Post by ivankira on Aug 11, 2009 1:48:00 GMT 8
The street lights shone dimly.
It was a full moon tonight. The moon out-shined all the other stars...
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"Please STOP shouting!"
"NO! I SHOUT AS I PLEASE. YOU DON'T EVEN TRY TO UNDERSTAND WHAT I AM GOING THROUGH..."
"ENOUGH!"
"BANG"
Steve slammed his hand on the table with such a force that made all the plates on the dining table jump slightly. He got up and turned away from the dining table.
"You... You dare to talk to me in THAT tone!? Turn around and FACE ME!!!"
"I said, 'enough', can't you just let the family have dinner in peace?"
"YOU CALL THIS A FAMILY?! Where is your daughter?! Out with her lesbian partner? She chooses that SLUT over the family? And this son of yours. He has been SO REBELLIOUS lately! All because of YOU! YOU HAVEN'T BEEN GIVING THEM ENOUGH ATTENTION!!!
"..."
No dad... Its not your fault... I know you're busy with work... Mum's over-reacting, making a mountain out of a molehill as always...
"I repeat. TURN AROUND AND FACE ME!!"
*Grrrng* The sound of a chair being pushed on the ground came from the direction of a 17 year old teen.
He stood up, head looking at his unfinished plate of rice.
"Son, just... Try to carry on eating, you can't keep yourself full by eating so little..."
*Plip* A single teardrop fell right into a bowl of soup.
He turned around and ran back into his room, slamming the door shut. The boy took off his clothes, put on his usual white shirt with a chibi-"Hitsugaya" print on the front, and his training long-pants. He randomly picked a pair of white ankle socks from his drawer, and put on his training shoes along with them as well. Last but not least, he picked up his black gloves from his study table. He slid his hand in, looked at his revealed fingers and wiped the tears from his face away with them.
Then, he opened his sliding cupboard.
There hung separately from any other clothing, was a beautiful, mid-night black long-sleeved long coat. It was a present from his dad for his 16th birthday. He treasured it with all his heart, it was the only thing that made him feel close to his dad, even when they are miles apart.
He donned it upon himself, tightening the belt, to prevent the insides of the coat from being revealed; for he had hidden 6 kitchen knives within. He had decided about a week ago, to leave the home if anything got worse than what the situation was last week.
Tonight, was the night he had to do so. He slung his compact backpack over his shoulder, opened his room door and made a dash for the main door, passing by the dinning table.
"Son! No! Please! Don't leave the home!"
*Click! Click* Went the lock of the door.
He pulled it open , and swiveled on the spot to face his dad.
"I'm sorry dad. I'm sorry. Please forgive me..."
His dad, upon seeing that pair of red swollen eyes and the tears that have ran across the same path over and over again on his son's cheeks, could not do anything.
He closed the door, and turned to face the low wall of the void deck of the 4th floor. He jumped up onto it, and then off it.
The wind sped past his body as gravity acted upon him.
I will land slowly, softly, silently... I will... I will...
With a light "pfft", his was on the 1st floor, in a semi kneeling position. He looked up, his tears that were drying up reflected the moonshine. He ran and ran...
He kept running and running...
From reality... From emotions... From it all...
After what seemed like an eternity, he stopped to catch his breath. Placing his hands on a lamp post and bending over. As he heaved, he felt the chilly air rushing in and out of his chest.
It started drizzling slightly.
All of a sudden, he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around to face, a whole mob of gangsters.
"Hey lil' kid. Wad'cha doing on my street? You need to pay for using my lamp post you know... Heh..."
The biggest gangster of them all, possibly the ring-leader, sneered at him.
The gangster's biceps were about the size of his own head. Threatening indeed.
Holy effing son of a bloody fagg*t b*tch! knnbccbxpxbbpbb (this is a string of dialect rude words which i am too lazy to type out xD)!! Fudge this!!! What's with my effed up luck in my downright effing shitty life...
The rest of the mob surrounded him.
He remained silent. The mob started to murmur amongst themselves. The ring-leader was not satisfied with silence for an answer.
"HOI! Puny-boy! I'm talking to you!"
That broke the last straw. Already clouded by the madness occurring at his home, being called 'puny' was like adding fuel to the fire. He was tired, cold, hungry. And what's more, he wanted to do something to vent out all his angst, his emotions, his nightmares; his everything. Now, it seemed like the greatest chance.
Let's see what he'll do...
He carried on remaining silent, back leaning on the lamp-post and resting one of his legs on it as well. He stared right back at the ring-leader in the eyes.
"Wadda heck. Pummel him boys!" The ring-leader ordered.
Instantly, the mob around him closed in. 5 of them jumped right at him, with wooden clubs and baseball bats raised high above his heads.
I will jump, as high as the birds can fly. I will... I will..."
He jumped up high and grabbed onto the lamp-post, hanging from it like a monkey hanging from a branch on a tree. Putting his right-hand into his coat, he drew out a knife, fitting snugly and firmly into the pocket of his glove.
"Get down here! You pesky, tiny idiot!" One of the mobsters hollered at him.
He eyed that gangster, and smiled, almost consumed by his sadistic emotions.
"You'll be the first..."
He lunged right up into the sky, everyone looked at him blend into the night sky, only to be revealed when he went past the bright moon. By then, he was landing at such as speed whereby no one could react.
His arms were spread out at his sides, his coat trailed above him... The eagle had made its decent.
The heels of his feet came into contact of the gangster's forehead. With a sharp crack, the gangster's neck seemed to be in a rather awkward angle. He landed softly on the ground, while the gangster dropped to the group with a loud "thud".
The other gangsters were taken aback.
"HOW DARE YOU!! RRRAAHHHH!!!" One of them screamed and charged at him, ready to fling the baseball bat onto his head.
He readied his footing and smiled to himself again...
You shall finally draw human blood... My dear...
The knife shone brightly in the moonlight.
"RRAAAHHHH!!!!" The gangster exclaimed as the baseball bat was flung downwards. He sidestepped to the left with ease and grace, raising up his right-hand and running the knife along the gangster's throat.
The blood dripped from the dagger onto the ground, and more was being split from the gangster's split throat.
"Who's next?" He said, looking right at the ring-leader, as if taunting the ring-leader to challenge himself.
This time, an axe-wielding mobster walked right up to him, and two others with broken glass bottles came up from behind him.
He smirked to himself again.
Too easy... This is just going to be too easy...
Without warning, the three of them charged at him.
He twisted his upper body to the left a little, bent down and simultaneously swept his upper body to the right. Together with the momentum, his outstretched right leg swept across the ground with only the tip of his shoes touching it.
"Whaaa?!?"
One by one, the three men were tripped over, as he completed turning a full circle. He walked above one of the gangsters on the floor with the broken glass bottle. He placed his right heel at the base of his neck, and his left foot right along the gangster's face.
With a swift clockwise turn, another sharp "crack" could be heard clearly, echoing into the nearby alleys.
Upon seeing what happened to their partner, the other two gangsters on the ground tried to get up as quickly as they could. However, he jumped right onto the back of one of them, forcing him to taste the dirt on the ground again, and lunged at the axe-wielding gangster.
*Clang!!*
His knife came into contact with the gangster's axe.
He stared right into the eyes of the gangster. The eyes he saw reflected fear, powerless, submission into his own. Then, in another instant, he saw something else. A silhouette of a man, getting larger, holding a sharp object high up...
"Try harder..."
He said out loud, as he pushed the axe-wielding back with his left hand right on the chest, giving him enough backward force for him to jump up and back. The moment his both legs left the ground, his two feet were bent and stuck together. He exerted a dual kick squarely onto the heart area of the chest of back-stabbing gangster, after which he fell gently on his sides by using his hands to break the fall. The gangster staggered back quite a few steps and grimaced as he clutched his chest, trying very hard to breathe properly.
The axe-wielding gangster ran up to him again, bringing his axe down to where his head was. He rolled away quickly, facing the night sky, he swung up both his legs up high and way behind his head, followed by his hand positioned right beside his head, he pushed himself upwards. From the ground, he flung himself a full 130 degrees to the ground into the air, letting the gangster taste how the soles of his shoes were like.
Straitening his legs even more fully, he exerted even more force, pushing himself forward into a front roll. As he stood up, he turned around and noticed that the axe-wielding gangster was on the ground, spitting out a bloodied tooth. In a rage, the gangster flung the axe in his hand right at him.
Oh shit. Whaddafak.
He knew he would get hit, no matter what he did. The best possible case for him was to throw himself completely to the left and to attain a cut. The axe sliced at the wind with amazing speed. Whirling at him, about to amputate his left arm. He retracted his left arm quickly, but it was still too late, just as he predicted. The axe sliced off his left glove, and left a cut right on the back of his left hand.
The blood trickled from his cut. It shined in the moonlight. He hated the smell of blood. That smell of iron, it just made him feel even more irritable. He stared back at the gangster fiercely. The gangster was still smirking back at him, feeling a sense of great success that he had landed the first cut on him.
What a mockery...
Not wanting to waste anymore time on the small fry, he pulled out a dagger from his coat with his left hand, holding it along the plane of his arm, with his thumb and index finger. With a quick fling of his left hand, and letting the knife slide out of his grasp, it flew right at the gangster's face.
"ARRRGGGHHH!!!!!"
A scream echoed through the streets. The gangster clutched the face now covered in blood, originating from the left eye. The back of the handle of the knife replaced what he could see of the gangster's left eye from his point of view.
"My cut on my left hand... For a cut on your left eye... A new phrase? An eye for a cut. Pretty worth for a scum of the society like you eh?"
He said out lout, with a huge tinge of sadistic thoughts and revenge laced all over his words.
"ENOUGH!" Roared the ring-leader.
"No one else will get hurt anymore." The ring-leader ordered his gang. " And you, pea head, get ready to leave in an ambulance..."
"Yea, of course I will. It'll be an ambulance alright... With me in the driving seat, sending YOU, at the back, to the A&E department." He retorted.
The ring-leader was taken aback. Staring at him with eyes opened wide and in disbelief. He was hardly half the ring-leader's side, how could he be so confident? Besides, his words and actions have stung the ring-leader's pride. The ring-leader ordered:
"Someone get me my butcher. Its time to teach this bean to know his place..."
Within 15 seconds, one of the ring-leader's subordinates brought to him a huge sword - more like a large rectangular sheet of metal, with uneven jagged edges on one side, that are not exactly very sharp and a flat blunt side, with a long handle attached.
"You ready to taste your own blood?"
The ring-leader smirked at him, raising that mammoth sword up easily with just one hand, and resting it with the back of its blade on his shoulder.
"How about I taste your blood?" He said, smiling back calmly at the ring-leader.
The ring-leader had enough. The humiliation suffered in the ring-leader's entire life was incomparable to the humiliation in just this night alone. Lowering the sword down to the side, the ring-leader charged straight at him.
The behemoth blade was swung up from his left, aiming for his head. He avoided it by simply hopping back a little and bending back slightly. The sword then returned, from above him, about to butcher him into half.
He sidestepped to the left a little and turned himself to face the blade. It missed him only by less than an inch from his nose, smashing into the ground with a loud "clang", and leaving a rather huge marking on the ground.
Instantly, he jumped with his right leg onto the back of the blade. The moment his left foot touched it, he used the strength from his ankle to propel him a little higher. His shoulders were flung in an anti-clockwise direction, his waist guiding the rest of his body and his right leg was raised high to his shoulder level. With a loud "PIAK", his right leg was brought down with an amazing speed, the sole of his right foot slapped the ring-leader's left cheek. Head tilted diagonally down to the right, saliva was forced out of the ring-leader's mouth.
He continued turning mid-air and landed on both his feet, still facing the ring-leader, who was staggering to the right, stunned by what had just happened. A trickle of blood oozed out from inside the ring-leader's mouth. The ring-leader's left cheek was glowing bright red, from both the humiliation and damaged capillaries. The ring-leader got back a good footing and wiped away the blood with a sleeve, staring daggers right back at him, unwilling to concede.
There was a lot of murmuring from the mob. The ring-leader raised a hand for silence and said:
"You know wad kid? I've been goin' easy on you... You'd betta watch out for what's comin' NEXT!!!"
The sword was lifted up, with front of the blade aligned to his nose.
The whole mob instantly turned around to show their backs to the ring-leader.
Huh? What's going on?
"Release!
Demons from beneath,
Raid the air humans breathe.
Take this scum away from my sight,
And you can do what you think is right.
Rip, tear, kill.
The torture and pain so real.
Come forth on my command,
And you shall get your meal!"
From the blade, dark crimson blood oozed out mysteriously from everywhere. Slowly, but surely, before they drip to the ground, they evaporate. Forming a dark red mist, having multiple rather distinct humanoid features.
Though he may not know much about magic, he knew that this was not something good. From the incantation to summon this dark power, and from the reaction of the rest of the mob. He could tell that setting his eyes upon the blade would mark his death.
The dark-crimson mist stealthily slithered through the air, and up into the sky. At about 4 meters from the ground, they turned back to look at him right in the eye.
Now what in the world am I supposed to freaking do.
Without warning, the mist-demons sliced through the air, aiming straight for him. His pupils dilated. He knew he was in quite a dire situation. For once, he started to panic in this battle.
He immediately took 3 steps towards the ring-leader. Moving his body along with each step, alternating his strides, front, back, front. On the last step, he swooped down low, from his right to his left. And with a great effort, he jumped up, twisting himself like a corkscrew, performing a "butterfly 360". The mist-demons streaked past him from his above and below. Barely missing him. They all crashed into the ground, dispersing into a larger mist, before re-condensing back into their previous forms.
He had no time to lose. These freaks from hell would not die.
If i can't kill them physically, I would just have to attack the summoner then...
He unbuckled his coat and took it off. He didn't want to risk it getting damaged. Folding it rather neatly and quickly, he flicked it up high into the sky, where it unfolded, and gently floated onto the top of a lamp post - his temporary coat hanger.
The demons repositioned themselves further away from each other, trying to overwhelm him by attacking from more directions. And once again, they sped straight at him.
"Upon the bright full moon I wish,
For a means to prevent myself from turning into a dish.
Wings of a seraph I do not ask for,
But grant me temporary abilities to soar!"
The emblem on his shoes glowed silver and started to shine brightly. He jumped up high into the sky, and two magic circles, each beneath each of his feet, materialised. Using them as launching pads, he kicked off from them, charging straight at the ring-leader.
The mist-demons sliced past him on his way up. Knowing that he was aiming for their summoner, they immediately formed a dense, dark crimson fog in front of him, in an attempt to deter him from attacking their summoner.
He couldn't be bothered.
Charging right through it with his arms covering his face, his arms and shoulders were slashed at continuously. He emerged from the other side of the fog with arms and shoulders cuts littered all over them. His force still carried him through, right all the way to the ring-leader. The ring-leader raised his sword, parrying his attack as he thrusted his right hand at the ring-leader's face.
The demonic fog from behind him transformed into thousands of arrows and flew towards him.
Damn! Irritating bastards!
He had not enough time to react. Looking away from the ring-leader meant risking a back-attack form the mammoth-sized sword, which could easily break his back. Otherwise, he would be impaled by over hundreds of arrows.
His instincts instructed him what to do.
His left leg performed a well-aimed kick in between the legs of the ring-leader. After which, he collapsed to the ground, to roll away from the arrows, and performing a "koi jump" to instantly get back onto his feet.
It all went well. Except for fact that, these arrows could redirect themselves almost instantly.
"FARK!"
He exclaimed.
There was not much he could do. He was simply left in the open, only armed with one knife. If only, he had another weapon... If only he could change his knife into something else...?
Come on! My dear, grow! I have to survive... I will wield you in another form... I will use you to defeat that asshole! Please listen to my will! You shall take the form of a cudgel for now!
The knife on his fist glowed. It shimmered brightly in the moonlight, growing longer and longer. He pulled it out of his glove pocket before the growing knife would rip it apart, and before his knew it, a metal cudgel was in his hands.
With renewed confidence, he spun it from side to side with great speed, holding his ground deflecting the demonic arrows as they came into contact with loud "clangs". He smiled to himself as the sound of the air being forced aside by the cudgel drowned that out.
Step by step, he walked closer to the ring-leader, with the arrows still continuing their barrage at him. The ring-leader, noticing it, prepared to parry the "spinning-machine" from the front.
At the same time, the demon-arrows finally decided to change their tactics. They prepared to come from behind him instead.
Picking up his pace, he ran to the ring-leader, compromising the speed of his swings only slightly. The ring-leader, using both hands, aimed at the pivot of where he was spinning his cudgel, and thrusted his behemoth blade forward.
The demon-arrows combined into one gigantic arrow, and streaked right at him too.
Taking one final step forward with his left foot, he turned clockwise in a full circle, to have his right foot land in front of his left foot. Slightly altering the direction of the spin, his swung the cudgel along with his body, parallel to the ground.
The cudgel, on its way to its target, the right-ribs of the ring-leader, smashed through the head of the demon-arrow that was approaching at high speed, causing it to lose its shape and disintegrate.
The cudgel sped on and was about to smash right into the unprotected ribs of the ring-leader, when a dark crimson fist had materialised from the blade, parrying the attack and took the full brunt of the hit, before retreating back into the blade.
What the shit?!
The very surprising and unexpected block caused him to lose balance. He withdrew his cudgel to his direct front into a defensive pose, and taking just a step forward, he jumped, backing away from the blade that was just beside him. He feared that blade. It was way more unpredictable than his own attacks. He never knew that a hand, or whatever it was, could simply pop out of the blade so quickly. If used on the offensive side, that would mean trouble for him. Big trouble.
And indeed, his big trouble came. The ring-leader smiled to himself. The mist demons retreated back into the blade, as they did so, the blade gradually turned more and more red, and darker as well. Until, the blade was so bloody crimson (as in colour) that it looked almost like black. The ring-leader smiled sinisterly at him.
He had no clue what was about to happen, and what the ring-leader could do with that newly empowered blade. However, there was one thing for sure. He didn't even want to know it, he would have to end it quick.
To pierce the darkness,
To rid the weakness,
In me.
I will be stronger,
My weapon will be longer,
To spearhead to the target I see....
He charged at the ring-leader with his cudgel on his right hand, with part of it lying on his left shoulder blade, and the other part of it slowly grew longer, and a spearhead formed from it, trailing at his right ankle.
Before he could even reach within a five meter distance of the ring-leader, the blade was swung sideways to his right, scraping across the ground, aiming to slice him. Instantly, a dark crimson wave erupted from the ground where the blade had come into contact with, speeding at him with a huge amount of deathly aura.
What in the world?!....
Totally caught off guard, his reflexes could only help him so much. He tried to jump to the right, avoiding the diagonal wave. However, it grew bigger over distance and it scrapped at his left shoulder, leaving a rather large, but shallow gaping wound.
The moment the wave went past him, it disintegrated and returned to the blade. He got back his footing, placing the base of his spear in front of him, putting his weight on it. His left shoulder drooped in front of him as well. The pain was searing. This is definitely not just any wound. He turned to look at it.
The "darkness" of that attack is causing his wound to constantly bleed, and the wound to get wider and wider, deeper and deeper as his heart beats faster. Essentially, it was a physical poison. The more he fought, the faster his arm would actually drop off, or at least, the wound would spread to a great area of his body - practically incapacitating him. That is if, he does not bleed to death in the mean time.
The ring-leader looked at his painful face with glee...
Now what... Damn this... Damnit!!!
......
Only the slight hum of a breeze broke the moment of silence. The blood trickled from his fingers and landed onto the cold hard ground. The spearhead shivered slightly. It dug deeper into the ground slightly.
The ring-leader smiled, expecting him to be very agitated and of course, kill himself via the effects of the poison.
He only looked back down to his feet and his mind spun a little. Something then came across his mind. He never tried it. He only saw such things in manga and anime. Nevertheless, he broke into a large sadistic smile, looking back at that ring-leader. He knew, together with the moon, his will, was unstoppable.
"To slice,
To dice.
Thy cries,
Shalt not suffice"
In a split second, his spearhead morphed into a scythe blade, with the tip facing the ring-leader, who looked slightly astounded, but placed the huge sword in front as a shield for what was about to come.
He raised it along his side and let the scythe slide along his grip to hold it somewhere near the middle of its length. Stopping it when it was about 45 degrees in the air.
He shall learn something new tonight. In the presence of the full moon. Taking in a deep breath, he roared...
"TSUKI NO KIZU!!!! (scar of the moon)"
As he brought down the scythe with only his right arm, slicing diagonally left. The scythe slid into the ground easily. From the blade, a bright light spilled out from it. As if it the reflection of the moonlight from the blade itself had risen from it. Streaking towards the target.
The ring-leader's eyes were opened wide, in awe. But his pupils were small, the sudden bright light had blinded him temporarily.
With a loud "bang". The ring-leader was still standing in the same position, but taking deep heavy breaths, clothes tattered slightly and red blood stains showed on the left shoulder and right forearm.
The mammoth-sized blade shook slightly, as if it felt pain.
That's right... A weapon, crafted by whatever means, still has a soul embedded in it... It can still feel...
He then pulled his scythe close to his side.
Thank you...
The pain in his left arm subsided significantly. Apparently, the poison could only have its effect if the ring-leader and the sword was alive and strong enough to keep it sustaining. He understood that instantly.
He lifted the scythe in front of him, parallel to the ground and kissed the blade.
"Will you, in the presence of the moon, help me to walk of out this mess victorious?"
Yes I will... My great wielder... It has been a long while, since I felt this alive, this well used... Your wish, even if it costs me my life, shall be my command...[/i]
The scythe glowed, and then, it seemed to be melting in a graceful way, flowing down to the ground and then swirling around him. Spokes radiated out from the glowing shapeless weapon and they found the metal baseball bats and broken pipes from the floor and nearby. Upon contact, they "melted" too, and fused with the white beams dancing around him.
The ring-leader had never seen this before, with widened eyes and gritted teeth, the crimson mist emerged from the gigantic blade. Forming countless arrows once again, ready to skewer him.
The formless weapon slowly crept up onto his leg, and made its way to both his arms. They coiled around his forearm, reaching down all the way to his fingers and extended further. Finally ending off with a pointed edge.
A pair of katars had "engulfed" his arms.
The arrows lunged at him.
He opened his legs to slightly larger than his shoulder length, and jumped up, spinning on the spot, swinging both his arms out wide, like a top.
Two "moon-beams" were flung at the ring-leader from each of the katar blades, as his turned a full circle and landed, facing the sea of arrows once again.
But the moon-beams out-shined the arrows. Aesthetically, and in power. They were forced aside and away from a direct path to him. The moon-beams made their way easily to the ring-leader, who instantly tried to slice them into half, but failed miserably.
With a deafening CLANG. The mammoth sword landed a few meters away from the ring-leader. The crimson mist vanished. Two large parallel cuts across the ring-leader's chest could be seen.
"Damn you... You... You... Morooo.....n...."
And the ring-leader lost consciousness.
The whole group of scums panicked. Their leader had been defeated! They immediately started running away in all directions, leaving him all alone, with the unconscious ring-leader, dead triad-members and the bloody sword.
He grabbed his coat from the street lamp and put it on again, and then walked towards the sword standing in the ground.
As he walked towards the sword, the katar from his right arm retracted. He touched the handle of the sword.
Where are you from? You don't belong here...
Peh!!! You're one interesting weapon meister. One of the best I have seen since I was made. Bwahahaha... I've been stained by the blood of millions or even zillions of people all over the universes. I don't even remember the name of the place where I came from.[/i]
Then how in the world did you come here? You should stop this madness... Do you have any idea how much harm you've caused?
AHAHAHAHA!!?!?! I WAS MADE TO KILL!!! BWAHAHHA!!! I know more about anything and everything you know. I can read you inside out by just letting you hold me. You want to change your fate? Simple... JUST WIELD ME TO KILL.
He was utterly disgusted by the sword. But he controlled himself.
Yes, I do want to change my fate. But I don't wish to take so many lives. I do not want to stain my existence to change my fate, also, at the cost of so many innoce....
OH STOP YOUR WHINING! HA! WEAKLING!!! I'll tell you what. How about just killing the "one"?! HAHA. THE "ONE" that you humans believe in, pray to him, and do what not retarded things for him. Isn't he said to be the one who controls all our fate? BWAHAHAHA.
He was stunned for a moment. It sounds like quite an impressive idea...
Well... So how do I get to him?
I'll take you there... But of course, at a certain price... Heeheehee... You see that girl over there?[/i]
He turned around to see a girl, with long hair. Dressed in a simple shirt and long pants - sleepwear. That familiar face... The aura coming from her... That beautiful fringe dangling from her forehead...
"WAIT!!! NOOOOOO!!!!!!!"
It was too late. The crimson mist had extended too quickly, they grabbed hold of her even before she knew it, and was engulfed by the mist.
Instantly, he was pulled by the sword into the ground. Whereby a portal had formed. He fell through it....
........
A new world materialised before him. He was transported to another universe, he knew it. It was night at this new word. And the moon shone bright too. However, it was red.
This universe... Propverse... This place... Is probably the closest you can get to "him" as of now... BWAHAHAHA!!! You might wanna take the ship coming soon... BWAHAHAHAH!!!![/i]
*CRIANK* *CRRRAAAAACCCCKK*
HEY!? WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING BOY?! I JUST...[/i]
"You killed her.... You killed her.... You KILLED HER!!!! SHE DID NOTHING AND YOU KILLED HERRRRR!!!!"
He screamed his lungs out. Plunging the katar blade into the sword itself.
"WHY!?! YOU FUCKING IDIOT!!! WHY OF ALL OF THE INNOCENT PEOPLE!!!
WHY!?!?!"
Well... She was just there? What? You expect me to wait for someone else??? EECK!??![/i]
The katar sunk in deeper into the sword.
His black hair faded in colour and was turning into a shade of crimson, his coat, somehow was reacting exactly the same as his hair. But the hems of the coat, seemed to dance like flames in the wind.
"Where is she now... TELL ME!!!!"
Cool it boy! You can't do anything without me... You might wanna keep your blade firs...[/i]
"WHERE IS SHE?!!!"
Wo... Wow. She is used as a sacrifice? I don't really know pal. Just like where your mana goes when you use them? Haha, they'll regenerate aye?[/i]
"NO, YOU BULLSHIT!!! LIVES AND MANA ARE DIFFERENT!!!! RETURN HER TO ME!!!!"
He screamed, though not understanding what mana was then.
Weeeelll... You could try asking the "one"? I can't do anything to reverse time! AHAHAHA---[/i]
*CRRRAAACCCKKK*
Another sharp sound came from the sword.
The katar in it was blazing red.
Oh mother fuc-[/i]
*CRRRANNNGGG*
*Clang... clang clang....*
The sword shattered into multiple pieces. Crimson mist from the sword dissipated into the air and disappeared.
I'm sorry o' great meister. I couldn't help you do anything...[/i]
"Its alright my friend. You have done all that you can... Without you... My life would have been traded for hers instead... But that may have been a better choice wouldn't it?"
Please do not say such things... My deepest apologies and regrets... But I have to go... Please stay alive o' great meister...[/i]
"Good bye then..."
The katar reverted into its original form - a kitchen knife, into his left hand. With a few sharp sounds. The blade cracked from the tip all the way to the handle. And it fell down to the ground with little tinkles, along with tear drops.
He went to a grass patch nearby and buried the handle, the soil was filled with dark water spots, but it was not raining...
He looked up at the red moon. In the horizon, the sun was about to rise soon. His tears shone as the first beams of dawn reflected off them.
"WWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
He screamed out all his hate and emotions. But they were drowned by an even more powerful ship's horn which sounded at the same time.
.............
His hair and coat were black again when he boarded the ship... His new life in this new place, was about to unfold...
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"Isn't the moon beautiful tonight? Hello there. I'm Kamin. What's your name?"
(OoC: continuation -> Re: Streets of New Orlania
« Reply #55 on Aug 9, 2009, 10:58pm ». Which effectively means, this is a prelude to my character.)
I hope you guys enjoyed this story! It took me quite a while to type it... And its pretty much the longest story I have ever typed in my entire life.
It was a full moon tonight. The moon out-shined all the other stars...
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"Please STOP shouting!"
"NO! I SHOUT AS I PLEASE. YOU DON'T EVEN TRY TO UNDERSTAND WHAT I AM GOING THROUGH..."
"ENOUGH!"
"BANG"
Steve slammed his hand on the table with such a force that made all the plates on the dining table jump slightly. He got up and turned away from the dining table.
"You... You dare to talk to me in THAT tone!? Turn around and FACE ME!!!"
"I said, 'enough', can't you just let the family have dinner in peace?"
"YOU CALL THIS A FAMILY?! Where is your daughter?! Out with her lesbian partner? She chooses that SLUT over the family? And this son of yours. He has been SO REBELLIOUS lately! All because of YOU! YOU HAVEN'T BEEN GIVING THEM ENOUGH ATTENTION!!!
"..."
No dad... Its not your fault... I know you're busy with work... Mum's over-reacting, making a mountain out of a molehill as always...
"I repeat. TURN AROUND AND FACE ME!!"
*Grrrng* The sound of a chair being pushed on the ground came from the direction of a 17 year old teen.
He stood up, head looking at his unfinished plate of rice.
"Son, just... Try to carry on eating, you can't keep yourself full by eating so little..."
*Plip* A single teardrop fell right into a bowl of soup.
He turned around and ran back into his room, slamming the door shut. The boy took off his clothes, put on his usual white shirt with a chibi-"Hitsugaya" print on the front, and his training long-pants. He randomly picked a pair of white ankle socks from his drawer, and put on his training shoes along with them as well. Last but not least, he picked up his black gloves from his study table. He slid his hand in, looked at his revealed fingers and wiped the tears from his face away with them.
Then, he opened his sliding cupboard.
There hung separately from any other clothing, was a beautiful, mid-night black long-sleeved long coat. It was a present from his dad for his 16th birthday. He treasured it with all his heart, it was the only thing that made him feel close to his dad, even when they are miles apart.
He donned it upon himself, tightening the belt, to prevent the insides of the coat from being revealed; for he had hidden 6 kitchen knives within. He had decided about a week ago, to leave the home if anything got worse than what the situation was last week.
Tonight, was the night he had to do so. He slung his compact backpack over his shoulder, opened his room door and made a dash for the main door, passing by the dinning table.
"Son! No! Please! Don't leave the home!"
*Click! Click* Went the lock of the door.
He pulled it open , and swiveled on the spot to face his dad.
"I'm sorry dad. I'm sorry. Please forgive me..."
His dad, upon seeing that pair of red swollen eyes and the tears that have ran across the same path over and over again on his son's cheeks, could not do anything.
He closed the door, and turned to face the low wall of the void deck of the 4th floor. He jumped up onto it, and then off it.
The wind sped past his body as gravity acted upon him.
I will land slowly, softly, silently... I will... I will...
With a light "pfft", his was on the 1st floor, in a semi kneeling position. He looked up, his tears that were drying up reflected the moonshine. He ran and ran...
He kept running and running...
From reality... From emotions... From it all...
After what seemed like an eternity, he stopped to catch his breath. Placing his hands on a lamp post and bending over. As he heaved, he felt the chilly air rushing in and out of his chest.
It started drizzling slightly.
All of a sudden, he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around to face, a whole mob of gangsters.
"Hey lil' kid. Wad'cha doing on my street? You need to pay for using my lamp post you know... Heh..."
The biggest gangster of them all, possibly the ring-leader, sneered at him.
The gangster's biceps were about the size of his own head. Threatening indeed.
Holy effing son of a bloody fagg*t b*tch! knnbccbxpxbbpbb (this is a string of dialect rude words which i am too lazy to type out xD)!! Fudge this!!! What's with my effed up luck in my downright effing shitty life...
The rest of the mob surrounded him.
He remained silent. The mob started to murmur amongst themselves. The ring-leader was not satisfied with silence for an answer.
"HOI! Puny-boy! I'm talking to you!"
That broke the last straw. Already clouded by the madness occurring at his home, being called 'puny' was like adding fuel to the fire. He was tired, cold, hungry. And what's more, he wanted to do something to vent out all his angst, his emotions, his nightmares; his everything. Now, it seemed like the greatest chance.
Let's see what he'll do...
He carried on remaining silent, back leaning on the lamp-post and resting one of his legs on it as well. He stared right back at the ring-leader in the eyes.
"Wadda heck. Pummel him boys!" The ring-leader ordered.
Instantly, the mob around him closed in. 5 of them jumped right at him, with wooden clubs and baseball bats raised high above his heads.
I will jump, as high as the birds can fly. I will... I will..."
He jumped up high and grabbed onto the lamp-post, hanging from it like a monkey hanging from a branch on a tree. Putting his right-hand into his coat, he drew out a knife, fitting snugly and firmly into the pocket of his glove.
"Get down here! You pesky, tiny idiot!" One of the mobsters hollered at him.
He eyed that gangster, and smiled, almost consumed by his sadistic emotions.
"You'll be the first..."
He lunged right up into the sky, everyone looked at him blend into the night sky, only to be revealed when he went past the bright moon. By then, he was landing at such as speed whereby no one could react.
His arms were spread out at his sides, his coat trailed above him... The eagle had made its decent.
The heels of his feet came into contact of the gangster's forehead. With a sharp crack, the gangster's neck seemed to be in a rather awkward angle. He landed softly on the ground, while the gangster dropped to the group with a loud "thud".
The other gangsters were taken aback.
"HOW DARE YOU!! RRRAAHHHH!!!" One of them screamed and charged at him, ready to fling the baseball bat onto his head.
He readied his footing and smiled to himself again...
You shall finally draw human blood... My dear...
The knife shone brightly in the moonlight.
"RRAAAHHHH!!!!" The gangster exclaimed as the baseball bat was flung downwards. He sidestepped to the left with ease and grace, raising up his right-hand and running the knife along the gangster's throat.
The blood dripped from the dagger onto the ground, and more was being split from the gangster's split throat.
"Who's next?" He said, looking right at the ring-leader, as if taunting the ring-leader to challenge himself.
This time, an axe-wielding mobster walked right up to him, and two others with broken glass bottles came up from behind him.
He smirked to himself again.
Too easy... This is just going to be too easy...
Without warning, the three of them charged at him.
He twisted his upper body to the left a little, bent down and simultaneously swept his upper body to the right. Together with the momentum, his outstretched right leg swept across the ground with only the tip of his shoes touching it.
"Whaaa?!?"
One by one, the three men were tripped over, as he completed turning a full circle. He walked above one of the gangsters on the floor with the broken glass bottle. He placed his right heel at the base of his neck, and his left foot right along the gangster's face.
With a swift clockwise turn, another sharp "crack" could be heard clearly, echoing into the nearby alleys.
Upon seeing what happened to their partner, the other two gangsters on the ground tried to get up as quickly as they could. However, he jumped right onto the back of one of them, forcing him to taste the dirt on the ground again, and lunged at the axe-wielding gangster.
*Clang!!*
His knife came into contact with the gangster's axe.
He stared right into the eyes of the gangster. The eyes he saw reflected fear, powerless, submission into his own. Then, in another instant, he saw something else. A silhouette of a man, getting larger, holding a sharp object high up...
"Try harder..."
He said out loud, as he pushed the axe-wielding back with his left hand right on the chest, giving him enough backward force for him to jump up and back. The moment his both legs left the ground, his two feet were bent and stuck together. He exerted a dual kick squarely onto the heart area of the chest of back-stabbing gangster, after which he fell gently on his sides by using his hands to break the fall. The gangster staggered back quite a few steps and grimaced as he clutched his chest, trying very hard to breathe properly.
The axe-wielding gangster ran up to him again, bringing his axe down to where his head was. He rolled away quickly, facing the night sky, he swung up both his legs up high and way behind his head, followed by his hand positioned right beside his head, he pushed himself upwards. From the ground, he flung himself a full 130 degrees to the ground into the air, letting the gangster taste how the soles of his shoes were like.
Straitening his legs even more fully, he exerted even more force, pushing himself forward into a front roll. As he stood up, he turned around and noticed that the axe-wielding gangster was on the ground, spitting out a bloodied tooth. In a rage, the gangster flung the axe in his hand right at him.
Oh shit. Whaddafak.
He knew he would get hit, no matter what he did. The best possible case for him was to throw himself completely to the left and to attain a cut. The axe sliced at the wind with amazing speed. Whirling at him, about to amputate his left arm. He retracted his left arm quickly, but it was still too late, just as he predicted. The axe sliced off his left glove, and left a cut right on the back of his left hand.
The blood trickled from his cut. It shined in the moonlight. He hated the smell of blood. That smell of iron, it just made him feel even more irritable. He stared back at the gangster fiercely. The gangster was still smirking back at him, feeling a sense of great success that he had landed the first cut on him.
What a mockery...
Not wanting to waste anymore time on the small fry, he pulled out a dagger from his coat with his left hand, holding it along the plane of his arm, with his thumb and index finger. With a quick fling of his left hand, and letting the knife slide out of his grasp, it flew right at the gangster's face.
"ARRRGGGHHH!!!!!"
A scream echoed through the streets. The gangster clutched the face now covered in blood, originating from the left eye. The back of the handle of the knife replaced what he could see of the gangster's left eye from his point of view.
"My cut on my left hand... For a cut on your left eye... A new phrase? An eye for a cut. Pretty worth for a scum of the society like you eh?"
He said out lout, with a huge tinge of sadistic thoughts and revenge laced all over his words.
"ENOUGH!" Roared the ring-leader.
"No one else will get hurt anymore." The ring-leader ordered his gang. " And you, pea head, get ready to leave in an ambulance..."
"Yea, of course I will. It'll be an ambulance alright... With me in the driving seat, sending YOU, at the back, to the A&E department." He retorted.
The ring-leader was taken aback. Staring at him with eyes opened wide and in disbelief. He was hardly half the ring-leader's side, how could he be so confident? Besides, his words and actions have stung the ring-leader's pride. The ring-leader ordered:
"Someone get me my butcher. Its time to teach this bean to know his place..."
Within 15 seconds, one of the ring-leader's subordinates brought to him a huge sword - more like a large rectangular sheet of metal, with uneven jagged edges on one side, that are not exactly very sharp and a flat blunt side, with a long handle attached.
"You ready to taste your own blood?"
The ring-leader smirked at him, raising that mammoth sword up easily with just one hand, and resting it with the back of its blade on his shoulder.
"How about I taste your blood?" He said, smiling back calmly at the ring-leader.
The ring-leader had enough. The humiliation suffered in the ring-leader's entire life was incomparable to the humiliation in just this night alone. Lowering the sword down to the side, the ring-leader charged straight at him.
The behemoth blade was swung up from his left, aiming for his head. He avoided it by simply hopping back a little and bending back slightly. The sword then returned, from above him, about to butcher him into half.
He sidestepped to the left a little and turned himself to face the blade. It missed him only by less than an inch from his nose, smashing into the ground with a loud "clang", and leaving a rather huge marking on the ground.
Instantly, he jumped with his right leg onto the back of the blade. The moment his left foot touched it, he used the strength from his ankle to propel him a little higher. His shoulders were flung in an anti-clockwise direction, his waist guiding the rest of his body and his right leg was raised high to his shoulder level. With a loud "PIAK", his right leg was brought down with an amazing speed, the sole of his right foot slapped the ring-leader's left cheek. Head tilted diagonally down to the right, saliva was forced out of the ring-leader's mouth.
He continued turning mid-air and landed on both his feet, still facing the ring-leader, who was staggering to the right, stunned by what had just happened. A trickle of blood oozed out from inside the ring-leader's mouth. The ring-leader's left cheek was glowing bright red, from both the humiliation and damaged capillaries. The ring-leader got back a good footing and wiped away the blood with a sleeve, staring daggers right back at him, unwilling to concede.
There was a lot of murmuring from the mob. The ring-leader raised a hand for silence and said:
"You know wad kid? I've been goin' easy on you... You'd betta watch out for what's comin' NEXT!!!"
The sword was lifted up, with front of the blade aligned to his nose.
The whole mob instantly turned around to show their backs to the ring-leader.
Huh? What's going on?
"Release!
Demons from beneath,
Raid the air humans breathe.
Take this scum away from my sight,
And you can do what you think is right.
Rip, tear, kill.
The torture and pain so real.
Come forth on my command,
And you shall get your meal!"
From the blade, dark crimson blood oozed out mysteriously from everywhere. Slowly, but surely, before they drip to the ground, they evaporate. Forming a dark red mist, having multiple rather distinct humanoid features.
Though he may not know much about magic, he knew that this was not something good. From the incantation to summon this dark power, and from the reaction of the rest of the mob. He could tell that setting his eyes upon the blade would mark his death.
The dark-crimson mist stealthily slithered through the air, and up into the sky. At about 4 meters from the ground, they turned back to look at him right in the eye.
Now what in the world am I supposed to freaking do.
Without warning, the mist-demons sliced through the air, aiming straight for him. His pupils dilated. He knew he was in quite a dire situation. For once, he started to panic in this battle.
He immediately took 3 steps towards the ring-leader. Moving his body along with each step, alternating his strides, front, back, front. On the last step, he swooped down low, from his right to his left. And with a great effort, he jumped up, twisting himself like a corkscrew, performing a "butterfly 360". The mist-demons streaked past him from his above and below. Barely missing him. They all crashed into the ground, dispersing into a larger mist, before re-condensing back into their previous forms.
He had no time to lose. These freaks from hell would not die.
If i can't kill them physically, I would just have to attack the summoner then...
He unbuckled his coat and took it off. He didn't want to risk it getting damaged. Folding it rather neatly and quickly, he flicked it up high into the sky, where it unfolded, and gently floated onto the top of a lamp post - his temporary coat hanger.
The demons repositioned themselves further away from each other, trying to overwhelm him by attacking from more directions. And once again, they sped straight at him.
"Upon the bright full moon I wish,
For a means to prevent myself from turning into a dish.
Wings of a seraph I do not ask for,
But grant me temporary abilities to soar!"
The emblem on his shoes glowed silver and started to shine brightly. He jumped up high into the sky, and two magic circles, each beneath each of his feet, materialised. Using them as launching pads, he kicked off from them, charging straight at the ring-leader.
The mist-demons sliced past him on his way up. Knowing that he was aiming for their summoner, they immediately formed a dense, dark crimson fog in front of him, in an attempt to deter him from attacking their summoner.
He couldn't be bothered.
Charging right through it with his arms covering his face, his arms and shoulders were slashed at continuously. He emerged from the other side of the fog with arms and shoulders cuts littered all over them. His force still carried him through, right all the way to the ring-leader. The ring-leader raised his sword, parrying his attack as he thrusted his right hand at the ring-leader's face.
The demonic fog from behind him transformed into thousands of arrows and flew towards him.
Damn! Irritating bastards!
He had not enough time to react. Looking away from the ring-leader meant risking a back-attack form the mammoth-sized sword, which could easily break his back. Otherwise, he would be impaled by over hundreds of arrows.
His instincts instructed him what to do.
His left leg performed a well-aimed kick in between the legs of the ring-leader. After which, he collapsed to the ground, to roll away from the arrows, and performing a "koi jump" to instantly get back onto his feet.
It all went well. Except for fact that, these arrows could redirect themselves almost instantly.
"FARK!"
He exclaimed.
There was not much he could do. He was simply left in the open, only armed with one knife. If only, he had another weapon... If only he could change his knife into something else...?
Come on! My dear, grow! I have to survive... I will wield you in another form... I will use you to defeat that asshole! Please listen to my will! You shall take the form of a cudgel for now!
The knife on his fist glowed. It shimmered brightly in the moonlight, growing longer and longer. He pulled it out of his glove pocket before the growing knife would rip it apart, and before his knew it, a metal cudgel was in his hands.
With renewed confidence, he spun it from side to side with great speed, holding his ground deflecting the demonic arrows as they came into contact with loud "clangs". He smiled to himself as the sound of the air being forced aside by the cudgel drowned that out.
Step by step, he walked closer to the ring-leader, with the arrows still continuing their barrage at him. The ring-leader, noticing it, prepared to parry the "spinning-machine" from the front.
At the same time, the demon-arrows finally decided to change their tactics. They prepared to come from behind him instead.
Picking up his pace, he ran to the ring-leader, compromising the speed of his swings only slightly. The ring-leader, using both hands, aimed at the pivot of where he was spinning his cudgel, and thrusted his behemoth blade forward.
The demon-arrows combined into one gigantic arrow, and streaked right at him too.
Taking one final step forward with his left foot, he turned clockwise in a full circle, to have his right foot land in front of his left foot. Slightly altering the direction of the spin, his swung the cudgel along with his body, parallel to the ground.
The cudgel, on its way to its target, the right-ribs of the ring-leader, smashed through the head of the demon-arrow that was approaching at high speed, causing it to lose its shape and disintegrate.
The cudgel sped on and was about to smash right into the unprotected ribs of the ring-leader, when a dark crimson fist had materialised from the blade, parrying the attack and took the full brunt of the hit, before retreating back into the blade.
What the shit?!
The very surprising and unexpected block caused him to lose balance. He withdrew his cudgel to his direct front into a defensive pose, and taking just a step forward, he jumped, backing away from the blade that was just beside him. He feared that blade. It was way more unpredictable than his own attacks. He never knew that a hand, or whatever it was, could simply pop out of the blade so quickly. If used on the offensive side, that would mean trouble for him. Big trouble.
And indeed, his big trouble came. The ring-leader smiled to himself. The mist demons retreated back into the blade, as they did so, the blade gradually turned more and more red, and darker as well. Until, the blade was so bloody crimson (as in colour) that it looked almost like black. The ring-leader smiled sinisterly at him.
He had no clue what was about to happen, and what the ring-leader could do with that newly empowered blade. However, there was one thing for sure. He didn't even want to know it, he would have to end it quick.
To pierce the darkness,
To rid the weakness,
In me.
I will be stronger,
My weapon will be longer,
To spearhead to the target I see....
He charged at the ring-leader with his cudgel on his right hand, with part of it lying on his left shoulder blade, and the other part of it slowly grew longer, and a spearhead formed from it, trailing at his right ankle.
Before he could even reach within a five meter distance of the ring-leader, the blade was swung sideways to his right, scraping across the ground, aiming to slice him. Instantly, a dark crimson wave erupted from the ground where the blade had come into contact with, speeding at him with a huge amount of deathly aura.
What in the world?!....
Totally caught off guard, his reflexes could only help him so much. He tried to jump to the right, avoiding the diagonal wave. However, it grew bigger over distance and it scrapped at his left shoulder, leaving a rather large, but shallow gaping wound.
The moment the wave went past him, it disintegrated and returned to the blade. He got back his footing, placing the base of his spear in front of him, putting his weight on it. His left shoulder drooped in front of him as well. The pain was searing. This is definitely not just any wound. He turned to look at it.
The "darkness" of that attack is causing his wound to constantly bleed, and the wound to get wider and wider, deeper and deeper as his heart beats faster. Essentially, it was a physical poison. The more he fought, the faster his arm would actually drop off, or at least, the wound would spread to a great area of his body - practically incapacitating him. That is if, he does not bleed to death in the mean time.
The ring-leader looked at his painful face with glee...
Now what... Damn this... Damnit!!!
......
Only the slight hum of a breeze broke the moment of silence. The blood trickled from his fingers and landed onto the cold hard ground. The spearhead shivered slightly. It dug deeper into the ground slightly.
The ring-leader smiled, expecting him to be very agitated and of course, kill himself via the effects of the poison.
He only looked back down to his feet and his mind spun a little. Something then came across his mind. He never tried it. He only saw such things in manga and anime. Nevertheless, he broke into a large sadistic smile, looking back at that ring-leader. He knew, together with the moon, his will, was unstoppable.
"To slice,
To dice.
Thy cries,
Shalt not suffice"
In a split second, his spearhead morphed into a scythe blade, with the tip facing the ring-leader, who looked slightly astounded, but placed the huge sword in front as a shield for what was about to come.
He raised it along his side and let the scythe slide along his grip to hold it somewhere near the middle of its length. Stopping it when it was about 45 degrees in the air.
He shall learn something new tonight. In the presence of the full moon. Taking in a deep breath, he roared...
"TSUKI NO KIZU!!!! (scar of the moon)"
As he brought down the scythe with only his right arm, slicing diagonally left. The scythe slid into the ground easily. From the blade, a bright light spilled out from it. As if it the reflection of the moonlight from the blade itself had risen from it. Streaking towards the target.
The ring-leader's eyes were opened wide, in awe. But his pupils were small, the sudden bright light had blinded him temporarily.
With a loud "bang". The ring-leader was still standing in the same position, but taking deep heavy breaths, clothes tattered slightly and red blood stains showed on the left shoulder and right forearm.
The mammoth-sized blade shook slightly, as if it felt pain.
That's right... A weapon, crafted by whatever means, still has a soul embedded in it... It can still feel...
He then pulled his scythe close to his side.
Thank you...
The pain in his left arm subsided significantly. Apparently, the poison could only have its effect if the ring-leader and the sword was alive and strong enough to keep it sustaining. He understood that instantly.
He lifted the scythe in front of him, parallel to the ground and kissed the blade.
"Will you, in the presence of the moon, help me to walk of out this mess victorious?"
Yes I will... My great wielder... It has been a long while, since I felt this alive, this well used... Your wish, even if it costs me my life, shall be my command...[/i]
The scythe glowed, and then, it seemed to be melting in a graceful way, flowing down to the ground and then swirling around him. Spokes radiated out from the glowing shapeless weapon and they found the metal baseball bats and broken pipes from the floor and nearby. Upon contact, they "melted" too, and fused with the white beams dancing around him.
The ring-leader had never seen this before, with widened eyes and gritted teeth, the crimson mist emerged from the gigantic blade. Forming countless arrows once again, ready to skewer him.
The formless weapon slowly crept up onto his leg, and made its way to both his arms. They coiled around his forearm, reaching down all the way to his fingers and extended further. Finally ending off with a pointed edge.
A pair of katars had "engulfed" his arms.
The arrows lunged at him.
He opened his legs to slightly larger than his shoulder length, and jumped up, spinning on the spot, swinging both his arms out wide, like a top.
Two "moon-beams" were flung at the ring-leader from each of the katar blades, as his turned a full circle and landed, facing the sea of arrows once again.
But the moon-beams out-shined the arrows. Aesthetically, and in power. They were forced aside and away from a direct path to him. The moon-beams made their way easily to the ring-leader, who instantly tried to slice them into half, but failed miserably.
With a deafening CLANG. The mammoth sword landed a few meters away from the ring-leader. The crimson mist vanished. Two large parallel cuts across the ring-leader's chest could be seen.
"Damn you... You... You... Morooo.....n...."
And the ring-leader lost consciousness.
The whole group of scums panicked. Their leader had been defeated! They immediately started running away in all directions, leaving him all alone, with the unconscious ring-leader, dead triad-members and the bloody sword.
He grabbed his coat from the street lamp and put it on again, and then walked towards the sword standing in the ground.
As he walked towards the sword, the katar from his right arm retracted. He touched the handle of the sword.
Where are you from? You don't belong here...
Peh!!! You're one interesting weapon meister. One of the best I have seen since I was made. Bwahahaha... I've been stained by the blood of millions or even zillions of people all over the universes. I don't even remember the name of the place where I came from.[/i]
Then how in the world did you come here? You should stop this madness... Do you have any idea how much harm you've caused?
AHAHAHAHA!!?!?! I WAS MADE TO KILL!!! BWAHAHHA!!! I know more about anything and everything you know. I can read you inside out by just letting you hold me. You want to change your fate? Simple... JUST WIELD ME TO KILL.
He was utterly disgusted by the sword. But he controlled himself.
Yes, I do want to change my fate. But I don't wish to take so many lives. I do not want to stain my existence to change my fate, also, at the cost of so many innoce....
OH STOP YOUR WHINING! HA! WEAKLING!!! I'll tell you what. How about just killing the "one"?! HAHA. THE "ONE" that you humans believe in, pray to him, and do what not retarded things for him. Isn't he said to be the one who controls all our fate? BWAHAHAHA.
He was stunned for a moment. It sounds like quite an impressive idea...
Well... So how do I get to him?
I'll take you there... But of course, at a certain price... Heeheehee... You see that girl over there?[/i]
He turned around to see a girl, with long hair. Dressed in a simple shirt and long pants - sleepwear. That familiar face... The aura coming from her... That beautiful fringe dangling from her forehead...
"WAIT!!! NOOOOOO!!!!!!!"
It was too late. The crimson mist had extended too quickly, they grabbed hold of her even before she knew it, and was engulfed by the mist.
Instantly, he was pulled by the sword into the ground. Whereby a portal had formed. He fell through it....
........
A new world materialised before him. He was transported to another universe, he knew it. It was night at this new word. And the moon shone bright too. However, it was red.
This universe... Propverse... This place... Is probably the closest you can get to "him" as of now... BWAHAHAHA!!! You might wanna take the ship coming soon... BWAHAHAHAH!!!![/i]
*CRIANK* *CRRRAAAAACCCCKK*
HEY!? WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING BOY?! I JUST...[/i]
"You killed her.... You killed her.... You KILLED HER!!!! SHE DID NOTHING AND YOU KILLED HERRRRR!!!!"
He screamed his lungs out. Plunging the katar blade into the sword itself.
"WHY!?! YOU FUCKING IDIOT!!! WHY OF ALL OF THE INNOCENT PEOPLE!!!
WHY!?!?!"Well... She was just there? What? You expect me to wait for someone else??? EECK!??![/i]
The katar sunk in deeper into the sword.
His black hair faded in colour and was turning into a shade of crimson, his coat, somehow was reacting exactly the same as his hair. But the hems of the coat, seemed to dance like flames in the wind.
"Where is she now... TELL ME!!!!"
Cool it boy! You can't do anything without me... You might wanna keep your blade firs...[/i]
"WHERE IS SHE?!!!"
Wo... Wow. She is used as a sacrifice? I don't really know pal. Just like where your mana goes when you use them? Haha, they'll regenerate aye?[/i]
"NO, YOU BULLSHIT!!! LIVES AND MANA ARE DIFFERENT!!!! RETURN HER TO ME!!!!"
He screamed, though not understanding what mana was then.
Weeeelll... You could try asking the "one"? I can't do anything to reverse time! AHAHAHA---[/i]
*CRRRAAACCCKKK*
Another sharp sound came from the sword.
The katar in it was blazing red.
Oh mother fuc-[/i]
*CRRRANNNGGG*
*Clang... clang clang....*
The sword shattered into multiple pieces. Crimson mist from the sword dissipated into the air and disappeared.
I'm sorry o' great meister. I couldn't help you do anything...[/i]
"Its alright my friend. You have done all that you can... Without you... My life would have been traded for hers instead... But that may have been a better choice wouldn't it?"
Please do not say such things... My deepest apologies and regrets... But I have to go... Please stay alive o' great meister...[/i]
"Good bye then..."
The katar reverted into its original form - a kitchen knife, into his left hand. With a few sharp sounds. The blade cracked from the tip all the way to the handle. And it fell down to the ground with little tinkles, along with tear drops.
He went to a grass patch nearby and buried the handle, the soil was filled with dark water spots, but it was not raining...
He looked up at the red moon. In the horizon, the sun was about to rise soon. His tears shone as the first beams of dawn reflected off them.
"WWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
He screamed out all his hate and emotions. But they were drowned by an even more powerful ship's horn which sounded at the same time.
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His hair and coat were black again when he boarded the ship... His new life in this new place, was about to unfold...
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"Isn't the moon beautiful tonight? Hello there. I'm Kamin. What's your name?"
(OoC: continuation -> Re: Streets of New Orlania
« Reply #55 on Aug 9, 2009, 10:58pm ». Which effectively means, this is a prelude to my character.)
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[/i][/center]I hope you guys enjoyed this story! It took me quite a while to type it... And its pretty much the longest story I have ever typed in my entire life.
