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Death of The Stick
PROLOUGE
The Stick was sitting down in his apartment, thinking about all the people he'd killed over the past 11 years.


He'd decided that no matter how many innocents he killed in the process,he was doing good. He put his hand on a large wooden crate that contained some of his possessions because he was moving to his ownhouse soon. He looked out his window, and saw a man covered in blood chasing a woman down the street below.


Heturned into a black stick figure and jumped out the window, aiming toland behind the man.


CHAPTER1: THE INFECTION
As The Stick landed, he noticed that the man had claws and ripped clothing. He grabbed the shoulder of the man and the man turned around. What The Stick saw blew his mind – razor sharp teeth, dead black eyes, and cuts oozing green slime. He instinctively punched the man in the face.


As the man's head burst into pieces, it spread the green non-Newtonian fluid everywhere. As it hit The Stick, it began travelling up his arm and eventually enveloped him. It was melted as he put his entire body to melt what touches it.


It was absorbed into the surrounding crowd's pores though, and a group of men with the same cuts and eyes as the man that The Stick killed ran around the the corner leading away from his street. The Stick jumped on one's head and pulled it off. He threw it at each other person and killed them all.


The people who were hit with the slime's skin began bulging and got ripped. The slime oozed out of the cuts and their eyes became the same dead black the other people he'd killed today's.


They ran at him as he fled to his apartment, and trapped them all in a sphere of energy. He flung them straight at the sun and looked at his arm. He still had a sample of the green slime, so he put it under his microscope.





“Odd. It's living...”


The Stick jumped back, knocking over at least 8 boxes, because the slime had jumped towards him. He surrounded it in energy and squished it inwards so much that it spontaneously combusted.

He looked out the window to find that his entire street had been taken over by these infected people.




The Stick turned around to see a fully-suited government agent with a gas mask had gotten into his apartment.


He grabbed the agent's gun and unmasked him. He had blue eyes and resembled The Stick in almost every way other than the eyes. The Stick took the gun.


“Who are you!?”


“Rodger's the name!” said the government agent.


The Stick stepped backwards as black tendrils spread out of the agent's back. They shot forwards around The Stick and out the window, bendingdown and grabbing a non-infected civilian.


“The infection merged with me. It was created from my DNA.” said the agent, as The Stick was hit by a woman as the agent pulled her back with his tendrils. The man ripped her in half and his head fell down.His neck became huge as he dumped the woman down, then spit her bones out. He put his head back on and he began to transform into the lady.The Stick attempted to punch his/her face, but his fist was caught.


The man, now a woman, uppercut-punched The Stick in the face. The Stick was hit right through the ceiling and the wall on the floor above it.He fell down on an infected man's head and looked up as his apartment building exploded, and the woman jumped on The Stick


The Stick rolled away right before the man landed, and attempted to lock him in a field of energy, but the woman just broke out of it “what's your real name?” asked The Stick.


“Me?I don't have a name. I remember escaping a lab, though...” said the man, as The Stick quickly picked him up and began to choke him.


The Stick lost his vision as tendrils covered his body.


He blasted them away and destroyed nearly everything within a 134 mile radius, like a small nuke. The woman survived though, and fled. The Stick ran to his good old friend Mike, and discovered that he'd been infected.


He punched Mike in half and blood splattered all over The Stick. He made a huge mess in the house, and went on the computer.


“Zombie type infection brakes out from lab” searched The Stick, and he found out who the man was.


He was the infection itself. Wherever he walked, the infection followed. The Stick looked behind him and he saw the agent, now in the form of Mike.


“Hello, Rodger. I've been waiting for this moment for 11 years. Ever since my nanobot virus bonded with you, too.” said the infection.


He fired anti-nano-robotic bullets out of his chest, which The Stick blocked with an energy shield. “My powers are magic based now,haven't you heard?” said The Stick. He turned into ultimate form and the agent forced him back into his old self.


“No...”said The Stick, as he tore the flesh off of his own body. His eyes began to glow red as he transformed back into the new stick, and he threw the computer at the infection.


The Infection absorbed the computer and turned both of his arms into blades. He sliced right through The Stick's body like butter, and fell to the ground. The Infection grabbed his arm in pain as he dissolved into nothing.




The Stick had all his body parts moved when the knives appeared, but he had 1 lung and no intestines. He crawled over to the phone and called 911 as an infected citizen burst in the door. There was no answer as The Stick had been the last survivor.


The infected child ate a chunk out of The Stick's neck and he died.





The human race had been destroyed and their only hope, The Stick, had been killed.


OR NOT.


The Stick woke up in what seemed to be mid-18^th century England, in front of a gigantic mansion. The garden was well-kept and there was an AMAZING pathway. He jumped over the gates and knocked on the door.


“Who is it?” said a tall, black-haired man in a suit.


“My name is Rodger. I woke up here. I'm from Ontario, and this seems to be about 200 years before I was born.”


“My name is Micheal. It seems odd to me that you were born 200 years inthe future.I also find it uncomfortable to be speaking to a stick figure.”


“Would you like for me to change into something else?” said Rodger, changing into a human form.


“Thank you. What are you?”
“I WAS a human. Long story short, I failed at killing my self and tiny robots called nanobots got into my body and gave me awesome powers.Then a magical stick figure was trying to turn into me, so I jumped out of the window in my apartment building. My death turned me into anew version of my self, similar to him.”


“I see. Welcome!”


The Stick walked inside. The interior was absolutely GORGEOUS. He had some tea with Victoria then played an odd board game with her.


* * *


“Why isn't he dead?” asked Victoria


“He's got powers that we could use.” said Micheal.


“I want him dead. Or out of my building, at the very least!”
Sebastian told The Stick he had to leave.








The Stick was halfway out the door when he suddenly teleported back to his time, and a ton of zombies jumped on him. He smashed the heads off of them all and he looked in his pocket. He found a small bomb that said -Micheal on it, so he threw it at some zombies. A shockwave burst out and reversed all the infections and destroyedbuildings and killed people. In the process though, it undid The Stick's transportation to the past, and The Stick was laying down,cut in half with a chunk bitten out of his neck on the floor in Mike's house.




THE END