Ranger 12
09-18-2008, 06:23 PM
Global Defence presents
H.E.R.O: Rise of the Rider
Time: October, 2006
Location: Knight City
Prologue
On a dark night rains pours down a single individual sits on a bike in the road. He’s wearing an all red costume as the bike itself is also red. As he pulls his mask over his eyes he starts up the bike. My name is Red Rider, I’m about to save the world. The Rider states aloud to no one there. AS he begins to drive away he increases in speed until he is only a red blur.
As drives forward, the entire road abandoned he sees a man in the middle. Wearing dirty jeans with an axe hanging from them and a brown coat with a hood on it, in one hand was a submachine gun his other hand was in his coat pocket. But the most peculiar thing about the man was his skin it was plain silver, solid as metal it was so...Metallic.
As he saw the man the Rider speeded up further as Metallic lifted one gun, taking his hand out of his pocket he revealed another. As he reached the man Rider jumped off, sending the bike straight at him. The man just managed to duck in time, the bike coming to a full stop on the ground. As Rider himself took out two handguns, he stared into the face of cold steel for one last moment before raising his gun and firing as many shots as he could. Most deflected off of Metallic, leaving no even a scratch. Metallic returned fire by simply raising his hand a firing, Rider managing to take cover just before bullets came his way. “My name is Metallic.” The man said, his voice was as cold as steel. He raised both guns; ready to fire on the location the Rider was taking cover. “Did you really think you stood a chance?”
H.E.R.O: Rise of the Rider
Time: October, 2006
Location: Knight City
Prologue
On a dark night rains pours down a single individual sits on a bike in the road. He’s wearing an all red costume as the bike itself is also red. As he pulls his mask over his eyes he starts up the bike. My name is Red Rider, I’m about to save the world. The Rider states aloud to no one there. AS he begins to drive away he increases in speed until he is only a red blur.
As drives forward, the entire road abandoned he sees a man in the middle. Wearing dirty jeans with an axe hanging from them and a brown coat with a hood on it, in one hand was a submachine gun his other hand was in his coat pocket. But the most peculiar thing about the man was his skin it was plain silver, solid as metal it was so...Metallic.
As he saw the man the Rider speeded up further as Metallic lifted one gun, taking his hand out of his pocket he revealed another. As he reached the man Rider jumped off, sending the bike straight at him. The man just managed to duck in time, the bike coming to a full stop on the ground. As Rider himself took out two handguns, he stared into the face of cold steel for one last moment before raising his gun and firing as many shots as he could. Most deflected off of Metallic, leaving no even a scratch. Metallic returned fire by simply raising his hand a firing, Rider managing to take cover just before bullets came his way. “My name is Metallic.” The man said, his voice was as cold as steel. He raised both guns; ready to fire on the location the Rider was taking cover. “Did you really think you stood a chance?”