A story I thought I would work on because currently I'm running dry on Joy the Nine ideas. There will be slight gore, and some light swear words. The heavy swear words are bleeped. Cover art coming soon, maybe depends
If there's one word I'd describe my brother with, it'd be parasite. No, he was even worse than a parasite. I hate him and I will hate him forever until the end of time.
Ever since I was a child, he pushed me around, hoarded attention from MY OWN parents. The stuff he wanted from he, he would steal. Whenever he's bored, I'd be his favorite toy. A punching bag for his pack of lowly scumbags. The attention was for him and ONLY for him, while I can only sulk around in my own corner, watching this atrocity of a human being.
The lightning and thunder, they don't help me much. The rain will stain my boots, my clothes, my everything. And he, will destroy, my life, my will to live, my everything.
And I loathe that.
One day, I will overcome him.
Just you wait
Chapter 1. Crashing In
"Haha gottem!" Sunn said as he flung a crowbar with full force at a rival dragon rider, making the trainer slingshot right off from the back of the ShovelHelm he was riding as blood spewed out of his shattered and ugly maw. A few clusters of yellow teeth can be seen flying out of his mouth as the droplets of blood spilled half way.
Sunn grinned with satisfaction whilst looking back at the fallen rider, the wind whipping furiously in his face as he flew alongside the rest of his gang in vast underground city.
Twisting and soaring through the dark tunnels, the wind blew his hair like a storm, and he zoomed out from the opening of the cave to the rest of his gang. They rode their dragons in a swift and furious flight as they commanded their dragons to shoot at the rivals, who were all falling down one by one. Another teen boy rose up in front near Sunn's dragon and soared beside him in a slow circle, before speaking.
He was practically yelling, the wind battles with his voice, "You keeping up to it, Sunn!?" His voice was half muffled, but Sunn seemed to understand him perfectly.
"Ha! I'm doing better than ever, Ian!" With that, he urged his Bold Boulder to fly on a bit faster, and when a rival gang member cornered him with his ThornRidge, Sunn's Bold Boulder shot a blunt fireball straight into its face, knocking the rider out in an instant. Sunn clenched his fists in victory, "Haha yess another one!"
"By the way, I'm TOTALLY gonna win now, I already got like, two riders down, you better hurry Fish Cheeks Boy, or you're gonna be buying me lunch today!"
Sunn always liked to call his best friend Ian Devoni "Fish Cheeks Boy," but that was a story for later, right now, they were in a intense competition, to see who could knock out the most rival gang members.
"Ha, already ahead of you Mr Prideful, guess what, I have FOUR gang members down already. Beat that dude! You're totally gonna take that back when you cram those dragon pepper into your mouth!" Just when they were laughing their heads off, a pitch black Skrill and it's rider appeared before them.
The menacing eyes of the dragon and it's flowing electricity shot from its jagged spines and head crest. The rider that sat on top of it growled slightly.
"What are you two doing? Get back down there and help us win! Can't you do anything but be useless, Sunn Golding?" With a gruff twist, he dove down swiftly in a rage, the Skrill shrieking its victorious battle cry, its roar echoing off the cavern walls.
A bright flash of pure lightning can be sensed below as Sunn kept silent, but definitely immensely angered. Ian sensing this wave of anger, decided to excuse himself and leave. "Well, guess I'll get to it now, I'll beat ya!" With that, Ian also flew down to join in on the fight.
Sunn sighed, he h a t e d his brother, Storm Golding, but there are times when he would feel like a rotten corpse, forgotten and viewed as freaky, nowhere near the beautiful swan or princess, which was his brother. In this gang, he was the bad apple, the rotten one with no seeds or hope...
His blood boiled, he couldn't give a **** right now, I'll win, and get my free lunch from fish cheeks dude. Couldn't care less if that son of a DeathGripper brother wants me to do something.
Charging downwards in a fast pace, his dragon's wings started flapping vigorously until they halted into the middle of the fight.
Sunn broke a guy's chin and fractured another's elbow. Cracking their bones one by one, his dragon singed the air around them and they soon fell off the backs of their dragons, who all flew away from them.
The Skrill from earlier soared ahead as it twisted around the caverns, flapping its large and sharp wings in tight turns, the jolts of pure electricity produced painful screams from the rival gang members. Soon, the last of them retreated, and Sunn had a good feeling they won't be back soon after having their ****** kicked by him.
Soaring back into the city, he tries to memorize how many gang members he shot down.
5.6 anddddd 7
Seven gang members, Sunn scratched his bet, nervous of how many points Ian got. He turned his head to his friend, this time, talking without and screaming, since the air and wind is calm near the center of the city. The giant glowing crystals shot up from below, and the gigantic stone buildings glowed with the beautiful algae and iridescent stones, reflecting many colors of the rainbow.
"Hey Ian, how many points you got? I have seven."
"Awwww shoot bud! I only got 6, but I was so close though!" Ian exclaimed into the air, his hands thrown up.
"Ha! Told ya loser! Guess who's getting free lunch nowwwwwww~." Sunn then began to move his hand slightly in dancing positions as he rejoiced in his victory. Huh, I guess getting a free lunch is something to celebrate over.