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This fanfic was inspired by the first one. The plots, characters, timeline, and story have nothing to do with that fanfic and any others like that will come along
*/END FBI WARNING*
The sun rises and the roosters began to stir. Houses once in shadow seem to gradually develop across the land as the center of the milky way galaxy spreads it's miracle. Hwoarang's eyes shake open as he beams of solar energy progress through the window, opposite from his dorm bed.
Hwoarang: My research paper!
He jumps out of the bed, realizing he never completed his essay on the history of the grenade.
Hwoarang: Professor SM will kill me!
*next scene*
A large class room fills up quickly, almost every row is full or being filled. The classroom isn't very talkative for some reason and then it becomes obvious as the small conversations turns to pure silence. The classroom door creeks open and a crazy eyed, mustached man with short brown hair enters.
SM: I hope you students did the "smart" thing and completed your essays
*Almost in unison* Classroom: Yes, Professor
SM: That sounds reasurring, Dpredator could you stand up to the class and read your thesis statement for me.
A stocky young man wearing a worn out black t-shirt crescened with a playstation logo stands up slowly. Clears his throat and pulls open his notebook. Flipping through the pages till his eyes light up.
*nervously* Dpredator: Grenades......*Silence*
SM: WHAT!!!! GET OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOOOOOOW! no wait, im sorry you can sit down
Professor SM rumedges through the droors of his desk and lets out a smirk. Someone in the classroom lets out a shrill and the entire body of students reacts by heading for the exit. SM jumps on top of his desk, letting out a evil laugh as his head leans to the side. Suddenly, a flurry of ice cream cones come spiraling at Dpredator.....
Dpredator: Sir, im sorr....
A valiant effort to apologize is cut off by a three scoop sundae slamming into his face. Then another, then another, then another, then "yet" another.
SM: I hope you learned your lesson! I got way more than 31 flavors behind this desk
Dpredator: (nervously) Ye...Yes, Professor
The professor picks up a phone on his desk and asks for the janitor. Then walks to the door which thin vertical windows are filled with bug eyes. Motioning for them to come in....
SM: Its alright students, another poor soul just learned his lesson
The class fills in most of the seats, except for the ones covered in milk, chocolate, sugar, and vanilla extract. The door opens yet again and a old man with a mop walks in, pulling a janitor cart. The entire classroom seems to be caught in a unison of stares and confusion. The janitor wears only one rubber glove, and it seems to be on his hand all the time. Faint comments and laughs can be heard as he strolls up the ramp to the mess.
Student(whispers to Hwoarang): Theres beem rumors about why he wheres that glove, it holds some secret power supposedly.
Brim: (whispering) I heard men were killed by that glove, it was once a powerful weapon. Sort of like the town's last super hero, Captain Humpie. I don't see how they could be connected though.
Another student: (whispering) i heard under the glove is horrible looking tentacle. Some kind of experiment gone wrong in Professor Quicksurfer's class.
SM: Class, would you like to share whats so important with me??!?!?!?!
Class (In Unison): No, Professor
The janitor leaves and the class resumes. Professor SM points out another student who reads there thesis statement also nervously.
Student: Since the creation of dynamite **** has been getting blown the **** up, knocked outta commission, and dumb *******s finding themself pwned. Grenades show no exception.
SM: Well done, anyone else want to present?
(silence)
Smirking, Professor SM slowly pulls his desk droor open. The entire class raises their hand.
SM: Thats better
More essays are read and their is a further discussion on why people shouldn't talk back to people with grenades in their hand. The bell rings, and students seem to think nothing but "escape" as they pile out the door
SM: Youthful exuberence, can't beat it
*scene change*
The traffic lights in a large city block seem to change with a rhythem as traffic flows in sync. An old woman sits behind her store counter, reading the latest gossip from U.S Weekly. Suddenly, a fat young man with a pink snow mask enters with one arm under his shirt. Forming a gun at the end. His breath stenched with alcohol.
Robber: (pointing the concealed weapon) Listen lady, i got to have my ****ing fix so give me the good stuff or you'll get it.
Old Lady: (hysterical) Im sorry this is just a candy store, take what you
want
Robber: (angry) Just a candy store?!?!? Listen lady give me the good stuff or else!
The whole situation is deafened by the loud roar of a sports intake doppler effect. A gold Nissan SkylineR34 peels out infront of the store. Smoke flying everywhere. The door flips up and a small figure in a black racing suit with a white cape steps out.
Robber: Ha! This little guy is going to teach me a lesson?
Mysterious Figure: (almost triumphently) I am the Gureatsu Skyliner! Most men would have bolted out the back door by now. But, I guess your an idiot so this will be easy.
The robber laughs again, only to watch as the Gureatsu Skyliner disappears and reappears infront of him.
Robber: Wha?!? Huh?!?! How did you do that? Maybe I should have layed off that last shot of Jose Cuervo
Without hesitation the Gureatsu Skyliner drop kicks the robber with lightning speed. He hits the ground furiously and the sounds of ribs cracking can be obviously heard. The second kick is mind blowing, as it lands in his side. Sending him into the air and destroying a stand of candy bars. He then drags the criminal out in the street as the cops "finally" arrive. The Gureatsu Skyliner turns to the old lady and apologizes as he walks into the street
Gureatsu Skyliner: Children! Come one, Come all! The established owner of this candy store asks you to clean her store and she promised a candy bar for everyone one of you.
He winks at the old lady, then jumps in his car. He peels around and the wheels glow as it blurs down the street. Leaving a trail of smoke.....
*episode 2 coming soon*
This fanfic was inspired by the first one. The plots, characters, timeline, and story have nothing to do with that fanfic and any others like that will come along
*/END FBI WARNING*
The sun rises and the roosters began to stir. Houses once in shadow seem to gradually develop across the land as the center of the milky way galaxy spreads it's miracle. Hwoarang's eyes shake open as he beams of solar energy progress through the window, opposite from his dorm bed.
Hwoarang: My research paper!
He jumps out of the bed, realizing he never completed his essay on the history of the grenade.
Hwoarang: Professor SM will kill me!
*next scene*
A large class room fills up quickly, almost every row is full or being filled. The classroom isn't very talkative for some reason and then it becomes obvious as the small conversations turns to pure silence. The classroom door creeks open and a crazy eyed, mustached man with short brown hair enters.
SM: I hope you students did the "smart" thing and completed your essays
*Almost in unison* Classroom: Yes, Professor
SM: That sounds reasurring, Dpredator could you stand up to the class and read your thesis statement for me.
A stocky young man wearing a worn out black t-shirt crescened with a playstation logo stands up slowly. Clears his throat and pulls open his notebook. Flipping through the pages till his eyes light up.
*nervously* Dpredator: Grenades......*Silence*
SM: WHAT!!!! GET OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOOOOOOW! no wait, im sorry you can sit down
Professor SM rumedges through the droors of his desk and lets out a smirk. Someone in the classroom lets out a shrill and the entire body of students reacts by heading for the exit. SM jumps on top of his desk, letting out a evil laugh as his head leans to the side. Suddenly, a flurry of ice cream cones come spiraling at Dpredator.....
Dpredator: Sir, im sorr....
A valiant effort to apologize is cut off by a three scoop sundae slamming into his face. Then another, then another, then another, then "yet" another.
SM: I hope you learned your lesson! I got way more than 31 flavors behind this desk
Dpredator: (nervously) Ye...Yes, Professor
The professor picks up a phone on his desk and asks for the janitor. Then walks to the door which thin vertical windows are filled with bug eyes. Motioning for them to come in....
SM: Its alright students, another poor soul just learned his lesson
The class fills in most of the seats, except for the ones covered in milk, chocolate, sugar, and vanilla extract. The door opens yet again and a old man with a mop walks in, pulling a janitor cart. The entire classroom seems to be caught in a unison of stares and confusion. The janitor wears only one rubber glove, and it seems to be on his hand all the time. Faint comments and laughs can be heard as he strolls up the ramp to the mess.
Student(whispers to Hwoarang): Theres beem rumors about why he wheres that glove, it holds some secret power supposedly.
Brim: (whispering) I heard men were killed by that glove, it was once a powerful weapon. Sort of like the town's last super hero, Captain Humpie. I don't see how they could be connected though.
Another student: (whispering) i heard under the glove is horrible looking tentacle. Some kind of experiment gone wrong in Professor Quicksurfer's class.
SM: Class, would you like to share whats so important with me??!?!?!?!
Class (In Unison): No, Professor
The janitor leaves and the class resumes. Professor SM points out another student who reads there thesis statement also nervously.
Student: Since the creation of dynamite **** has been getting blown the **** up, knocked outta commission, and dumb *******s finding themself pwned. Grenades show no exception.
SM: Well done, anyone else want to present?
(silence)
Smirking, Professor SM slowly pulls his desk droor open. The entire class raises their hand.
SM: Thats better
More essays are read and their is a further discussion on why people shouldn't talk back to people with grenades in their hand. The bell rings, and students seem to think nothing but "escape" as they pile out the door
SM: Youthful exuberence, can't beat it
*scene change*
The traffic lights in a large city block seem to change with a rhythem as traffic flows in sync. An old woman sits behind her store counter, reading the latest gossip from U.S Weekly. Suddenly, a fat young man with a pink snow mask enters with one arm under his shirt. Forming a gun at the end. His breath stenched with alcohol.
Robber: (pointing the concealed weapon) Listen lady, i got to have my ****ing fix so give me the good stuff or you'll get it.
Old Lady: (hysterical) Im sorry this is just a candy store, take what you
want
Robber: (angry) Just a candy store?!?!? Listen lady give me the good stuff or else!
The whole situation is deafened by the loud roar of a sports intake doppler effect. A gold Nissan SkylineR34 peels out infront of the store. Smoke flying everywhere. The door flips up and a small figure in a black racing suit with a white cape steps out.
Robber: Ha! This little guy is going to teach me a lesson?
Mysterious Figure: (almost triumphently) I am the Gureatsu Skyliner! Most men would have bolted out the back door by now. But, I guess your an idiot so this will be easy.
The robber laughs again, only to watch as the Gureatsu Skyliner disappears and reappears infront of him.
Robber: Wha?!? Huh?!?! How did you do that? Maybe I should have layed off that last shot of Jose Cuervo
Without hesitation the Gureatsu Skyliner drop kicks the robber with lightning speed. He hits the ground furiously and the sounds of ribs cracking can be obviously heard. The second kick is mind blowing, as it lands in his side. Sending him into the air and destroying a stand of candy bars. He then drags the criminal out in the street as the cops "finally" arrive. The Gureatsu Skyliner turns to the old lady and apologizes as he walks into the street
Gureatsu Skyliner: Children! Come one, Come all! The established owner of this candy store asks you to clean her store and she promised a candy bar for everyone one of you.
He winks at the old lady, then jumps in his car. He peels around and the wheels glow as it blurs down the street. Leaving a trail of smoke.....
*episode 2 coming soon*