Hi Marbou…you’ll find my corrections for punctuation in parenthesis and I also made some other notations for spelling.
Thank you for asking me to read and review again., I hope you find this useful.
This was so much easier to read! Nice job of rewriting. Excellent presentation of action and dialogue!
There is still a little work to be done because I found a lot of punctuation errors and some mis-spellings and some wrong word uses, but those are all easy to fix however.
It seems you’ve been busy!
Well done.
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Through the dust(,) a silhouette arose. The man stood there silently and motionless. Around him (lay the ruins) of once a beautiful skyscraper, now only piles of stone remain covered in dirt. The man looked pale with bloodstains all over his face and clothes(;) it didn't appear to be his blood because he wasn't wounded whatsoever. Tears started dripping from his chin towards the ground. A body lay before him, he stood there gazing upon it with a shocked face and regret in his brown eyes. His lips were shaking and turned blue. From the dark sky(,) rain started dripping, harder and harder, washing away the blood and tears from his face. The dirt on the body lying on the ground also washed away, revealing a pretty girl with dark blond hair. The face was of the girl was covered in dirt, some blood trickled from the wounds she had all over her body. The girl seemed full of bullet holes. The man standing over her turned around and the gun in his hand shone brightly in the moonlight.
"I'm sorry, Nine." The man said in a croaky voice.
He aimed his gun down and shot, sending himself flying upwards towards the air, landing on the roof of a tall building. He stood there, watching the city lights, he lost everything, no hope, no feelings and full of darkness.
Chapter 1 - The New Guy...
"Did he wake up yet?" An angelic voice said.
"No, not yet, but his wounds are healing at an amazing speed, almost inhuman." Another voice said, this time it was a lower voice(;) it probably belonged to a man.
A girl and a man were sitting together looking at a guy who was lying in bed.
"Oh, look! He woke up, he woke up!" The girl jumped up and down in excitement.
The brown haired guy lying in bed slowly opened his eyes, revealing his brown pupils, (which were flashing )whom flashed red for a moment, however, both the girl and the man didn't notice.
"Where am I?" Asked the guy.
Without waiting for an answer he sat right up and started searching his jean's pockets and slowly went upwards to his T-shirt. His expression changed, his face turned red of (with) anger.
"WHO TOOK MY JACKET?" He belowed. bellowed
"Eek!" The girl fell down from her chair, shocked by his sudden outburst.
The man, however, looked calmly at his face.
"It's where it belongs, my dear guest, on a jacket holder in the hallway next to the door leading outside." The man smiled amused.
"Give it back now! Please..." The guy tried to not make it sound as an order, but failed.
"I do not think you need it, it's not that chilly in here. And I don't see you going outside anytime soon due to your injuries." The man was still smiling.
"Yes, you need to lay down and rest, moving about will only make your wounds worse!" The girl finally stood up and put her hands on her hips in a demanding way.
"I want my jacket, it holds something important that I need. Give it back now!" He shouted the last words.
"Your zanpaktou, this gun, perhaps?" The man pulled a green gun, engraved with the roman number 13, XIII.
"Hades!"
The guy jumped towards it, but the man quickly raised his hand out of reach, which caused the jumping fellow to grab air and fall down on the ground.
"A peculiar name for a zanpaktou. Hades... A devilish name indeed. Also the marking on it picks my interest. The number 13... Bad luck?"
The guy pushed himself up and faced the man holding his beloved gun.
"Hades... Return!"
The gun started glowing red and the man holding it screamed in pain. He let go of the gun and the gun kept hovering in mid-air, turning towards it owner and flying towards his right hand. The girl screamed and went to the man's aid, however, she stopped when he started laughing. The man looked at his black burned hand and smiled at the owner and his gun. A mighty blade appeared in front of the man and he grabbed it with his unharmed, left hand.
"Demon Trophy... Remove my useless limb and may it be replaced anew." The man sliced off his hand with the blade and it dissolved and a new one appeared in stead of it, fully unharmed.
The guy holding Hades shrugged and was pretty impressed.
"May I ask your name, my dear guest?" The man turned to the guy and continued as if nothing just now happened.
"Train, Train Heartnet. (is it Heartnet or Heartened, no biggies, just wondering, it changed from last read) Also known as Black Cat, the bringer of bad luck."
The man smiled amused, however, the girl who now was standing next to the man stook (stuck) her tongue out at Train.
"Bad luck doesn't exist! Right, uncle?"
The man patted the girl and laughed.
"Don't stick your tongue out at others, it's not how a princess should behave. Oh, also don't ruin the introduction of our dear guest, Ashurii. It might hurt his feeling."
The girl pouted and gave Train a weird look before walking out of the room.
"Feelings? I have none." Train smiled at the man in front of him.
The man made a gesture for Train to sit down at the chair next to him, however, Train declined.
"I have more training to do."
The man shook his head and sighed.
"You can't train in your condition, that's suicide. Besides, why would one train so hard? For revenge, perhaps?"
Train put away his gun in his back pocket and looked at the man, noticing his long black hair and green eyes. He was not that old, yet his eyes beared (bared) the grief of one who has seen many things.
"I wish to be acknowledged, mister...?"
"Call me Ricardo, and acknowledged by who, if I may ask?" Ricardo looked at him with a curious face.
"By myself. I do not care for others, because I do not wish for them to care for me, nor do I care for their opinion. I lead my own path, alone." Train walked towards the door to take his leave, but only to be stopped by Ricardo.
"Alone, you say? Why would one desert love and joy to walk alone"
Train was angered by these words and gazed furiously at Ricardo's calm smiling face.
"Only a fool believes in utter nonsense such as love."
With this, Train marched out of the room and found himself in a large hallway.
"I forgot to mention... You are no longer in the world as you know it." Ricardo appeared behind him and Train stopped walking.
"What do you mean?" Train turned around and faced Ricardo who was still smiling.
"I mean that this is another world, the NetherWorld, or NW for short." Ricado (Ricardo) tilted his up diagonally and looked amused at Train's confused face.
"Hmph, save the jokes for someone who has time." Train shook his head and walked further through the hallway.
"Time? Why are you in such a rush?"
Train ignored his question and kept going onwards until {until) he found a large door. Suddenly, Ricardo appeared in front of him out of thin air. Train stared at him with open mouth.
"H-how did you...?"
Ricardo laughed at his shocked face.
"Dahahaha! Like I said before, this is the NW and everyone here has a reason to be here, God himself chose them, including you."
Train raised his hand to hush him up.
"You're trying to say I was chosen by God to come to this so called NetherWorld?"
Ricardo nodded and Train burst out in laughter.
"He chose me? Of all people, he chose me? I'm sorry but I do not believe in God nor any of this NetherWorld nonsense."
"God chose you for a reason like anyone else here in the NW, so you must have some good-"
Train hushed him up when he grinned and his eyes turned red.
"Good, inside me? That's funny, considering that only pure dark flows inside me."
Ricardo smiled and started to fade away in white particles.
"This is reiatsu and you have it too, probably in another color, anyways, you should go on through the door behind me and see for yourself what I was talking about. Please be carefull, (careful) though, not everyone is as nice as me. See you soon, Train Heartnet."
The man smiled broadly and vanished completely, leaving Train alone standing in front of the door.
Train shrugged and pushed the door open. A white light blinded him for a moment.
"Ah, there is the new guy!"
A tall fearsome figure walked towards him.
"Welcome, welcome to the NetherWorld and our beloved castle, the home of the Vizard! You must be Train."
Train looked at his face in disbelief; he looked human, but reassembled a tiger somehow.
"Y-yeah, I'm Train Heartnet."
Another person appeared next to the tiger-faced man.
"Hi, hi! Nice to meet ya! I'm Sorelle, Queen of Spades." The pretty girl smiled broadly and nudged the man next to her.
"Oh, oh yeah! You can call me Zarion, nice to meet you."
Train ignored their introductions and walked past them, leaving them confused.
"H-hey! Wait up, stop ignoring me!" Sorelle shouted behind him.
Zarion appeared in front of him, the same way Ricardo did earlier, his tall, broad figure impressed Train and made him stop.
"Listen here, new guy, when someone is talking to you, it's rude to ignore them and walk away, or should I beat some manners into you?"
Train grinned and his eyes turned red, Zarion wasn't impressed and calmly looked back.
"Move away, I have training to do and listening to a bunch of crazy people who think that this is another world, is time wasting." Train walked past Zarion.
As soon as Train was next to Zarion, Zarion launched his elbow towards the back of his head, however, Train ducked and sweeped (swept?) away his legs, this caused Zarion to fall down on the ground. Train coughed up blood and fell on his knees, it seemed some of his wounds reopened.
"Training in such a state, only a fool does that, even so... Your reaction was perfect."
Another man showed up in front of Train and put his hand in front of him, to help him stand up. Train ignored him and pushed himself up. Zarion jumped up on his feet and laughed.
"You've got guts, I like it!"
Train pulled Hades out of his back pocket and aimed it at Zarion.
"If you ever attack me again, I will kill you."
Sorelle blew in his ear and pushed away Hades with the tip of her finger.
"Don't be so serious, come on! Loosen up and laugh a- OW!" Sorelle withdrew her finger and put it in her mouth.
"Never touch Hades without my permission, otherwise you'll get burned badly. Don't worry about your finger though, it was just a warning and I told Hades to go easy on females."
Sorelle's eyes widened and her face turned furiously red.
"Easy Sorelle, he's new and he doesn't know anything yet." Said the man who offered him his hand earlier.
Sorelle seemed to be calmed down, however, she gave Train a nasty look and then moved at an amazing speed out of the room, not the same way Ricardo did earlier, this time he could see her move. The room was quite big and had a lot of furniture, such as four couches, three TV's and a lot of tables with poker cards on them. It seemed as it was the living room, but then he saw several training gear and home trainers.
"Anyways, I'm Jack, nice to meet you."
Train looked at him and put away Hades in his back pocket.
"I want answers." Jack smiled and widened his arms.
"And those answers will certainly be given."
"By me, the Ace of Clubs, ofcourse!" (of course) Zarion grinned and walked next to Jack, facing Train. "But not here, let's go to the Clubs wing of the castle(;) this is the small recreation room of the Hearts."
Train looked confused at Zarion.
"Don't worry you'll get it when I'll explain everything later. Come now, follow me." Zarion moved to another door and Train followed him, still not trusting Zarion and ready to counter any move he makes.
Chapter 2 - The Three Mights...
After a long walk past many rooms and through many hallways, they finally stopped in front of an enormous door.
"This is it, the Clubs' lobby!" Zarion seemed proud and was smiling broadly.
Train stared at the large door in front of him. The door had the painting of an Ace Club poker card and something was written under it:
"The Clubs' Mighty Lobby! NO TRESPASSERS! You too, Ricardo! Signed: Zarion, Ace of Clubs."
Train shook his head and then turned to Zarion.
"Trespassers? We are inside, unless you are warning burglars, which is usually not needed, this notice is meaningless."
Zarion laughed and put his hand on Train's shoulder.
"Everyone who is not a Club, is a trespasser past these doors and will be attacked by everyone there. Of course, we won't go all out on them, it's more for fun and entertainment, besides... We don't want to destroy the whole place, now do we?" Zarion moved and pushed the door, revealing a huge landscape, full of rocks and a few nearly dead trees.
The sky was blue and the sun shone brightly down on Train and Zarion. A few faces turned towards the door, one of them ran towards them and drew out his katana while running at high speed. The man who was running at them put his katana in front of him and aimed to stab Train, however, Train wasn't impressed and drew Hades. Zarion smiled and stepped back, enjoying to see what will happen next. Train shot a few times with Hades at the running man, aiming for his legs, the bullets went through his clothes and then deflected of his skin.
"What the.." Train didn't believe his eyes and shot a few more rounds, the same happened and the bullets were deflected.
"Won't work... He has trained his skin, bullets won't penetrate that easily." Zarion smiled and folded his arms, watching carefully how Train will overcome this obstacle.
"I see.. Hades, Black Claw!" Train swinged (swung) his arm, as if he slashed with a blade four times and a white light appeared from Hades, moving towards the man, who was still running, the light broke in four more lights. The lights collapsed against the running man, slicing him and the ground around him.
The man stopped, as blood dripped from his cut wounds.
"Well done, stopping Kaisen like that. It's not easy to stop him in his Principle of Speed." Zarion said impressed, while Train put away Hades.
"Principle of Speed?" Zarion laughed at Train's confused face.
"One of my fighting styles, and Zarion, you shouldn't underestimate me, that attack wouldn't have stopped me." The man who was running appeared next to Train, fully unharmed.
"How did you fully heal so fast?" Train stared at his body where moments ago were wounds.
The man smiled with his eyes closed, this gave Train an uneasy feeling and his hand automatically went to Hades, but he didn't draw it.
"I am Kaisen, King of Clubs. And I'd like to congratulate you for destroying one of my puppets." Train looked confused, while Kaisen still smiled at him with his eyes closed.
"Don't worry, I'll explain later. So.. Kaisen, can you please turn this place back to normal, so I can get to my room."
Kaisen's face turned pale and his face became expressionless, staring at Zarion.
"Sure... I was done training anyways." Kaisen placed the palms of both his hands together and closed his eyes, a sudden wave went past Train and Zarion, blowing away Train's hair backwards. After the wave went past, the place turned into a large living room, with a lot of training gear and a lot of huge weights.
"So this is actually a gym?" Zarion looked confused when he said that.
"No, this is just our lobby, our training room isn't here in this castle. The castle wouldn't be able to stand after our training sessions."
Train sighed and shook his head, still in disbelief about the thinking process these guys have around here.
"So who are you?" Kaisen asked while smiling with his eyes closed.
"Train, Train Heartnet." Train was still feeling uneasy with that smile.
"Well anyway, we have to get going. See ya, Kaisen." Zarion gestured for Train to follow him.
"See you Train Heartnet. I hope we'll meet again soon." Kaisen was still smiling with his eyes closed and following Train's every movement.
"Who's that?" Zarion laughed when he sensed Train feeling uneasy with Kaisen staring at him.
"That, my friend, is one of the top fighters we have, he is a great asset to the Vizard, not to mention his great loyalty."
"Err... Right." Train shook his head.
"Ah, here it is. The Ace of Clubs' chamber."
Another large door faced Train again, however, this one was quite smaller than the other one. The text on the oak door said:
"Eat... Or be eaten. Ricardo shall be eaten.. Some day.. I hope.." The last two words were scribbled down fairly small, almost unreadable, but Train could read it just fine.
"Err... Do you enjoy scribbling things on doors and walls?" Zarion was shocked by Train's statement.
"H-how did you know?" Train sighed at his stupidity, while Zarion looked at him with wide eyes in shock.
"Because on every door you sign the scribbling with your name." Train rolled with his eyes.
"Oh.. Right.. Nevermind (never mind) that, let's just go inside, shall we?" Zarion pushed the door open, revealing a huge kingsized king-sized bed in the middle of the room, which seemed the right size for the large owner. A few poker cards were lying around on the green carpet and on the tables a lot of buildings could be seen.
"You like to build models or something?" Zarion laughed and shook his head at his rhetorical question.
"Those are models used for war meetings, those are models based on other organization's buildings." Train looked at him with a puzzled face.
"There are other organizations?" Zarion shrugged.
"Well... Yeah, ofcourse (of course) there are, we are the strongest though and the oldest. You got them Shinigamis, who live in the Soul Society. That one," he pointed at a large model, it had a lot of towers and buildings who were surrounded by two walls, the inner and outer wall, "And you got them Arrancar's, Hollow's, Espada's and all the other non-human creatures, those live in Los Noches, they're not from this dimension though, they're from Hueco Mundo, they do get here quite often." He nodded to himself occasionally, as if he was talking and agreeing with himself.
"Where is their building?" Zarion woke up out of his own discussion and laughed.
"Oh yeah, theirs is there next to ours." He pointed towards a huge castle, with 5 (five) towers, 1 in the middle and the other 4 surrounding that tower. best to write numbers under one hundred out
All the towers were labeled, the middle one said: "Player of the Cards", the other 4 said: "Spades", "Hearts", "Clubs", "Diamonds".
Next to the castle stood a less appealing and less impressive building, it was fully white and the shapes were oddly disfigured, the building seemed like a mansion and it was not really something you'd call a base.
"How about those other buildings." Some other buildings surrounding the three on the top, they were a lot smaller and some of them were half destroyed.
"Those are the smaller organizations, such as the Quincies. Oh, remember that the top three organizations are the Soul Society, led by King Adam and Queen Ming, Los Noches, Led by Lord N, and The Vizards, led by The Player of The Cards Ricardo. If your (you’re) gonna join an organization, you better join one of those 3, though you'd better not join Los Noches, or I might have to kill ya." Zarion looked pretty serious when he made that threat.
"Err... Right. So why can you all disappear and appear wherever you want, are you guys magicians or something?" Zarion scratched his head when he tried to figure out how he should answer.
"Hehe, that's a hard one. Basically.. We're all spirits and the power we use to fly around and use magic stuff is coz we use them spirit power that's in us, we call it Reiatsu. Oh, and not everyone can disappear and appear whenever they want, only like 3 or 4 of us can in whole NW, it's a pretty hard ability to get."
Train shook his head. "Your trying to say I'm dead, why didn't I go to Hell, then?"
Zarion scratched his head again and coughed a few times. "I... Don't know why. Look we're just here, okay?"
Train's face turned red of anger. "NO THAT'S NOT OKAY. I WANT TO KNOW WHY THE HELL I'M HERE, OKAY?" Train moved his hand towards Hades, but before he could grab the hilt Ricardo appeared behind him and grabbed his hand.
"No need for violence, right? Dahahahaha!" Ricardo let go of his hand and folded his arms.
"Oi Ricardo, why you giving me someone who asks to many questions, you know I can't handle those smart asses."
Ricardo smiled and laughed. "Don't worry, Z. I'll take care of his questions, you can go now."
Zarion shrugged. "Aight, keep safe. See you around, Train." Zarion disappeared and Train turned towards Ricardo.
"Am I dead? Why am I here? What is this place? And who the hell are you people?"
Ricardo laughed and smiled at Train. "Relax, Train, relax. Your you’re not dead, nor are you alive. It's quite hard to explain, but you could see this as the stage before you die, another path you follow before you go to either Hell or Heaven."
Train frowned. "But how did I die? And what the hell is this place?"
Ricardo changed his expression and suddenly took a serious face. "Hmmm. That's odd. You should know how you died, your memories aren't taken from you." He muttered to himself.
"What? What did you say?"
Ricardo placed both his hands together and smiled again. "It's nothing, nothing to worry about for now. This place is my home, and yours if you wish to choose so, The Vizard Castle, home of the Vizards and the oldest organization to be. We are proud, we are strong and most of all lazy. Dahahahaha!"
Train shook his head, not showing the slightest desire that he wants to laugh.
"Anyways, your here now and that's all that matters. The next thing for you to do is choose an organization to join. The Vizards, Shinigamis, the creatures of Los Noches or perhaps another organization of a lower rank. But to join an organization you need to join their academy first, where you will learn how to fight and use your reiatsu, which Zarion already explained in his own way. Dahahahaha!" Ricardo smiled and looked at him with a curious face waiting for his answer. "
So I either join one of the three mightiest organizations or join a lesser one and to do that I have to go to the organizations academy so they can learn (teach) me how to fight?"
Ricardo nodded. "Yes, that's basically it. So what will it be?"
Train grinned and his eyes turned red. "I choose option 3. I will stay alone and fight alone."
Ricardo raised his eyebrows. "Why would you do that?"
Train's eyes turned to their normal brown color. "Because I don't care for any of you and nor will I ever, besides, I hate schools, especially if they're going to learn me something I'm already capable."
Ricardo laughed and smiled. "So what are your goals? Most people join organizations to raise rise up in rank and get stronger, why do you wish to fight?"
Train shrugged. "I fight for myself. Like I told you before... I wish to be acknowledged by myself."
Ricardo nodded. "So.. How do you wish to do that?"
Train smiled. "Simple... I fight and fight and become the strongest of everyone, easy isn't it."
Ricardo laughed and smiled. "So you plan on fighting anyone, even if he is twice, no, a hundred times stronger than you?"
Train shook his head. "I would not only fight him, I would defeat him." Train's words echoed loudly through the room.
"Fine, if that is what you wish, however, if you ever change your mind. Feel free to barge in anytime and join us, we want someone who has a strong will like yours."
Train shook his head. "Don't count on it. So where is my jacket? I have some training to do."
Ricardo nodded and smiled. "Right this way..."
Ricardo led him past many hallways again, where a lot of people bowed for Ricardo and others raised their hands holding bottles, asking when the next big sake party is coming.
"Dahahahaha!" Train's thoughts could barely bear with this laugh, he loathed it as he kept thinking about everything that is going on and not understanding it. His thoughts flowed from "Where am I?" to "How do I get out?", however, he already realized (realized) the answer to this "There is no way out.".
Ricardo could only smile, even though he understood how Train felt, the only way he could help him is by leaving him alone for now. "Here you go." Ricardo held the jacket in front of Train, who seemed to have spaced out.
"W-what? Oh, thanks." He took the black jacket, engraved with XIII on the sleeve and looked at Ricardo. "Is there a wasteland around here, where I can train without being disturbed?"
Ricardo laughed and shook his head. "Dahahahaha! My friend, NW is nothing but wasteland." He pushed open the two broad doors that lead to the outside, it was almost inhuman how he did that with minimum effort. The doors revealed a blue sky and the sun shining brightly on the lake surrounding the castle. The white bridge that linked the castle with the wasteland on the other side blinded Train.
"We got wasteland right in our frontyard front yard and backyard!"
Train shook his head and asked himself again what the hell this place is. "Uhmm... Yeah, thanks. I'll be going now." Train reached for his pocket and pulled out Hades.
"See you around soon. Dahahahahaha!" Train aimed Hades on the ground beneath him and shot, sending himself flying towards the wastelands, and out of Ricardo's sight.
"Soon?" Train laughed a bit while he kept shooting Hades to keep himself airborne. "Soon, when I defeat you and your whole castle."
Chapter 3... Check my Portfolio.
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