AKKF vs. KKF

AKKF vs. KFF

Story information
Genre	Action and Adventure
Form	First person, perspective changes
Antagonist	Kim Karkrashian and her followers

AKKF vs. KKF tells about the emotions of several members and even those related to members of the two groups, the Anti-Kim Karkrashian Followers and Kim Karkrashian Followers and the trouble, mayhem, and even havoc that ensues between the enemies. Join characters such as Lilac Rose, Anne Yeager, Charlotte, Tyrone, and even Kim Karkrashian herself in the insane and seemingly never-ending combat between good and evil.

Prologue

Up high in the sky in a violet jet, a woman sat, glancing out of a window. Her sister who was just feet away walked over to her holding a cold glass of milk. The woman turned to her sister, her two-tone brunette to gold hair glinting in the sunrise from the window. She stopped and looked at the vibrant explosion of pink and orange from behind the clouds as the sun rose over the horizon before and handing her the milk.

"Good morning, Kolette. Did Charlotte take out the trash, yet?" The ombre-haired woman inquired, sitting next to her sister on the faux, violet-dyed satin seat. Kolette sighed and put her hand on her flipper. "Yes, the teenage boy is dead. I don't see how they do it, though. I don't know how we do it. We must be very good at what we do to get chicks to become heartless murderers so... easily, Kait." She took the glass of milk with her empty flipper and sipped it with a grim expression on her face.

"Kole, we're doing this for Kim, not ourselves. This is for Kim. Even if Kim does succeed in her plot of taking over the universe, we'll still have power! Power, Kole. We need to crush all of our enemies, even the youngsters." She gingerly put a flipper on her sister's shoulder. "It'll all be over soon, and the rewards will be great." With another weighty sigh, Kolette leaned over and hugged her sister tight. It'll all be over soon... Kolette thought to herself. It'll all be over soon...

She knew this was all for her sister. She knew this wasn't the first time lives were lost for the sake of the KKF. But this boy, he had a family, a healthy relationship, friends, a life, a good reputation, all down the drain. Kolette understood that sometimes trees had to be cut to plant new ones, but sometimes she felt bad for the trees. A little annoyed with Kaitlin for being so nonchalant, Kolette pulled out of the hug and finished sipping her milk, her head spinning with thoughts of dying teenagers and trees being cut and replaced with new, ugly trees.

Kolette's thoughts were interrupted when she heard the raspy and irritated voice of Charlotte muttering to herself stepping inside the jet. We've landed already? she thought to herself, leaning her head out of the booth she was in past Kaitlin to the entryway where Charlotte stomped in. Kaitlin could hardly stifle her laughter as she noticed Charlotte's antennae were fried right off the top of her head. She almost giggled until she looked to Charlotte's back as she walked past them, her violet sheathe caked with blood.

Kolette's face went pale as she turned back to the window and sipped her glass. To her dismay, it was empty; white droplets of liquid left inside the cup. She sighed and put my flippers on her lap and leaned her head on the bullet-proof glass window. It'll all be over soon... but when? Kolette looked outside at the trees, imagining them falling down. Imagining hideous and grotesque trees replacing them, burning their corpse. She wished the government would just simply let Kim take over then this wouldn't have to happen!

"Kaitlin," she shakily started, still looking out the window at the sun, now high in the sky. "When will this end?"

Chapter One

Melancholy: Remembering

John was dead.

I looked down at the ground at the limp, brown body lying in the snow. It had his coat and everything. Right through it's stomach, a hole. A thin, cleverly placed hole. Rushed, even. Apparently I was too late to stop his attacker. I stared blankly at the corpse, my son's corpse, putting my flippers into my pants pockets. So my son was dead. Oh. Not sure why, I knelt down, checking his pulse. With a wound like that, there's no way he'd survive. Ever. Judging by the way it looked, it had been around 40 minutes since his death. I walked over to the nearest building and leaned on it, averting my eyes from my deceased son's body.

"Who would even..." I thought aloud, closing my eyes and crossing my arms over my chest, feeling my heart rate increase rapidly. My son was dead. My son was killed. Just let that sink in, Melancholy. Your son was assassinated. My son is dead. Groaning as I felt a headache coming on, I sat there, against the abandoned building shoving realization and acceptance into my mind. Johnathan Rose is gone and he's never coming back because he's dead.

I turned and looked over near his body. Two small antennae bulbs lay smoking and singed on the ground. I looked at the ashes, my black pupils dilating.

A saber burn.

I looked at the antennae bulbs more closely as the thought suddenly dawned on me,

A pookie.

I felt like screaming at the voice in my head, screaming at the calm little Melancholy inside my mind who was completely careless to the fact that his host's son just died. I forced my eyes open and swerved my head over to the body which I had previously been acting as if it were nonexistent. "Playtime's over, Melancholy, Johnathan is dead. You raised him so well but he's dead now because he couldn't defend himself against a pookie.

I laughed extremely loudly, almost a guffaw, something I rarely ever do. Johnathan could fight entire hordes of drones, he could beat everyone in saber-fighting tournaments up to the worldwide tourney, but he couldn't defend himself from a pookie? I leaned against the building once more, trying to keep myself from falling down out of the sheer stupidity of it all. Alright, Melancholy, you've successfully gone off the deep end, I heard little Mel say, the voice inside of my head. I wasn't done laughing yet. Tears streamed down my face onto the ground. I didn't know if they were from sadness or whimsy, but who cared, I didn't.

My son was dead and I was uncharacteristically laughing myself to death. My stomach ached and I knew this wasn't healthy but I couldn't stop. I was going to die of laughter right by my son and we would be together. The KKF would've taken two lives at once, a win-win for them. They'd take the life of a son and a father. Oh, how glad they'd be. Kim would be so pleased. Melancholy Rose, the emotionless, the unstoppable, Mr. Blank, conquered by the KKF. Side by side with his son, lifeless in the snow.

My chortles were silent then, just awkward and shuddering breaths as I sat down, cradling myself against the wall, my eyes shut once more, accepting the death of my child. Lilac... I thought. Lilac wouldn't be able to deal with this. But she would have to. She would need to. Even if she came out here and found my dead and suffocating body right here against this wall, she'd have to deal with it. My lungs felt like deflated balloons as I had finally stopped laughing at sat down beside the wall, sobbing.

The KKF had taken my son and is going to find me. Me all dressed up in this tuxedo, dressed for the occasion to be murdered.

Oh, Melancholy, what am I gonna do with you? The voice in my head sighed. "I don't know," I replied to the figment of my imagination between sobs. "I just don't know."

Pal: Charl and The Real Me

I didn't even have to glance up from the game I was playing to know Charlotte was back. I heard her dumb voice mumbling under her breath something about her antennae but I couldn't care less about some Mwa-Mwa's accessory issues. I was too sucked into my game to let something like that matter. "Pal!" she angrily yelled, and kicked me off my couch, sitting where I was. From the pain in my rib-cage which she just savagely assaulted with her foot, my heart dropped as I saw the aliens swarm towards my penguin on the game. The words GAME OVER flashed in red on the screen. "Dangit Charl," I scowled, holding my chest where she kicked it. I quickly recoiled my flippers— where she kicked me on my hoodie was a smear of blood!

"Dangit, Charl!" I repeated louder, even more annoyed and grossed out. "What the heck were you out there doin'?!" She kicked off her pink ballet slippers ironically (since the diva didn't even take ballet), getting red smudges on my Christmas-colored rug.

"I took out da twash, doofus! What else would I'ah be out doing?" She spat coldly. I could tell she was ticked since the first thing she did after takin' off her shoes was pull off her feather boa and pull it against itself, as if she was stranglin' the poor life outta it. I knew what she meant by trash, she carried out an assassination. I hated that they kept me inside almost twenty-four seven, I had so much murderin' potential. I could snipe a group of enemies in seconds.

"S'yeah, but what gave yous da big idea to push me outta my couch? My couch?" I retorted after a bit of lying there, only for Charlie to tug on her boa even harder. I was just 'bout scared she'd tear the thing apart. Waita minute, why the heck was Eloise just sitting there s'if nothin' were goin' on? I guess it was normal since the girl was always up in her screwed up head, talkin' to things that wasn't there and sometimes starin' daggers into walls and stuff, real creepy stuff.

And that bear. I'm done with the bear. I picked up that cursed thing while she was a-sleeping and it was like I blacked out, 'cept when I woke up, the wall had nothing but writing on it. Nothing I could understand, at least. But one thing fo' sure, I know I did it. Eloise woke up and she was thrown off. I think the crazy wacko knew what it meant! Anyway, while Charl was tearin' up her poor li'l boa on my couch, I stood up and stretched my poor back. That girl is always abusin' me.

I got up and stepped out of that stupid little pastel room, I couldn't take being in there with two idiots.

"Kait? Kole?" I called out in the hallway of the jet. I heard Kole sluggishly come outta the curtains of her booth.

"Kait's sleep, what do you want, scamp?" For the first time in what seemed like forever, Kolette's normally gorgeous and curly hair was unkempt and seemingly tangled. She wasn't in her normal morning outfit, just her violet bathrobe. I was taken aback. I loved them both sure, 'cuz they was like my moms! They took care of me when my true mom couldn'ta, thanks to Kim. I liked my old life though, but this is what I'm stuck with now. "Oh, forget that. You alright?" I tilted my head, looking up to the brown-haired lady.

Kole leaned against the wall and gave me a crooked smile. "I'm fine, boo, it's just you rang for me. I'm all good, just a little bit stressed." Suddenly, I felt awkward and embarrassed of my weird and jagged accent and broken grammar. "Nothin's wrong, I was just a bit hungry. Charl kicked me in my side, d'ough." I replied, trying to shovel my voice down with something less intimidating. I knew I couldn't scare Kait or Kole, but I still liked to be polite to my "parents."

"Me and Kait can work you up breakfast, if you like. I'll get her up." As she turned around she jumped, rememberin' somefin. "Wait here, Pal." She shuffled down the hall and reached into a basket pulling out a white Penguin Band t-shirt. I would've scowled and declined if it were anyone other than Kait or Kole, because those guys suck. "I appreciate it, Kole." I said, gratefully holdin' the shirt.

"Don't mention it. I'll wake up lazybones over there, you'll get your food in no time, P." She smiled at me again and walked down the hallway into Kait's booth. Kole was an okay gal. I turned to the washroom, ready to put on this stupid shirt. I thought back to Charl's attitude and the "trash" that was taken out. I realized she had offed Johnathan Rose, one of the more known members of the AKKF. His death would not go unnoticed. I bit my lip thinkin' about his dad and his mom, two of the best saber-fighters in the USA, no— the world.

Oh. I pulled off my bloody hoodie, my scarf lying on the ground next to it. I pulled on the t-shirt and put the scarf back on, letting the thought settle in.

Oh.

Mcdonalds: Newsflash

How could this be? A death?

A death in my own city? I laughed. I mean, he just went there for a hockey game, but a death? This isn't supposed to happen. Not in the most supervised parts of the street. All I know was who died.

"Johnathan Rose"

The smile slipped away from my face.

How could this be? One of the best agents in this whole state, and one of the friends of McDonalds City? Would this mean one of the most trusted agent's family will cease out? Let's hope not. Luckily, Melancholy had another son, Jonathan. Jonathan is older than Johnathan. 20 years, actually. He lives here in Mcdonalds city. And that is where Johnathan, faithful Johnathan Rose, had died.

Today was his funeral day, faith slipping from my hands. It would start early, at around 11 AM. In the Houseway National Church, just a few miles where Jonathan had died, near the Houseway-Bowling Green Street Plaza. All that I saw was Melancholy, looking much more grim and mature then he used to in the church. Anne, tears dripping down her face. And all of my friends near Houseway Street. It looks like all of the street has come to see this. Just then, we saw that some penguins move Johnathan's body, it looked like it would go to South Pole City.

So I went to South Pole, and mourned for 11 days.

Just 3 days before I left South Pole, and 6 days after I mourned, at a nearby Snowbucks from South Pole University, I saw someone spread rumors. It was a female. It was the Anne girl. So I went up to her, and said. "Come on. Go on now. Don't go off in a lazy bum!" She smiled. But that was the only smile I saw of her, as everytime I saw her, she never smiled.