I seriously hope this doesn't get deleted.
Hi everyone,
I'm making this thread because I would like to share a novel/ story I've worked on a few years. It all began in 2002 and has been through many different versions and I hope this version I'm posting is the last. (I really do.)
Information on this story please check; Please Help! Character Designs.
Disclaimer: Apocalypse Alliance is a story written by ideas I've came up with ever since 2002. This story is mainly written for fun and does not show any sign of being published or being sold in the near future. The story and names of characters were designed and created by my friends and I, whom has given me permission to use their characters. I DO NOT own the lyrics and songs that are used in this story, nor do I own the Trademark cars (Toyota, Mazda, BMW and etc...) Lastly, I hope this story may not offend or insult anyone in anyway, as its written with no intention to do so!
Dedicated to these clubs: Gallopia's Story Anime Club, Made-to-Create && RainfallingLove.
Rated: M 15+; Strong course language; mild violence; sexual referrences.
Here it is and enjoy;
The Apocalypse Alliance
Prologue/ Opening Sequence
[[Background Music: "Blood and Fire" - Powerful
T.]]
Everything surrounding the great Mount Typhoon was hidden under the dark night sky. There was not a speck of cloud that was to be seen from the dark horizon.
It was just past midnight, stars of all sizes were twinkling away brightly, and the moon was as stunning as it was yesterday. A sudden squeal ripped through the peaceful scenery. Another squeal followed by another. Bright headlights beamed onto the concrete roads. A drop of the clutch sent another load squeal echoing beyond the mountains.
Sinking its way down, a black Toyota MR2 GTS swerved left to right at high speeds tackling Mount Typhoons corners.
Its black exterior projected the bright moon shinning on the carbon fibre hood as it rips through the mountain. Suddenly the MR2 braked, slowing down entering a narrow right hand corner.
There was a burst of flames from the exhaust as the MR2 exited with the rear end of the car swinging out dangerously. A loud grunt came from the Mid-ship engine, as the black MR2 danced its way past.
The driver shifts into a higher gear with his left hand and steered with the right. Having planted the right foot on the throttle, the driver manipulated the revs matching with the engine notes. Revs decreased coming into a corner, brake lights trailing behind as the rears slowly slid out.
With precise weight performing manoeuvres and control, the driver was capable of keeping his racing line to the next corner. Using momentum and the inertia, the MR2 snapped to the opposite direction and surged into the hairpin at terrifying speed.
Entering the high speed section of Mount Typhoon, the black MR2 grunted hungrily sniffing the air. As the roads became steeper the speed of the MR2 rocketed upwards.
Yet the speed from the downhill was once again stopped by yet another corner from the mountain. Choosing to stick with
the inside line, the nose of the car was inches away from touching the inside wall of rocks. The rear tires were
spinning incredibly fast pushing the car around the corner.
Swerving left to right then dancing around a u-turn as though it was skating on ice. Having drifted every turn so far, the MR2 did not once hit the apex or guardrail while performing these actions. The notes from the exhausts echoed over the valley before a large jet of flames shot out. It was declining faster and faster.
Using another kind of racing technique, the driver of this MR2 trailed brake onto the upcoming u-turn. Having the ball of the right foot on the brakes and the heels on the throttle. The car revved loudly, shooting past the RPMS in second gear. The MR2 slid sideways, throwing leaves into the air.
After that... the MR2 was gone leaving the valley and returning home. Everything returned to silence...
