic and mortal. I’m well known for bringing down the German Sanctuary. Of course, after I left there, they rebuilt, but I left a scar on that land that will never be healed. Ireland will be the same.”

He smiled, and for the first time, Sam was sure it was real. It was cruel and it showed what this man really was. Insane.

“The plan is simple. In the building known as the Fort, there is a computer mainframe that contains enough information to bring the Sanctuary to its knees. It’s a collection of all electronic mortal information from Great Britain, and a fair bit of the magical. And, in theory, with this information, we could control nearly all technology.”

The others nodded like it was no big deal, but Sam raised an eyebrow. This one reaction was enough to bring Tenacious’ attention to him. “Yes?” he asked. “Anything wrong?”

Sam didn’t answer for a moment. “I’m not sure I want to do this,” he said slowly, considering every word. “I don’t like the sound of it.”

“Nonsense,” Tenacious said. “I’m paying you enough to make you rich, you don’t have to do any fighting, just a lookout, and nobody will find out about your little secret.” Tenacious looked at him though those sunglasses, and suddenly Sam felt very nervous. He couldn’t hide anything from him. He was a mind reader for crying out loud.

“You’ll be staying in a room here for tonight. Tomorrow we sought out the plans, and tomorrow night, you go and complete the job.”

A few people said some things, but Sam just stood and walked out the door. Everyone ignored him. After a few minutes of walking nowhere in particular, a voice in his head said Go up another floor, and left. Three down from there. Good night.

Sam gave no sign that he heard, but he did as it said. The voice was Tenacious. That scared him, that he could enter a person’s mind at any time. Sam found his room, and lay in a bed for the first time in years. After listening to people talking in the mansion like house for a few minutes, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

HP

Okay, so I’ve got a few HP fan-fics in my mind. I have way to much too write, so can you pick one, and I’ll do them in order

Either:

One- About Morgan, it's already started (look for the prologue). It's about a dark sorcerer from the middle ages coming back a few years after Voldemort. This is insane, trust me.

Two- An attack on Hogwarts. Like the battle of Hogwarts in HP, but way different. I’ll give you a clue- our furry friends want a snack.

Three- Everyday life of a student. My character will live out the everyday life a Hogwarts student will go through. Meh.

Four- A new character in the HP series. I'll be writing things he did in book 7. This will differ from the book a fair amount. This guy is one of my fav characters, and I made him up.

Five- Scenes in all the books when Harry wasn't there (or wasn't mentioned) and how I think they went. This will take ages.

Six- Okay, never mind, I need to sort out the details for this

So please, comment the number. Also, vote on my poll on the side. All these go under Harry Potter Fan-Fic. So, if the HP fan-fic gets enough votes, I’ll then tally up this vote, and pick one of these.

Oh, and if you want to know my favourite, it’s One

Operation Take Over Ireland Now: Chapter One

Do you like my title? Subtle, no?

Zafira Kerias walked forwards, following the Sanctuary agent in front of her. It was the dead of the night, and the normal people were safe in bed. The only ones out were the people with no lives, the people who were too drunk to have the sense to go home… and the people who weren’t all that human.

Zaf was a Necromancer, from the East Coast Temple. Not the West Coast, never the West Coast. She was in Ireland at the moment, following a Sanctuary agent. She knew almost nothing about the agent, only that she was key to the plans. The plans to take over Ireland.

Emerald Melody was walking down the street, late at night in Dublin. She had just left an important meeting with someone. Normally, these meetings would be at Roarhaven, but it wasn’t everyone’s favourite place. So, sometimes, the meetings would be somewhere else. She had to admit, it made travel easier, considering she lived in Dublin.

She was an important Sanctuary agent. Not an Elder, but in a few years, she could be well on the way to becoming one.  Of course, she was more than an important agent. She was the Sanctuary’s secret. Hardly anyone but the Elders knew. She was the last of her kind.

She heard something behind her, but thought nothing of it. The quiet made anything sound sinister. She kept walking, but after going down a small street and hearing a noise behind her again, she got suspicious. At this time of night? Not many people were out walking, and this was hardly a street most people used. She turned around and saw the empty street. Her sharp eyes scanned everything. Then she saw it. A faint shape in the shadows. It was like the shadows were gathered to hide something, making it almost invisible. Almost.

Emerald smirked. Necromancer. She pretended she didn’t notice, and walked on. There was no noise behind her anymore. The necromancer was wary now. Emerald rounded a corner, out of sight from her stalker, and waited. Then Zafira turned the corner and saw Emerald waiting there. Everything pretty much went down from that point.

Zaf gathered shadows to her right fist, making it into a glove sort of thing, and levelled it at Emerald. “Stop,” she said confidently.

Emerald raised an eyebrow. “No,” she said, and took a step towards the necromancer.

“Don’t you know who I am?” Zaf sneered. “I’m a necromancer of extreme power, and of the highest order.”

“You just sound American to me,” Emerald noted. “And you have no idea who I am.”

The shadows grew sharp, and Zafira prepared to let them lose. “A Sanctuary agent way out of her league?”

“No,” Emerald smiled. “The last werewolf.”

Then she began to change into a monster that would be willing to kill everything it sight. Things are going to get messy…