11-20-2009, 09:02 PM
Another one that got away. Another that would torment him throughout the the rest of the Abyss. He had failed to recognize the subtle movements and had lowered his guard, thinking his skills to be far superior then that of the feminine foe's he had been selected to go head to head with. He had had them deep within his grasps, ready to usher them forth to the darkness, and had come up short. He wanted to give chase, but the stasis feild had given way, and he couldn't gather enough control to pick up her scent.
His eyes narrowed to slits of pure anger, the sclera of both his orbs matching each other in color from the sucker punch and stress-induced popping of the blood vessel; Bringing forth the new term, 'Red of the eye.' He rose in a single movement, the pain in his left shoulder numb to him now. He walked forth, towards the light of the window, avoiding the scenic route out the building. He didn't even pause to acknowledge the wall that stood in his way; His subconsciousness gathered the wind of extreme force and simply pushed the concrete material out of his way.
As he walked on thin air, slowly descending with each step, the sun bathed the Spawn of Evil, scrutinizing, even laughing at him for yet another failure. Still the Namek seemed numb to it all. Even the heat, being absorbed by the black of his cloak didn't phase him, though it was partially because the wind about him seemed to keep him cool. It had to though, his blood was boiling deep within.
His feet touched the ground and on pure instinct, the Jaded Fiend pivoted, and started trekking down the black top road, one calm step at a time. His eyes remained straight ahead, not even darting cautiously so the side as he might usually do. He didn't even flinch when a rumble from behind began, growing with each passing second until even the ground itself shook. He wasn't even phased by it. It was as if the world shook but he remained still.
The structure he had just exited only minutes before, seemed to shake as if being assaulted by tremendous unseen power. The concrete of the sidewalk and asphault of the road that surrounded the temporary place of residence seemed to crack as if the very foundation was being disturbed.
And it was.
If you were a building and some of the strongest winds ever created attacked you from every direction over and over again, you'd have problems holding your own ground too. The Namek did an about-face and looked on as the structure began to shudder and break apart from the continuous assault. His eys still straight but his peripherals doing his work for him. The hotel collapsed then, nothing appearing to come out of any exit from his angle, and the Namek turned about again, continuing his journey forward.
The destruction of the building sent out a wide dome of dust and debri, that soon swept over him, clouding his oxygen intake and burning his eyes. But his path was straight. He didn't need to see, though he never blinked, his eyes speckling with gray from the concrete. He walked on, still numb of it all. And even when he left the debris's grasp, his simple breathing showed no form of pain, nor did he still yet blink. The color of his clothing, a camouflage of black and dust, some patches being thicker then others.
A gust of wind removed it all.
The Namekian paused then though, at the outstretch of Sector City, and looked about for the first time, then looked up, almost as if fighting something deep within. His eyes clenched closed and his lipped curled in a snarl. The wind kicked up all around him, and the aura, usually unseen seemed to be a myriad of colors; Black, orange, gray, green and his infamous unseen nature. He let out a low growl and arched his back, in pain, as his vocal cords escalating into a roar of anger!
"Is this what you wanted!? Does this make you happy!?" His voice was dark and venomous. "Or did you just say that shit to screw with my head!?"
Almost as if on que, the answer entered his head as images of himself going after the young girl he had just tormented. It viewed himself as the black cloaked reaper, an image his father once used to strike fear in the hearts of his foes. But he was a Reaper, The Reaper, charged with sending souls to the After Life. Nova was only his son. He blinked again, realizing that he still struggled with the beast within. It was his killer instict and his conscience that battled with each other.
"FUCK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!"
He hollered, just as Retane was famous for, whenit came down to a hard struggle. But this was aimed at his father. And the Namek collapsed to his knees. Tears mixed with debri, flowing from his face, hitting the black top with splatters.
He had found that inner beast, he'd known about all along, but it was more heartless then he had ever been. It was the thing that made his killing so easy; It was the thing he had feared, but he accepted it and let it take over. He couldn't control it. And he sobbed. He shook his head in defeat. As he was about to become overcome with the beast again, but he paused at the scent he picked up, the thuds of footsteps closing in behind him.
"Master!"
His eyes narrowed to slits of pure anger, the sclera of both his orbs matching each other in color from the sucker punch and stress-induced popping of the blood vessel; Bringing forth the new term, 'Red of the eye.' He rose in a single movement, the pain in his left shoulder numb to him now. He walked forth, towards the light of the window, avoiding the scenic route out the building. He didn't even pause to acknowledge the wall that stood in his way; His subconsciousness gathered the wind of extreme force and simply pushed the concrete material out of his way.
As he walked on thin air, slowly descending with each step, the sun bathed the Spawn of Evil, scrutinizing, even laughing at him for yet another failure. Still the Namek seemed numb to it all. Even the heat, being absorbed by the black of his cloak didn't phase him, though it was partially because the wind about him seemed to keep him cool. It had to though, his blood was boiling deep within.
His feet touched the ground and on pure instinct, the Jaded Fiend pivoted, and started trekking down the black top road, one calm step at a time. His eyes remained straight ahead, not even darting cautiously so the side as he might usually do. He didn't even flinch when a rumble from behind began, growing with each passing second until even the ground itself shook. He wasn't even phased by it. It was as if the world shook but he remained still.
The structure he had just exited only minutes before, seemed to shake as if being assaulted by tremendous unseen power. The concrete of the sidewalk and asphault of the road that surrounded the temporary place of residence seemed to crack as if the very foundation was being disturbed.
And it was.
If you were a building and some of the strongest winds ever created attacked you from every direction over and over again, you'd have problems holding your own ground too. The Namek did an about-face and looked on as the structure began to shudder and break apart from the continuous assault. His eys still straight but his peripherals doing his work for him. The hotel collapsed then, nothing appearing to come out of any exit from his angle, and the Namek turned about again, continuing his journey forward.
The destruction of the building sent out a wide dome of dust and debri, that soon swept over him, clouding his oxygen intake and burning his eyes. But his path was straight. He didn't need to see, though he never blinked, his eyes speckling with gray from the concrete. He walked on, still numb of it all. And even when he left the debris's grasp, his simple breathing showed no form of pain, nor did he still yet blink. The color of his clothing, a camouflage of black and dust, some patches being thicker then others.
A gust of wind removed it all.
The Namekian paused then though, at the outstretch of Sector City, and looked about for the first time, then looked up, almost as if fighting something deep within. His eyes clenched closed and his lipped curled in a snarl. The wind kicked up all around him, and the aura, usually unseen seemed to be a myriad of colors; Black, orange, gray, green and his infamous unseen nature. He let out a low growl and arched his back, in pain, as his vocal cords escalating into a roar of anger!
"Is this what you wanted!? Does this make you happy!?" His voice was dark and venomous. "Or did you just say that shit to screw with my head!?"
Almost as if on que, the answer entered his head as images of himself going after the young girl he had just tormented. It viewed himself as the black cloaked reaper, an image his father once used to strike fear in the hearts of his foes. But he was a Reaper, The Reaper, charged with sending souls to the After Life. Nova was only his son. He blinked again, realizing that he still struggled with the beast within. It was his killer instict and his conscience that battled with each other.
"FUCK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!"
He hollered, just as Retane was famous for, whenit came down to a hard struggle. But this was aimed at his father. And the Namek collapsed to his knees. Tears mixed with debri, flowing from his face, hitting the black top with splatters.
He had found that inner beast, he'd known about all along, but it was more heartless then he had ever been. It was the thing that made his killing so easy; It was the thing he had feared, but he accepted it and let it take over. He couldn't control it. And he sobbed. He shook his head in defeat. As he was about to become overcome with the beast again, but he paused at the scent he picked up, the thuds of footsteps closing in behind him.
"Master!"
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Reb: ya know
Reb: I think you're a fucking moron OOC
Reb: but I have to hand it to you
Reb: you've become a really great writer