G. Wayne
02-27-2007, 03:12 PM
So begins my foray into fan-fiction. This is a crossover of the Buffyverse and my own characters from a comic I'm trying to get published. This may be a little rough around the edges, but any comments or critiques are welcome.
The Judgment of Sunnydale
Chapter 1
On a bright, sunny day in California, a small flash of white light suddenly appeared in a back alley. The white flash disappeared as quickly as it appeared, and two figures were now standing in place of the white flash. A man in his 20’s was standing next to slender Japanese girl of roughly the same age. The man had a thin build, shoulder length black hair, black sunglasses, and he was dressed entirely in black with a form fitting, stylized, high collared leather trench coat. The Japanese girl was also dressed entirely in black, with leather gloves, straight black hair past her shoulder blades, and a similar form fitting, high collared trench coat that split at the left and right sides of her waist to reveal a short skirt and knee high boots.
“Akumi…what did you do?!” the man scolded his female companion. He looked around as if he saw something he didn’t like.
“I teleported us to Los Angeles, just like you said to do!” Akumi snapped back.
“Don’t you feel it? Something is …off” the man replied as he continued to look around at his new surroundings.
Akumi paused, taking a moment to scan her surroundings. “Yes, I see what you mean now. It does feel odd here, like something is missing, almost.”
“And you just tried to teleport us to LA. That was it, right?” the man asked again.
Akumi responded calmly “I… usually am very focused when I teleport us. But a stray thought came to me just before we disappeared. This thought was fleeting, but I was briefly reminded of my time before I met you. Then we re-appeared here. I swear to you, Judge, I speak the truth.”
The Judge spoke with a hint of curiosity. “Interesting, let’s take a look around. I hear enough racket, so there are people here. I don’t remember passing through here before, but I find it hard to believe that anyone could be left that’s this clueless.”
As the Judge and Akumi proceeded to walk out of the alleyway, a dirty old man stumbled into view from around the corner a block away. The old man had clearly been homeless for some time, and judging by the brown bag clenched in his right hand, he was celebrating something early in the day.
The man smiled as he looked to the Judge and Akumi. “Hey! You kids shouldn’t be here! It’s dangerous ‘round these parts!” he yelled.
The Judge sighed heavily as he began to raise his right arm towards the homeless man. As small white plumes of energy began to rise from behind the Judge’s sunglasses, he then opened his hand as if to grab the man. Suddenly the old man jerked, dropping the bag in his right hand as his left hand started to make its way to his neck. The Judge then closed his fist as he turned his hand at the wrist so his palm faced upwards. In time with the motion of the Judge’s hand, the old man’s neck quickly turned one hundred and eighty degrees with an audible crack. As the Judge lowered his arm to his side, the old man slumped to the ground.
“Hmmm… that was odd.” The Judge spoke as he continued to walk out of the alley. The white energy still trickled upwards from behind his sunglasses.
“What do you mean?” Akumi asked as she was still trying to take in the area.
“Mainly, encountering a random waste of flesh like that. But it was also almost difficult to snap his neck. It hasn’t been that straining to use my telekinesis since the beginning.” The Judge stopped, and folded his arms across his chest. The energy emanating from his eyes flared briefly, but nothing else happened. “I… can’t… Akumi! Something’s wrong. Try to teleport something big! Doesn’t matter what!”
Akumi quickly looked around, and stopped when she saw a city municipal truck across the street. She stared intently at the truck, and then disappeared in white flash and reappeared instantaneously next to the truck in another white flash. While standing next to the massive truck, Akumi held out her left hand to touch truck with her outstretched fingertips. Akumi held the pose for a few moments, then promptly lowered her head in disgust. She then turned around towards the Judge, and merely walked back to him. Her frustration was clear on her face as her hands came up from her sides to emphasize her dismay.
Akumi cursed softly in Japanese, and then looked to the Judge. “Nothing. Now that I finally try to use my power, I feel weak. Like I was before almost” Akumi tried to hide her revulsion at the idea. “I can still use my power, just not as effective. I can feel my strength returning as we speak, but it will take some time before I can attempt to teleport us again.”
The Judge’s eyebrows peaked from behind the white energy that was now constantly flowing from his eyes. His concern at their situation was starting to show. “I’m having the same problem, but I should still be more than strong enough to keep working. Let’s see what the problem is here, but keep things low-key for now. I don’t think I can hold off a barrage of gunfire just yet.”
Akumi finally smiled. “Agreed. As always, cleansing the gene-pool will make me feel better.”
The Judge and Akumi finally emerged from the alleyway and made it to the street, and began their way down the sidewalk. Just ahead, groups of people were going about their daily life in a downtown shopping area.
“Something is definitely wrong here.” The Judge whispered. “There is no way these people could have re-built this fast. Never-mind that they act is if they haven’t a care in the world about the war right outside their door. ”
“Um, that’s not the only thing.” Akumi said as she pointed to a nearby newspaper that was on the ground several feet away. Akumi quickly disappeared from her standing position and reappeared over the newspaper in a crouching position. She picked up the newspaper, and then teleported back next to the Judge, handing the paper to him.
“Now what?” the Judge asked, surprised.
“This paper is current, just out yesterday. Do you notice anything missing?” Akumi responded, as she started to point to a few articles. “There is no mention of the Culling.”
The Judge grabbed the paper. “Let me see that. This has to be some kind of joke.” The Judge scanned the articles. “A local High School has been rebuilt, but that seems to be the result of some local accident. There’s nothing here. Nothing! This is insane, it’s like you teleported us to another dimension.”
Akumi thought for a moment. “You know, that is possible, I have heard of such theories. I have never tested the full limits of my power, maybe the sudden distraction triggered …something… to send us here. When I regain my full strength, I will try to send us back.”
“Sound plan, but now I’m curious. Let’s see what it’s like here. Who knows, maybe it’s no so bad here” Akumi was surprised, the Judge sounded almost excited.
“You are planning something, aren’t you?” Akumi thought about a world devoid of the death and destruction they had wrought. Things were so different where they were from.
“Only if it comes to it. Besides, we’re only trying to make the world a better place, aren’t we?” The Judge could barely hold back his excitement. “Maybe things are different here?”
Akumi smiled. “Possibly, but I would not get your hopes up.”
The Judgment of Sunnydale
Chapter 1
On a bright, sunny day in California, a small flash of white light suddenly appeared in a back alley. The white flash disappeared as quickly as it appeared, and two figures were now standing in place of the white flash. A man in his 20’s was standing next to slender Japanese girl of roughly the same age. The man had a thin build, shoulder length black hair, black sunglasses, and he was dressed entirely in black with a form fitting, stylized, high collared leather trench coat. The Japanese girl was also dressed entirely in black, with leather gloves, straight black hair past her shoulder blades, and a similar form fitting, high collared trench coat that split at the left and right sides of her waist to reveal a short skirt and knee high boots.
“Akumi…what did you do?!” the man scolded his female companion. He looked around as if he saw something he didn’t like.
“I teleported us to Los Angeles, just like you said to do!” Akumi snapped back.
“Don’t you feel it? Something is …off” the man replied as he continued to look around at his new surroundings.
Akumi paused, taking a moment to scan her surroundings. “Yes, I see what you mean now. It does feel odd here, like something is missing, almost.”
“And you just tried to teleport us to LA. That was it, right?” the man asked again.
Akumi responded calmly “I… usually am very focused when I teleport us. But a stray thought came to me just before we disappeared. This thought was fleeting, but I was briefly reminded of my time before I met you. Then we re-appeared here. I swear to you, Judge, I speak the truth.”
The Judge spoke with a hint of curiosity. “Interesting, let’s take a look around. I hear enough racket, so there are people here. I don’t remember passing through here before, but I find it hard to believe that anyone could be left that’s this clueless.”
As the Judge and Akumi proceeded to walk out of the alleyway, a dirty old man stumbled into view from around the corner a block away. The old man had clearly been homeless for some time, and judging by the brown bag clenched in his right hand, he was celebrating something early in the day.
The man smiled as he looked to the Judge and Akumi. “Hey! You kids shouldn’t be here! It’s dangerous ‘round these parts!” he yelled.
The Judge sighed heavily as he began to raise his right arm towards the homeless man. As small white plumes of energy began to rise from behind the Judge’s sunglasses, he then opened his hand as if to grab the man. Suddenly the old man jerked, dropping the bag in his right hand as his left hand started to make its way to his neck. The Judge then closed his fist as he turned his hand at the wrist so his palm faced upwards. In time with the motion of the Judge’s hand, the old man’s neck quickly turned one hundred and eighty degrees with an audible crack. As the Judge lowered his arm to his side, the old man slumped to the ground.
“Hmmm… that was odd.” The Judge spoke as he continued to walk out of the alley. The white energy still trickled upwards from behind his sunglasses.
“What do you mean?” Akumi asked as she was still trying to take in the area.
“Mainly, encountering a random waste of flesh like that. But it was also almost difficult to snap his neck. It hasn’t been that straining to use my telekinesis since the beginning.” The Judge stopped, and folded his arms across his chest. The energy emanating from his eyes flared briefly, but nothing else happened. “I… can’t… Akumi! Something’s wrong. Try to teleport something big! Doesn’t matter what!”
Akumi quickly looked around, and stopped when she saw a city municipal truck across the street. She stared intently at the truck, and then disappeared in white flash and reappeared instantaneously next to the truck in another white flash. While standing next to the massive truck, Akumi held out her left hand to touch truck with her outstretched fingertips. Akumi held the pose for a few moments, then promptly lowered her head in disgust. She then turned around towards the Judge, and merely walked back to him. Her frustration was clear on her face as her hands came up from her sides to emphasize her dismay.
Akumi cursed softly in Japanese, and then looked to the Judge. “Nothing. Now that I finally try to use my power, I feel weak. Like I was before almost” Akumi tried to hide her revulsion at the idea. “I can still use my power, just not as effective. I can feel my strength returning as we speak, but it will take some time before I can attempt to teleport us again.”
The Judge’s eyebrows peaked from behind the white energy that was now constantly flowing from his eyes. His concern at their situation was starting to show. “I’m having the same problem, but I should still be more than strong enough to keep working. Let’s see what the problem is here, but keep things low-key for now. I don’t think I can hold off a barrage of gunfire just yet.”
Akumi finally smiled. “Agreed. As always, cleansing the gene-pool will make me feel better.”
The Judge and Akumi finally emerged from the alleyway and made it to the street, and began their way down the sidewalk. Just ahead, groups of people were going about their daily life in a downtown shopping area.
“Something is definitely wrong here.” The Judge whispered. “There is no way these people could have re-built this fast. Never-mind that they act is if they haven’t a care in the world about the war right outside their door. ”
“Um, that’s not the only thing.” Akumi said as she pointed to a nearby newspaper that was on the ground several feet away. Akumi quickly disappeared from her standing position and reappeared over the newspaper in a crouching position. She picked up the newspaper, and then teleported back next to the Judge, handing the paper to him.
“Now what?” the Judge asked, surprised.
“This paper is current, just out yesterday. Do you notice anything missing?” Akumi responded, as she started to point to a few articles. “There is no mention of the Culling.”
The Judge grabbed the paper. “Let me see that. This has to be some kind of joke.” The Judge scanned the articles. “A local High School has been rebuilt, but that seems to be the result of some local accident. There’s nothing here. Nothing! This is insane, it’s like you teleported us to another dimension.”
Akumi thought for a moment. “You know, that is possible, I have heard of such theories. I have never tested the full limits of my power, maybe the sudden distraction triggered …something… to send us here. When I regain my full strength, I will try to send us back.”
“Sound plan, but now I’m curious. Let’s see what it’s like here. Who knows, maybe it’s no so bad here” Akumi was surprised, the Judge sounded almost excited.
“You are planning something, aren’t you?” Akumi thought about a world devoid of the death and destruction they had wrought. Things were so different where they were from.
“Only if it comes to it. Besides, we’re only trying to make the world a better place, aren’t we?” The Judge could barely hold back his excitement. “Maybe things are different here?”
Akumi smiled. “Possibly, but I would not get your hopes up.”