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Jayden 3.75

Whateley of Warcraft Part 3 of 4

By Crazy Minh

“Crap, I’m so sorry guys!!! I’m totally late!!!”

 

My friends looked up and smiled as I sat down with my dinner. I quickly dug in as Alex looked at me expectantly. Ivy nudged him hard in the ribs. As he exclaimed in pain, I looked up and grinned.

 

“Thanks for the game by the way. It’s GREAT!!”

 

Alex stopped grimacing in mock pain, and started grinning too.

 

“So how was it??? What Archetype did you choose??”

 

I pretended to ponder this as Alex got more and more impatient. Finally, I answered.

 

“Oh, I saved the evil faction capital, started a guild and won a bar. My archetype was one called a Gunslinger.”

 

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 Jayden 3.5

Whateley of Warcraft Part 2 of 4

By Crazy Minh

 

Whateley Academy Range 2. Monday 8th January 2007. 9:25 AM. Light Weapons Training Course.

 

BLAM!!! BLAM!!!! BLAM!!!

 

The students gathered around the range winced under the bulky ear protection they uniformly wore as my ‘Last Word’ hand cannon sent three quick shots ringing out into the human-shaped target about 500 meters downrange. The first two shots punched 6” holes through the left and right of the target’s upper torso. The final shot went straight through the space between the eyes. Sargent ‘Gunny’ Bardue whistled appreciatively as he inspected the target that now had three large holes torn clean through in the critically important areas of the body: the heart, lungs and brain.

 

“Well kid, If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re a military professional!!!” joked the man. “That was quite good for a 16 year old.”

 

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 Jayden 3:

Whateley of Warcraft Part 1 of 4

By Crazy Minh

“Hey, you’re that kid who fought the Power Ranger guy, right?”

 

I looked up from my breakfast to see a literal anime character standing in front of me. I calmly swallowed my mouthful of bacon, and responded.

 

“And you’re the girl who looks like Ryoko, right?”

 

She looked slightly offed by my statement, so I quickly continued. As I did, I stood up and extended a hand.

 

“Hey, it’s not as if that’s a problem. I’ve actually met the real Ryoko once. Well, by meet…I meant she tried to kill me when I attempted to ask for a autograph. Guess it wasn’t really the right time, with a army of space police fighting her. Probably should of waited till after the fight…”

 

She looked slightly perplexed, and also kinda awed. I decided to introduce myself properly.

 

“Anyway,” I said, grinning. “My name’s Jayden. Jayden Reynolds. I believe you’re called….Billie, wasn’t it?”

 

She grimaced. “I prefer Tennyo, but yeah, my name is Billie. Nice to meet you Jayden. Anyway, I just wanted to thank you for showing that motorbike-obsessed douchebag that being a Weeaboo doesn’t entitle you to bug others about bringing you and your other anime-obsessed friends to another dimension.”

 

“Wait, they tried that with you???” I asked, before remembering what the Ryoko from Tenchi Muoyo had as a companion and starship. “Oh…you mean, they asked you to fly them to another dimension because they assumed you were the Actual Ryoko, and that you were hiding here for some reason. I can see the problem they have with reality. Still, better than some fans.”

 

She laughed. “Yeah, I guess. Anyhow, I’ll see you round…Crossover.”

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Jayden 2:

Crossover the Line

By Crazy Minh 

“So, what classes are you doing Buddy?”

 

I sighed for the umpteenth time at Alex’s  and stared across the cafeteria. Today I had picked my subjects for my first term at Whateley Academy. A school which was the literal three-way love-child of Hogwarts, Xavier Academy and the forces of chaos. I had privileged to have seen pretty much the most awesome things the universe has to offer. Nebulae, the birth and death of stars, the beginnings of life. I had seen things like planet-wide conflicts, starships duelling among the stars (including literal attack ships on fire off the literal shoulder of Orion). I’ve met Han Solo, Captain James T. Kirk, Tony Stark. Hell, I even went and completed my high school education (Mainly so I didn’t fall behind if and when I returned home). But none of that could of prepared me for werewolves, anime characters, literal invisible people, flying girls who could charm the One Ring off Golum (As well as one student who was the spitting image of that exact same demented freak I had met while trekking through Mordor while trying to get Bilbo Baggins’s autograph), and (quite impossibly) a literal flaming skeleton (who I accidentally insulted by muttering ‘Hey Ghost Rider!!! Marvel called, they want a cease-and-desist’) working on a motorbike in the workshops. So yeah, I had pretty much not expected this much diversity at a school for mutants. Probably should of seen it coming in hindsight…

 

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Dance of the Suzie Q Fairy

by Kettlekorn

 

Buffalo, New York
December 11th, 1976

“I like the way you walk,” said Candice with a grin as she held the door to the music store for her friend.

“Thanks!” said Susan Queen. “But you could do it too, you know. Just put one foot in front of the other, and soon you'll be walking out the door!”

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Jayden 1.5:

Abridged Worlds Part 2 of 2

By Crazy Mihn

 

Whateley Academy; Saturday 6th January 2007

 

I walked up to the 8 story building that would be my home for my time at Whateley. Melville appeared to be more modern than the smaller dorms I had passed on the way here. It was a glass and steel construction, with a lobby area on the ground floor. I walked inside, and noticed that the building had a concierge.

 

“Hi, can I help you?” asked the woman behind the desk. She was of oriental descent, and had a nametag reading ‘Mrs Deng -  Melville Concierge’. Her desk was immaculate, except for a small pile of envelopes and packages stacked behind her desk.

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Metro 1: Chewing Through The Straps (Part 4)

by null0trooper

Part 4 (of 4)— Have you ever wondered if the monsters have their own map that reads "Here be Humans"? Does the map you have and the road you're on take you Here, or does it leave you There? 

Somewhere along the way, a couple of wayward boys find their way home.


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Jayden 1: 

Abridged Worlds Part 1 of 2

By Crazy Minh

“OW!”

 

I sat up and groaned as I tried to blink through the fuzzy spots in my vision. I looked around at the field of grass, a tall wire fence visible nearby. It was night, and the chilly air suggested that the season was winter. These details informed me that I was definitely NOT where I was meant to be. I was pretty sure that the founding ceremony of the United Federation of Planets was not in a empty field with a wire fence. I stood up, and got a better view of the area. The field was not as large as I had initially thought. It was more like a garden, with Japanese rock pools and a large artificial lake. A couple of meters away, a road snaked it’s way up to a large, gothic building with very modern renovations added to the Victorian frame. Over the doorway, a stone sign read ‘Arkam Asylum’. I nearly laughed, until I remembered reading the batman comics I had picked up earlier from a 22nd century comic vendor. I began to back up, as I realised a alarm was blaring inside.  I realised with a sinking feeling that I was probably the cause. A split second later, a group of armed men in combat gear surrounded me, aiming automatic weapons at me from all sides. My hand reached towards my holstered revolver, but I refrained from drawing the weapon.

 

“Hands in the air!!!”

 

I raised my hands, and the men disarmed me, and cuffed my hands behind my back. Although I probably could of escaped the bonds (having learned escape skills from a alternate version of Harry Houdini), I choose to simply be led along. This could turn out to be fun!

 

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Metro 1: Chewing Through The Straps (Part 3)

by null0trooper

Part 3 (of 4)— Sometimes, the past has this way of creeping up on you. Sometimes we plan for it. Sometimes we can't. Sometimes, it's best to just cut and run.

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Metro 1: Chewing Through The Straps (Part 2)

by null0trooper

Part 2 (of 4)— After all, how much trouble can one sick puppy get into in the first month of classes?

Isn't most of that Security's job to handle anyway? Oh, wait...

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Metro 1: Chewing Through The Straps (Part 1)

by null0trooper

Tell me if you've heard this one before: Two young men walk into a Dunwich bar. The first one says to the second one there, "I hope you're having fun."

... except the first one there isn't really there yet, they're both under-age, the other one has a sacrificial knife in his gut - because, why not? - and the bar is really a hospital. Welcome to Whateley, boys. The first unit of blood's on the house!

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Into The Light (Part 6)

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Erisian

Chapter 20 - Power

Saturday and Sunday were a blur. True to her word, Jenna escorted me to each meal plus all the exams they kept throwing at me. In addition to the ones on Friday, they assigned World History, U.S. History (yeah, they made them separate tests), Chemistry (ugh), Biology (double ugh), Physics, Theology, and even Computer Science. Yes, they added a few to the original list Rabbi Kirov had previously rattled off.

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Into The Light (Part 5)

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Erisian

Chapter 17 - Manifestation


Impenetrable fog surrounds everything, deafening all sound, all sensation; walking yet going nowhere, for within the clouds there is no path.

A distant voice’s call; a response choking upon the barrier of thickening mist that threatens to suffocate all…

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Into The Light (Part 4)

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Erisian

Chapter 14 - Patterns

A nurse lent me a spare t-shirt she kept on hand ‘for emergencies’. The wreckage of my outfit qualified, and as I really didn’t want to streak across campus I quickly agreed and thanked her. Speaking of clothes, Jenna and I both needed to get back to the gym before we could fulfill her ice cream desires. She needed to change out of her gi, and I needed my shoes and socks.

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Into The Light (Part III)

By

Erisian

Chapter 10 - Transit

I was in the back seat of yet another SUV. This time it was a green one being driven by Colin Forsyth, the Lieutenant from the phone conference between Director Goodman and Mrs. Carson. Mrs. Shugendo, a tall Asian woman, sat up front. Poor Khan was stuck once more in his travel cage and I had to admit I did feel grateful to Soren for the scope of the scholarship I was sure he had arranged for me. It had included paying for all sorts of details, as one would expect from a scholarship: books, school supplies, tuition (including room and board), and uniforms. To my (and the Director’s) surprise it also covered all related expenses for bi-annual transport to and from the school via chartered plane out of the closest airport to the school.

Don’t get me wrong, though - Soren still deserved a boot to the head for what he’d done. I’d thank him for the money after.