The VALE

The VALE The VALE

Status: Finished

Genre: Action and Adventure

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Status: Finished

Genre: Action and Adventure

Summary

A 22-year-old fighter is recruited to a government organization, VALE, that battles a super-virus with specially designed armored battle suits. With the threat growing every day, the city of New York needs someone to sace it from the impending doom, and VALE are the only people up to the job...

Summary

A 22-year-old fighter is recruited to a government organization, VALE, that battles a super-virus with specially designed armored battle suits.

With the threat growing every day, the city of New York needs someone to sace it from the impending doom, and VALE are the only people up to the job...

Chapter1 (v.1) - Slob to Steel

Author Chapter Note

A 22-year-old fighter is recruited to a government organization, VALE, that battles a super-virus with specially designed armored battle suits. With the threat growing every day, the city of New York needs someone to sace it from the impending doom, and VALE are the only people up to the job...

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: September 12, 2010

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Chapter Content - ver.1

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Kiba Matsuya slammed the door behind him as he entered his apartment, the rusty light fixture on the wall shaking heavily as the door closed. The cracks in the dull, brown wallpaper behind the light gave the impression that the fixture had been loose for quite some time.

"Tch," scoffed the man, flopping down onto his already twice-repaird couch. "Shitty apartment."

The twenty-two year old stood up, removing the tight white shirt to reveal a very toned, muscled torso.It was evident that the man took pride in his appearance and worked out often, as abs like those didn't come naturally to anyone. Kiba stretched, yawning as the phone rang loudly. He didn't want to answer it, he knew it'd be his mother and frankly, he didn't have the energy for her tonight. After a long day at work at the gym and a stressful journey home in the crowded subway, the Japanese-Italian was in no mood to be nagged at in a language with so many hard-spoken syllables that you often ended up on the receiving end of a violent storm of saliva. He let the phone go to the machine, sitting back down on the couch with a sigh.

"Kiba?"called the voice on the phone,"Kiba, please. I know you're there, I asked Mrs. Wong across the street to call me as soon as you got home."

"Hmph, nosy bitch," he muttered, getting up again to get himself a drink from the kitchen. Opening the fridge he gazed over the assortment of junk food and protein shakes before grabbing the milk carton tucked inside the door. Kiba ripped off the tab and brought the carton to his lips, chugging down the whole thing before long. Returning to the living room he caught the end of his mother's message.

"The reception's on Tuesday. I really hope you can make it, Kiba. It is your sister, after all, and it's been so long since we've all seen you in person. Call me back once you get this message."

He closed his eyes for a while, cursing silently. 'Damn it, I forgot the present,' he thought, 'I'll have to pick it up on the way home from work tomorrow.' The dark-haired man made a mental note to buy something nice before slumping down in front of the TV once more, kicking off his shoes and socks.


It was morning when Kiba awoke, sprawled across the couch in his sweats, dried milk plastered across his chest. His eyes flickered open and he jumped up, cursing loudly. "Shit!" he cried, running to the bathroom to get ready for work.

A half hour later, the half-asian pushed his way out of the subway, the stereotypical rude behaviour of a New Yorker. Trying desperately to get to work on time, he knocked into several people as he ran through the busy streets. It was only when he reached the corner of the gym's street that he realized why no one seemed to want to move. High up in the sky, some sort of creature was soaring around, followed by other, smaller objects. If it weren't for the shape of the larger thing, Kiba would have mistaken them for birds in formation.

Suddenly one of the smaller objects, shimmering in the sunlight as it flew, moved closer to the first and tried to grab it. The larger object turned swiftly, revealing itself to be humanoid in shape, and kicked the bird-like creature away from it. People suddenly began to scurry away as the metal hawk came soaring down to the street, skidding along the road with a screech until it crashed through the front wall of a building, blowing a massive hole in the door and window as it stopped.

The 22-year-old watched in horror as the creature destroyed his workplace, the gym, and he ran over in his moment of courage to see if anyone was injured. He reached the gym, hopping through the crater-like hole in the front to see the steel bird stand, shaking off debris as it turned to face him...


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