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Two members of the resistance, Matt Cruise and his girlfriend, were on a mission to recover a new type of weapon the aliens had found. They stealthily got deep inside one of the aliens bases the weapon was meant to be in and found the lab they were looking for. In a chamber in the middle something big was floating. It was a type of glider, silver with sharp edges. They tried opening the chamber but a group of aliens burst into the room, they said they let them get this far where they are cut of from contacting the rest of the resistence. They began firing, the glass chamber shattered. The ygrabbed Matts girlfriend holding her hostage and pulled her away. Matt jumped up onto the glider and chased after the aliens. It was surprisingly easy to control, seeming to react to what his mind commanded, Matt wondered where it came from. Finding out would have to wait, he pursued the aliens and wondered if the glider had weapons, no sooner had he thought it then a rocket shot out and hit one of the aliens cars blowing it to pieces. After a while he got shot down and knocked unconscious. The aliens dragged him away.

When he awoke they told him it was them that leaked the information about the glider, it isnt whats improtant to them, they needed a strong willed human to send into space to contact a creature called Galactus, who had unimaginable technolgy and power who can help them fight their enemies. If he doesn’t go they will kill his girlfriend. They opened a portal, Matt got on the glider and flew through it.

He was propelled deep into space and arrived at some kind of space station. He flew in an opening and was soon confronted by a huge creature, Matt realised this must be the Galactus they meant. Galactus confronted him asking what he’s doing here. Matt told galactus of the alien race and that they want his help, but Galactus knew of the aliens and had a personal grudge against them from some time ago. He would not help them, and told Matt to leave. Matt pleaded with Galactus telling him they have someone important to him, and would he at least help him save her. Galactus said he will give the human power, power to save the one he loves, but when he needs him he will come to Earth and expect Matt to go with him to do whatever he asks, any resistance and he’ll destroy the planet himself. Matt had to agree. Galactus shot Matt with some kind of energy, he felt a warmth come across him. When it was over, he looked down and saw that his entire body had been covered in some kind of gold skin, so had the glider, and he felt like he could do anything. He thanked Galactus and like a shooting star shot into space back towards Earth, to save his girlfriend and help the resistance combat the alien threat, for he is now the Gold Glider….

To be continued….

thats so funny! matt cruise! lol!!!!!!!

these new emoticons rock!

lol was my nickname im not good at thinkin of names jus put that. did u like the story though?

Great idea

Im still wetting myself over "Matt Cruise and his girlfreind"

Well, today's my day off, and since i work nights now, that means i'm stuck trying to find something to do for the next . . . six hours. I've washed my car, cleaned my house, and done my homework. That leaves writing.
Here you go.

Part 1

The squirrel sat atop its perch. Currently it was distracted with some nut it had found, so its back was turned. For a second, it lifted its head, possibly aware something was wrong.
That second was all he needed. The marble, held delicately between his tiny fingers, launched outwards with alarming speed. It caught the squirrel at the base of its neck, paralyzing it and knocking it from its resting branch.
“Colin, you’re not supposed to do that. It’s not nice.” The eight year old boy’s face turned into a slight snarl before he turned to face the girl.
“What, so you’re gonna go tattle on me to your mommy Crissy? It’s not like that stupid squirrel matters.” Colin began walking over to the animal’s still twitching body, retrieving his marble.
“I’m telling!” Crissy began slowly walking backwards to the cave entrance which led to their underground community.
For a second, Colin had the marble in his hand, placed back the way it was just before he struck the squirrel. He then took a deep breath and instead rolled it into his pocket. “Crissy wait. I’m sorry. I just want to be a good hunter for us, so I’m trying really hard to be that. Please don’t tell.” The blonde girl looked at Colin for a moment, and inwardly he smiled as he realized he’d won her over.
“Don’t do it again. The adults don’t like it when you do it.” She then turned and walked to the cave.
Colin thrust his hands into his pockets, playing with the marble. Just because she was a year or so older than him, Crissy thought she could boss Colin around. Colin hated being bossed around, almost as much as he hated living in a cave. He loved the stories about older times, before the aliens, when people could do what they wanted when they wanted.
The little boy turned to take a final look at the squirrel. Another of Colin’s pastimes was reading, especially biology. He bent down to take a close look at the squirrel as it struggled for breath. Right now, the nerves in its spine were unable to send the vital signals to the heart and lungs to keep it alive, slowly suffocating its brain and killing it. Colin looked into its eyes until it finally gave up and died.
His lips parted into a small smile. “Bullseye.”

Part 2
Corpses of dead animals littered the ground around Colin. This was something he had never grown tired of, never grown out of. He’d had to move his graveyards of course, not just because the colony had moved several times, but also for fear of others finding the bodies. Colin was a loner. At thirteen, he couldn’t relate to his parents, his teachers were afraid of him, and his peers teased him. Crissy was the only one willing to talk to him.
Staking another rabbit on a stick, Colin felt a calming relief about him. Only little things like this made him feel good. The boy looked up at the sky, and realized the sun was beginning to sink lower. Colin took a deep breath; he needed to head back before anyone realized he wasn’t at his post.
As he made his way through the forest, Colin absentmindedly twirled his custom throwing daggers in his fingers. Other boys learned how to use guns, but Colin always felt better using throwing weapons. Sure, he was probably the best marksmen with a firearm in their tribe, but something just felt right about the way a dagger felt in his hand, and more importantly coming off his fingertips and into his target.
The boy slowed as he neared camp. He purposefully began walking towards another sentry. Compared to the smooth grace Colin had showed earlier during his run through the trees, he now appeared sluggish and slow. He purposefully made a decent amount of noise, enough to make it sound like he was trying to be quiet. Rick, the other sentry, turned around with a great sigh, “Colin, thank God we never depend on you. I always know when you’re coming, because only you would be stupid enough to make that much noise. Did you see anything while you were tromping around the woods?”
Colin swallowed his hate and mumbled a response. The truth is, the others gave him a worse time when Colin used his unnatural grace to glide through the trees. Satisfied, or just tired of Colin, Rick turned and walked away.
Colin entered the caves and began weaving his way through the tribe to try and find his parents. It wasn’t that he missed his family; it was that he was merely hungry and needed to find if they expected him to fend for himself. When he finally found his mother, she was sitting by her cot, facing the cave wall. Colin sighed and rolled his eyes. She was probably crying, which probably meant new bruises for her, and possibly for Colin if his father was still in one of his moods and Colin couldn’t find some place to hide. He didn’t want to deal with it. “Are we eating dinner, or am I on my own?”
Colin’s mother sniffled, “I’m sorry Colin, I, um, I didn’t have time to cook today. Your father is in one of his moods again,” surprise, thought Colin, “and you know how he gets. I guess you’ll have to find something yourself.” She didn’t turn around, which was fine with Colin. He didn’t care to see the new bruises.
“Where’s the old man now?” asked Colin absentmindedly. He didn’t care to find his father, but he did prefer to stay out of his way for a while. Nothing ever changes, everything is just cyclical. Father would be in one of his moods; tomorrow he would be apologetic, and extremely nice in an attempt to fix things. For the next three days or so, he would be nice, and then the cycle would repeat.
“Oh, he, um, he took your friend Crissy out. I think they’re going to go hunting.” Colin had started walking toward the cave entrance, but at Crissy’s name, he stopped for a paused.
“Hunting? Bullshit. Where?” Colin turned to face his mother, as she slowly turned to face him.
Her face was a patchwork of bruises; splotches of red and purple. Her nose sat at an odd angle, her left eye was blackened. Remnants of crusted blood sat at the edge of her mouth where she had failed to wipe it all away. “Colin, I don’t know, he just said . . .”
“I’m going to ask you one more time,” one of his blades had found its way to Colin’s hand, “I am my father’s son, and you’re going to tell me what I want to know. You are afraid of him, be afraid of me more.” Colin spoke in low tones so that anyone that wasn’t already paying attention to them wouldn’t have heard.
She held her breath for a moment, considering. She began to cry and pointed to her right eye. It was her bad eye, ruptured by a recent savage beating. His parents had been walking through the forest, but only his father had returned. The night sentry had found his mother in a clearing, and helped her back to camp. She said she had been attacked by some kind of animal, which was true in a manner of speaking. Since that day, her right eye had been slightly slower than the left.
Wordless, Colin left the cave. As he made his way to the clearing, he debated human nature. Was it just an innate part of humanity that made people evil, or was it learned? Why was it that, when people were forced to live in groups, they became worse creatures?
He heard the screams long before he reached the clearing. It was a sound he would never forget, and one he had heard before. It was an almost animalistic squeal; the sound of a girl trying desperately to get away from someone. Colin stepped into the clearing with no attempt to be silent.
His father turned to face him. He had Crissy’s hands pinned to a tree with one hand, and had been trying to tear off her pants with the other. His face was a twisted mix of anger and surprise.
Crissy, breathing heavily and in mid kick, stared at Colin. In the past five years, she had grown into a woman. Her cherub face had grown longer and beautiful, and she was tall and set with womanly curves, especially considering her age of only fourteen. If Colin had cared to think about it, he might have been attracted to her. Had he cared to pay more attention, he would have caught the discreet glances his father had thrown the way of his son’s only friend.
“What are you doing here boy? This is man’s work, and man’s time. Why don’t you run home, before I decide to break you.”
The dagger flew at the older man before he had even registered his son’s movement. It buried itself hilt-deep in his wrist, severing the ligaments that controlled his fingers, freeing Crissy. “You heard my father Crissy. This is man’s time. You run home now.”
She looked like she might hesitate, but something on Colin’s face must have told her to leave. Colin’s father, amid his cursing protest, appeared that he might try to stop her, but the appearance of another dagger in Colin’s hand.
Once the girl had left, Colin’s father turned to face him. “You don’t actually plan on killing me do you? Over this little thing?” Colin walked slowly towards his father, dagger in hand. “Or is it the little thing with your mom. She had it coming, she started it.” He was unconsciously backing up now, but his back struck the tree. His eyes, Colin noticed. His eyes looked like the eyes of a hunted animal that had realized it was not long for this world. It was a look Colin loved. “Is it about you? I was just trying to make you a better man. Look at how strong you are now! If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t be this strong.”
Colin stopped, and turned away from his father for a moment. Why was he doing this? Crissy? His mother? He didn’t really care that much.
Colin smiled. “I guess you’re right. It’s not about any of those things. You want the truth dad?” The first dagger flew, catching his father in the throat. It wasn’t lethal, but neither was it supposed to be. “It’s not because I hate you.” A second flew, this one a stomach wound. “It’s not because you’re a cancer that eats away at all life.” A final dagger was twirling around Colin’s nimble fingers. “It’s because I can.” Colin’s father, bleeding and broken, couldn’t see his son movie. It was nearly superhuman in its speed. The dagger buried itself hilt deep in the center of the old man’s forehead.
Colin popped his neck, “Bullseye.” He then went to retrieve his daggers.

Part 3

They were moving again. At eighteen, Colin couldn’t count the number of times they had moved to different caves. Humans panicked like turkeys when they thought the aliens might attack. A night sentry had thought he had seen signs that the aliens were coming close to their homes, thus, it was time to run. Colin shook his head in disgust. Humans were so easily panicked.
“Hold.” The call came from ahead. They were probably checking a cave to see if it would be suitable. The tribe had been walking for about six hours now, and supposedly it was dangerous to spend so much time above ground. Colin felt something brush against his arm. Crissy, her blond hair pulled back, had stepped close to him. It was an unconscious move that she did whenever she was worried. This habit had started five years earlier when Colin had saved her from his rapist father.
After a few minutes of silence, another call came from ahead. The cave had checked out, they were moving in. Colin silently picked up his belongings and followed the crowd.
As he entered the cave, the rest of the tribe gave him a wide berth. Colin was feared, and that was fine with him. Rumors spread around him, people spoke of him killing animals for fun, that he was a cannibal, and that he killed children as they slept. It was common knowledge that Colin had murdered his father, though the tribe elders had decided that, under the circumstances, the murder would be overlooked. Throughout all of it, Crissy had stood by his side, more devoted than ever. Colin’s mother had committed suicide shortly after her husband’s death, though more rumors spoke of Colin possibly coaxing her into her demise.
As he rolled out his cot, Colin felt Crissy’s hand on his back. “Are you unpacked?” Her devotion, at times, unnerved him. He could not understand why she felt the need to be around him so often, and to touch him at odd times. Colin found her attractive, and rarely spurned her advances, but he could not understand her need for constant contact.
“Mostly. I’ve volunteered for sentry duty tonight. You should probably get some sleep.” Crissy swirled around him, like a mist, and gently kissed Colin. He did not return her kiss. She had long ago forgiven his oddities, and wasn’t hurt by his lack of affection any more.
Colin shrugged himself free of the girl and made his way out of the cave. He nodded to the other sentries making their way back into the cave. “You want a gun?” one of the younger ones asked. Colin gave the boy a cold stare, then moved his hand to reveal the blades strapped to his belt.
“I’ve got all I need here.”
After an hour of uneasy silence, Colin realized what had him on edge. There was no game out tonight. Nothing so much as a rat had passed by. Animals instinctively sensed danger, humans weren’t so lucky. Colin had an itching at the back of his skull. He headed back towards the cave.
When scouting for a cave, it was general practice to only scout perhaps a half mile into the cave, with the rest of the exploration occurring over the next few weeks. Colin supposed that the rest of the tribe believed that the aliens would be stupid enough to simply attack as soon as the humans were sighted. They probably believed that the aliens wouldn’t stoop to using a trap.
As if to confirm his thoughts, screams erupted from the cave. Colin stopped a moment. There was nothing forcing him to go into the cave. If he ran, he would definitely survive, at least for a while. If he entered the cave, it would probably mean death. Colin looked away for a moment, and then turned back and walked towards the cave. What kind of life would one be on the run anyway?
Colin entered the cave, and took in the full scene. The battle had been going on for some time now. He counted three of the alien suits, but two had already been downed. The tribe’s losses, however, were much worse. The bodies of humans littered the cave. The remaining suit was fighting three guards. The suit sustained a massive shot from one of the guards, the same young boy that Colin had spoken to earlier. The alien’s shoulder was heavily damaged, and the armor began peeling away. The beast began falling back, protecting its damaged side with its armored arm. The boy took a leap foreword, trying to be a hero, and in response the alien batted the sentry away, probably to death considering the loud crunch coming from the back of the cave. The other two guards, apparently forgetting where they were, watched in horror as their compatriot flew back, and were promptly wiped out by a blast from the alien’s weapon.
Colin looked on curiously. He hadn’t been noticed yet, though he stood a mere thirty yards from the alien. The armor continued to deteriorate, falling away in chunks from the alien’s flesh. Underneath, the alien was a sickly yellow.
A moan from the corner drew both the alien and Colin’s attention. Crissy. She had apparently survived, mostly unharmed. Her head was bleeding. She looked up, disoriented, and saw Colin.
“Colin?” The alien turned to where Crissy was looking, seeing the man for the first time. For a moment, man and alien stared at each other. In a mad dash that probably drained the armor of the last of its power, the alien moved the ten feet to Crissy, picked her up by her arm, and pulled her in front of itself, using her as a shield. She barely had time to scream. The alien’s weapon was leveled neatly at her head.
“Colin!” Crissy was screaming hysterically. “Save me! Please, like you did last time.” Colin instinctively had a dagger in his hand already. The alien’s armor was falling away like ash, but would a dagger even do anything to it? “I know you’re a good person Colin, that’s why I love you.” Out of the corner of his eye, Colin saw movement. The boy, the hero, was still apparently alive, silently dragging his broken body towards the alien, apparently hoping for a better shot at close range. “Colin, you can save me. Please!” Tears were rolling down her cheeks. Colin’s mind began calculating. Colin was good enough to hit the beast and miss Crissy, and that attack would provide the distraction for the boy. Even if the daggers didn’t kill the alien, the boy’s shot surely would. But then what? The boy would surely die from his wounds; none of them was a doctor. “Colin?” His eyes closed for a brief moment. When he opened them, the boy was lining up his shot, grinning like a fool. Colin made up his mind.
The dagger flew with amazing precision. Crissy screamed, and the alien flinched, but there was no time for anyone to fully react. The blade flew cleanly toward the alien, missing it by mere millimeters, and found its mark in the hero’s forehead. “Bullseye.”
Colin walked calmly towards the alien, who had stopped for a moment to check over its shoulder. With confused eyes, it turned back to face Colin, who now stood mere feet in front of it. Crissy screamed again.
“Oh, quiet will you?” Another blade had found its way to Colin’s hand, and fast as lightning he used it to slit Crissy’s throat.
She coughed up a small amount of blood and looked at him with her big brown eyes. “Why?” she managed, and then her head hung low.
“Because I could.” Colin said simply.
The alien adjusted his grip on Crissy, positioning its hand around her throat, bringing her dead eyes to his face. “If you will not answer the girl,” it said in Crissy’s voice, “you will answer me. Why attack your own kind and not me. The boy could have killed me, you could have killed me, yet you did not. Why?”
So the aliens could not speak. Interesting. Colin turned his gaze away from the dead girl’s face and stared into the hollow eyes of the alien. “I know a winning side when I see it. If I had killed you, what would that have gotten me? That boy wasn’t long for this world, and then I would have had to go on the run. Well me, I’m tired of running. I’m tired of people. Besides, you and your kind need me.” Curiosity again showed in the alien’s eyes. “Think about it. You have to hide here to kill people, and it’s not exactly like you blend in. You lost three today, losses which I’m sure you don’t like. How long were you hunting us? At least ten years. Imagine what you could do with someone like me, someone that blends in, someone willing to kill even a girl who swore she loved me. You need me, because I’m the best assassin you could ask for.”
The alien stared at Colin for a long time, then casually tossed Crissy aside. Touching something on its remaining armor, Colin was faced with a roaring noise coming from behind him. The alien began walking towards the noise, and brought a single finger up. Colin took the motion as an order to follow, an order which he obeyed eagerly.
A spherical ship waited for them, and as soon as Colin stepped aboard, he lost consciousness.
When the human awoke, he was seated, surrounded by perhaps a half dozen of the aliens. “We have allowed you to awaken human.” The voice was inside his head, and instinctively Colin reached up and touched his temples. Beneath the hair, small metal protrusions had been added. No bigger than thumbtacks, they were well hidden on his skull. “What you feel will allow us to communicate with you. They also allow us to delve into your thoughts. If you attempt to betray us, we will destroy you without hesitation.”
“Oh, I don’t want to betray you. Just give me food, a nice place to sleep, and the occasional girl to have some fun with, and you can tell me to do whatever you want.” Colin began to chuckle.
Pain wracked Colin’s head, and dropped him to his knees. “We will provide you with these things, but you are ours. You are not our equal; you will speak only when asked to do so. We have stripped you of your original name. Your new name shall be,” pain wracked Colin’s head again, “Bullseye.”

Cool.

I might be making one. not many objects have corssed my eye.

alrighty

I think this should be moved to Fan Fiction as well.

done and done

mines still not moved

We ve got a fan fiction now?

No shit!

yep i suggested it

Tanya Stark grew up tinkering with the technology of the alien overlords of earth. She had a knack for it. Her family said that she got it from her "uncle" Tony. Though he was in her family, he wasn't her actual uncle because he lived (and died) nearly 200 years before she was born, but he was famous and it made her feel good that she would be compared to the fallen hero.

Being a woman of 20 years now, she was a strong, charismatic woman. She used her family's secret hideouts and bases to help whoever she could and had managed to find good uses for some of the alien technology. She found a way to jam their transmissions, for example, which has allowed their bases to go undetected so far (including the top secret base at Area 51).

It was a blustery winter day when she ran into a figure that would change her life forever. Some refugee's she had been protecting showed up with a strangely clad figure, dressed in red, white and blue. She couldn't believe that she was looking at Captain America. He was seeking shelter and a place to lay low after destroying one of the aliens' military outposts. When he heard Tanya's last name, he became very eager in his conversation and started inquiring about artifacts of her family's past. Of suits of gold and red armor. Of the legacy of her "uncle", Tony Stark.

In a rush, memories of the suit she had seen as a girl flooded her mind. How could she forget about such an important thing? But the bald man had told her that she would remember the armor when she met the knight. Her confusion was growing, as the events of that day were hazy. She had more questions than answers. They would have to wait, however, because now was the time for action. She had to find the armor. She could study it, modify it, repair it, and... wear it...

To be continued...