IT'S ABOUT TIME! I've been WAITING for to get a '9' section! Ha! And look at all these stories! Wahooooo! Well, anyways, anyone from the 9 Forums, it is I, Ditto! I have come to teach *cofcorruptcof* about 9! CORRUPTTTTT!
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Anywho, this is a story I started on the 9 forums and now shall bless everyone here with it!
Enjoy!
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The Reborn
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Chapter One:
I Have A Story For You
'There is a saying: yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift. That is why it is called the "present."
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I have a story for you.
Would you ever believe that the worlds greatest savior was only 8 inches tall?
Would you believe he lost everything, fighting for a speices that had died out long before his life?
Would you even believe he ever existed?
No?
How wrong you are, my friend.
Our world died out long ago. From the foolish mistakes of the corrupt creatures called humans. They claimed they fought for peace, but all the did was cause pain and death. Because of them, this planet we called Earth nearly died, along with everything on it. Life had been nearly wiped from it's face, leaving nothing but traces of the long lost. Of those who had chance. Those, who lost everything.
Then how are we here, you ask?
We are because of a toy maker and his rag dolls.
I understand you have reason to doubt me. Just listen.
That toy maker was also a scientist. He was genius who wanted nothing but peace. He built for what he thought was the greater good. He created magnificent things.
But he was betrayed.
His machines, his creations, were taken from him along with their blueprints. The man who took, the Chancellor, used them to create weapons for mass destruction. For power. He wanted complete and absolute power. No matter who he had to kill. No matter who he had to vanquish. He would have what he desired.
At all cost, he would have absolute power.
However...
The price for his selfishness and cruelty was far higher then he expected.
The machines turned on him, on the toy maker, and on the world.
They came to realize too late. The purge had already begun. Death was around the corner.
His creation, the monster now called B.R., was annihilating all life.
The toy maker had one last idea.
He created dolls. Yes, little rag dolls. Each embodied a part of the human soul.
Of his soul.
With each doll he created, he gave them one part of his soul. With each piece he gave, he grew weaker and weaker. But he pushed on. He had to.
He created only nine.
1; The Protector.
2; The Inspiration.
3; The Definer.
4; The Teacher.
5; The Guide.
6; The Leader.
7; The Defender.
8; The Guard.
And lastly...
9; The Savior.
9 was the last rag doll and his most advanced.
He knew that he would be the last one and left him a message.
"We had such potential, such promise. But we squandered our gifts. And so, 9, I am creating you. Our world is ending. Life must go on."
"9, you will save us all."
And he did. But at a great price.
He led the other dolls through hell.
But he could not bring them back.
They fought a terrible battle, in a war they never started. And lost everything they held dear.
One by one, life after life, 9 was the only one left.
His will nearly broken, the battle had almost been lost.
But a thought struck him.
If he could not win, everything they had done would be in vain. Everything his friends, his family sacrificed for, would be null.
He had to win.
Life had to win.
The battle was long and hard, but he did it. He had fought and hoped, never losing sight of his goal.
He had won.
It had finally ended.
But the price of winning was hefty.
He had sacrificed everything he had.
His joy, his love, his family, and his life.
But it was not in vain.
For life pushed on.
The day his last breath left his body, the world began it's slow healing.
Time began passing.
The world was born again.
Life was given another chance.
All thanks to 9 small rag dolls.
Because of them, we are here today.
But, that is not the end of their story. Not at all. In fact, a new chapter in their lives has just turned.
For everything and anything with a soul, can be reborn.
Souls are the very foundation of the world around us.
So, my dear friend, continue on.
For this, is their story.
The Reborn.
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[Music starts playing: What If by Safety Suit]
[We see a teenage boy sitting in a corner of a room, gripping his curly red hair. A twisted expression is on his face. The walls around him cover in bloody drawings. His brown eyes are wide and tears streak his face. His mouth moves but no words leave it.]
What if it makes you sad at me?
[A small boy, with dark black hair and blue eyes, stands next to a stranger as a tall blond man walks away. The child wails as the person holds him back.]
["Papa, come back!"]
And what if it makes you laugh now but you cry as you fall asleep?
And what if it takes your breath
[The man doesn't look back.]
And you cant hardly breathe?
And what if it makes the last sound be the very best sound?
[An older man sits next to a hospital bed. He gently takes the small hand a boy wrapped in bandages and cry's.]
["Thomas..."]
What if what I want makes you sad at me?
[A blond woman screams, holding a blond child to her body, cover in his blood. Angry tears fall down her face.]
And is it all my fault or can I fix it please?
Cause you know that I'm always all for you
Cause you know that I'm always all for you
[A elder man, with dark gray hair stands in front of a gravestone.]
(Close up on the stone)
[Tonya Ferninad; Loving wife and daughter]
[A man in a military uniform watches the elder. He walks up placing a hand on his shoulder. The elder sighs.]
What if it makes you lose faith in me?
[The boy with curly red hair grabs a man's arm, yelling. The man looks at the boy, shock in his one visible eye. He pushes the boy away and began walking away.]
What if makes you question every moment you cannot see?
And what if it makes you crash
And you can't find the key?
["Please, 5, remember!]
[The man freezes.]
What if it makes you ask how you could let it all go?
What if what I want makes you sad at me?
[The black haired boy, older now, stands watching a group of people walk away from the smaller red head. He's cry and begging for them to listen. He falls to the ground, crying out.]
["This is life or death, you must believe me! Please!"]
And is it all my fault or can I fix it please?
Cause you know that I'm always all for you
[Two small children huddle behind the blond woman. She holds a spear, glaring at a creature unseen.]
Cause you know that I'm always all for you
[The one-eyed man pushes the black haired boy to the group. There's a scream and the boy looks back with horror in his eyes.]
["AHGGG!!!"]
["NO!!!"]
And if this be our last conversation
[Scene changes to a play ground, snow is falling. Two people stand together.]
If this be the last time that we speak for awhile
[The blond woman looks at the black haired boy.]
["I'll never forget you. Not again."]
Don't lose hope and don't let go
Cause you should know
[The boy takes her hand.]
["The soul never forgets."]
If it makes you sad
If it makes you sad at me
[Running and running, the elder with dark gray hair and the black haired boy desperately run through a rundown subway. Something behind the screeches. Gunshots ring out and the boy freezes looking back.]
["They're still alive! We have to go back!"]
Then it's all my fault and let me fix it please
["It's too late, boy! We'll die if we go back!"]
["And they'll die for sure if we don't!"]
Cause you know that I'm always all for you
[The black haired boy looks up as someone calls out to him.]
Cause you know that I'm always all for you
[Laughter is heard. Smiling faces are seen.]
What if what I want makes you sad at me?
["Come on, Sal!"]
And if its all my fault then let me fix it please
[Another voice calls out.]
["Come on, 9!"]
Cause you know that I'm always all for you
[He smiles.]
Cause you know that I'm always all for you
["I'm coming! Don't leave me!"]
[Voice over]
["This is our second chance. Are you going to throw it away?"]
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TBC