Grey rainbow.

by Observox

Rating: teen
Tags: Alternate Universe
Length: 2449

in a society filled with grey its all ways nice to see some color! but this just makes you quiver. doesn't it?

in a society filled with grey its all ways nice to see some color! but this just makes you quiver. doesn't it?

setting off a distopia hidden behind a utopia, of lies.

but it doesn't matter, the details i mean.

An investigator of an underground project that breaks all moral codes in sight. sickening to the bone…and soul. you have always loved color but now your sickened to where it comes from.

authors note. ill try to keep this clean. but that is at some difficulty..

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2015-12-29 14:33:08 UTC

Morning Darkness

You are quite in a predicament a Raven says whit glee in his tone of mindless murder of all the sort you feel like hes right his is right and you are dinner but how come your still alive you ask your self .

because death would not holld you because it has taken quite a liking to you for making its job a lot more busier and a lot more interesting .

you can feel a wicked smile creep up your face so you let it out because your just that nice of a guy arent you.to let something like that out and about with all the world to see it in all of its glory and horror.

you laugh your head of at thos synical jokes of psycho paths murderes and and warlords.

but you just let the idea slide for now.as of now you have other business to attned to like bieng devoured by an ugly fat big bird of death.

but speaks to you one more word before you let the darkness hug you with its personal taste of LOVE and Compassion you look up at your adversary and smile after you heard those words.

go to sleep for now your job will be at the lights arrival over the edge of the world.

and with that said and done. you let your mind slip into the depths of unconciousnes of this world and into another one of more famialarity in mind. you.

Wake up.

you stretch out your appendages of all sort and scrathc yor head and get out of yoor bunk and onto all 4s and move the curtains to let the light come threw and embrace you with its silent "CURSING" it makes you feel good to see the scene before you.

a light at the end of a dark room. with you hogging it all to yourself you metaly ponder in all you selfishness you let out a chuckle of imaturity and recl=klessness .

you go over to the other side of your room 2steps at a time . you looking over your "belongings" with a scence of fullfilment and greed. greedy fulfilment.

some coats. 2 to be exact. poster and wanted ppictures with exes on them. those slashes are because of you. Good and bad alike they are just targets to you. another hard days work if you do say so your self. wich you do.

you glance up above you your truted ceiling fan spiining away happily with a shandelir of metal and crystalls dancing lights of blue and green.

you look over your glassy closet transparent and fragile just like you like it. displaying prouldy your  tools of the trade. with a smile on your ugly mug you un lock it and grab your devices of mass destructions.

a high powered rifle like object that would be the size of a small cannon operated and custom made for you and your use only. with strange faintly glowing powder as your projectile and yellow stones as your propellant with a quick targetting system to mach that effectivity .

a body suit of strange brittle metal and rocks wich raps around your body with a tight fit for maximum effectivity in plan for quick action combat .strong enought to block storng attacks and stable to give enought to give it back with a one tow combo. plated with squishy black parts for maximum blunt pain. YUP your exoskeleton is deifinately very lethal sepacialy with you around to use it to its very and most best abilites and potietialns.

a quick action system in place to draw and un draw your firing tool and anything else you may decide to add in the distant future.

maybe some snak dispencers.

you put on all your gear in a few and take one of your coats prefferebly yellowish green. it helps you belnd in to the morning light.

you prepare yourself for your big day. today your finnaly going to take down your last bunch of goons. with one survivor left.

you grab the poster of the said fiend slash goon with your mouth and head down stairs.

to eat your morning energy budles wich you have pre pared the followed night before you. a quick meal in your living room. after such you clean the containers and open your drawer to recieve your trusted campy bag with all your survival junk.

you take a good luck over the stuff inside and check the list you have. 2 BIG BUNDLES OF MEAT, 30 coins of currencies. aka shingles.

a Cutting knife for cutting tought stuff, a grapple hooker with a 30 feets of rope. and of course a plushie of your employer mister evil big ugly fat black crow of death and tea parties on some ocasions.

you pick up your pack and get yourself ready one last time. but not without checking the cron news stream on you listener device.

the device spews out the WELCOME. and then pro ceeds to track your most recent zone of interest the news as always..

the weather man as always is always vigilant in reporting his NEWS! today forecast calls for acidic rain fall and dark skies in the middle of the day so be care full when you go out side to the big bad mean world. he says in a nice tone with much glee and noble warnings.

you admire people like this. so you in turn pick up a standar protection roof now carrayable for average joe now you dont have to be a body builder to lift one. made with the best of ANTI NASTY TECHNOLOGY.

you open your steel door and look outside a landscae of sadness for many but to you a reminder of home bitter home. sweetness is overeted anywasy you march on your mrry way after locking the door and hiding the keys.

NEXT SCENE. YOUR walking down a road of a sleepy city filled with night lights of the distant past. and now more relative future.

you hear a fight braking out in the streats. finnaly some action you quickly rush therw the emtpy streets to get all the comtions at.

your lead into a wide central part of the city the wons folk seem to be staring at something. you get a better look at the scne. or at least try your best to.

its always hard to see in a place where the towns fol are taller than you by a like a lot of hight. but you spot a bunh of crates stacked up in a make shift pyramid.you quickly grab the chance an get up on them as fast and as care fully as you possible can. you get your baring and balance and look at the sight before you.

your target right infront off you about to be executed by Badass guy with a meet cleaver. he seems to be holding the fiend by the neck the most apropriate way to hold dangerous creature you think.

you quiver at the thought that you might be able to finish it off but you resign this most honroable deed to the lucky wiinner and let him do his work. the croud gaze in horror as he slowly but surely....ENDS THE FIEND IN THE MOST PAINFULL OF WAYS.

a WICKED smile grazes you mug and you quickly rush into a shop of art supply to buy some materials to sketch out this grizzly scene.

unfortunately when you arrive he is allready finished his act of killing. a frown on your face and a stray tear across your eye.. you let out a demolished sigh.. but you can still recall his torute and brutality so you draw that instead. ohh and the best mood uplifter is when he lifts up the mangled corpse for all to see. bloody and all you quickly sketch out the forms of the terrific scene!

you quiver with joy at this you cant wait to shair it with mister crow. he would most happy whit this joke of public execution.

with towns people in shock and motion sickness the badass figure leaves. but not without sketching him out first.

you would never miss an oppurtinty to comemerate.

but in mind that you just missed the best moment of it all you decide to ask around with towns folk. there response is mixed some pewking other just staring into the distance other laughing wierdly. but you find a few who has the guts to tell you all the juicy stuff and them do they have your respects.

you bid your farewells and go to the art shop once more to stock up on recording supplies so you may never miss something like this again. and you mean ever again. some thing are just to brutal to miss.

you walk out off the shop and look at the boddy surounded by guards that fiend was probably part of meniacal faction and now you gracious soldiers are here to sweep them away. such nice people you think.

you would tip them but you are fresh out of money so you decide head back home.

you know before the storm kicks in....and its raining...crap so you then in turn attach your protector unto your exoskelton and open it . damn is this thing heavy but its a lot lllighter considered than that 1 ton junior model you bought sweeps ago.

its going to be a long light....you say to yourself.

End of this.

Acid Storm

in a dim dark place in the middle of -------...mister ______ can be seen investigating a certain matter at hand... i mean hoof when suddenly the sky poures out its tears of anger.

surely this cannot be in occourance with the regular weather somthing must be umup. tp

Opening cutscene

the camera views the dark and dampy world a head of you with that of a large and very fast bird.

at an eagles pase you zoom past one kilometer after another. bringing you over and across grey fields with yellow skies.

this place. it fill the scene with peace and dread.

the camera cuts to scene of some sort small horse like soldiers marching in unison across a road paved with metal sheets of grey and withe tiles. everyone of the wearing a mask that obscures all unique facial features. and speaks of silent "APATHY" a grey helmet and a inverted cross on it.

the camera cuts to another scene. a young small horse with a baret and black skin coat and jaguar mask moves towards the camera with a look of silent but all speaking "HATRED" on his make shift face. trampling on the corpses of a multitude of others like his kind.

a strange color stains his body. with an odd texture.

the camera changes it position to a small house two stories tall burning in a blaze of fire and green smoke. with a lone figure inside with a gas mask and axe levitating above him attached with some strange smoke or gas with sparkles all around it. with a smile sowed into his mask "PREACHING" words of ignorance and discare.

the camera warps into a room filled with syringes and zooms into get a better view at all of them.

viles of all sort arrange themselves.

in disarey all colors of the visible spectrum of light and some more beyond comprehensions. with a drawing board of complex diagrams and symbols of "UNTOLD" knowledge and meanig. and grafts of the upmost complexity.

( screen blurs )

the scene changes into that of a factory mixing and mashing body parts threw and frow on a conveyor belt bring life to genetic abominations of all kinds which should have never been made or formed on this world or any other.

after a while of static the camera looks upon a scene of great horrors as creature of ......( Static fills the screen ).........

a picture of a crow dining on its victims adorns the view. it changes once more to the sky spewing out green and red lightning.

inter twined like a serpant of dreads ballay dance to the "DARK GODS" and "HIGHER POWERS" of this land of grey.

it switches to a city of bright yellow lights spreading countless vices of "LUST" to all who enter and look on. the busy streets filled with busy pedestrians and shop keeper of various species. each selling something different from there neighbors.

the tape fries as its ejected from its case and onto the floor.

A figure speaks" Busted...again.....urgh.....

john wick

the scene quickly changes into a currently on going fight between armored troops in black and shady soldiers cole and grey.

tongues of fire streak across the room as blood, shrapnell and steel dance across the room illuminated by the light cumming from the stain glass tinted yellow windows as the beautiful cathedral is layed to ruin. the art works lay in ruin a violent brol begins.

two fighters exchange blows with one another wrestling each other to the floor and beeting each other to point of death strangling at each others throats with the persistance of new born to get its mother milk. haah.

the scene changes to well patrolled assortment of heavly gourded building with swarms of guards at bieng of course slaughterd by a some well armored grey and cole black knights. with metal crosses on thier heads.

the scene blurs and resumes on old stallion smoking two fiends with long ranged weapon and medium ranged one.

then a scene of a character walking down the road on the way back home bieng pursued by a terrorist group then a torture scene. then he quicly brakes free but is silenced by a fiend.

walks in on his dead friends corpse. and fiend silenced by its over seer.

a stormy road  a vehicle fight a guns is a drawn as he circles his pray and fires.

a final duel between to adversaries  a fist fight a good one well on one side at least. brutality ensues a knife dirty fighting.in the cold rain at the docks. as he stabs it into himself. nocking them both down looking at each other in silcne in thr rain. gripping his wounds.

he walks away.

and fall uncontious on the roads side and wakes up in pet hospital or a the pound and pours some alcohol and meds on his wounds. he looks a t the dogs and lets one go.

they walk of tegether in the distance with bad ass music play and cameras eye view of the city from a hilicoptor view and credts role