This is my addition to the Forum War Story. This is The Von Keshner Chronicles. GeneralJohn1031 is writing the main story and A Rabid Snail is writing about is character who goes by the name Light and Cold Blood Killa's story about his character [url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=18073416]The Forum War[/url] by GeneralJohn1031 [url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=18069593]The Light Chronicles[/url] by A Rabid Snail [url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=18102384]Buster's Awakening[/url] by Cold Blood Killa Here's the first installment of The Von Keshner Chronicles "Damn it! Why the -blam!- isn't he here yet? I don't feel comfortable just sitting here wasting the day in some God-forsaken suburb in a dead thread that could very easily be the base of operations for some down and out criminal group. Are you sure this is where the informant said he would be?" Two men were waiting, perched in a top story window waiting for the target to appear. "Yes, I'm sure. Have patience Brock." "Patience!? We've been sitting here all day!" "Yes, I know," retorted Jason, "but The informant was unsure of when Von Keshner would get here." Brock couldn't help but feel as though something were wrong. The streets they were watching were completely deserted save for the occasional lost straggler looking in the ancient archives of Bnet. The erie stillness and the fact that Jason still had not yet revealed the identity of the informant made Brock feel as though something bad was about to happen. "I say we get outta here and you tell your damn informant our cover was blown. It's getting dark and I've heard these parts get overrun by creaatures of unimaginable horror after the sun sets." "Aw, is wittle Bwocky Scared? Well don't worry wittle Brocky, I'm sure mommy will be waiting at with milk and cookies for you when you get home. Anyway, we have to wait for Von Keshner, I was only paidhalf the money up front and I love these betrayal assassinations." "Betrayal assassination?" Brock couldn't help but wonder who was betraying who and why it was so important. "Ya, Keller want's his right hand man dead and I was hired to do the job." "Keller? You mean the forum ninja Keller? But he's a hippie? He wouldn't hurt a fly. Why would he now want Von Keshner dead?" "You know, with all these annoying questions you ask, I'm surprised I still bring you along to watch a true assassin master at w..." He was cut off by the sound of a creak from outside the door to the room they were in. Both Brock and Jason fell Dead silent, waiting to see if someone would enter. "Get your pistol out now." Jason ordered Brock in a silent but stern voice while reaching for his own. They crept over to the door, attaching silencers to their guns as they went. "When I say go..." But Jason was cut off once again, but this time by an explosion. The door flew off it's hinges past their heads as the force of the blast threw them to the ground, each one losing his grasp on his pistol. Before either of them knew what was going on, A squad of men in business suits stormed into the room, guns at the ready and aimed at the duo. Neither dared move as they both wondered how the hell they had come to be in such a predicament. As the smoke from the blast began to settle they saw a man walk through to face hover over them. A man of about six foot two, wearing plain blue jeans and a snow white hoodie with nothing but an Addidas Insignia in blood red emblazoned upon the chest. "Y-y-you..." Stuttered Jason, not wanting to believe his target was staring down at him with men with guns to do his bidding while He just lay there, completely helpless. "Von-Von Keshner." Upon hearing this, Brock chimed in, "Dude, I told you we should have left." "Why yes, yes you should have," Began Keshner, "but guess what? You didn't and now you're totally effed. But before you die, would you like something to eat?" Needless to say, the two assassins were confused, but Jason managed to get out an "Ehh..?" "Johnson, go grab a few crates for us to sit on." At this command, one of Von Keshner's henchmen left the room and returned a few moments later carrying three crates stacked upon one another. "Wait? You're gonna feed us? Are you a cannibal?" Brock inquired. "What!? Hell no! You've got a sick mind, I suggest professional help." Was Von Keshner's response, repulsed by the idea of eating human flesh. "Here. Have some Subway." Von Keshner proceeded to give each of them a Subway sandwich. "Are you , you know, insane or something?" Asked Jason At this question, Von Keshner opened his mouth as if to say something but got a thoughtful look on his face for a moment before nodding his head and said, "Probably." "Why are you feeding us?" was still what Brock wanted to know, "What the hell are you even keeping us alive for? Do you need our services?" "Ok, I suppose since I'm gonna kill you anyway, I can tell you why I'm killing you. The reason I'm doing this is I'm going to kill William Keller, take his position, and eventually rule Forum Land, and people probably won't like the whole me killing Keller thing. And I'm keeping you alive cuz I like to be civilized and allow people one last mean before they die." "Kill him? What? Why? He's been doing such a good job at being a Forum ninja." "Well, I'll be honest with you. I just feel like it. And after I take power I have a feeling people are gonna want me dead. Now I'll be well protected and all, but I figure 'Why take a chance?' So I'm going around and killing all the guns for hire, or at least most of them. So I send guys like you on some fake-ass mission to assassinate me and sneak up on my victims and kill them. I send one of my men to give the assassins, in this case you guys, and then I burst in and kill them. Much like this little episode is being played out now. The way I see it in my messed up little mind, even if I don't kill all the assassins, what few remain will know of how anyone else to come after me died and the ones fool-hearty enough to actually attempt it have such an ego it will be easy to defeat them. Then after I take over, I'm gonna make a bunch of stupid pointless laws that people will obviously break, just so I can enjoy the suffering. You see, I'm just plain evil. I've actually been able to suppress my good side for years now. Sure the good side gets control every once in a while, but I've pretty much won the eternal war between good and evil within myself unlike most people." "Well, that's not very nice of you." Sputtered Jason. "Exactly! I'm glad we have an understanding here. Goodbye." And that was the last sentence Jason ever heard, as Von Keshner pulled a gun out of nowhere and shot him right between the eyes. Brock saw the last few seconds of his life in slow motion, beginning with the cold blood murder of his former mentor and best friend. Brock watched as Jason's arms become limp and fall to his sides before the entire body fall over in slow motion to become a lifeless heap on the cold hardwood floor. Looking away from Jason's now deceased corpse and toward Von Keshner, the last thing Brock ever saw before his eternal rest was a bullet being loaded into the chamber of Von Keshner's "Clean up the mess and incinerate the bodies" [Edited on 03.04.2008 1:50 PM PST]