The last story of Sparda. Once it's all finished and down here, I'll put it in my profile. Bear with me....I'm not the best writer. Here goes nothing:
*The sun was shining. A lone boy walked up a street, a sloping hill. His feet thumped on the pavewalk. He suddenly turned, and walked up the stone walkway to a house. Simply turning the knob, he walked through the doorway. Inside, he stepped into a narrow hallway, and turned through a arch in the wall. Walking straight through the kitchen, he entered the living room. His father was there, sitting at a table, working on something. Seeing the boy there, he turned out of the chair and stood.
"Hey there! How was your day?", he asked with a smile. He walked up to the boy, and held his hand down. With more enthusiam than the boy had ever shown, he did a high-five to his father. It was something they had, every day he came home from school. Suddenly, the room shaked. Overhead lights sparked, and plunged the room into darkness. The boy couldn't see anything. Then, a light flared up from where his father had been standing. A skull, covered in flame, turned towards the boy.
"I see you....."*
Sparda woke from his dream with a start. Regaining his breath, he wiped his brow and looked at the digital clock beside his bed. It read 7:26 AM. He slipped out of bed, and walked to his closet. Opening the creaking sliding door, he reached inside and retrieved his trenchcoat. He changed into his usual wear, gray jeans and the coat. Sparda walked out of his bedroom, and entered the main chamber of his house. A front desk was in directly ahead of the doorway, and across the room directly ahead of that was the main entrance. To the right of the door stood a jukebox against the wall, and to the left a gym area was set up, complete with punching bags and a treadmill. Against the wall was a drum set, and across the room from that was a pool table. Sparda's shop, in the whole. He turned to his right, and retrieved Force-Edge from it's shrine. It was in it's normal, passive form. He sheathed it on his back, and then reached into a drawer and retrieved his pistols, Thorn and Misery. He sat in the chair with a thud. And waited for customers.
About 3 hours later, the phone rang. Sparda reached onto his desk, and put the receiver by his ear.
"Yeah?", he said into the phone.
"Hey, Spard, it's me, Bill", the familiar voice said on the other side of the line. Sparda rolled his eyes. Nigh ever day he got a call from the man.
"Ok....what is it?", he asked, a hint of exasperation in his voice.
"Come over to my place man. I got somethin' real nice for you", Bill said. Sparda was sure he was grinning.
"Yeah....be right there", Sparda replied, and hung up. He reached onto the desk, and grabbed the locket he carried. He flipped it open. Alexandra, it read, engraved, and beneath that was a picture of his wife. He snapped it closed. He stood out of his chair, and slowly walked to the front entrance and out of it. Walking down the steps, he stepped to the curb in front of his shop, and found his motorcycle parked where he left it. He boarded it, revved the engine, and drove off into the enpty street. His bike was mostly black, with a lining of red. A old Harley. He picked up a bit of speed. He was about 50 feet from his shop, when it exploded.
The size of the explosion knocked Sparda off his bike, it skidding and him rolling. Quickly rolling to his feet, he looked back to his shop. It was engulfed in flames, and little pieces of shingles and wood were still falling to the ground. He clenched his teeth. Slowly his hands formed fists. Then, there was a great rumbling sound within the Earth. Sparda knew it could be only one person behind this. He turned around.
And suddenly, a massive tower broke free from the ground. Bursting through buildings and skyscrapers, sending them collapsing or shattering to the ground, it ascending quickly. Eventually, it stopped, and when it did, it could be no less that 2000 Feet tall. Sparda's eyes picked up some movement. Standing atop the massive, twisted tower of stone, stood the Demon Lord Maxim. He was laughing.
Sparda walked to his downed bike, and stood it up. Despite a small amount of scrapes, it was fine. He climbed atop it again. He needed to get to Bill's place, make sure the old man was safe. Before gunning it, Sparda reached into his pocket. He pulled out one bullet. Engraved on the silver piece of ammunition was a cross at it's tip. It had every enchantment known to man on it. Also engraved in it was one lone word. Maxim. He put it into one of his pistols, slid the chamber back with a chack, and loaded it. Then he holstered the weapon, and sped off towards Bill's house.