Thread:Faizan the Ninja/@comment-27464262-20160511044158

Hello Faizan, this is specially for you :P

BTW, the story is bad and incomplete!

But you must prepare yourself for the best ending ever.

Green mountains, and grey roads. A small canyon, to behold. In all of this, sat one house, sheltering one man, who's name's Faizan.

Faizan's head swung towards the window, sensing a strong presence of someone he liked. Getting up from his chair, he rushed quickly towards it. His palms were pressing hard against the fragile glass as it shook and vibrated. Because of his house structure, he couldn't see the house's door. Wasting no time, he immediately barged out of his tiny room, running as fast as could down the spiral staircase. "It's him it's him it's him!" He repeated excessively. He almost slipped, but that didn't stop him. His heart beating excitedly, he reached for the door, swinging it open. Even before seeing who the visitor was, he immediately greeted. "Bro! How are..." Faizan stopped, his emotion switched around. It wasn't who he expected.

Instead, it was a random deliverer, who's finger was inches away from ringing the doorbell. She was surprised to see the customer appear so quickly. "Hello good sir, your delivery has arrived!" said in the beautiful woman in a cheerful tone. In both Faizan's hands then rested a small, brown box. "Have a great day!" She said, ignoring the depressed Faizan, but he soon found a way to cheer him up. "Sir, are you okay?" She asked, seeing Faizan looking somewhere under her face.

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) I am so sorry please don't hurt me :(

"Uh, I was just reading your name tag, yeah." He replied. "Osmarien? Such a strange name." He thought to himself.

"Well, I'll be going now. Enjoy your delivery!" She said, proceeding to mount her bicycle. Faizan's "joy" was again short lived as he sighed, focusing his view on the woman as she pedaled away. "He was right, he ain't coming back." He said, closing the door. After walking back up the stairs in an excruciatingly slow manner, he dropped himself on his bed, looking at the ceiling above him. Eventually he got bored staring at the blank ceiling, and rolled onto his side, to see the brown box he had previously placed on his desk. He sat up and reached for the box to inspect it. Seconds away from tearing the rough paper, Faizan's head started hurting, really bad. He dropped the box, grunting loudly and massaging his head to remove the sudden pain. "It's gone, it's gone..." He said to himself, relieved that the headache had completely disappeared. Falling back to his bed, he then heard a siren. Faizan was alerted. Springing out of bed and looking out his window, he saw a glimpse of an ambulance, heading towards the same direction to where Os was pedaling.

Getting the fallen box, he immediately ran down the stairs in the same manner he did before, opening the door like it's not even there. Already looking to his right, he saw yet another glimpse of the ambulance, getting further away. He ran towards it as fast as he could, but he wasn't fast enough. Fortunately, the ambulance stopped, allowing him to catch up. Looking at it from afar, he saw a golden car, which was parked inches away from the ambulance's left side. Then, two men carrying a stretcher exited the ambulance's back door, moving their way to the vehicle's front. Faizan switched his tracks to move to the left, choosing the narrow path. He caught a glimpse of the car driver, who looked as red as blood. Faizan continued on to see what was on the opposite side of the path.

Passing through the gap between the two vehicles, Faizan saw a fallen bicycle, and beside it was Osmarien, who's motionless body was being transferred onto the stretcher. Then, Faizan turned around to the sudden sound of an opening car door. It was the driver, about to exit his car. At first, Faizan was afraid. Remembering what he glimpsed, he thought the driver would be bloody, but it turned out he was skin was red itself. "Oh nu wat hapen." The driver asked. Faizan only stared at his red skin, unusual body structure and horrible grammar.

Far in the distance was a silent sound of more sirens, but it gradually grew to be louder than ever. "Teh cops r hre, I gu to me hideout." The driver said. Both him and his car suddenly vanished into thin air. Faizan wasn't even able to react to the astonishing moment that just happened, since the cops arrived at the scene. Shortly after the police car stopped, two cops came out. "What's going on here?" One of the cops asked. He wasn't able to say anything after, since his mouth was preoccupied by a donut. "Hey, you there, are you a witness?" The second cop asked, approaching Faizan. "Uh, no, I mean, yes." Faizan suttered. "Good, follow us." The cop said, signaling Faizan. "Wait wait, I'm actually a relative." He lied. "Oh, is that so? Alright, we will escort you to the hospital." Said the same cop.

They were only seconds away from the hospital, and this is when Faizan thought to himself, "Why am I here? I don't even know who she is." He buried his face in his hands, thinking if he made the right choice or not. Suddenly, the car stopped, almost making Faizan launch forward. Fortunately, he reacted quick enough to stop himself. Still recovering from the suddenness of the stop, two knocks were heard from the window beside him. Faizan looked to see who knocked, and right after, he exited the car. Outside of the car, to Faizan's left, was the ambulance, being opened to reveal Osmarien, who was still in the exact same position. Faizan followed the two men, who rushed Os into the emergency room.

It was now midnight, the giant moon showed brightly in the sky. At least not for Faizan, who decided to sleep beside the stranger in a coma. In this peaceful time, Faizan, who was a second away from sleep, heard a bicycle, smoothing gliding around. For some reason, it sounded like it was right outside the room, inside the building. It sounded so calming to him, but chilling at the same time. Curiosity overtook him as he stood up, and started getting closer and closer to the repeating sounds of bicycle bells. As he hesitantly reached his hand on the knob, slowly twisted it, and dramatically opened the door, he was in shock, he saw a-

"What? What did he see?" A 3yr old asked. "Sorry, I have to go." Elijah said, as he stood up from his chair and went passed the unsatisfied baby. As soon as the master storyteller left the room, a 3yr old grabbed the "History of the Ninja" book and began reading it himself. "He actually just saw a bicycle and and after riding it, it drove him to a secret organization? What nonsense!" He complained as he sped through the pages, reciting "Eenie, Minnie, Miny, Moe" until he stopped at a random page, and began reading from there.

"Why am I here? Who are you?" Faizan asked, staring at the black suited man sitting on the opposite side of the table. "It's best if you don't know who I am." The man smiled as he stood up. "You have an ability, an ability to sense things." The man walked around the table, resting in the center of a small, white room. "I, I don't understand what your talking about..." Faizan was confused, until he realized, the sense he got in the start, the headache that predicted the ambulance, the reason why he followed Os. The man's smile grew even wider, as if he read Faizan's mind.

Then Faizan was recruited to be a ninja and he went through extensive training also he got a boyfriend but they just bash each other since they don't want to confess their love to each other the end.

Best ending  