Welcome back, fellow Authors, to a very ambitious story written by yours truly. For some reason, the old topic of Goldenheart was erased in it's entirety. Originally, I had no intention of re-writing this story, but because this is my first story I've been proud to tell, I'm not giving up on it.
However, four days of work have gone down the drain, hours of work completely obliterated into the void of the internet, forever lost. That being said, I hope you will bare with me. I'm going to type up a synopsis chapter below, explaining the events of the old story in a more summarized fashion.
When I get some more free-time, I will gladly retype the entire beginning, replacing this 'summary' chapter entirely. Moving on with the story is currently my perogative. I know this is probably the laziest writing I've done. But what would you expect if John's Mettle and... nevermind.
Without any further delay, allow me to explain everything as it happened in the previous thread.
"Oops." was all Phil could say, staring into the blank abyss, the shattered remains of a laptop on the ground before him.
"I'd have expected no less from Josh, but YOU Phil?!" Morgan growled, staring at the broken laptop at his feet. "Maybe I didn't make it CLEAR to you that you are a FICTIONAL character in a goddamn STORY! That STORY is the reality we were once standing in. That STORY is now that pile of debris on the floor beneath you!"
"Where is everyone?" Josh asked, ignoring the man's previous comment.
"This is the VOID." Morgan grit his teeth, pulling a small tablet out of his pocket. "This is where trashed stories go."
"Trashed?!" the twins replied.
"Yes, Trashed." Morgan shook his head in fury. "There was a glitch in the system when I was forming the universe around the others, and the entire Universe as you knew it... blew up."
"So... we lost?" Phil asked.
"Yes, and no." Morgan sighed, tapping his thumb over the miniature keypad. "This is what WILL happen to the Universe, if I don't retell the story from the beginning, and get the others back on track."
"So, where is everyone else?" Josh asked. "What story, who are you?"
"Oh, right." Morgan slapped himself on the forehead. "Okay, I don't have much time to explain, I'm too busy trying to mend this glitch, okay?"
"My name is Morgan, I am an Author, part of the Author's Guild. We're a group of friends that gather together, and develop stories based off of subjects we like. Your guy's Universe you share with the Master Chief is one such Universe."
While Morgan was saying/typing this, the bridge of the Aura of Armaggedon slowly started to form around them again. With a gasp of air, the entire crew of the UNSC vessel, Autumn, Jorge, Darryl, Chloe, Lance, Lillian, the Speaker and Scott appeared.
"Don't speak." Morgan shushed the crowd of returning characters. "I'm explaining."
"Recently, one of my friends, named John, decided to remake his story; Mettle and Metal. To you guys, it's Agent Nine's entire life story, being re-written." Morgan replied. "What I'm sure you didn't know, however, is that the majority of John's timeline intertwined with this Universe."
"As I speak, Blaine, a Titan named Drake, and a Meta human named Bryce are searching for pieces of themselves that are crucial to reviving a character I developed long ago, that is capable of stabalizing the timeline. With his power, the Universe will be able to accept John's dramatic changes, and not implode on itself."
"This character, Goldenheart, lives vicariously through all three of them. Blaine represents Goldenheart's insurmountable strength, Bryce his wit, and Drake his courage. When all three of them locate their souls of silver, and their minds are crystal clear, then they must unlock the secret to Goldenheart's inevitable return."
"Before Phil foolishly dropped my laptop, causing this momentary glitch in the story, Blaine, Drake, and Bryce had arrived in Old Russia, a part of Drake's portion of the Universe. Without speaking, I want the Speaker to open a video link with Drake."
The Speaker did as he was requested, his older model Ghost robot hovered forward, opening up into a blue sphere of energy, it's eye producing a screen.
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Blaine shook his head, he wasn't quite sure how or why, but one of the portals in the air above him flashed a brilliant white light, and then there had been nothing for some time. Coughing, he clutched his chest, a giant trench formed in his armor where a sword had broken his shields, and slashed his chest.
Glancing upwards, the giant black carapaced creature roared, greenish blue energy swirling around it. Hefting a massive sword, Blaine dodged it's swings, closing the gap as best as he could. Behind him, Bryce and Drake fought off miniature versions of the massive beast in front of him.
"CROTA CLEAVES!
Growling with annoyance, Blaine narrowly avoided yet another slice from the beast. Before grinning beneath his helmet, charging towards the monstrocity, he side-stepped it's downward slash, stomping on the bend of it's arm. Crota roared in pain, dropping the sword, as Blaine hefted it's dark weapon, dropping it on it's head like a cleaver.
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Some time later
"Dawn came in here somewhere." Blaine said, his DMR scanning the darkened, abandoned Russian complex. "Bryce, Drake, I need you guys to split up with me."
"I don't think that's a good idea." Bryce replied.
"Just go, I'll be fine. It's not my first rodeo."
Bryce and Drake shrugged, separating from Blaine as was suggested. Both of them walked up a flight of stairs, while Blaine continued straight down the hallway. Suddenly, he could hear the muffled screams from Dawn, not too far from his location.
Turning the corner, he stopped, peeking inside the room. Dawn was there, held up on the wall by a man with slicked back blonde hair.
"Aren't you just adorable." he hissed, Blaine's Spartan hearing allowing him to hear it. "I could just eat you."
There was a beeping in the man's pocket, 'causing Blaine to stop his advance.
"Famine, did you locate the girl yet?! War's gettin' antsy!" a voice crackled through the primitive radio.
"Yeah, I got the Admiral's girl. Patch me through to the boss, I want to hear his orders."
"No need, I am also here. Walter's familiar voice crackled through the transponder. "We must demoralize him, only then will my plans succeed. Kill her."
Dawn's eyes opened wide, as Blaine turned the corner, DMR at the ready. His daughter, young and innocent as ever, glanced up at him with a happy look. Famine noticed this in her eyes, turning his head just slightly to face the Admiral.
"Well, isn't this a shame." Famine chuckled. "Well, I'm glad you could join me for SUPPER!"
Snarling like an animal, Famine bit his fangs into Dawn's throat, as she screamed in pain.
"NOOOOOOOOOO!" Blaine roared, firing his DMR at the man, Famine's skin hardening to deflect the bullets.
Grabbing the man, Blaine threw him aside, as Dawn's limp body fell to the floor. Famine stood shakily, the lone light fixture in the otherwise dark room flickered, kicking it away from him, he slowly walked towards the Spartan.
"If you really wanted a taste, you should've just asked!" Famine said cockily.
He stopped his advance, however, as the ceiling above him dropped small bits and pieces onto their heads. Blaine sat there, on his knees, hugging his daughter's still form. Silently, the Spartan tore his helmet off of his head, chucking it at the wall beside him. The rumbling in the room intensified, as cracks formed along the wall, dancing up and downwards.
Staring at the Spartan, Famine watched as a smoke like shadow poured into the room from the cracks, surrounding the Admiral. Blaine's fist clenched, the cracking of his knuckles echoed throughout the building, loud enough to break glass. The swirling mixture of smoke and debris hardened into a stained glass sphere around the Spartan, the symbol of an eagle embedded into the face of it.
Suddenly, a gauntleted hand shattered through the glass, causing Famine to jump. Darkness poured out of the hole, a singular red iris glowing out of the hole. Famine began to back away, before the entire sphere shattered.
Standing before him, the Spartan stood slightly taller than he had before, a tornado of dark energy swirled around him, waving his newly formed beard to and fro. Famine couldn't make out the majority of the Spartan's face, however, as a shadow covered from the bridge of his nose upwards.
All that he could make out of the Spartans once blue eyes, were the burning red iris' that glowed throughout the room. Backing away slowly, Famine managed a minor chuckle.
Turning on his heels, he sprinted for the door Blaine had entered. But with every footfall, the door only seemed to get further and further away. Turning back, the shadowy figure slowly walked after him. A toothy grin, almost cartoonishly evil, now emblazoned on Blaine's face.
Opening his eyes wide, he continued his fruitless sprint for the door. Turning his head back once more, Blaine was much more closer, within an arm's length. That's when he felt the hand fall on his shoulder.
The strength issued downwards on his shoulder was enough to stop him from running, he could feel the balls of his ankles cracking from the force.
"No" Blaine's usual voice replaced by something dark and echoed. "I don't want a taste, I want the WHOLE THING!"
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"EUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!" Drake and Bryce heard echoing throughout the building.
"Was that Blaine?" Drake asked.
"No, but I pray that whoever it is said their prayers." Bryce shuddered. "C'mon."
Sprinting for the stairs, both of them vaulted over the railing, charging down the hallway towards the source of the scream. Turning the corner, the first thing they could make out was the body crumbled in the corner, a singular source of light flickering on it.
Bryce flinched, however, as a headless corpse flew past them, smashing into the wall. Bryce covered his eyes, the liquidized body streaming down the drywall. Turning back, he gasped, a shadowy figure stood there, crimson red eyes staring at them.
"Oh good, more friends to play with."
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Autumn covered her mouth as she glanced at the video before them, Morgan, having already known this would happen, seemed completely unfazed by this.
"Don't worry, I've been through this before." Morgan huffed. "Bryce, Drake, get the hell out of that building."
"How can you be so heartless?!" Autumn screamed, approaching him. "My daughter is dead, and my husband has been possessed by some demon!"
"I'll explain later." Morgan stared at her intensely. "For now, our only two sources of salvation need to get the fuck out of dodge before THEY become the dessert!"
"Dessert?! Fuck that man, I'm out!" Bryce said.
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"Don't be like that." Blaine said, walking slowly behind the fleeing Titan and Meta. "Dawn and I were just having a tea party. Won't you join us?"
Now matter how fast they ran, however, the door only got farther and farther away. Bryce turned backwards, only to see Blaine teleporting, a few feet at a time, down the endless hallway towards them.
"HOLY FUCK!" Bryce said, grabbing Drake by the shoulder, Blaine nearly on top of them.
Closing his eyes, the two of them disappeared in a small layer of ice, which fell to the floor, Blaine's hand narrowly swiping through it.
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"What the fuck was that?!" Bryce coughed, Drake grumbling in annoyance. "Why did the big man just go all satanic on us?!"
"I'll explain to you guys later, right now, I can revive Dawn. But I need someone to take her place." Morgan sighed. "Autumn, Drake, Bryce, Chloe, Lillian, and Lance are all exempt."
"Then let it be me." Scott said, stepping forward bravely. "I can't stand around knowing my sister is a mess, and my niece is dead."
"Negative." Jorge said, pushing Scott back. "I was never meant to survive that explosion all those years ago. Take me in her place."
Ripping his dogtags off, Jorge handed them to Morgan with a curt nod.
"Blaine can use these as a memento of Dawn, hopefully that'll help." Jorge replied. "Just tell him to make it count."
Morgan hesitated again, having already done this to Jorge before, it hurt him no less. Typing away at the tablet, the group hung their heads as Jorge disappeared in a flash of white light.
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Blaine stood there, growling like an animal. The others had left him, he would make them all suffer. Every last son of a bitch that dared to come near him, he'd rip them apart.
Turning to the wall, he decided that he was bored of standing, staring at the melting pile of ice. Whipping his head back, he smashed his bare forehead into the wall, cracking it. He didn't feel pain, and his body didn't show any signs of damage.
He continued bashing his head off of the wall, why he wasn't quite sure. Part of him thought it would clear the cloud over his head, impeding his judgement. The other did it merely for fun, until the next victim came along.
To his left, he heard shuffling. Without looking, he decided in this place it was likely a rat. Continuing to bash his head, he stopped suddenly, when he felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around his torso.
"Why are you hurting yourself, Daddy?" Dawn asked, lightly sobbing.
Glancing down at the girl, he felt the weight on his mind lifting, the stinging redness in his vision slowly subsiding. Sinking down to his knees, he looked his daughter in the eyes. His iris' long returning to their deep, sad blue eyes.
Shaking, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in for a tight hug. Running his hand along his hair, he felt her bury her head into his shoulder.
"D-daddy though he lost you." Blaine replied quietly.
"I'm okay, please... stop hurting yourself."
"You got it kiddo." Blaine said, hugging her tightly.
Standing, he lifted his daughter onto his shoulders, ducking his way through the building, he saw Drake and Bryce resting in the clearing not far from them.
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"Those teeth man." Bryce shook his head. "What in the hell was that, anyways?"
"Stow the bellyaching, when you're with me, you act like a soldier." Blaine's voice boomed from above the Psychic.
"Hey!" Bryce growled, standing. "Who do you think you-"
Looking up, the sweet girl on the man's shoulders waved at Bryce. Remembering her from his small skirmish with the Spartan some time ago, Bryce nodded with a smile of relief.
"I see you found her." Bryce nodded. "Good, everyone can rest happily."
"You guys need to get back, I'll explain everything when you're here."