White The Ghost: Final Crisis

[Crow]

The Prologue:

Coming Undone

Time, most people see time as a river that forever flows in a single direction. Even in the beginning, this was false, Time is forever an ocean with currents that flow in every which way. Through out the unending battle known as time, warriors have have always met in battle. And through these ages, many a powerful warriors have been created, some even more powerful than reality itself. These warriors waged terrible wars on each other, until the very fabric of reality and time started to crumble. The closer reality came to shattering the more careless the combatants became.The battles raged on, and reality only became worse. It was so, until humanity and life itself was on the brink of destruction.

It was then decided, by the most powerful warriors of that Universe that reality and time should be split apart, to act as a safe guard for the crumbling realities. That the single universe should be split into millions of pieces to keep it stable. Though there were some who were appalled by the idea, they grudgingly accepted these terms, if only to continue there battles in a new fashion. With the combined powers of the creators, the multiverse was born, and as such the single reality was split. The wars continued to rage,though in a different fashion. The pride of the warriors would not be forgotten, and took it upon themselves to attempt to create the most powerful warrior. Unknown to the weaker races, they were now part of the never ending struggle of the multiverse. As time went on, the wars grew quiet and the warriors began to forge their own lives, and eventually they were forgotten. As time does they were erased. Their tales turned to Legend, There Legends turned to myth. and as Myths faded, only the idea of them was left, on the breath of the wind they remained.

Time went on, and the idea of the multiverse vanished, life only concerned with themselves and with that it disappeared.

At the turn of the new century, there waged a great many war's, and from that warriors of untold strength came forth. None having been created by the original warriors of the Omniverse, but warriors whose very core had been founded by the multiverse itself. though none with the power of the original's they were still powerful in there own rights. There powers grew as time went on, and more joined there ranks until there were to many to control and the second power struggle grew. However this time with warriors whose power shook the very foundations of reality, and all carried millions of counterparts from separate realities. The knowledge of the multiverse uncovered in the ruins of battle brought forth desires to rule it all, and an even more powerful desire to recombine them.

It wasn't until then that the warriors of the old days, locked in a never ending struggle with each other, realized what a horrible mistake it was to pass on the powers of gods to creatures who didn't fully comprehend what would happen if they were mistreated. In an attempt o undo thee folly, they appealed to the four creators, the four who proposed the split in the first place. Gods, and controllers of there own they ruled the four dimension of reality; Death, Life, space, and Time. Three of them agreed to return the Multiverse to an Omniverse and remove the fighters as a second safe guard, one however felt that was unnecessary. That Armageddon was the only solution, due to the fact that several of the fighters lived outside of normal perimeters, Avethos, The Creator of time, and Fronde, the Being of Life agreed on this point. However Zefrina, Avethos' twin and the creator of space, and Ha'Nel the Master of Death both believed that it was possible to fix the problem without the death of countless fighters.

As before, they made a deal, they would leave it up to the fighter's of the multiverse to decide how things would play out. They agreed that they may interfere, but may not decide the outcome, or force one if the prospect ever arrived.

And so begins the ending of Time and reality....

[Crow]

"The Serenade of Water"

-London Docks- 7:49 P.M.

The night sky grew steadily darker as the sun set, though a storm raged far out in the distance the water from the docks on the east side of town seemed right in he middle of it. The water thrashed and struck at the docks with unending fervor. A lone figure sat on the docks of London staring out at the raging seas in the distance. The figure itself seemed barely there, dead to the world he simply glared at the sea, White’s eyes seemed to be a reflection of the chaos outside. In all his years the Ocean seemed a place of peace to him, odd that he of all people would look for peace, but he found nothing as he stared. It seemed to him that all around the world, things were starting to change, and not for the better he believed. He stared at the waters, trying to see the reason behind the worlds folly. As he did, White's cold Hollow Yellow and black eyes that made him both famous and infamous were met with the roaring of the ocean. He caught a glimpse of movement beneath the waves, an imposing presence seemed to emanate from the waters for just a split second, instinctively his hand went for the dagger on his back and found he had left it at home.

I'm seeing things again, how irritating... White chuckled, his glare lessening from the water, now staring at the setting sun. He found it odd that he would, even for a second, seem at peace with the sight he saw. Roaring oceans, most of the city of London in ruins, yet he seemed at peace staring at the brilliant orange glow of the sun. His eyes shone off the remaining sunlight, as he stood at the edge of the docks.

"ah, another abomination. One who lives outside of time like those others..." The voice filled White's ears, and for the first time in as long as he could remember, he felt nothing but dread. His over whelming desire to turn and run was over powering him, it waged it’s own personal battle with his pride. In the end though pride won out.

White turned to see what kind of person could have an aura of such malice that even White himself would cringe away from. There at the end of the docks stood a creature unlike any he'd ever seen. The persons appearance was that of a human, or as close to one as you could get without actually being one. But only it's shape said Human. His eyes were blank, but his stare carried the weight of long years and too many deaths. His skin was hardly normal- translucent, almost albino, and it carried a diamond tint to it that made him look almost as imposing as his presence. White couldn’t even manage a glare in this guys presence, like staring at a sun from ten feet away.

"Outside time?" Was all he could get out, his self-preservation and his dread now working together against his pride. He took a steep forward to steady his nerves.

"You do not age.... Time does not effect you. How powerful you must feel..." The man took a step forward and white took a step back to match him.

What the hell is this guy...? I feel.... powerless... His thoughts jumbled as he began thinking of escape plans.

White struggled to regain his footing, and the creature obviously smirked. "or maybe I’m wrong.... you don’t even seem to be there as a creature... A hollow shell of what you should be.." The taunting started batting White’s pride like a child with a stick.

"Heh heh heh, Quite the fancy talker, bet you got loads of friends don’tcha…?" White aimed to dig his claws into the chest of the intruder, lack of weapon or no he wouldn’t take this standing around. “Do you realize who it is you’re talking to?”

"Do you..?" was his only reply. White’s supposed target vanished in that instant, and white felt a sudden stabbing pain in his arms and chest. He looked down to find he was bleeding and quite badly, several spikes were protruding from different spots on his body. White looked back, standing on the other side of the docks, and spewing murderous intent was the intruder. “So you can't die, you are an abomination that must be dealt with.. I’ll send you to hell…”

“Been there…” White spat blood as he removed one of the larger spikes from the right side of his chest. “They leave an entire section of the city open in case I should drop in and visit…” White chuckled, and spat blood in the direction of the intruder.

And then he lost consciousness.

-Gamma site Prison- 7:32 A.M.

White awoke in a room that reminded him of an old hospital of some kind, he‘d never been in one personally but he‘d killed many people who were in one at the time of their death. The pain was excruciating, considering he could feel the baseball bat sized rock shards had been removed from his body. Though it hurt, he could deal with it. He'd felt worse many times before. His attempt to stand was thwarted by the pain however. His movement alerted someone that he was very much awake now though, this was followed by a loud shriek and the sound of a door sliding open.

"It appears as though you have awoken.. That is good Commander General." Another voice, this one calm but full of command and force. It carried the sound of many battles in it, an army general perhaps. White turned his head, and found himself staring at a dark skinned, older human male wearing a military uniform. His first opinion of him was that he had an air of almost fearlessness, the second was that of a nervous underling unaware of how to proceed. White stared at him with a kind of amazed gaze, he'd seen this man just the other day. He was on the news, He died in the line of duty, a secret service agent of the president.

The hell is going on…? and Who's this Commander-General? I don't see anyone but me...

White's ears picked up odd sounds. First and foremost was miles away, he heard the sound of too many police sirens, Military grade Helicopters. Second was closer, much to close for his liking and way to familiar, something else... Something.. familiar yet out of the ordinary.

"You Hear those, don't you?" The dark skinned officer stated as he saluted White, and fixed him with an admiring stare. "It seems that the Black Rogue's have caught news that you’ve been injured by someone, they come to remove your head Commander.." His eyes angled into an iron hate-filled glare.

"The Black Rogues...? What are they some new band or something? Sorry but I don’t listen to much music..." White shrugged and turned away to look at the iron bars on his window, His mind wasn't working right, he found it impossible to phase, or shift back to is more comfortable non-corporeal form, only barely able to do so.

"Sir, they are the largest resistance faction to this date! You have hounded them tirelessly, it was Lord Carmoire's desire that you bring an end to them" He looked taken aback, as at the mention of Carmoire's name White's teeth were bared and his hand sparked for a second with black electricity. "Sir, you must be experiencing some memory loss, when we found you you were almost gone from this world. It was the most damaged anyone had ever seen you in, what we all hoped you could fill us in on the reason...?"

White listened intently on the sounds of battle waging and was startled by the sound of the loudspeaker creaking. “Vice Commander Jared report to the entrance, Lord Carmoire has issued orders, and will be joining us in less then an hour!” This revelation sent a chill down White’s spine.

White's eyes turned a glassy yellow, and a low hiss of cuss words escaped his lips. Now he knew where he’d remembered the other sound. He listened very carefully at the coming sirens, the sound of a battle being waged not two miles away, and finally to the small bugs that were crawling around the hospital.

[Crow]

Chapter 2:

[glow=red,25,300]I don't Care[/glow]

-Gamma Site Prison- 8:23 am-

White walked towards the window, his head pounded. Staring outside, now did he finally come to grasp with what was going on. The world outside the hospital window was dead and barren. The cities, atl east that's what the buildings looked like to him, were crumbling and destroyed. It was London, but it looked like it had been ravaged by so many years of war, the buildings themselves looked as if they were bleeding.

What the Hell.... That nonhuman bastard... did he jump me to the future?

Coming down the cracked road were loads after loads of military grade tanks, helicopters, and such White didn't even register.

How long was I out...? Am I still asleep?, a coma of some kind..?

It was the only thing that made sense to him, he soon realized he was no longer aware of what went on around him, like his senses had been cut off for a split second. His brain felt like he ran full speed into a brick wall, and kept going through several more. The officer just stared wild eyed, eventually walking out door, closing it behind him. "What the hell is going on?..." White walked back to his bed and fell onto it. He wanted answers, but here wasn't the place to get them. His eyes shifted to a T.V. screen that sat just head high on the other side of the room next to the door. The coat was unmistakable, and of course even if It were in the future, she would be alive. She was better at dodging death than he was, but of course that wasn't much of a victory on her part, he was already long dead.

"Lord Carmoire is on his way, he wants to personally meet with him..To find out exactly what had happened."

Wait. White's head was processing this faster than usual, that was her voice, but she hated Carmoire, she wouldn't even call him lord of shit - it might offend the flies. Brain washed? What the hell happened while I was out?

"I am aware of that Mistress Devil, but he seems to be suffering from some kind of memory loss himself... He didn't even so much as spit when I mentioned the Black rogues, he looked as if he'd never heard of them before." He handed her a Clipboard of some kind, and started briefing her things that white didn't understand.

"Memory Loss my ass... The whole damn worlds gone insane" White muttered under his breath. Standing up again, agitated, he couldn't simply sit around and do nothing.

The human muttered a few more words - unintelligible things, and the door slid open. White kept his eyes glued to the window he was now standing in front of, but he felt the energy of the person standing behind him. He turned to stare at her, his eyes meeting a very lazy and dull look.

"Who are you exactly?" She glared at him, he was used to such a look, but mingled in was uncertainty. That was new to him. " I was sent by my lord to see if the rebels had Wounded Commander-General Necrosis, who are you?" She took a step forward, White didn't even bother answering. He simply turned to stare outside again.

"Your Lord? You serve that loser Carmoire then huh? Heh heh, how pathetic..." There was a sudden twinge of pain in his back as he found that a hand had pushed through his chest. He looked down at it bored as ever, yet glad he was starting to regain his abilities, any later and he would have died for real.

"Insults won't be tolerated. Don't speak so light of Lord Carmoire, a rebel like yourself has nothing to offer Carmoire, Die and begone." She removed her hand from his chest and turned to walk away. "Get someone in here to clean this insect up!" She looked at one of the nurses who just kept staring in shock at what was behind her.

"What exactly were you hoping to accomplish with that exactly?" quick as Lightning she whirled around, shock etched across her features as well. With practiced skill, White moved in front of This fake and brought his hand around her throat, lifting her into the air with just one hand. "You're not actually Miss K. are you? good, then I'll have no remorse removing your existence from this world..." With that he put pressure on her throat, slight popping noises came from her neck as he stared. "be thankful it's me, the real Miss K. Would make you suffer for your poor imitation skills."

"Hey there, hands off..." White jumped back, just in time. A large slash appeared in the floor just above where white's arm had been. "Lieutenant general Kazama, I know he caught you buy surprise, but try to keep up.." White looked up, at the door stood another White hedgehog like himself, but something about him was off. He was all bones, his ribs , arms, even his skull was all visible, but his eyes were what caught white's attention. They could easily be mistaken for White's eyes, except that had had Yellow and this newcomer's were White.

"This just keeps getting better and better..." was all white muttered, and the wall behind him exploded as the first shell of a military grade tank tore through the hospital.

[Crazienous]

thehehee... now that's an entrance... o.o

keep it up, will ya?

[Suri]

Well, dayum you can write. =) I say you're too modest about your writing skills.