Once, long ago, there was a great war. While it was unbeknownst among the people, the extinction of all life on Earth would soon be at hand. The Villains of this war-story were created with the sole purpose to destroy everything that could breath, should a time for that come. But it never did, and they grew bored. Using their powers of widespread destruction, these villains set out to fulfill their unwanted and unneeded purpose. But there was one thing that they were not aware of. 15 warriors, wielding the power of a life from its first breath to its last, confronted the colossal evils, hell-bent on achieving their intended goals. They fought gallantly, destroying each villain, stronger than the last, one by one. In the end, they sacrificed their own lives to end the war, throwing their powers together to bring down the villians' very structure, and their lives as well. The extinction-act was over, the battle won. These warriors' souls were brought to a higher plane, a place known as Granaci, to be at peace. As the years past, the warriors faded into legend, and the war was all but forgotten.

These warriors were hailed…as Heroes.

But there was a villain that hadn't yet grown bored, and as such, didn't participate in the war, knowing that his purpose would one day be needed. The years went on, and the world started to crumble. But the world still wanted to live. The villain thought this as strange, knowing that, in this state, life should end. It was then that he finally realized: Life isn't going to want an end, that is for certain. But it must. So, whether or not it wants to, widespread destruction shall now come, and there is no hope of salvation. With the Heroes of legend being no longer of this world, the villain, far stronger than his brethren, had no way to be stopped. Or so he thought…

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As he lay, sleeping quietly in his small, twin-sized bed, a cell phone rang, playing "Toxicity" by the band "System of a Down" as his ring tone. His eyes stayed closed, as he moved his hand from under his pillow, to the cell phone, lying on the table next to him.

"Hey, buddy" the voice on the phone said. "It's time to wake up and get in the shower, school starts in an hour".

"Alright, Dad" the young teenager said.

"I'll be home in about 30 minutes. Be ready for school by then."

"Yeah, Dad, I know. I have to do this on a daily basis." The teenager said annoyed.

"Bye"

"Bye"

He snaps his phone shut, hanging up on the other person, and ending the conversation.

"I don't think it'll hurt if I just close my eyes for a couple of more seconds." The teen thought to himself, with his eyes never being opened to begin with. "The almighty Victor has yet to be late for school more than 4 times this year. That has to be a record!"

After showering, brushing his teeth and hair, and eating a quick snack for breakfast, Victor's Dad arrived home, ready to bring his son to school.

"Are you ready?"

"Yeah, let's go."

The ride from Victor's house to his small, poor-as-dirt school wasn't a very lengthy trip. At the most, it would take about 10 minutes, which Victor would spend with his eyes closed, catching up on some sleep.

"We're here" Victor's Dad said to him, as he shoved him, trying to wake him up.

"Bah, already? Damnit." Victor cursed.

"Have a good day at school."

"I seriously doubt I will" Victor complained, as he got out of his Dad's car, and slammed the door shut.

He arrived in his homeroom, walking to the table where his friends would sit and talk before class started. He always wondered what the hell they always talked about, because he could never remember talking about anything that important with them. Probably just random crap.

"Hey, guys" Victor said to the group of friends.

"Hey, Victor." They all said to him back.

Victor hadn't been feeling very good that morning, and he was still a bit tired, so instead of talking, he lay his head down on the table, quickly falling back into sleep.

His eyes awoke, but he wasn't sitting in his homeroom. Instead, he was standing in a long, white hall, filled with pitch-black doors, that didn't seem to look any different from each other.

"Where….where the hell am I?" He spoke.

"Your in Granacci" a clear, foreboding, body-less voice rang in his ears.

"Granac…Granacci?" He said, still clearly confused.

"It is a holy paradise, where we Heroes were awarded to spend our eternity" The disembodied voice spoke back.

"Heroes?"

"Yes, a title given to us for our bravery during the Great War"

"….Godamnit, I knew today was going to suck" Victor said angrily.

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So what do you think!?! I know I didn't do the best, and I know that it was kind of short, but I think I did okay. :D And critisism is greatly appreciated. You know, as long as you aren't a complete **** about it. ;)

I already have the first 3 chapters typed out, so I should be posting the second chapter tomorrow. :)

:lol:

Later, Home Skillets! :)

-Out-Of-Ammo