Relentless

Hey everyone, me and alter have started a band!
Its called relentless. In these videos, enjoy me
and alter messing up alot, and finally getting our one song right!!

This is just a rough draft, im the one playing the keyboard, so you see me the most in these vids.



Okay, this time was a bit better, but i had to argue with alter for him to get his guitar, and play, but we ended up just me playing the keyboard and singing.



A little better, argueing wit my friends first, then i start singing first, then alter pops his head in and sings also


This one sucked... my friends were being (cencored) and then when we finally started, my friend kicked alter while he sang his part resulting in a hilarious mess up!!!!!

Finally!! Even though my friends, and my sister (thats the girl who called, and i left to slam the door) interrupted, we made it happen! Woohooo still a draft, but by far the best one

Next Chapt. of my book!!

Thanks for the feedback, ive been working hard to complete the first chapter!!!

Chapter One- The Explosion

I guess I should start off this story telling you my name, my situations, and how I’m on some sort of quest to save the world, or reach inner justice. I could tell you, but I’d be lying. I’m not a normal kid, who happens to be dragged into a fanciful journey with dragons, wizards, or beautiful princesses. I’m most definitely NOT a hero. You could even go so far as to say I’m the villain. But since I’ve got your attention, let me tell you about myself.
I go by many names, probably because I don’t remember my original one. I have been known as, The Shadow, Reaper, Havoc, The Plague, EL Muerte. Nowadays, people in the U.S. simply call me Scourge, meaning, death, destruction, confusion, pain. Most people though, call me AAAAAGHHHHH, since that’s all they get to say before I take them out. You’re probably thinking, hey, why is everyone in America scared of a teenage boy? What a good question. If you were reading the first paragraph like you should have, you would know im not exactly normal. You see, I am a DEMIN. But I’m getting ahead of myself. I’ll talk about DEMINS later. The reason I kill, or hurt, is because I am a bounty hunter, mercenary, assassin. Now, you, the ultra-inquisitive reader is probably asking, if I’m so powerful as to strike fear into the hearts of grown people everywhere, why do I need money, or even a job like this? Well, Mr. Twenty Questions, the answer is because I get bored. Yes, call me crazy, but when you have ultra destructive powers, you tend to want to do ultra destructive things. I don’t kill for fun, but I enjoy a good fight. Also, I fight to keep my family safe. Not my real, human family, but a group of DEMINs that I stay with. I guess family isn’t a good word, its more like a gang. But its not like we go around doing gang-like things, like robberies, drive by’s, or anything. Our only purpose is to survive, and we use the money I make to buy sweet stuff like t.v,s video games, and other crap. You see, there are thousands, maybe hundreds of thousands of DEMINs out there, and many of them are hostile. If you are a DEMIN, you have to constantly worry about others like you attacking you, stealing your territory and possetions, or even killing you. You see, DEMINs are the governments pet name for mutants, accidents, monsters. DEMINS have special abilities, and strengths, as well as weaknesses. All demins were the result of a huge explosion at a genetic enhancement facility. A few years back, the military perfected the art of genetic enhancement for soldiers, you know, make them like captain America and such. But it wasn’t popular with the people, especially not the AGENTs. AGENTS stands for Anti-Genetic-enhancement and-Neurotic-tampering-society. They were extreme protestors, and often started riots. Well, one day, they were protesting outside the largest Genetic Enhancement factory in America. Then some genious thought it would be a good idea to throw a stick of dynamite in the factory, as an act of defiance towards the government. Well, as you probably know from watching violent cartoons, dynamite, plus flammable factory material, equals mushroom cloud. And it did. But for some reason, the reaction released a virus into the air. Me and a bunch of other people were hanging out behind the factory, when the explosion happened. We were playing football, and the ball was kicked over the fence into the factory. I volunteered to go get it. I curse myself for going in there. Right as I hopped the gate, a huge explosion rocked everything. Before I knew it, the skin on my right arm was vaporized, as well as the muscles and tendons. Then the virus saved me. It’s a pretty curious thing, the virus. Supposedly it only passes to kids and teens, because they have the most hormone levels, which the virus feeds off of. Side effects of the virus result in special abilities. This virus isn’t from our planet, some scientists say. Others say it was produced when the radiation from the genetic mutation experiment reacted with chemicals in the air or something. But as soon as the explosion hit, I was lying face down, in a pile of debris. Most of the bones in my body were broken, I was badly burned. The worst part, was that my right arm was nothing but gleaming white bone. The virus took over however, and it seemed the world was turned upside down. All the colors formed a kaleidoscope in my mind, everything warping into an array of chaos and confusion. Then everything was calm, and black. After I woke up, everything was different. I could sense things that weren’t there, like another part of the universe just appeared to me. In a way, it did. Apparently, the virus gave me the ability to mold, see, and utilize the properties of dark matter. It’s all around us, just impossible to detect, and even more impossible to touch. But not for me. Using dark matter, I was able to patch myself us, hardening my bones, strengthening my muscles. I was able to piece my right arm together, despite the fact that the skin and muscle was long gone. Many other kids got different abilities, but none were known to have the same as mine. And that’s about it. That’s how I became a monster.

My book

Okay everyone, here is the first little bit of my book, i will post the rest if i get good feedback.

The heat haze warped the vision of the soldiers as the scorching desert winds swept the sands. The soldiers were disappointed. They were armed to the teeth, and ready to fight an army, yet one lone figure loomed across the distance.

Whats’s the point of all this again, asked one of the new recruits.

The highest ranking official replied. “We need to eliminate the target”.

“What target? That kid walking towards us”?

Kid?! Wait a second… the seargant took out his scope and took a closer look at the black clad figure striding calmly towards them. He put the scoped down with a look of anger on his face, and cursed under his breath.

“How the heck could the send us in like this! It’s a suicide mission!”

“whadda mean, sarge? We have tanks, and miniguns. How is one unarmed kid gunna stand a ch---

He didn’t get the chance to finish his sentence. Half a Humvee flew into him at 100 miles per hour, pummeling him into the dirt. The seargent cursed again.

“Fire at will”, yelled the seargent, and the muzzle flashes of 50 AK-47s lit up the night sky. Another humvee exploded, and chunks of car parts injured a few men. Then there was a blur of black, and the afterimage of a black clad figure, and the seargent was hurtling through the air, the wind knocked out of him. The Soldiers didn’t even bother to aim their guns, they simple shot at whatever moved. Suddenly there was a deafening roar, and another explosion, sending several men flying. The figure, now visible stood in the midst of the excitement. He was young, about 15, at most, dressed all in black. He wore a leather jacket over a battered T-Shirt, which was weird for the fact that they were in a desert. He had a sword on his back; it appeared to be a white Japanese katana. The boy spoke.

“Where is T.A.L.O.N HQ?”

One of the new recruits spat at his feet, and kicked the coarse white sand into the boys face.

“As if we’d tell you, you stupid runt! I don’t know what kind of technology you have, but you don’t stand a chance against this task force! In case you didn’t know, we’re GENES. You have no hope of defeating us!”

The soldier scowled, then sprinted forward towards the boy, kicking up dusty white sand as he went. He thrusted the bayonet on his AK-47 at the boy. Ducking, the boy averted the blow, then countered with a bone jarring uppercut that lifted the soldier off his feet. Once on the ground, the boy delivered a painful punch to the throat of the soldier, who began writhing on the floor, ruby red blood flowing from his mouth. Two more soldiers opened fire, the sound of machine gun fire filling the air. The boy promptly raised his hand, as if to shield himself, and the air warped in front of him, the bullets stopped in midair. He then flicked his wrist, and a shockwave knocked all the men off their feet, reeling into the dunes. There were shouts of “GET IM’”, and “ATTACK”, as all the soldiers rushed the boy. Drawing his sword, the black figure became a blur as he hacked his way through most of the soldiers. The sand was porous with blood, as he impaled an incoming soldier in the ribcage, staining the ground red. He then let go of the sword, spun around and delivered a bone cracking roundhouse kick to the head of another unfortunate victim. As that man fell to the floor, he drew the sword out of his last victim, and thrust it under another soldier’s chin, and then slashing him across the face. Suddenly, a soldier drew his knife and snuck up behind the boy, who was locked in combat with another person. Just as he was about to strike, the boys shadow seemed to grow out of the ground. To call it black was an understatement. The thing that emerged from the ground was a perfect silhouette of the boy, that looked like it wasn’t just black, but simply devoid of light altogether. It grabbed the mans arm, and wrenched the knife from his hand. Then, as if it hand a mind of it’s own, it leaped over the man’s head, and embedded the knife into his back. Without warning, there was a dull thud, and the boy was hurtling through the air. It appeared that the squad wasn’t entirely stupid, and had managed to hit the boy with an artillery shell in the back.

“Move, move, move!”, yelled the Sergeant. All the soldiers surrounded the dune that the boy was buried in. Only his tattered jacket was left, lying on the floor in front of the dune, blown to shreds. Brandishing AK-47s, the soldiers inspected the dune. There was a dull thud, then another.

What the hell? asked the sergeant. Suddenly, an arm protruded from the sand. This was no normal arm however. This arm was devoid of skin, lacking muscle or tendons. It was completely, and utterly made of bone. It gleamed in the moonlight, as it extended from the earth.

Looks like he’s done, said a soldier in a confident voice.

Get back, muttered the Sergeant.

The remaining soldiers didn’t get a chance to ask why, as the boy rocketed out of the sand, ripping a soldier in half with his skeletal arm. He stood up straight, using his shadow to deflect the oncoming bullets of the AK-47’s. He was a truly frightening sight. With his jacket gone, his arms were visible. His left arm was completely fine. His right arm made only of bone, flexing his fingers.

“You all are lucky, he said. Most of my victims aren’t fortunate enough to live long enough to witness my right arm”. His voice was as dark as night itself, only made less frightening by the fact that it was being broken due to the boy’s age at around 15. His skin was a brown color, barely visible in the unlit night sky. He then raised his right arm, and all the men were lifted about 10 feet into the air.

Now, said the boy. Your luck has run out. I will ask one time, and one time only. Where is Talon HQ?

Have it your way, then. The boy snapped his fingers and all the soldiers fell to the floor, with a sickening cracking sound as all their necks were simultaneously broken.