04-04-2010, 05:57 AM
“Ugh, where are you going!?” Ashe shouted after the thief, half demanding and half pleading. Ander, on the other hand, had no intentions of stopping, especially now that the odds were finally starting to bend in his favor. Sure, the girl seemed to have some innate knowledge of what was going on in this place, but the thief was no fool. After all, such a simplistic game was simple to figure out: eat the pellets, gain the power pellets, and kick the pasty colored asses of every ghost that had enough balls to chase after them in the first place.
He caught up with one of them and threw a lunging punch. The aura surrounding his fist was still clearly visible, and upon contact, the ghost blew up in a puff of smoke. Laughing, the thief darted towards the next one, who hadn’t even stopped to look after its fallen friend, gaining a head start in the process. They were obviously afraid of his new state, and though that would invoke some sense of sympathy from most people, it was them who had pushed the issue in the first place.
Ashe, on the other hand, knew what was really about to happen, and made a mad dash in an attempt to stop her comrade from making a giant mistake. Another ghost bit the dust, so to speak, in the meantime, creating a smile on the thief’s face in lieu of his sated curiosity. Unfortunately for him, his aura began to flicker and fade, though it wasn’t necessarily something that he could see. The pink-haired teenager rounded the corner and her target was in sight, his power up very visibly fading. She cried out to try to gain his attention. “Ander, those power ups don’t last forever! Come back, we need to find another one!”
Her words fell short of the man’s hearing capabilities, however, and he carried on his pursuit. He raised another fist to attack the remaining ghost, but just before his appendage reached its target, the power pellet was used up. Without the power to destroy such enemies, Ander’s attack was ineffective. In fact, just touching the ghost meant his demise. Ashe screamed upon seeing the thief spin in the middle of the air and shrink into nothingness, sounding a few beeps and bloops on the way. However, her mourning was short lived as the ghost redirected its sights on her.
She ran as far and as fast as she could, much of her trek fading into obscurity as she replayed Ander’s death over and over again in her mind. Pellets were collected along the way, and suddenly, her PAGER went off, flashing the word “WINNER” across its display as a portal opened.
Despite the loss, she lived to fight another day.
He caught up with one of them and threw a lunging punch. The aura surrounding his fist was still clearly visible, and upon contact, the ghost blew up in a puff of smoke. Laughing, the thief darted towards the next one, who hadn’t even stopped to look after its fallen friend, gaining a head start in the process. They were obviously afraid of his new state, and though that would invoke some sense of sympathy from most people, it was them who had pushed the issue in the first place.
Ashe, on the other hand, knew what was really about to happen, and made a mad dash in an attempt to stop her comrade from making a giant mistake. Another ghost bit the dust, so to speak, in the meantime, creating a smile on the thief’s face in lieu of his sated curiosity. Unfortunately for him, his aura began to flicker and fade, though it wasn’t necessarily something that he could see. The pink-haired teenager rounded the corner and her target was in sight, his power up very visibly fading. She cried out to try to gain his attention. “Ander, those power ups don’t last forever! Come back, we need to find another one!”
Her words fell short of the man’s hearing capabilities, however, and he carried on his pursuit. He raised another fist to attack the remaining ghost, but just before his appendage reached its target, the power pellet was used up. Without the power to destroy such enemies, Ander’s attack was ineffective. In fact, just touching the ghost meant his demise. Ashe screamed upon seeing the thief spin in the middle of the air and shrink into nothingness, sounding a few beeps and bloops on the way. However, her mourning was short lived as the ghost redirected its sights on her.
She ran as far and as fast as she could, much of her trek fading into obscurity as she replayed Ander’s death over and over again in her mind. Pellets were collected along the way, and suddenly, her PAGER went off, flashing the word “WINNER” across its display as a portal opened.
Despite the loss, she lived to fight another day.
Quote:Winner: Ashe
Ander will wake up in prison.
I’m just glad I didn’t have to kill you off, Sandmander.