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Post by cranberry on Jul 9, 2006 20:19:59 GMT -5
Beaten by one Gibarta? He's almost done. The final battle draws near! Now I get to see what it's like to be on the waiting end hehe.
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Post by HunterColt22 on Jul 26, 2006 23:59:26 GMT -5
Chapter Eighteen Deity vs. Prototype The Tides That Bind, are No More...
If a soft wind could blow, it would be the only sound within the hollowed halls of this room, this room filled of anger, hate, disgust, desperation, a smile, a grimace, a final hope, a death wish. The two stand starring at one another waiting. Waiting for that one signal from the other, waiting for that one shot to end the battle quickly, to gain an instant path to success. Neither shows the other that chance, neither moves, both stare into the others eyes, trying to judge what they will do.
One tightens his grip upon the hilts of his twin bladed red short swords. The other moves his fingers delicately across the grip of his katana, feeling the soft fabric against his fingers. The stares continue each watching, waiting. A smile appears on the FOmar’s face, his eyes play at a hint of glee to his stance. He straightens, his body loosing its tautness from before, a taunting movement, saying that he will win, that the other has no skill. The other, a young HUmar, only lowers his stance of battle, his body sinks lower, and his legs bend, his arms held forth, both his twin red blades gleam in the low green neon light of the Ruins. A distant groan from below sounds. Both combatants slowly move their heads a little to listen, wondering what it can mean, what Falz has just encountered.
Soon, the groan turns into a low hiss of a laugh, Sojorian’s smile widens, his lips part to show his white teeth, his eyes dance with glee at the out come of what has just transpired. His dreams are about to come true, now for the other four to play their part. Soon, a hiss and howl of anger is heard from below them. It starts, and Sojorian’s smile only widens, his face contorts into the image of a demon grinning at the sight of fresh blood.
“All is falling into place, soon, very soon, all will be mine, your life, your power, its power, and soon, all of our people under the rule of my thumb, all of it, mine to deem worthy of life. Or see it fit to crush in the palm of my hand.”
“Do you think I will stand ideally by and watch this all happen? Do you think I would stand by and watch my curse, my responsibility, destroy all that our race, our planet, our home has strived for!”
“No, I don’t expect you to stand and watch… I expect you to die!”
Sojorian brandishes his katana, with his right foot leading, he charges forth, the distance closes instantly between him and Colt, lashing out with his sword in a demonic crazed blood lust, he strikes again and again, Colt is quickly sent reeling into a defensive stance. Each blow taken shakes his body to the core, his arms ache as the blows continue and he blocks them. Clangs of metal against photonic blade, metal upon metal, steel up granite echo through out the room. It all sounds within the deadly silent room, sparks erupt in the dim light, as blades collide and slam against one another. Another strike, another block, a slash, a defensive strike is heard to meet it. The battle wages on, the oppressor, surely pressing on, his onslaught seeming to be impossible to break, the defender, his ground being lost rapidly as he becomes backed into a wall.
“Heh, and he thought you had skill, how pathetic of him to count on his last chance to slay me, a pathetic last chance, put on the shoulders, of a failed prototype none the less.”
“I may not have been what you called a successful experiment, but, I am what I am, and that is more then enough to beat you!”
With a shout and a sudden surge of strength, Colt breaks the onslaught pushing Sojorian back, his feet skidding against the ground as he comes to a stop four feet away from Colt. He stands, watching, soon, a small smile plays on his face, then a small chuckle, then full fledged laughter erupts from him and fills the quite room with noise once more.
“You-Haha- You honestly think you can win? Against me? What gave you that thought? Simply because you failed to die when the soul was extracted? That was a mere probability that it would happen, if anything, it proves my theory on the soul acting as a mere filter, retaining all the powers of the taint in the soul and host body, yet only the other soul carries the true burden of the taint with it. You have no chance, you had no chance, the only thing you ever had was luck! Pure and simple luck Colt.”
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I cringe, my eyes shut, what if he was right? What if I did have nothing more then luck, what if all my battles were won by mere chance, chance that I got lucky? The grip on my daggers wane, my stance looses its taught ness, then, it strikes. A blow, below my rib cage, my air is gone, I can’t breathe, my lungs are on fire, I crumple to the floor, gasping for air, trying desperately to suck in gulps of it, nothing happens, I do not feel its sweet embrace grace my lungs. I feel as if I am dying, suddenly, cool air rushes through them, giving me enough breath to yell in pain.
“Hahaha! You yell in pain after the first blow has finally hit you? And here I thought you were going to attack, you are weak. Nothing more then a simple Hunter, who has learned nothing, none of what your battles taught you, it was all mere luck, luck that you won them, luck that you lived and your opponents died, luck that you are here to finally die and realize how worthless you truly are…”
He arcs his blade into the air, he holds straight, acting the part of an executioner of old, his blade gleams in the low green neon light. I stare up at it as I catch my breath, sweat beads down my fore head; it comes to the tip of my nose and falls to the ground.
“Well Colt, time to die…”
His blade begins the fast free fall down to plunge on my neck, its steel body comes closer and closer to me. I hear it whistle and slice through the air as it picks up speed, it approaches, nothing more then a flash of sliver…
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“WHAT?!?”
Sojorian screams in disbelief, the Hunter, racked with pain mere moments before, the HUmar that could barely keep up with his advance minutes before hand, his just done something that no one should have been able to do. Sojorian tries to wrench his katana free, it does not move, he struggles to continue its downward descent, it doesn’t budge. He stares into the eyes of this HUmar, his creation, his “failed” prototype…
He stares down the length of his blade, his smile turns to a look of loathing and disgust, his eyes bend to show hatred, loathing, malice. His mouth contorts into a demon sneer.
“So, you do have some fight in you, it seems I was wrong, once more… You do have some skill…”
The length of his blade rises to become level, He looks directly into the cold, hard, unfeeling eyes of Colt. The cyan eyes that once showed kindness for his friends, the ones that showed pain a moment before, have grayed, grown cold to the world, and have become lost in a void of anger… In his right hand lays the now level blade, caught by his Purple ring, and then grabbed, and held by his hand. Unable to break his grasp on the steel, Sojorian waits, watching as he rises to his feet.
“You call me failed, you say I am our races lost hope, you say I can not stop you from this idiotic plan you wish to achieve, you say I have had only luck on my side ever since I was made. Luck that I lived the first touch, luck that the soul acted as you predicted, luck that I didn’t die from its extraction. Luck… That I stand before you now, with Achrion dead by my hands.”
Sojorian’s blood runs a little colder, though his face does not show it, he merely smiles even more. Knowing now that this is indeed not the simple HUmar who once was under his rule, a mere unskilled Hunter that which had no experience, that he is actually skilled, that this will determine, his victory, or defeat. He relaxes knowing this, knowing that it will all end soon, the Hunter still poses no true threat, and he is still a mockery of human life, by natural or unnatural causes.
Sojorian works his fingers around the grip of the katana once more, his fingers come to a rest upon the thin fabric grip that embroils the weapons tang. His grip tightens on the blade, his knuckles go white, there is calm silence within the room, both stare into the others cold, emotion deprived eyes, watching, waiting….
“You say my whole existence has been ridden with nothing but luck and good fortune that I live day by day, that I am alive. That I battle with luck and no skill… That my very life was in the hands of lady luck and she always cared to favor me… You, are wrong…”
A surge of electricity is sent forth through the blade, Sojorian, channeling a Gizonde tech through the blade watches as the energy lances from his fingers down the grip towards the unsuspecting HUmar. Colt immediately drops the blade, as piece of steel drops towards the ground, electricity crackles from it to the floor below, harmlessly affecting the old metal and stone.
“Heh, I guessed as much now, it seems you do posses a degree of skill. The ability to read when a simple attack or ploy is coming, something’s to that nature… Although, you couldn’t see your friends coming to help you, could you? Heh, the load of help they did, all were weak. They hardly stood a chance; they vastly over estimated their chances… If, they had, had one. Hehe.”
Colt’s eyes never change, they are still cold, lifelessly starring towards the man of all his hate, all his loathing, and, all his own faults… To let him go idly unaware of the responsibility he held and never wanted… Of the curse he could have never have hoped to know existed within him…
“… Enough of your remarks on them…”
“What’s the matter? Can’t take the truth of it all? Can not or do not want to know the truth that they were all weak and easily beaten?”
“I said enough! What do you know of them, nothing, you know nothing of them, just like you know nothing of me.”
“Heh, I know more then you can hope to learn. I know all I need to know to beat you!”
Sojorian returns the blade to a battle stance and charges. He strikes, sending the blade in a downward path. Colt block’s the deadly blow with his Purple Ring. Sojorian, for seeing this, Sojorian angles his blade on the strike. As the two metals collide the blade slips on down the rings oval shape, to slice Colt through his battle suit and armor.
As the stroke is finished Sojorian re positions his blade and readies for a counter attack. He readies, watching waiting for the HUmar to grip his side and fall to the floor in pain. He never does though, he looks to the torn fabric, now slowly being colored deep rust red, his eyes turn once again to the FOmar, showing nothing but of the hate he holds.
“You think this blow will end me? Do you think I am merely lost now? My hate drives me forward, my desire for revenge for what you have done to my friend’s drives me now. Nothing you do to me will stop my mind and body from killing you before we die.”
Colt draws forth his Red Daggers once more and readies them. His stance low to the ground, the fabric by his wound, now just a splotch of rust red against white. Blood slowly drips from it to collect on the floor below. Ignoring the wound and pain, he charges, slashing at the FOmar.
Sojorian blocks the blows, as he does so, he slowly looses ground to the young hunter, his feet slowly shuffling backwards, as the blows become more and more aggressive, more and more powerful, more and more fluid. As Colt strikes for a neck severing blow, Sojorian ducks the swipe and slams the end of his katana handle into Colt’s wound.
Driven by his hate and revenge, Colt never feels the blow, instead he lashes out his red Daggers once more, and slices Sojorian’s right arm. Screaming in pain, the FOmar pulls back from the battle, while doing so he casts a quick Resta tech over the deep and bleeding wound. As the wound is healed, and the skin mended, he flexes his arm, testing out his muscles and tendons in it. All still work normally as he readies once more for the next strike.
Colt holds his ground, and casts a Resta tech as well over the wound on his left side. As the wound closes, the FOmar charges him, blade brandished forth.
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“Ow… My head… Wha-What? Where am I? Sage? Sage?! Striker?!?!”
“Its all right Cran, we are here.”
Cranberry turns around to see the other two behind her, awake and well. Striker shakes his head and smiles at the young FOnweral. Sage, staring into the sky looks back down to earth and looks over the field they are in…
“Where are we…?”
“Where else, but his tomb…”
HolyChaos steps from the alcoves of a nearby over hang. As his face enters the light, it does not bear a smile across his face. It shows only disgust and fear for the place they are in.
“What do you mean…? Tomb?”
Sage questions, a look of unknowns pass by on his battle worn face. His spectacles slowly slide down the bridge of his nose, only to be pushed back into place by his right sleeved hand.
“It is “its” tomb, the tomb of Falz…”
“Falz… I thought it was merely a legend of the Ruins, of Hunters who went mad.”
“It is far from mere legend, which I can assure you… It sickens me to be here, to be at the source of the taint on this world…”
He stares towards the center of the field, there rising among the swaying grass, the brightly colored flowers and decretive birds in flight, it rises. A pillar of massive proportions juts towards the sky, grasping for it, and yearning for freedom… As he stares at it, his eyes fill with hot tears, tears not of sorrow or fright, but of anger, and weakness that it has come so far as to this.
“What… Is that?”
All three question as the daunting figure of the tower finally comes to their senses.
“Nothing… Nothing but a land mark, something to look pretty in this already beautiful field… Come; let’s go see if anyone else is here.”
He tries to hide his anger behind a fake smile and ploy, hoping the others will not notice. His eyes still burn, holding back his tears of anger at himself. He does not see any of them move, only continue to look at the sky and wonder, taking the first step, he wills his feet forward, knowing each step that is taken, each breath that is drawn, only makes it grow stronger.
The blades of grass slowly crunch below his feet, the noise brings the attention of the other three to him, he continues walking on, pressing forward to the fate stands before him. His thoughts turn to ones of hope, hope that this will end, that they will be able to stop this before it has to reach the final chance… As he grows closer to the spire, the other three finally catch up with his footsteps.
“What is it?”
“Yeah, what’s the matter Holy?”
“His brain waves and vitals are all green… There is nothing out of the ordinary my scanners can detect nothing wrong with him.”
As he moves forward, the others follow suit, as they approach the tower, plaques come into view, four great stones of black, gray and light brown marble, all gleam as if freshly polished and laid to rest there.
“Wha-What are those…”
Cranberry asks, her voice in a low and scared tone, if only for a breif moment before it regains strength.
“They look like markers of some kind…”
Sage suggests, sensing the fear in Cranberry.
“My data banks have no record of this language that is imprinted on them…”
Striker says, his sensors continue scanning the strange objects. His data banks showing no records of the languages encrypted upon them.
“They are warnings, and… They are graves…”
HolyChaos' voice comes out in a low flat, un-feeling tone.
“Graves…?”
Cranberry asks, her eyes wondering over the markers of the supposedly fallen.
“What do you mean graves?”
Sage askes, his eyes rovering over the graves as well, to finally rest upon the face of the other FOmar.
“… Graves of the fallen who have passed here long before us… And, where lucky enough, to live…”
HolyChaos again answers in the same distant voice, as if this is all just the past, and nothing more then bad memories uneeded to be relived.
“What do you mean live…? What is going on here and why is it becoming darker as we approach that damned spire!”
Sage asks, his voice growing more and more hoarse, anger and agitation well within him as the sky grows dark. Striker looks around him, activating all the sensors and data catch information systems in his body, trying desperately to gather any information he can that may help them.
“It is Falz… As I said, this is his tomb, his domain, as we approach with each step, as we draw breath to live, he grows stronger, and there is only one way to escape from this nightmare… For it only to repeat once again once the next victim falls to this desolate field of false serenity.”
“What is that way?”
Sage asks, trying to fourmulate a plan to beat this supposed monstrosity, a thing of mere rumor and superstition to many, but soon, a reality to him.
“That way, is to beat him… That is the only way to escape, and… Survive…”
HolyChaos reaches the cold stone steps of the pillar, as he ascends the steps, the air grows colder, the sky darkens, the grass, the flowers, and the ground below their very feet, with each step the cyan haired youth takes, it grows weaker, and weaker. The blades of grass turn over, the once exquisite flowers that held such promising hues of orange, pink, blue, red, and gold, slowly wither and die as he approaches the table that rests at the base of the tower.
“There has to be another way, we don’t know what we are getting into! Come down from there! We need to know more on what this thing is before we try to fight it! Are you even listening anymore damnit!”
Sage's voice is now in a panic as he tries to persuade HolyChaos to rethink what he is doing.
“No… There is no other way… To live… Is to fight…”
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Post by HunterColt22 on Jul 27, 2006 0:00:36 GMT -5
The young FOmar closes his eyes as he reaches the cold black tablet. His arm extends forward, the hair of the back of his neck prickles, sending shouts of warning, danger and dismay through his whole body. His hand rests above the stone now, waiting, hanging in the air, the final moment… Does he place his hand upon the altar and awaken what can not ever be killed… Or does he back away, only to rot here and never know if they could have made it out alive… Or does he try, try and break free of the prison they are in now, to hope, and pray, to chance fate and destiny… His hand wavers above the black cold stone altar as his mind and heart choose…
Sage, Cranberry, and Striker look on, unsure of what is going, unsure of what to do to help. Sage is concerned that they are getting in far over their heads before they can asset the situation to actually know their own choices… Striker’s data is still not finished its process, he is still unsure of how to act, yet… Inside himself, he feels a sense in him come alive that he never fully knew about, it is his will… Cranberry, the last of the three, stares towards the white and red robed youth, his cyan haired held in spikes by a little gel and a white bandana at the base of his hair line. Both sway and waver in the sudden icy wind that has over taken the field. His stance is held firm as his hand wavers above the altar of death and decision…
“HolyChaos…”
The FOmar turns his head at the mention of his name by her small and strong voice, he turns to her, she looks in his eyes, and finally sees the fear that was held back mere moments before, now fully rush on to him. She sees in this short time, he grown to know them as friends, friends that he wishes to save…
“Do, what… Do what you heart says is right…”
“….”
A single tear slips down his right cheek. His mouth cringes, it dose not form into a smile, only another far away line… His eyes somber, and sad, look towards the three he has come to regard as friends in this short span of knowing them. He turns once more from their eyes… He can not stand to see their eyes for what he is about to force them all to do… He turns and shuts his eyes… As he slowly moves his hand towards the stone, the ground contorts below the other’s feet, it slowly molds into faces, countless, featureless faces… All open their mouths and begin to silently move, in silent laughter, they watch as his hand finally touches the stone. As it does, all goes quite... A shadowed form slowly rises from the stone to over take the tower, and then burst forth from it.
Rubble from the pillar cascades down around the four hunters, as the shadow grows and begins to dwarf them all, HolyChaos looks towards it as the dust swirls about it concealing its form. Two bright yellow eyes emerge within the swirling mass of broken rock, dead grass and ground, its eyes focus on each one of the Hunters slowly, judging, gazing, waging each one’s ability. Then, a low cackling laugh issues from the wind…
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Their blades clash, the sweet sound of metal and photon echoes through the room, reverberating from wall to wall, rebounding off each far corner of the room to be brought to the center where they now stand, dead locked. The two warriors wage back forth, trying to break the others stance, neither budge, as the metal and photon grinds against one another with hot hiss and pops.
Sojorian, lifting his left arm up, slams the back of his closed fist against Colt’s face. The hit sends Colt’s head reeling to the right, as his head stops, blood slowly appears and dribbles from the side of his mouth. Sojorian laughs as the grip of the twin red blades held on his sword weakens, he yanks the blade free in a screech of protest from the twin photonic short swords. Arcing his blade, he swings it, the metal whistles through the air as it approaches the Hunter’s body.
Colt quickly falls to the floor, the katana passing over his head mere feet from where his lower body once was, striking out, Colt slams both his feet into Sojorian’s right shin, a resounding crunch and scream of pain confirms the bone has snapped. Sojorian topples back as his broken leg can not stand the weight he has put on it recovering from the failed slash.
Colt jumps to his feet, bringing his blades forth he charges towards the fallen FOmar, as he lances for a striking kill, the Force slams his hand forth and casts a Gibarta blast. The Ice technique grabs Colt in its icy death and slams him against the far wall. His body impacts the wall with a solid crunch of steel, rock, and bone crunching. Colt’s body goes limp as his throat lets out a scream of frozen pain.
“Gaaaah!!!”
“Heh, like that *huff* HUmar? There-is-*puff* more to come, I assure you!”
Slouching into a sitting position, Sojorian, rests the weight of his body on his left arm, his brow furrows into concentration, his finger tips glow with a bright red energy, a small ball of flames soon licks at his finger tips hungrily. The mass of flames slowly begins to grow as it eats away at the tech energy Sojorian pours into the fire. Colt’s eyes widen, sweat pools at his head even though he is still held in a block of ice due to Gibarta’s frozen grip, as the ball of fire is finally released and lances towards him.
The hot sphere of flames licks at the air, as it ignites the oxygen in its path, leaving behind it a trail of burnt smoke flowing slowly to the ceiling of the green neon lit room. Colt struggles against the ice bonds that now shackle him to the far wall, locked in a cold grip of death and pain, he screams, his voice pierces the serenity of the room, Sojorian, casts a Resta tech upon his broken right shin, as the bones quickly mend and fuse back into place, he rises, gingerly placing his weight upon the newly formed bone and cartilage.
As the FOmar rises, the Foie tech cascades into the block of ice that holds the HUmar trapped in its grip, a hiss of heated water issues from the impact, steam and smoke rise from the impact, as the dust clears, Sojorian sees a small limp black form come into focus as the dust slowly vanishes. He approaches the ball at blinding speeds, as he reaches the limp form; he brandishes his blade down upon the head, a quick severing blow from the human guillotine. As his blade severs the form in two, not the clean cut of blood, flesh, bone and sinew ushers from the figure, but instead, the hard cold hiss, of granite, rock, and steel.
He stares down in shock and horror, as a chunk of rock, slowly rolls into the middle of the battle field, to come to a slow, soundless rest, upon its sliced side… The FOmar slowly rises and surveys the room, looking into each dark, and unlit corner with the eye of fright and death. As his head turns, he catches the whistle of photons slicing through the air, he ducks just as the red hued blades sizzle past his head, as the HUmar over shoots his target with an intended fatal slash, he spins on the tips of his toes, dust rises from his battle shoes and slowly comes to its up most ascent at his mid region, then it slowly descends to rest upon the floor once more, as both Hunters stare eye to eye once again.
“… Heh, very impressive Colt, very impressive indeed, however, it’s still not enough!”
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A rise of dust and rubble suddenly fills my sight; a violent and restless wind fills the quiet room. As his laughter beings to drown out the wind, it cackles and fills all of my hearing, I stare into the rising thick rubble, of broken rocks and steel, his form slowly disappears and is soon gone, as his laughter only continues to grow louder, and louder, as my vision becomes, more, and more constricted.
“Ha-ha, let’s just see you escape this then!”
His voice over shoots the wind, his laughter grows, and then subsides with the falling vial of dust. I look around, my feet on edge, ready to carry my body into a duck, roll, stance, or avoid if needed. My toes dance upon the floor, sending small bits of crushed rock into the air. My eyes jump from corner to corner of the room, from dark, to light, to dark again. Watching, waiting, listening… I hear nothing, my own breathing fills my ears and the quite room, my heart beat quickens, my pulse races, adrenaline shoots through every blood vessel and nerve ending in my body.
My feet tell me to dance, to fly, to run, yet I do not, I remain silent, and motionless, waiting… A small breath catches my attention, I lash out to my right, striking my foot to what is hopefully his upper torso, within the low lighting, I hear a soft thud followed by a groan of pain, before he can recover, I raise my left hand dagger above my head, the red blade gleaming in the soft neon green light, I bring the blade down hard and fast. As it whistles down to crush into him, I hear the ring of steel being drawn forth, then, a rupture of sparks flies into the quite air; I see the gleam and flash of a katana hold my deadly short sword at bay once again.
My eyes grow large with fright, he whips the blade in an upward ascent, my left hand dagger, spins around my hands nearly falling from my grip, I lunge out to grab the tumbling blade, as I do so, I hear his body move, I turn just in time to receive the blunt end of his blade’s grip once more into my abdomen, I double over in pain as the wind rushes from my lungs.
“Fool!”
Sojorian bellows at me, his foot slams into my stomach, I topple over on to my back sliding a backwards. As I come to a stop, my lungs re-fill with air; I slowly rise to see nothing again. I stand in the icy room, my mind races with all thoughts and demands for me to move, to try and find him in the shadows. I wait, my body tense, the grip upon my twin hilts tightens in a vice of cold steel, my legs ready themselves to spring if my body should have the chance. A low laugh enters my hearing as it echoes through the room, seeming to come from every corner, every dark shadow that encloses me.
“Hehe, you feel that Colt? That fear, that hatred, that anger, do you feel all that well within you? Do feel it all rise as I speak? I assure you it is all well placed, especially the fear you hold, how it is so rightfully held there…”
I whip my body around to the right of room, as I spin on the balls of my heels, my hands and blades glow a pale yellow, as I aim the blast at a small storage box, a Gizonde tech is loosed from my twin blades in a flash of yellow electricity. As the bolt crashes with the box, it hopscotch’s to another, and then another, finally fading out as its path to the ground is finally concluded.
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As her heels click on the steel and concrete floor of the ruins, she hears the tides of battle slip by her ears. She leans up against the locked door behind her and listens, the clash of steel and photon sounds just beyond the door. She smiles slowly to herself; her heels slowly continue their mindless walk forward. As she passes the door, it unlocks, leading into the next room, the teleporter lies in a hall beyond this room.
As her heels continue their own noise in the other wise, vast and empty ruins, “it” makes himself known to her.
“You have done well, my disciple… Soon, it will all be worth you while, and mine… Soon, very soon, it will all be at an end. This world, this people, shall fall before my very presence.”
“I can ask for nothing more my master.”
“Good, very good, now you know your last part to fulfill in this yes?”
“Yes, I do…”
“Good, I await there arrival into my domain. Heh, their power will be a fine collection to what I have now, those last four were quite the handful… I had to show them my true existence before they were, slowly put down, one, by one…”
“How hard was it for you, to fight against, the other one, the young cyan haired youth…”
“Ahh, you wish to know the out come of our plans no? Hehe, it worked out well, though I could not control his motives, his powers grew stronger as I did, as I was forced into each new form, his power multiplied, he had matured much since you last took notes on him… I assure you, the synthetic D-Cells worked just as my own blood would.”
“I see… Thank you Master.”
“Go on now… I still need to finish off these four before the other two come. Though, there is something odd about these four… I am not sure what it is, even though they are near dead, and they will surely become my own… They resist me…”
With that, Falz’s consciousness disappears from her own, Serena slowly opens her eyes, her hair is ruffled, she slowly straightens it along with her now, out of balanced skirt, which has ridden up a little. As her heels go down the long dark hall, her mind races with the pleasant thoughts of this all being over soon, soon, she would have her vengeance on the people that scarred her, soon… It would all be over.
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The four Hunters continue their onslaught against the thing that has no name, or will not perish. All four watch again as the massive blue orbs fall from its scythe like hand, to cascade down to them as a deadly water fall of energy, the all scatter in a different direction, each one leading a pair of the blue energy with them.
Striker drives to the right, as his strike against the thin layer of element below his feet, he turns shaprly to his left, the edge is coming up, just a few more feet and he will fly off. He continues on towards the edge, driven to evade the ever growing energy balls that trial his foot steps, he shoots out over the edge and falls, the twin blue orbs dive harshly down as Striker plummets towards the ground far below. The twin orbs soon disappear and only show a gleam of where they once were. Striker breaths easier, as he slowly hoists himself up onto the platform once more.
As he straightens he sees Sage running by him, the FOmar quickly fires out a way of Barta before his feet, as his shoes touch the slick surface, he slides. As he does so, the orbs pick up speed, appearing to understand he can not run now, as his feet continue to slide and not gain traction, the balls come closer and closer to his body. Sage quickly lowers his keens to the thin ice surface and then falls to his back, his glasses reflect the twin blue orbs into his eyes as they jut over head, as they by pass their target Sage straightens and fires off two Foie blasts towards the two orbs, as the fire techs collide with the balls of energy, an explosion is heard, as smoke rises, and clears slowly, the balls of death are gone…
He comes to a gliding stop on the hem of his brown robes, as he stands to look back at Striker, giving him a quick smirk and thumbs up to show he is well, even if his face reflects exhaustion and tech point deprivation. Sweat slides down the bridge of his nose to come to a stop at the bridge of his glasses, he quickly wipes his fore head with a quick swipe of his dark brown robe and turns to stare with Striker as they look on to the other far side of the battle field…
They see the thing once again… Falz, hanging in the air above them, phases in an out of a shimmering luster state. Its body flowing from dark blue to luminescent white, to dark blue… Every once and a while, a low throaty cackle escapes its huge mouth, it dangles in the air as if a mere puppet, when truly it is the puppeteer now.
“How, are we supposed to stop this thing…? It takes no damage when we hit it with conventional weaponry, almost as if, we are attacking armor…”
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HolyChaos stares behind him as he continues to run; the two orbs of blue death continue to follow his path. As he pushes forward he looks ahead, coming down his path from the opposite direction is Cranberry, her small lithe legs carrying her as fast as they can from twin similar balls of death. As the two forces approach one another, they look towards the other, their eyes lock for a brief second, a smile plays across the tiny FOney’s face, she nods her head towards the tall FOmar, he looks behind himself and then her, sensing what she is asking of him, he returns the smile and nod, pushing ahead harder and faster towards the center they will meet at.
They approach the center, both continue to press ahead towards the other, run away cars on a slick path of ice as the spin towards one another, just before the two collide with one another, they fall to the ground, the two twin set of orbs slam into one another, a brilliant light display of blues flashes above the two forces, as the chaotic energy crackles and snarls at them for evading its waiting maw.
The danger fades for a brief moment and the two rises. Falz descends to their eye level once again. Its hollow eyes meet theirs, a silence pass over the plateau, only a small wind brakes the silence… Then, its cackle begins again, it phases to a dark blue, and cackles.
“I, am sick, of that laugh!”
Picking through his capsules, HolyChaos activates a tiny red one containing his Holy Ray. Upon it springing in to full size he grabs it from the air, aims and fires at the beast. He expects no reaction, just as the times before he tried, though suddenly, the blue ray impales Falz. The beast roars in pain and turns towards the FO, its hollows flare up with hatred and loathing. HolyChaos stares, at the small wound on the creature of darkness. It makes sense to him now, all this time, all this time they were fighting him, they truly were hitting armor. HolyChaos smiles and turns to Cran, she looks up to him and she too, returns the grin.
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As purple blood leeks slowly forth, Falz cackles again, the platform quaking with its laughter, the wound heals itself completely soon enough. Its cackle dies down; its eyes sway from Hunter to Hunter, deciding. Anger grows as the wound mends, its hatred for this prison, this place of eternal torment for it, grows. It just needs one more key, one more soul to add, and soon, after these four fall, it will all be over, its dreams, its ambitions of destruction will begin… It may have been kept here for a thousand years, One thousand years; a thousand was a mere moment to it though, a moment in time, with which it will never have to look back upon shortly.
Falz stares into the eyes of the youth with cyan hair… Such a fierce hatred breeds in this one… Perfect to add to his growing power. The time for the game is over, it’s still amazing to Falz, that these four were able to push its abilities to this extent, however, now, they are nothing more then gnats irritating his ears. He raises his scythed arm and brings it down in a full arc towards them… It sees nothing but the eyes of the FOmar widen in horror. It hears nothing but his scream of defiance and rage…
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My eyes burn, inhaling the charred stench of sulfur into my nose only worsens my eye sight. My breathing is hard, and slow, my hands still out stretched with my blades pointing to the remains of a now charred and open storage box. I see the scorch marks of the tech upon the floor; they still smolder slowly as the time passes. My breathing evens out, slowly; I rise from my casting position. I look around as the smoke thins out finally from the scorched floor.
“Where are you Sojorian!?”
“Ha-ha, what’s the matter Colt? Are you afraid? Do you finally realize you can not win?”
I begin walking towards the voice, it echoes through out the hollow room, his laughter filling my ears with an eerier sound. My heart races again, as his laughter becomes louder. My daggers held forth in front of myself, my feet echo as I take each tentative step, with fear coursing and pounding through my adrenalin soaked blood.
As I come to the far corner of the room, I stop and place my hands upon the wall, resting my body on them my breathing comes in short and painful gasps, the wound
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Post by HunterColt22 on Jul 27, 2006 0:02:04 GMT -5
inflicted upon my side sending pain through my weary body. A single small clink of metal and steel catches my attention.
I pivot my body on the back ball of my left heel, spinning around, my blades intercept the deadly sword inches from my face, its gleaming steel shining in the dark light, my reflection gleaming off of it and easily see able by my eyes. His blade screeches against my twin photonic short swords. His face shows in the small sparks of metal and photon grinding against one another.
“Heh, what is this Colt? Getting sloppy already? Oh how you deceived my initial expectations after that riveting speech you made to me! Pathetic as you always were.”
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With those words, Colt’s foot snaps out catching the unsuspecting FOmar in his sore shin, the impact sends him to the ground. As his face descends to meet the cold tile floor, a white shoed foot slams to greet his face instead, spinning backwards, Sojorian lands sprawled on the ground a few feet away, his face now a mess of pale white skin and crimson red blood as it flows like a torrent of water from his broken nose.
His screams of rage and pain gush forth as the blood froths from his mouth and nose. The FOmar rises to his feet, pain shows in his eyes as he grips his nose with a sensitive right hand, a green glow surrounds his hand and broken nose, as it fades the bleeding stops, his hand removed from his face, shows his nose in perfect alignment once more, the only evidence of it ever being broken was a slight swelling and blood that is slowly caking into place upon his already blood red robes.
“Heh, so you are not beaten… Deceptive, just like your wench bot of a mother, and those two whoreish friends you hold in such high standings. Heh, all show no decency in the face of death.”
“Heh, any one ever tell you, you twitch horridly when you lie?”
The FOmar’s smile fades, replaced by a straight line.
“It matters not, all are dead now, your mother, your friends, soon you, and then, your whole people if they do not bow before me when I ascertain my right as a god.”
“If that is true, then why the worried look in your eyes, or the small twinge in your voice when you speak to me?”
His straight face fades, the FOmar draws his katana to shoulder height once more and charges the young HUmar. The Hunter readies him self, his twin blades held forth. The FOmar approaches, sending his blade forth to slam it to hilt injected into the young man’s stomach like a syringe, Colt dodges the blade, weaving on the tips of toes out of harm’s way, the blade contacts that was behind him, impaling itself into the hard stone, becoming trapped. As Sojorian wrenches his hands free from the ensnared blade, he launches a round of Foie techs to stop the advancing HUmar.
As the first fire ball approaches him, Colt dances to his left, the orb of flames passing by him and slamming into the far wall. Its collision with the rock and steel face heats up the metal and granite. The next Foie tech comes, once again the lithe HUmar displays his classes inattentive agility on foot and spins out of its path once more all the while coming closer to the FOmar. As his feet carrier him to his target, the final fire tech launches into his sight, a slow moving spiral fire storm races towards him. Gifoie, as the twin walls of spiraling flames come towards him, Colt desperately launches a Rabarta tech, it does nothing to the slow the stead onslaught of fire storms path.
Smoke begins to rise from the scorched floor as the fire wave continues its pace towards the Hunter. Thinking quickly, he replaces his twin Red Daggers into their respective red box at his belt. Taking out another, he puts hand on to an impression on the box and pushes; a blade springs forth into his hands, the massive sword shine in the on coming fire. Its small photonic blades begin to whine into life as the smooth and cold handle falls into his warm and delicate grip. Racing towards the fire now, he slams his blade into the hard ground below, once again acting as a pole vault; his blade propels him over the massive fire storm.
He lands, his blade in short tow, never once touching the flames as he descends, he streaks towards the FOmar now, his massive blade in his hands ready to deliver the deadly blow. As the fire storm passes by, it lashes out at the wall containing the Agito blade in a strangle hold. As the twin sets of fire spiral into the wall for the final time, the steel and rock, loosing its consistency from the massive heat stress, looses its grip upon the blade, it clatters to the ground with a low and almost noiseless clash.
As the blade clamors to the ground, Sojorian reaches out to it with his taint, it grips the blade, and lances towards the young HUmar, as his blade approaches the Hunter, he spins around, his massive brand sliding into the air into a high arc, as the lithe katana lances towards his stomach, the Chain Sawd comes crashing down into the blade, living up to its name and sawing the thin katana in two.
The twin pieces of steel and hilt clatter to the ground. Their noise echoes through out the quite room, the labored breathing of Colt soon over takes the sound as he turns to the battle weary FOmar. His massive sword now hefted on to his left shoulder, the blades outer rim of teeth slowly spin as their speed decreases from inactivity. The FOmar backs towards the far door, with a click it unlocks, as he turns to run for the door, the young HUmar races after him, his blade now restored back into its red box and safely stored at his belt.
A cackle from below their feet quakes the structure, forcing them both to stop and regain their balance. As the FOmar hears this cackle his smile widens, he looks towards the HUmar now as his he rises after regaining his footing as the shaking and laugh quells into silence.
“Ha-ha, it seems your friends have done their part now. Time for me to do mine as well, and end this game of ours Colt, for it has gone on for far too long!”
The FOmar launches a round of Gibarta towards the unsteady Hunter. He then sprints to the far door. The HUmar, seeing this rolls to the right and stands up, chasing after the FOmar. His boots making the only sound in the room as he crosses the thresh hold of the first door down the long hall. Loosing sight of Sojorian as he enter the hall, Colt desperately tries to close the distance between him and his quarry, the concern for his friends, driving him to pump his weary legs ever more, harder and faster. Sweat beads from his face down the bridge of his nose to fall to the ground that appears as a mere blur to him now.
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“Heh, that’s right, run little HUmar, run failed creation run, it will all be over soon… Your life, your governments, your people as a whole… All will perish soon enough.”
Serena silently purrs to herself as she watches the monitors trained on the HUmar, his body carries him down the long hall. His body, probably close to running on pure adrenalin alone by now, shows no signs of fatigue.
“Strange… Why does he appear to be un fatigued I wonder… It’s of no matter though, just as long as I keep the teleporter locked till he jumps in it, it will not matter.”
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“Gaaah! Why won’t it activate…”
Sojorian slams his fist against the small console again and again, each time getting no response as the red rings of the teleporter still silently hum around him. He stops for a minute, his brow increasing with the rising frustration of his mind.
“Gaaah! What could be doing this!... Unless… No, that wench wouldn’t… Unless… Blast her! Damn that whore Serena!”
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“Hehehe, my, my, so clever now that all the chips you worked so hard to put in place have now all come cascading down in upon you… How does it feel, to know it was all in vain you worthless gnat.”
Serena pushes aside a small lock of blonde hair that hangs from the rim of her glasses, as her hand moves in front of her blue eyes, she turns to look at the final screen in the hall, she sees Colt rapidly come into clear focus on it.
“Ahh, almost time… Time to take revenge on what your race has done to me Colt… Time for this government to pay for it did, time for all of them to die. Ta-ta, it was fun, and a pleasure to see you develop, even if the results were far from perfect or ideal, at least we got the physical body right.”
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I come to the final door, it slides open as my body approaches. As the door parts and the light falls into the dimly lit hall, I see Sojorian standing there, his hand begins to descend on the console towards the activation button, with my speed, I surge forward launching myself towards his frame, just as my body is about to spear him, I feel the familiar tingles of teleportation, then, my sight goes black…
~ “It is done, my master, they are headed towards you now.”
“Ha-ha, most excellent my servant, as promised, you wish shall be granted. And now, for my payment.”
“Yes master, as I have said before, my soul is yours, to add to your power, to add to your might, and rid the world of all life, I bequeath to you my essence, for the greater cause, that is eternal death for all…”
With that, Serena rises, and holds her arms out length wise, and closes her eyes. A thin black tentacle of taint slowly slides along her body, sculpting its way towards her mouth, slowly, it descends down her throat. She closes her mouth and swallows, soon, her eyes loose focus, they wax over, her body begins to sway. Her glasses fall from the bridge of her nose, and shatter upon the metal floor below her high heels. Her body soon follows suit, her hair slowly waves in the wind as her body finally drops to the floor with a hollow thud. Her hair is sprawled all across her dead complexion, her mouth slowly opens, the black tentacle slowly laces out of it and as it drops from her mouth onto the cold metal floor, it disappears to rejoin its master.
Her body lies motionless now, her hands and legs at odd angles, even though they were not broken in the post mortem fall. Her face though, shows a calm serenity, her death was as if blessings to her, her eyes show a smile behind the waxy coating that has now come with the departing of her life. A single tear slowly drips from her eyes to floor, with a splash it signifies she died happy, her last wish to hopefully be fulfilled with her own soul. That wish, being the end… Of all life…
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Sojorian rises, shaking his head as he stares on to the field of death, and grim soil. Faces stare up at him, mocking him as he transcends them towards the black tower that juts into the darken sky. As he approaches, the earth quakes, froth from the tower comes Falz, its massive true form slowly hovers in the above the FOmar. The FOmar looks up to the source of his taint and smiles.
“Heh, I see you are dumb as ever, your hand is your own un-doing, your source of power and influence in that world, will now be mine to take back… Its over, you are weak, tired from the pervious battle, you can not resist, I will absorb you just as I did Olga. Your power will be mine, and nothing, nothing will stop me!”
Sojorian places his right hand forth, his pal open, it glows a dark purple, Falz merely stares at the hand, watching, a low cackle emits from its throat as it enjoys the show.
“What are you laughing at you worthless bag of darkness. Your soul and power will be mine, and this time, there is no coming back for you!”
“Foolish human, did you really think by having that mere buffer placed in yourself you would be able to absorb me, the source of your power, and the corruption of that world? Ha-ha-ha, foolish mortal, you could never become a god…”
Slowly, a black tentacle of taint oozes form from Falz and slowly grips around Sojorian’s right leg. The dark FOmar tries to rip it off him, the tentacle of taint slowly moves towards his head though. Sojorian rips at it, tries to burn it off him, freeze it, shock it, or kill it, all to no avail, it slowly makes its way towards his heart.
“No! This can’t be happening! I absorbed Olga! My power should be akin to yours! Akin!”
“Ha-ha, worthless maggot, Olga was never my equal, only my spawn, if by accident and the horridly barbaric technologies your race used to try and create the ultimate organic weapon. He was never my equal, never can you become akin to myself. Now, give me what was rightfully mine all along. Give me your soul!”
The black tentacle burrows into the FOmar’s chest, a screech of pain ignites the cold black sky, as the wound grows and the worm eats its way to his heart. The FOmar’s eyes glaze over, his body wobbles, his skin pales. Finally, his body falls to the ground, a small cloud of dust marks its impact. Not a sound is heard as the black taint of tentacle slowly works its way out his chest once more and towards its master.
“Ah, I feel it flow in me now… I am complete… I shall wait for the other to awaken, I would rather enjoy, my last victim to struggle before I devour his soul… Ha-ha-ha.”
As Falz’s low and throaty cackle disappears with the vanishing of his body, the tower returns to its yellow and wheat tainted color, the mountains regain their pristine whites and grays, the skies blue returns in a gentle breeze. And the grass and flowers, spring to life once more as the soil regains its rightful color. As all this happens, Pioneer 2’s last hope lays in unconsciousness, his body regaining what little strength it can for the final battle ahead, for in this contest, its out come will determine, if life exists, or is now and forever more, a mere dream on the winds of the past…
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Raiden: Oh! Its starting! Pass the popcorn!
Colt: Why are you so eager to see this next Chapter?
Raidne: Cause I want to know how bad Colt gets owned.
Colt: You do realize if I loose, all life ends and that you won’t ever get to enjoy seeing me get beat down ever again.
Raiden: … I didn’t think of that… Go Colt! Kick his Huge and multiple asses!
Cran: When am I going to fight Falz already! *pouts*
Colt: You will in this chapter, you and me get to give Falz a major thrashing, after I get beat up for a bit of course.
Cran: Yay! I get the best of both things I want to see.
Colt: … Damnit.
Sage: What did you expect? She thinks Sato is adorable when mauling one of us…
Colt: Good point…
Cran: I heard that.
Striker: All of you quite! I want to see how Colt fares! *To Raiden* Ten bucks says he has trouble with the Darvants.
Raiden: Deal!
Colt: Ahh crud. -_-…
Sage: >_>… And to think… You are the one writing this…
Colt: Quite with your Irony.
Sage: Heh.
Next Chapter:
Chapter Nineteen
The Winds of Fate… Shall They Blow Once More?
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Post by HunterColt22 on Aug 13, 2006 12:15:10 GMT -5
Chapter Nineteen
Heavy Burden, the Winds of Fate…
“Ake…p.. W… u…” Voices tell me, or try to tell me something. My fingers drag on the ground, raking dirt, grass, and rocks into my waiting palms. I try to grasp my senses, reach out and lash on to them. Darkness prevents me from hearing the message the voices try to give me. Familiarity dances with these voices, their sounds, pitches, hues, tones. Recognition skirts the edge of my mind. Playing a game with me, it taunts me, daring me to reach it, only to have it run before I have time to grab it. My mind falters, and the voices go dim once more…
“Wake up Colt… Wake up Colt… COLT WAKE UP!!!”
All scream to me at once, who these voices all belong to is still not known. Terror grips me, as the fading screams of their wails disappear unto nothingness. My breathing follows in quickly to fill the sudden void of noiselessness that they left behind. Sweat beads off my fore head, it patters to the soft brown sand below. Small impressions form in the sand under the alcove. My fingers grind into fists, dragging dirt into themselves, little trenches form, my fingers, embedding my fear, sadness, despair, anger, and rage into the ground below. The small divots of dirt showing my frustrations, my hopes becoming entangled in a sea of madness.
As I finally bring my head up to stare above the lush grasses swaying the warm gentle breeze, to see far beyond the crisp colors of flowers moving to and fro in the gentle wind. A tower rises in the distance, its golden whites and browns mingle with the sky of blues and whites. The sun beats down upon it, a gleam reflects from the peak of it to the very bottom by a stone altar of black marble, coffin like in shape, though a tiny speck at this distance. I rise to my knees, then finally, my feet. My legs give a small impulse of un-willingness.
“Meow!”
A small object slams into my right shoulder, sending renewed fatigue and pain cascading through my body.
“Gah!”
I holler as I grip the shoulder, I spin to see what has hit me. My eyes meet with two small black almonds that sit within a red metallic body of cat like qualities. It is Sato, Cran’s Sato…
My hopes lift, if Sato is here, then Cran is not far away, and if she is here, then the others are as well. Joy starts to take hold, until, what I least expected happens… Sato runs into my chest, slamming herself against my breast bone, trying to snuggle there… I hear cries of pan and sadness slowly rise from the small, frightened mag.
Unsure of what to do, I bring my arms around her, and try my best to comfort her. The realization of the situation hits me just as hard as Sato did… Cran isn’t here, and she is in trouble. I know full well Sato would not be like this unless so, and if Cran is in trouble… So are the others…
“There, there. We’ll get her back, I promise Sato.”
The tiny mag looks into my eyes with its own sad questioning ones, asking,
“Promise?”
“I promise we will.”
With that said, the tiny mag takes a normal position above my right shoulder.
“This is going to be very, very, different.”
Sato bears her fangs at the comment in an instant flash of anger.
“Not in a bad way though Sato, honest!”
Her fangs quickly reside, being replaced by a small and innocent smile. I merely shake my head.
I begin walking towards the tower in the center of the field, hoping to find clues there as to what happened. As my steps become closer and closer to ominous spectrum, Sato cowers more and more behind my shoulder. Fear dwelling in her small almond eyes. My heart jumps staring back at them, knowing what ever it is, it has her frightened… Mags never get frightened…
A small gleam of light from the ground catches my eyes. I look down, shielding my eyes from its glow. I pick up the object; they are a small pair of half moon spectacles… Sage’s glasses…
“This isn’t good… What happened here…?”
A low warm and gentle land breeze pushes a stray lock of hair into my left eye. I quickly brush the strand away as my long braid slowly moves with the wind. As the breeze settles, my hair falls back into place.
I pick up the glasses, looking them over, hoping I am wrong in my first assumption. My guess, is sadly right though. Gently taking them up, I place his glasses within a small white item box, and place it within my inventory.
I begin again, my fears growing with each icy step of dread that I take. A small piece of cloth flutters in the breeze. It slowly, dips, twirls, and spins in front of me till I reach out and grab it. Horror continues leaching into my cold blood… HolyChaos’ bandana flutters in my grasp as the wind continues. As I go to place one foot in front of the other, once more, again a reflection of light catches my eye. It is a single bullet casing…
“They are all gone…”
I slowly breathe these words. The reality of them still not hitting home as I place the other two items in item containers as well, placing them also within my small inventory.
“No… No, they can’t be… It just isn’t true!”
I scream my anger and frustration echoing through the silently colored field.
“Damnit! This was my fight, my battle, my responsibility! Never theirs!”
Tears form at my eyes, knowing I have failed to retain my own promise once more.
“Damn them! Why, why did they do it!? I never asked for them to help, this was my fault! My sin to repent for! They didn’t have to pay for it!”
Anguish, soon followed by despair, and then sadness, anger, frustration, hopelessness, follow on the heels of one another. My eyes cringe close as the tears fall from them. Hot and slow they fall as my life slowly beads out into the dirt as the cascade to it below.
I stand silently, the only noise being the occasional breeze in the colorful field of death and sorrow. My feet begin to push me forward once more towards the altar. I laugh, as I stare at my feet placing themselves, one before the other…
Time fades, I do not understand if minutes or seconds pass by me. My feet reach the cold stone monolith at last, time coming back to me in a hard cold gut punch. The weather changes, the sky darkens, the soil looses its fertility, and the grass and flowers slowly wither before my eyes. Their faces shattering before as their petals fall lifelessly to the cold and dark earth below. Hopelessly to the ground they twirl, each one, a nameless face, a long forgotten person a soul, lost, on the breath of the wind.
I reach the black marble tomb. The sky is black, the mountains gray, the ground, dead and lifeless. My hand shutters as it reaches for the altar, it shakes like a small dried leaf in a harsh, cold, north wind.
“Please… If you can all hear me… I, am sorry for not being able to stop this. You all should have never come here, it was my battle, and mine alone. Please, forgive me for not having the strength to stop this sooner.”
My hand lays upon the small black stone casket. The ground tremors, the tower disappears in a small breeze, slowly fading away from existence.
“Well, well, you’ve come at last.”
“Sojorian! You bastard!”
“Haha! A little late for the anger speeches don’t you think?”
“Gaaah!”
I charge the FOmar in blood red, he stands there, waiting. I draw forth my Chain Sawd, the small outer rim revs to life as it germinates from its capsule into my open palms. The FOmar laughs, and twirls as I deliver the first attack, he counters with a high knee strike to my lower abdomen, I fall to the ground, my sword clattering on to the stone cold earth.
“What a worthless fool you are. If only you mother hadn’t been so… Human…”
The FOmar draws his katana, sliding his fingers along the grip as the last of the clouded light gleams of the genteel blade. His tongue licks his lips, they shine in the low light, he places his right foot forward, and then charges head on. He slashes at my body; I bring my Purple Ring up to block the blow. I hear the clang of the two twin metals clash upon one another, then, a solid crack and snap resounds through the dead plain. My purple ring shows a shatter mark upon it, his blade then slices through it, missing my wrist by mere inches. The ring then falls to the ground in two. As it reaches the life deprived rock, it shatters, fragmenting into millions of pieces, the shards of my will and hope are carried away by the wind as it blows by once more.
“Haha! AHAHA! You fool! Did you really believe that piece of junk memento would save you for long? Ha! What a fool you are to hold on to such things.”
His laughter echoes in my mind, rage fills me, I quickly draw my twin red daggers, spinning on the balls of my heels I rise in a sharp twist, sending my twin red blades across his exposed throat. He gurgles as the hot photon cuts into his vocal cords, wind pipe and main arteries. Blood sprays forth in a torrent of fine mist, spraying my white suit and face. As the FOmar falls backwards staring back at me with disbelieving eyes, my face is half covered in his blood, my own cyan eyes stare back at his falling body with no care or remorse in them. I clear the blood from my face and eye in a single swipe of my right arm. The left side of my suit covered from shoulder to mid section, a now fine pink hue.
As his body falls to the ground with a near silent thump, his eyes gloss over, his hindered breathing ceases to try and draw another breath. His heart stops, and his head tilts to one side as his brain is no longer able to tell his body to hold it in such a position. A few seconds pass as the remnants of his blood spray forth from his gash, a small red fountain in a dull gray sky. The last few droplets of blood fall from my face and clothes on to his blood stained robes. A low throaty cackle suddenly escapes his mangled throat. My eyes stare with no emotion as the body slowly rises, its neck still bent back. With a sickening snap and slop of detached blood soaked skin and muscle slapping against one another, the head springs back to its normal position. Sojorian’s voice sounds from the body, but a low undertone is within it.
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Post by HunterColt22 on Aug 13, 2006 12:17:42 GMT -5
“Ha-ha, did you really think killing me would end this?”
“No…”
“Ha-ha… How clever the little one is. This fool tried to absorb me, his body was no more then a mere husk when you fought it. His soul long gone and my own. Your own will be the same shortly, and your body, It will become my new vessel to brake forth from this hell that I am trapped in. Ha-Ha, prepare thine self. For you shall die today!”
The dead sack of skin crumples to the ground once more, the head falling back like a hinge as the force that held it up and gave it movement departs. As the body crumples to the ground, a sound catches my attention. Soon, dust rises from the ground, a massive dust cloud slowly envelopes the area. Shielding my eyes, I wait for the dust to settle to see what horror awaits me in this final battle.
As the dust settles, I bring my hands back and open my eyes, my mouth drops in horror as I stare out at the scene. Upon the ground are thousands upon thousands of faces stuck in contorted fits of pain and laughter. The noise begins again, tiny top like objects slowly pull forth from the ground. As each one rises to full length, it hovers a few inches above the ground, coming to about mid chest height. I draw my twin red hued daggers, watching and waiting. The things slowly being to spin in sequence and rhythm, some faster, some slower, all slowly though begin to encircle me…
I lash out at the nearest one, hoping my blade will be able to break it in one powerful blow. As my blade reaches the target, it shoots right through the dark tainted object of blacks, browns and purples. As I re-correct myself and ready for another lunge, the tiny top spins into my side, I twirl about it, narrowly missing the sharp blade cutting into my stomach. As I come to a stop, another spins by and cuts through my battle suit and into my left side. I holler in pure pain as it slices through my skin like a coal through paper, lighting my skin on fire as it passes.
I grip my side as red liquid squeezes forth from the cracks in my fingers. Sweat pours down my brow, into my eyes, I squint, blinking away the pain it brings with it. Another comes closer to me, I twirl once more and deliver a bone shattering slash to the object, again, my blade goes through it as if it were a mere illusion. Over shooting the target, it passes under my arm and cuts by my right side. Another long and shallow gash cuts across my body, bring pain and blood forth.
I fall to my knees as the pain over takes me for a brief agonizing moment. The tops spread out suddenly, realign themselves, then press in upon me once more.
A voice sounds, a low and throaty voice of rage and glee echoes over the barren field.
“Ha-ha-ha… Such an easy fight, already you are down and almost out. What a pathetic sight, and to think, you will be my new vessel, even Rico lasted longer then you.”
The words disappear on the wind as soon as they came to my ear. Breathing heavily, I raise, my body refusing me request with each inch I rise. I finally stand up. Blood slowly falls down my sides as I stand, my battle suit is slowly stained red rust. Casting a quick bout of Resta upon my body closes the wounds and dulls the minor ache. As I ready my twin red hued blades once more, the tops pick up speed, their spinning increases, and a small whine suddenly sounds as they begin their approach.
I dodge the nearest one, slashing at its mid section as I go, again my blade only travels through it as if water.
“What are these things?!”
I hear the small whine of another approach my back, diving to the right I avoid its sharp saw teeth dig into my back by inches. I roll to my feet avoiding another of the deadly tops miss my left side by inches once again. Another approaches from the front and back, I look back and forth between both of them. They close in fast, my heart pounds, at the last instant I have, I jump over the one behind myself, my body rolling into a ball, landing upon my feet with my hands on the ground to regain my balance as fast as I can.
Another rakes across my back, sending pain down my spine. I fall to the ground with a holler of pain, I feel warm blood slowly leak out of the wound as once again, the cuts are shallow and non life threatening, just painful and draining…
“Is this what you plan to do then, just let me die slowly in constant pain? Heh, you have no clue on who I am then…”
“Oh, but I believe I do young HUmar, for you see, I know all about who I touch, even if their soul was never bounded to me. Hehe, The human body is nothing to marvel at, you are like any other type of slaughter; your body has its limits on pain and the blood that it can have drained from it before you collapse. Heh, and from the looks of it, your time is almost up.”
The voice fades once more; my eyes grow dim for a brief moment as I rise to my feet. My head feels light; it swims through a watery thought pattern. I wobble on my feet, I feel my body grow heavy, my arms sag slightly. I concentrate, pain rears itself in my head, intensifying with each grain of TP I use to cast another small Resta upon my body to lax its fatigue, and heal the shallow cuts once again that ravage it.
My eye sight grows dim, and I fall. As the world goes black it seems to slow time to a non existent thing. My mind asks me, “Is this truly the end? Am I to die here, in this place? Did I even try to win…?” My body slowly falls into the ink jet blackness that swallows me welcomingly, the last sight my eyes see is that of a small ray of light, I reach to it, I feel a warm glow come from it as I grasp it in my hand, only to have my mind go black, and my eyes close…
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Awaking with a groan the young HUmar becomes restless; his body contorts as his mind finally escapes the dark grasp of unconsciousness. His eyes open slowly staring into a black void, his mind wanders, where is he, what happened? He slowly rises to a sitting position, shaking his head to clear it of indecisive thoughts, and conflicting lies and truths. As his vision clears and his senses return, he slowly stands. The room gives off a dull red glow, the floor turns a blood red, it slowly begins to pulsate with the rhythm of a heart beat. “Ba-dum…Ba-dum…Ba-dum.” On and on it goes, a slow steady beat of dread and fear.
A low cackle sounds behind the Hunter; he turns on his heels, his eyes coming to stare into a pair that is pearl white. He stares, his jaw drops in horror, a black silhouette stands before him, its mouth open and cackling, its eyes, a ghost white staring into his own, demanding for him to come closer. Colt backs away, his eyes stare in pure terror at the creature that slowly curls its fingers towards him, demanding that the young Hunter come forward.
“What in hell are you?”
“He is you, and you are it.”
A small voice sounds to his right, the young Hunter turns, he looks into the eyes of Sage, the FOmar stares back through his half moon spectacles, a look of distance and sadness resides in them, replacing the normal optimism and witty humor.
“Sage?! I thought you were dead!”
“Death… How that could be a nice option as of now, though I would still prefer to live.”
“…What do you mean, “nice option…””
“He means we are neither dead nor alive anymore, we are lost in between those two worlds, and we are neither counted among the living or dead… We are just, something in the middle…”
Cranberry’s voice rings out from Colt’s left, he turns to stare at the FOnewarl, her eyes, a normal life filling brown that could make anyone smile, are now filled with dread. Her hair in it’s common but cute ponytail bobs with an unfelt wind and movement as she steps closer to Colt.
“What… How can we be either dead or living…? It doesn’t make sense.”
“Then again young Humanoid neither does the entity you were fighting. My scanners failed to pick up anything here, we could only watch as you fought. That luxury, if you could call it that, was given to us… Like the others said we are not of the function or terminated, we are in between those two… What that is, even I can not tell.”
Striker’s monotone voice fills the empty space with sadness and dread that kills all hope. The spectrum continues to laugh and cackle in low undertones as the conversation carries on, all the while gleefully staring at the young Hunter, demanding him to edge closer to it.
“… Then, what is that thing…”
Colt looks towards the laughing shadow, its eyes gleam at the mention of itself. It turns towards the others and laughs once again, that insane laughter, it reaches out for them but retracts before it gets within five feet of them, holding its arm in pain. Only, it laughs as the pain spreads through its arm and body, a maddening sound of glee escapes its throat.
“That thing, is you Colt…”
HolyChaos steps from the shadows, his white robe billows in an unforeseen wind, his eyes, a light blue now, display a far away look. His hair slightly ruffled and his bandana slightly askew.
“That thing isn’t me!? I am myself!”
“What he means Colt, is that it is a part of you… That thing is your taint, the dark part of your heart and soul.”
Sage’s voice rings out in pure clarity as he delivers these words to Colt. The battle torn HUmar shakes his head, unwilling to believe something of that evil, a darkness of that caliber could be a part of him.
“No, no… That is not a part of me. It can’t be! That isn’t me!”
“Colt… Just as you have come to except your origins and past, you must come to except who you are and what is a part of you.”
Cranberry says, her voice carrying the soft undertone of a loved one. The young HUmar places his hand over his head, tears form in his soft cyan eyes. Colt scrunches his eyes shut, trying to disprove them, trying to banish what it is he sees in front of him. His hand over his ears, he tries to block out the things maddening laughter as it watches on in pure glee.
“That isn’t a part of me! It can’t be! I won’t let it be!”
The young HUmar screams to them, the tears falling from his eyes as his mind splits. It forms two halves slowly, it begins to separate itself, the reality, into an illusion. He begins to cry then, Colt begins to cry, unsure of what he is and what he can believe now.
“What am I?! What am I?! can any one answer me that?!”
“You are Colt, Hunter Class, Sub Class HUmar, and Section ID that of Skyly, you are the child of a RAcaseal surrogate mother. That is what you, nothing more, and nothing less. Most of all, you are our friend, and the last hope of our people.”
Colt stares at the hulking RAcast, his eyes wet from tears that continue to run down his face. He slowly rises as his eyes begin to clear once again. His head still stares at the floor as the last of the tears drip to it.
“I… I am… I am Colt…”
“Yes, that you are.”
“I am myself… What is inside of me, is still me, I am still Colt, in my heart and soul.”
“Yes, you are… Everything, taint and darkness included.”
“…”
“Even if a part of you is evil, it doesn’t mean you are… It is a part of you, which can never change, what can change is how you use it, and weather or not you can harness it.”
“…”
“Knowing all that you are, accepting all that is you, past, present, future, and what you are…”
“I… I… I see that now… Thank you, all of you.”
With that the HUmar raises his head to stare towards the shadow, the silhouette cackles as he comes closer. It reaches out towards him as he approaches. As Colt comes within reach of the shadow, it recoils, its arms snapping back to its side. The thing tries to hide, squirm, run away from the approaching HUmar. It hisses to it self.
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Post by HunterColt22 on Aug 13, 2006 12:20:08 GMT -5
“He is not the same! Why does he not fear me! Why master, why?! You said he would fear me, and we would control him easily! Why does he not fear us anymore?!”
As the young Hunter touches the dark bit of his soul, a bright light cascades around both forms, both merge into one being.
“I am… Whole, and myself… Nothing has changed… I know what I am… I am the by product of an experimentation to create the ultimate weapon and life…. For that, I have paid the price, I am tainted now and forever more with this evil that tries to breed and squirm inside my soul…. It is a part of me, and I am a part of it. Nothing can change that. I am whole, and I do not fear it anymore…”
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“Gahh… My head… My body…”
“Meow! Meow, meow!”
Sato cries to me over my right shoulder, my eyes snap open, remembering where I am. I spring to my feet, my blades drawn once more. Something is different, I look down my body, the marks are gone, and all my fatigue and pain is gone as well.
“What… How can this be… You are supposed to be mine now.”
“Like I said, you do not know who I am at all.”
“Heh, we shall see young HUmar, now I suggest you pay attention again. Or else be cut down by my darvarants like a flimsy ribbon!”
The tops spring to life again all around me. I ready my blades once more and stare into the heart of battle, my knees lock in place, my arms lock as well. I pause waiting, watching. They begin to move once more. They spin slowly towards me; tops of death and chaos begin their slow descent towards me. I charge the closest one, Sato right behind me. I twirl my body dodging its pass at me, I bring my blade down on to its top, only to once more have my blade pass right through it to strike the cold and lifeless ground.
“Damnit! How I am going to win this if I can’t even attack them!”
A bright light suddenly drops down from the sky, a telepipe sounds, I shield my eyes as the light intensifies. As the glow slowly fades, I bring my arms down, there standing with his own eyes looking straight towards me stands Striker. His arms hold forth a Yask 7000M. Cocking the pump action shotgun he looks towards me, a small smile spreads on his face.
“Are you ready to do this?”
“Help is always welcome.”
“Good, then listen up, let me be your eyes. Shoot where I tell you to, and at what, oh you may need this as well.”
Hefting his arm back to a compartment in his back, Striker brings out a rather strange gun. He tosses the white and purple rifle towards me, catching it; I aim down its barrel only to have its two sides and top spread open like a cobra spreading its hood, ready to strike with its deadly venom.
“What the hell is this Striker?”
“Heh, what? Never seen a Holy Ray before? Humans and Newmans are only able to use it, something to do with the TP flowing through your bodies or something. I never could get my mind wrapped around that tech stuff you guys do, but I don’t complain when it heals me.”
Grasping the hilt of the gun, I wrap my fingers around the slender trigger and aim.
“Listen… You won’t be able to see what it is that I do. Let me be your eyes, fire where I tell you. Got it?”
“… Got it…”
“Good… Then lets get ready. Aim… Fire! At two o’clock the one that is spinning counter clockwise!”
I take up aim and move my stance to two o clock. I hear Striker pump a cartridge into his Yas’ chamber. I stare back down the barrel of my own gun. I look down its slender design, the set of hoods open as I aim a cooling system or energy collection of sorts I guess. My eyes roam from top to top, looking for that one that Striker described to me. Then, I see it, out of the corner of my left eye; I notice its slight wobble on its path towards us.
I hear Striker fire round after round into the massive sea of things, each one falls as he cocks another round into his Yas, smoke slowly begins to rise from its muzzle. I divert my eyes back to the single Darvarant; it spins slightly out of place as it makes its way slowly around us. I take aim, the world slows as I watch it spin, my finger rests on the trigger, I rearrange my fingers, and my grip tightens on the gins handle. My finger tightens upon the trigger, I pull back, I feel the tension as I try to move it all the way back. Then, a click sounds, a second later, a thin blue blot of pure photon streaks from the muzzle of my fire arm, it streaks with speed and grace to its intended target.
It crosses across the barren and fields and strikers the target, the Darvarant grows a bright pink for a brief instant before it sinks to the ground. As the last of Strikers shells clatter to the ground below our feet, the remaining Darvarants sink into the lifeless ground as well. A small chime rings in my ears, I spin around to see the tower, now a black evil color appear from. The ground quakes, I loose my balance for a moment and fall on to my back side. Striker remains standing, staring at the tower.
“Good Luck Colt. I have done all I can…”
With that, the proud RAcast vanishes as quickly in the same light that he appeared in. As the tremors quite down I rise and whip around widely to see if he is truly gone. Striker is no where to be seen. My left hand balls into a fist, my mouth tightens into a straight line as another tear streaks down my right cheek.
“Thank you my friend… I won’t let you down.”
I stare towards the ominous tower, the tremors fade, as they do, the tower explodes forth. As the dust spreads across the barren field in a wild rampage, I shield my eyes. I hear a low growl emit from the epicenter of the explosion, as the dust settles and my vision is no longer blocked by my arm, I see something move in the dust. As it clears, my mouth drops in horror, there standing in the center, is a monster… A four headed monster. It looks towards me with a small smile on all its sadistic faces, a low laugh emits from all for as it slides towards me on its three pronged tentacle body…
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Striker lands on his feet as the light fades around him. He lands upon the red floor once again with a soft soundless clang, as his eyes refocus he sees the other three standing there waiting to see if it worked.
“Well… It worked.”
“Heh, I figured it might.”
Sage smiles as the words fall from his mouth, staring at Striker down the bridge of his nose through his glasses though, he can see the RAcast has one other comment to make. Striker returns the stare, a small smile of sarcasm spreads over his face, his eyes meet Sage’s.
“I swear Sage; you ever even think of making me the test subject for something having to do with TP ever again… I will kick your ass so hard and far you will need to replace it with a metal one just so you can sit right!”
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As it slithers towards me, I replace my Holy Ray and strap my Red Daggers once more to my hands. I ready as it approaches. Its foremost mouth opens, tens upon tens of Darvarants spring froth from the dark maw. The tops spin mercilessly towards me. Acting fast I slam my twin hued blades back into their respective hilts and draw forth my Chain Sawd once again. As the blade springs to life from its red capsule, the outer rims demand gore once again. Charging towards the orifice that is one of its head, I hack through the waves of Darvarants, unlike the others before them, these fall to my blade in a small display of pink glows as my blade cuts through them in a swift motion.
I slash through another, suddenly a pain rakes across my back; I twirl around and bring my massive brand straight down upon another. I soon begin spinning upon the balls of my feet dodging the deadly blades, left, and right, behind and in front of me. I am surrounded in a giant circle of scythes. I begin to panic, there is just no end to them, the more I slice through, the more just appear to take their place from that giant mouth. I have an idea, strapping my Chain Sawd to my back I activate my Holy Ray’s capsule once again, as the gun springs forth, I snatch it from the air, aim quickly and fire three successive rounds straight towards the beast.
The first of the three slams into a Darvarant, it quickly falls in a small display of pink and purples light displaying in its center. The other two rounds streak towards the target ever more. A second Darvarant spins into their path taking out another lance of photon energy. The last one streaks forward. Another Darvarant spins towards it.
The lance of blue photon passes by it and slams into the gaping mouth of the foul thing of darkness. The beast hollers in rage as it lifts its damaged mouth off the ground. All the Darvarants surrounding me suddenly sink into the ground below. The foul thing stalks towards me, its twin arms glowing, its right, showing a bright red in the darkened sky. Its left, glowing a cold blue to match its body. As I stare at the towering figure I back away, its mere size, that of a quarter of Pioneer two.
It slams its left arm square into the ground inches before me, the sudden impact sends chips of rock and earth slamming into me, tearing at my exposed skin and battle suit. Small cuts and gashes engulf my body, blood trickles forth from the fresh cuts. I cast a quick Resta over my body, the gashes stop their bleeding, though the ache and pain of them still lingers.
It cackles again as I back away from its arm, I turn around, to my horror I finally see why it was laughing. We are upon a plateau. As I stare down the abyss that encircles us, it draws its body closer; I quickly push forward, trying to gain as much distance from the edge as possible. Falz tries to push me off the edge, I race along its side, hoping I can make it in time; I dive, sliding on my back I just barely pass under one of its tentacle feet/necks to escape falling to my death.
As I come to a stop I turn around and spring to my feet once more, a low laugh emits from it again, its right arm grows brighter, he aims it towards me, a sudden whine is heard, one I am all to familiar with, as his arm pulls back from the shock, a massive chain of Raofies Begin to explode towards me with an impossible speed. I brace for the impact of the blow. An intense heat washes over me followed by the air being sucked forth from the immediate area, the whine sounds followed by the explosion. The force slams me back to land on my back side.
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Post by HunterColt22 on Aug 13, 2006 12:21:23 GMT -5
As my eyes readjust I stare upon the black sky. I push myself to a leaning position upon my elbows. I look over myself; my whole suit is singed from foot to neck. My head is undamaged thankfully. I ache as the heat took its toll upon my fatigued ridden body. It cackles again and aims its left arm. Not waiting to see what happens now, I roll to my left. I hear a sudden whine; a cold blast of air suddenly hits me, causing my air ways to suddenly be cut off for a brief second. As the cold snap passes I look back to were I was. The area is glossed in shine of pure ice.
“High powered Rabarta and Rafoie…”
It cackles again, extending both of its arms skyward, it stares towards the star less sky. It emits a low growl, a suddenly light white pierces the colorless plain, as the twin geysers of pure white light fire from its twin sickled arms, they vanish into the darkened sky. Staring up, twenty small pin pricks suddenly dot my vision, they descend like lances slamming into the ground around me, once slams directly into my chest. I am blinded by pure pain, my vision goes white.
It should be the end, I should be dead, yet the only reason I know I am not is because of the intense pain shooting through my system. I roll over on to my stomach in pain from the energy slamming into my chest, I try to holler in pain and rage, no sound comes from my throat, the pain, to much for mere hollers and screams. As the intensity passes, my vision clears once again, my face staring at the ground, I slowly push myself to my feet with great effort, sweat drops off my brow like a rain storm. A single edge scythed arm sweeps me, slamming into the right of my mid section, it sends me flying into the ground once more. I slam into the dirt, sliding upon my side. I come to a rest, the wind has been knocked out of me, I try to breathe, desperately trying to suck in oxygen as my air starved body demands it.
Finally, I breathe, only to cough up blood a few seconds later. A red splotch falls to the ground as I hack it up. I wipe my mouth, my own blood, now staining the left had portion of my battle suit; it shows brightly against the white. I try to rise to me feet, only to fall to my knees in pain, I feel along my right side, I wince in pain as my hand slowly drapes across it. I try to count how many ribs I’ve broken… It feels as if I have broken them all… My world spins in a sea of sudden pain and another violent cough that sends me to the edge of consciousness and back. More blood appears on the ground in front of me. My breathing wavers in between frantic gasps and shallow breaths, just trying to keep up with the demand of my body to sit here and remain alive. Using all of my remaining strength I cast Resta through out my entire body once again.
The pain lets up a little, I feel along my side once more, I feel a few ribs are mended, others though, are still not fully restored, my breathing is still labored as pain racks my body with each gasp for a breath I take. I try to stand once more, my body offering another protest, but I am able to stand and draw my twin red blades once more. I ready myself as best as I can in another battle ready stance.
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Falz laughs at him, this pathetic creation is still fighting, after the beating it has received; it would have made a normal person or humanoid dysfunctional a long time ago… Though, Falz doesn’t mind, he did always enjoy getting a reason to put the souls it would consume through torture before devouring them, it believed the process added a pristine taste to them. Though the Hunter that stands before him now is almost done, his stance is weak, his legs barely have the strength to hold him up, his breathing is labored, and blood is coughed up by the Hunter every once in a while, a clear sign that a rib has punctured a lung.
Falz prepares another divine punishment strike to end it. There is no more fun to be had with this one. He prepares the strike and launches it. A sudden light descends to the field; a telepipe sound fills the room as it falls and impacts the ground in front of its intended victim. As the dust clears and the light vanishes, a FOmar stands in the wake of aftermath, his white robes billow in an unfelt wind. His eyes lock with Falz’s, the Force’s mouth opens.
“Heh, told you I would be back.”
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A bright light cascades down in front of me, I shield my eyes as the glow intensifies. As the intensity fades, my eyes slowly open, there standing before me is HolyChaos, his blue eyes and cyan hair show easily against the white of his robes and the surrounding darkness.
“… Wow… What happened to you? Did he run over you or something?”
“Heh, close enough trust me. Ack Gah! *cough*”
More blood spurts from my mouth as another coughing fit over takes me, I fall to my right knee in pain. Red soaks into the ground as the last of the blood dribbles down my chin.
“Worse then I thought… I hope this works…”
With that, the FOmar stands before me, closes his eyes and concentrates. A soothing flow flows through my body, caressing my sore wounds, tending to my broken bones. As the feeling fades, I feel along my side once again, all my ribs are mended and back in place, I breathe, a no longer agonizing task, no longer only the pain keeping me alive. I straighten, my eyes coming fully open.
“Thank you HolyChaos.”
“Heh, next time you get in a scrape like this, you are on your own Colt.”
A small smile plays across his face, and I can only grin back. A sudden appearance of light slams me back to reality, the cascading attack of energy burns closer to us from the heavens. HolyChaos turns towards the descending lights, as they approach, he slams his hands down on to the ground, a sudden surge of Tech energy cascades around us in a dome shape. The light crashes into the shield, a blinding flash ensues, blinding me. As the light fades, my vision clears and un-blurs, the dome of tech energy slowly falls back into the earth and HolyChaos rises.
“Colt… Listen to me, this thing, that you fight now, the battle is far from over… He is not even at his full potential yet. He is just toying with you as we speak.”
“….”
“But, you have to win, you are stronger then it, have no doubts in it, we do not.”
“We… So you are all alive then?”
“As said before… We are neither dead or alive as of now… But, if you lose, one thing is certain, we all be dead…”
“…”
“Listen to me… In this form, the heads are the key to stopping him, only one though. That blue one that, is the one that is the switch. Attack that, and kill it, and then he will change again.”
“Got it.”
“Good, then lets get started, mind letting my barrow that Holy Ray you have? I kind of lost mine.”
Grabbing the capsule containing the rifle, I toss it to him, it activates while within the air, as it spins he grasps it by the hilt, brings it down and aims. He fires two lances towards it, they strike with pure precision directly into the monstrosity’s right eye. Purple blood spurts in huge torrents of gore, covering the ground in its purple mess. The blue head lowers and opens its mouth, Darvarants begin to spin and whistle forth from it in a blinding pace. HolyChaos stops his shots, concentrates for a brief moments as his fingers extend to his forehead, he then shoots his arm straight out. A sudden heat wave slams forward in the form of twin balls of fire that slowly make their way across the field, scorching anything in their path.
“Now Colt! Go!”
I stare at the head as the twin fire balls scorch the path ahead of me. I turn back to him and nod my head, with that I race off. As the twin balls of fire burn out, having destroyed the Darvarants in a mass of fire and pink lights, I charge forward upon the scorched earth, the ash cracking beneath my feet.
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“This is all I can offer you Colt… Good Luck, though I know you will not need it.”
With that, HolyChaos disappears from the battle field the same way he appeared upon it. A flash of light shines and the telepipe noise sounds once again as he disappears from the field, the only think marking his presence is a single tear that falls to the ground where he once stood, quickly disappearing into the hot ash it lands upon.
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As I approach the lower head I leap into the air, my Chain Sawd being draw from its capsule. I brace the blade forward as I descend, the massive brand slams into the beasts flesh, the photon teeth eating away at its neck as I push all my weight against it as I fall back to earth. Blood and gore spatters forth from the tearing flesh, I finally land, yanking my blade free from the creature’s massive neck/tentacle. My blade brings with it a fresh wave of blood and gore, the purple blood rains down upon the ground and I as its now severed neck continues to pump gallons upon gallons of the blood to the decapitated head.
I place the massive sword upon my right shoulder as purple blood oozes down my face and body; I turn to stare at the creature as it hollows in pain. It goes limp suddenly, its upper body slowly limps, blood stops pouring on to the ground below my feet, a purple pool now ten by five feet covers the ground in its slick mess. The lower half of its body disappears; the upper half remains though, finally, another portion juts out from its mid section and forms its lower half, a bulbous red orb stands as its bottom half now, as it descends slowly into the abyss, only a small portion compared to the rest of its body remains above the plateau.
Another roar emits from Falz as it prepares for another round, I stare into its massive yellow and blood red eyes. I show no signs of fear, I re position my blade into a battle stance, then… I charge.
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HolyChaos’ hair wavers as his feet touch the floor, his light blue eyes open as he takes in the darkness once again, the three others stare back at him. He sighs, his face growing grim, but a small smile soon appears on it as well. His eyes light up in the dim world that surrounds them all.
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Post by HunterColt22 on Aug 13, 2006 12:22:41 GMT -5
“Heh, it seems he is advancing, judging by our host’s increasing cries of frustration, and the lingering hold we feel from him.”
“Does, this mean that we will be free of him once Colt wins?”
Cranberry asks, a small ray of hope spreading from her small brown eyes. HolyChaos looks down into them, he begins to speak, but can not bring himself to break the hope that has now sprung into her eyes. To crush it, would mean that she would have nothing left to try for… Sage comes to his aid, the Older FOmar places a reassuring hand on Cranberry’s left shoulder, he kneels down to her level and looks her in the eyes, his own brown ones showing fear and anxiousness through his spectacles.
“That is just it Cran… No one is sure what will happen to us if Colt wins… We only know what will happen if Colt loses… That is all will die. All we can do, is to help Colt as best as we can, as much as we can. If he requires it, if he wins, yes there is a chance that we will be fine and live again… We also have to accept that even if he does win, we could be trapped here as well…”
“But… If he wins, everyone else will be saved right? Him, DF, Raiden, right?”
“Yes Cran, all of them will be well, if Colt wins.”
Cranberry’s eyes lower for a moment, thought passing over her as she process all this. Knowing the risks and prospective out comes of what can happen should either path be taken. Her head tilts upon to look upon the others once more.
“Well, why are we waiting here?! Let’s help him! You all know he gets himself hurt way to often.”
Sage laughs, Striker just looks away as a small smile spreads on his face, the truth all to clear to him and funny. HolyChaos just stares on at them, a grin upon his face.
“Such friendship they all have.”
“Hmm, did you say something HC?”
The young FOmar, startled looks towards the source of the voice, Cran is looking at him with questioning eyes.
“No, I said nothing, nothing at all.”
“You are weird you know that.”
With that comment she sticks her tongue out at him in a playful manner.
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Its right arm lowers onto the battle field, it glows a cold blue and fires a round of chained Rabartas that sweep across the field, diving to my left and rolling I narrowly avoid the on coming attack of devastating ice. I push up on my arms and stare to my right, the ground cover in a solid sheet of ice. I rise to my feet and charge once again, Falz’s left arm now lowers, it charges a bright orange glow, then fires. A sudden wave of heat slams into me, slamming me hard into the ground. As the intense heat passes and my vision begins to clear, a sound catches my attention; earth begins to shift around me as the Rafoies cease their explosive charges. I spring to my feet just as a Darvarant clears the ground where my neck was, two more spring forth like drills as they rise to my abdomen level, with blinding speed the encroach upon me, Thinking fast, I slice through the nearest two, then twirl and let other pass my by harmlessly.
As I come back around to face the monstrosity once more, one of its twin pronged arms slams into me. My right arm takes the brunt of the blow, it slams hard into my body, slamming me against. As I try to scramble up to recover from the strike, my right arm gives out with a surge of relentless pain and anguish.
“GAHHHHH!”
I grip my arm, its feels as if thousands upon thousands of hot knives have just been jammed into it, each one, finding a new spot of untouched flesh to stab through and cause more pain. I cringe against the pain and rise, my arm, now a dead weight to me. I cast another does of Resta upon my body, numbing the arm as not to have it cause me anymore of a distraction then it is now. I quickly replace my now lop sided Chain Sawd back into its capsule and onto my belt. I then equip my left hand Red Dagger, twirling it in the palm of my hand, I snap it into place in my palm and ready in a defensive stance. My body crouched low to the ground, ready to move or strike should I have the opportunity.
Both his arms point skyward as his body descends on to the battle field, a shattering shockwave is sent over the plane as his twin arms fire off another burst of pure Light energy. I try to move, my feet won’t respond after the shockwave though; it feels as if they are stuck to the ground, as if each leg feels like dead weight that I must drag across the ground to advance barely an inch. I look sky ward, the rays of light descend upon me rapidly, I brace my self for the impact, defending as best as I can.
I feel the slam of the rays crush into the earth below, and around me, yet no pain envelopes my body, I am not on the ground hollering in pure pain once again. I open my eyes and remove my arms from my face, examining myself; my body is unscathed, but how… I wonder.
“Meow!”
Sato cries with a voice of triumph and glee, I stare at the mag as she smiles at me, in a fashion for once that does not say, “I am going to bite you soon.” She twirls about in the air, I notice a sudden light yellow glow radiating from the little mag, one of her special abilities once her current Hunter she is protecting has taken significant damage, she is able to enable a protective screen around herself and the Hunter. I smile at the small mag and pet her gentley over the top of her head. For once, she does not make a lunge to eat my fingers, but brushes up against them in an affectionate manner.
“Thank you Sato.”
“Well that is odd, never thought I would see that strange a site in my whole life.”
I turn to look towards the all too familiar voice, I see Cran standing off to my right, hold before her a Windmill. She smiles, rises the weapon up, and casts a flurry of techniques around us. A flash of green, red and blue surrounds us. The pain in my arm is soothed to a dull ache, I flex the arm, testing it, still tender and sore but functional once again. The twin techniques of Shifta and Deband empower my body even more.
“Colt, we must attack its lower region on it.”
“I am guessing that would be the big red bulbous thing it sits on right?”
“Yeah, think of it as a really big butt that is annoyingly hard to kick oddly.”
I smile if only slightly, I turn to stare at Falz as it readies for another strike. It lowers both arms, both charging up, one a fierce orange under glow, the other, a cold and heartless blue. The twin arms fire off, a searing round of Rabartas and Rafoies, scorch and suffocate the land in a sea of fire and ice. Cranberry charges forward, her Windmill blade spinning as if in a hurricane of unimaginable proportions. As she reaches the ground in front of me, she slams the blade of her Windmill into the cold and lifeless ground. A huge torrent of rocks files forward, slamming into the advancing wave of ice and fire. A loud pop and hiss is heard as the rock melts and cools instantaneously. A sudden smoke fills the battle field, blasting into our vision with blinding speed and force. I brace myself against the strong shockwave. My eyes flutter open as the wind passes, the two attacks have disappeared, Cran turns back to me and smiles.
“All right! It worked! Cool!”
“What?! Cran, you mean to tell me you did that not knowing if we would live or not?”
“Well yeah, I just thought it would be fun to try. The worst that could have happened was we would have had a bad case of “freezer burn”.”
“… Ugh… Bad pun Cran, very bad pun.”
Ignoring the grin of delight that has spread across her cute face, I charge forward, gaining as much distance as possible before Falz has a chance to try that again. I hear Cran’s feet only a few steps behind my own as we press ahead. As we approach it, an idea springs to my head that, one that can end this before any more chances must be taken, looking back to Cran, I hope she can understand what I am about to try. I look back to her, her eyes look into mine, I pray she can guess what I am thinking, she looks to our target, back to my cyan orbs, nods and smiles.
“Okay… Here it goes!”
I just before I reach Falz, I slam my heels into the ground digging into a slide, I stop a few feet before the beast, I wait, hunched over in a crouch with my hands upon the ground. Seconds tick by, fears start to plague my mind, what if Cran did not get the hint, what if she did not understand what I was trying to do, what if she is in harm right now, and I was too stupid to notice it. My fears disappear with the weight of a small foot upon my hunched over back, as another foot runs along my back, I feel a sudden surge of weight, and then nothing. I bring my body up to a full standing stance and press on watching as Cranberry goes through the air, at the height of her jump she is at the top most part of the Falz’s lower section. Her Windmill’s blade spins with the ferocity of a demon wind, she brings the blade home into the creatures under section, using her weight, she cause the blade to drag down its entirety. As her feet touch the ground, she yanks the blade free, pulling with it a mess of purple blood and gore, she twirls the Windmill, having the mess removed from the blade in a fine sense of grace and fashion.
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Post by HunterColt22 on Aug 13, 2006 12:24:19 GMT -5
As she does this, the wound she made opens and blood begins to quickly pour from it, knowing Falz can heal himself fast, I quickly react, starting from the far right of the large, ass for lack of a better term, I slam my massive Chain Sawd into it. Activating its devastating teeth, then grabbing to its hilt, I drag it through him. The dark entity screams in a rage filled yells of pain and agony. My blade fully embedded to its hilt drags across, cutting across the middle of the wound Cranberry made seconds before hand.
As I come to the other side, I wretch my brand free from its imprisonment, blood and gore spurts forth from the open and gashouse wound, blood squirts out of it like a waterfall, I feel some of it land on my left side, adding to the rust red colored stains of my own blood and that of Sojorian’s. Falz gives a final death cry as its body can not handle the sudden and massive blood loss, even if it is the taint. Its body slowly begins to fall forward, grabbing Cran, I run out of its way and dive, as the lower part of its body slams into the ground, causing a shockwave to send me falling off my feet. My head slams hard into the ground, and I black out.
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Cranberry reappears before the others, accompanying her this time is Sato. She grins devilishly as it spies Sage, her original and favorite chew toy.
“Look! Look! I brought a friend with me! See, she is happy to see you Sage!”
Sage merely musters, a half hearted grin, and looks at Sato, which he has come to know as the devil.
“Lovely… And here I was hoping I would be safe from her for the time being.”
Cranberry giggles uncontrollably as Sato floats above her shoulders and does loops and twirls, happy to be back with her original owner.
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My eyes flutter open, my vision is hazy, my face to the ground which, for some reason is now clear and I see the sky below me. I my eyes snap open instantly, my heart races, my breath catches in my throat. I AM looking down at the ground, I rise to a standing position, my fears rising as I look all around me. I notice nothing but the tops of the mountain peaks, a dull and life less gray. I look below my feet and notice I am standing upon a clear platform with strange markings on it; they remind me of those that are used to summon a Photon Blast. Rare techniques only known to those that share a strong bond with their mag. I look out towards the horizon, I see the platform extends towards it, it is in the shape of a circle with its center missing from it.
I step towards the center edge and look down; there within the center I can see the dead body of Falz. It doesn’t move or stir, suddenly; a low cackle is heard on the breath of the wind. Erupting from the dead corpse, with a sudden explosion of bone breaking sounds, rivers of purple blood, and torrents of gore a figure arises. The mass rises in a dark blue flash into the center of the platform. I fall back from the wind it brings with it. I land on my back side and stare in horror at the two black hollows in the center of its head. A giant opening that can, or might be called a mouth sits just below it, two twin like scythe arms dangle from its sides, their joints looking to weak to even move them with the wind or else, face the torment of breaking them. A long and sharp protrusion juts from the tip of its upper portion of its body/head. Covered in purple blood, it is a mix of discolored blues, greens and yellows.
I rise again, my twin red blades held forth. It gets right to the edge of the platform, goading my to attack it, I give it just what it wants and charge. As my blades reach to touch its tainted flesh, the creature turns a transverse white color, with spots of pinks, greens and bright yellows. My blades clang off Falz, doing no physical signs of damage to it. I jump back reading my blades in a defensive position, Falz flies higher into the darkened sky, once there, it changes back to its original colors for a brief moment, It points its right scythed arm towards me with a low and gleeful cackle of blood lust. A whistle catches my ears, before I have time to react, a bright light clouds my vision followed by an immediate does of pain beyond my comprehension, I am forced to crumple to my knees, the pain to much to even scream for. My voice fails to let out the anguish I feel. Knives, swords, photon bullets, all feel as if they pass through each and every centimeter of my flesh and body. The light leaves my vision, but the pain does not, I am on my knees still, my eyes open in terror as the pain continues to grow with intensity within my body.
Finally my voice is able to let out a yell of tremendous pain and anguish, I cough up blood in the process, its red hue staining the translucent platform below my feet. The creature descends again, its shadow over taking me, a sudden rush of wind slams into my body followed by the back side of a huge arm, slamming me forward into the ground shoulder first. I skid along the smooth surface and come to a stop mere inches from the outside edge. My body racked now in constant pain and torment. My left side now grows in pain with more ferocity, my arm and ribs broken and shattered to dust in my own body. More blood escapes my mouth as I try to breathe in the desperate air that I need.
I try to stand, to fight back, but I can not even try to breathe with out pain seeping through every never and blood cell in my battered body. Falz looks at me and cackles, it raises its right arm, and brings the scythe down to cut me in half. I roll to the right a sudden surge of strength and adrenaline that dulls the pain if only for a few precious moments. It cackles a maddening laugh once more, enjoying my squirming efforts to live and fight back, it raises its other arm now and begins to bring it down upon me, I try to move again, but my body will not obey my pain drenched brain, and nerves. A sudden holler of annoyance and pain shatter the ear piercing whistle of its scythed arm. I look to see what has stopped it, there standing before me is Sage. His right hand raised in a casting position as his robes billow in the sudden wind caused by Falz’s arm sudden stop in its descent towards us.
He quickly turns, looks me over and places both his hands over me, one above my head and the other upon my chest; he closes his eyes in concentration. His brow wrinkles, sweat pores down his face as he summons tech energy. A sudden wave of Resta slams my body with intensity I never knew existed with the tech. I feel my bones regenerate, and the pain slowly die away. My cyan eyes open, I rise and look at him in the eyes, I flex my left arm and hand, no pain resides within them or my left side, I feel along it, all my ribs are restored. I grin, only to double over as a sudden surge of pain emits from my chest.
“Gahh! What is happening?!”
I scream as the pain intensifies, I pick my head up to see Falz point its claw at me, cackling as it does so. My pain increases another ten fold and I am forced to my knees, I scream in pure agony as the pain over takes all my senses, I feel it, taste it, smell it and see the pain that now envelopes me.
The pain suddenly lapses; I fall to the ground, the wind knocked out of me, the lingering memories of the pain, still a fresh scar on my mind. I slowly rise as my lungs take in slow shallow gasps of air. I turn to Sage, his eyes show horror and shock on them that I have never seen in another.
“Colt, listen to me, I do not have much time but please, listen to what I have to say. This is now the apex of Falz’s power, that pain you just felt, I can only imagine what it was like for you, and HolyChaos. He latches a part of his soul on to any who contain the taint within them and control it from there, with the link established; any attack against Falz is an attack against you. Increasing the pain you just felt a hundred fold.”
I stare in disbelief at him. How can that be? I go to ask but he cuts me off before I can do so.
“Once last thing, Falz will phase in and out of this reality, causing you not to be able to damage him in anyway shape or form, the only way to cause him to return to your plane, is to use a fire tech on him. Once back into your reality, strike at him hard and fast. Do not doubt your abilities Colt. We have faith in you. Good Luck… My friend.”
With a sudden tech casting of Shifta and Deband, Sage is gone once again. I stare at the ground for a few brief moments as I collect my thoughts. I rise and look towards the creature, it floats there cackling like an insane child. My face contorts into the rage only a demon could hold to. I draw my twin Red Daggers and ready myself.
“Your fate this day is to die, there is on other choice, accept it!”
“I can say the same for you young HUmar, now lets end this torment, I am becoming hungry for your soul and my new vessel!”
I charge Falz, his body phases to a translucent white, I twirl to the left as he tries to side swipe me, I hurl a Foie tech directly into his left side, the creature hollers in pain and anger, It dives to the apex of the sky, there far above my reach it sends forth two twin blue orbs. The twin balls cascade down to the circle, they crash into the ground and then thunder their way towards me. I roll to the left of them and turn on my heels to keep them in my line of vision. As I turn, the twin balls slam into my body. I holler in torment.
“GAAAAAAAHHHH!”
I nearly crumple to the ground in pure pain. I remain standing though, forcing my body to ignore its need to recover. Smoke singes off my Hunter’s suit from the attack. I ready my daggers once more. Falz lowers to the plane once more, Still visible, I charge again, as my blades reach its center between its twin dark cavities, the pain returns. I crumple to the ground, my daggers clattering as I fall to my knees in a heavy thud. Every cell, nerve and fiber in my body hollering in pain as the attack rips through my soul. I try to stand, I try to scream, I try to breathe, all cause me pain beyond my understanding. The maddening laugh echoes in my mind once more.
“Hahaha, give up human, you are weak, beaten, and dead, you can not win. It is over. I have won, you are dead, your race is dead, and your friends, the pathetic wastes of life you valued above all others, including your own, are dead!”
A surge of adrenaline pushes through my body, I grasp my daggers and rise into a battle ready phase, pain scorches through my body, I ignore it pushing it all to the edge of my mind as I ready for the only chance I will get to attack him.
“What?! You shouldn’t be able to stand! No, matter you can not attack me, for if you kill me, you kill yourself, and I will just come back to take your body! Ha-ha! It is hopeless you fool, you can not win against the taint and power I posses!”
I merely look at him with eyes of no emotion, my heart races, I know what I must do, for our people to have a better world, for their futures to succeed and them to finally find a home… And… For my friends to live… I must end the total existence of Falz…
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Post by HunterColt22 on Aug 13, 2006 12:29:24 GMT -5
“You are wrong… There is a way, and that is to abolish all of the taint… You have taken all of it into your body for this one battle, this one final triumph against all you stand against, all, save my own… By killing you, yes I would kill myself, my taint would not be destroyed and you would be free to be reborn, and kill all, ending everything in a wave of darkness… The only way to end this then, is to end it all, both me and you. I have no regrets, only memories of friends I cherish, knowing I was able to save them. Good bye, and thank you for making me this way, without it, I would have never have come to know the family I now have... I want them back!”
With that I twirl my left hand dagger over my own heart and my right hand one to the center of Falz’s head. With a final breath, I end it all. Slamming both blades home, one into his body, and one into my own. The creature finally howls in pure pain, the pain of truly dying. I smile to myself as the deed is done, and that I have won.
“NO! NO, THIS CAN NOT BE! I AM THE ULTIMATE EMBODIYMENT OF WILL AND DARKNESS! I CAN NOT DIE! I WILL NOT DIE!”
“Heh, it is over, you have lost, and I have won, at a small price to pay for my new found family to live on this new planet that they can call home, without fear of you ever again. For that, I have no regrets, now it is time you accepted your fate, time to die Falz, at least do it with some dignity. Heh.”
With that, my hands fall from the twin hilts, my body wobbles and I begin the slow fall backwards. Time slows for me as my body passes through the air. I land on the ground with a soft thud. Funny, I think, shouldn’t it hurt more? I wonder, then realize probably not, my body must be shutting down, thus the lapse in pain and time sense. I place my hand upon my chest, I yank the dagger free, it drips a rust red colored liquid, my own blood. A smile appears on my face, I have done it. With that my hand falls to my side, my head turns to the left, and my eyes close, just before I fall into the loving blackness, a small single tear escapes me, I cry, for even though I have saved them and our people, I will never see them again… My friends, the ones I have come to know as one word… Family…
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The young Hunter slowly drifts into the arms of death. The tower disappears as the last screams of Falz vanish from this world forever more. The field returns to its true colors once more, no longer burdened with the taints grip upon it, Cranberry, Sage, Striker, and HolyChaos, all rest within the small alcove, unconscious. Two lone figures step up to the stone steps that lead to the now barren stage, save for Colt’s body, the two figures look down upon the young Hunter with a mix of sadness and happiness upon their tired and battle worn faces.
“Well, he did it… To think we are both finally free…”
A women, appearing to be in her late twenties to early or mid thirties, garbed in red and white attire of a Hunter’s battle suit, wearing a pair of glasses turns to stare at a man. The gentleman, appearing to be in-between the ages of his late forties to late fifties, dressed in a formal battle outfit suiting that of a general for Pioneer 1’s army carries with him a giant sword of dark blacks, blues, and cyan’s in his right hand. He hefts the blade to his right shoulder, a small sad smile plays on his worn face as he stares at the smiling Hunter. His gray hair blows with the wind.
“Yes… He did… Never in all my years as a general in Coral’s army have I seen another like him… Cunning, bold, graceful with a sword, and willing to sacrifice all of what he is, just to save the lives of those he calls family.”
“Yes… He is different, just like you and I were for our people at one point.”
“Heh, how right you are my student Rico, it seems me and your father have taught you well.”
“Heh, Flowen, always quick with compliments or criticism when needed most.”
The two share a short lived moment of joy from the past. They return their sullen gazes though to the fallen hero who now lies, dead to the world, only because he did what was right, and what he wanted to do to save, his race, his people… His family.
“Is there, any chance… That we could… At all?”
Flowen looks to his student, better know to others as Red Ring Rico, known only to him as pupil, Rico, or something more…
“….”
“Flowen… The people need a hero… They need hope to cling to… You know what happened to all aboard Pioneer 1…”
“Yes… Yes, you are right, I just don’t know though if we can do anything… That remains all up to him. We can give him the spark of life, it is just a question of whether or not he will accept it.”
Rico looks towards the young HUmar’s gentle features. His caring smile, his warm, but now closed eyes… She smiles and turns back to Flowen… He smiles as well… With that, he touches the tip of his blade to Colt’s heart. Turns, and walks away. Rico soon following suit, as they transcend the stairs they slowly disappear…
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Raiden:… That’s it?! What happened to Colt!? Is he dead?!
Colt: You will just have to wait and see next Chapter.
Raiden: Damn you and your cliff hangers! *rings Colt’s neck* I am getting sick of them damnit!
Cranberry: Raiden! Be careful or he wont be able to finish it.
Raiden: Ooops… didn’t think of that… Sowwy Colt.
Colt: No problem… Though I cant see straight now.
Raiden: Tee hehe.
Sage: Well, well… I am interested as well now… >_>… You, work faster, now, before I regret helping you in this Chapter.
Striker: Yay! Potential un-provoked violence! All right!
Colt: This could get very, very ugly…
Cranberry: That’s right! So hurry up and finish this already before I beat you!
Next Chapter
Chapter Twenty
Fond Farewells? Or New Beginnings…
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Post by cranberry on Aug 13, 2006 17:55:26 GMT -5
Alright, we've proven that Colt can fight. But you forgot his song and dance number!
Well Colt that was your final battle, you obviously put a lot of work into it. I don't fully understand exactly what is happening with Sage, Cranberry, Striker, and HolyChaos but it was interesting to see each of them pitch in during the various Falz forms. I'm curoius to see the final now.
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Post by HunterColt22 on Aug 22, 2006 22:52:47 GMT -5
Chapter Twenty
Fond Farewells… And New Beginnings
His body was like lead, and as cold as ice when first lifted and felt. One cried for him, another looked off into the distance, trying to piece together what could have happened, another comforts the crying girl, saying it was all right, that they hadn’t even check for a pulse yet. The final one stood staring into the sky, wondering why he would do that… Knowing only the truth was that he had to… The small FOnweral warily goes over to the young Hunter and presses her hand to his neck, checking for even the faintest beat of his heart…
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*Two Weeks Later*
My head spins, the same nightmare replays itself in my mind, over, over, and over again. Falz has won, my plan failed, I could not do it right, I had only ended up killing myself. Not being able to save those that meant most to me. I cry, I curse myself. How could I have brought this upon them, I couldn’t protect them at all. My chest aches again, right upon the cut I have into my heart. I cringe as the pain increase again, why do I feel this? I failed, I only killed myself, I shouldn’t be feeling any pain at all…
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She sits, her legs crossed over one another as she reads her monthly issue of HUcaseal Tactics, this months issue, showing casing the finer points of trap and weapon utilization for the mobile HUcaseal. She scoffs at the magazine, throws it to the floor and wonders when they will finely get the damn thing right. She crosses her arms in disgust; she always hated hospitals, especially after what happened to Striker a few years back with Dr. Mountage. She shutters at the now distant nightmare. She looks over to her charge again, sighing heavily she steps up from her chair and crosses the room to sit by his bed once more. Her black high heeled battle shoes clicking quietly against the white and teal tile floor as she comes to the seat by her charges bed. She sits down and sighs, she looks over the young Hunter once again, the third time in an hour. Still no change…
She turns her head to stare out the window once more, she still has no idea why she volunteered to do this for Striker… Maybe because it was because he wanted to but couldn’t, or maybe because she wanted to see why this Hunter was so important to them all… And maybe… She just wanted to be the first to thank him, and see with her own eyes just who he is… She lifts her purple hand up and plays with the long braid in her hair, twirling the strands in and out of her delicate fingers. Her eyes give off a distant look, wondering if he would ever wake up. She turns back to the young Hunter and stares at his face, it seems to be contorted in pain… Cran had said it was happening as of late, and that apparently just holding his hand helped him. Being one of the non touchy feely type except when really happy or really mad, Raiden wasn’t really willing to do this…
The look on his face seemed to grow worse though… Sighing, she decided to brake her own rule just once, for Striker, to help his friend… She didn’t know why but, something about this young HUmar, made her feel, at ease… Nervous at first, she slowly places her hand on top of his and just holds it there stiff as a board, frightened and nervous all at once, she looks away. Her face cringed up and her eyes closed, she wonders how long she has to do this. Turning back to stare at the young HUmar, she sees his face has calmed down, and a small smile returns to his face. Raiden soon develops a smile of her own, and she gently rubs her thumb over the middle part of his hand, like an older sister would do for a younger brother.
“I guess he isn’t so bad. Hehe, kinda makes me wish he was a younger brother of mine, That way I could sucker punch him when he did something wrong.”
Raiden smiles down at the young HUmar, wondering why she feels this way towards one who she doesn’t even know yet… Suddenly, his eyes twitch, she moves in closer, looking, watching, waiting to see if he will wake up. Her face is a mere six inches from his face, then, his lids, slowly flutter open into the bright light of the world once again…
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The pain increases again. I cringe, not crying out, accepting it as my punishment for failing. Then, I feeling comforting sense within me, pain subsides and disappears once again. I squirm in my dungeon of darkness, getting comfortable once again, as I settle down I notice something small above my head, I look towards it. A single ray of light descends to form in front of my eye. Wondering what the hell that single speck of light is doing there. Becoming annoyed with it, I grab it.
My eyes open, I look around, I see a white ceiling, tile floor, and a bed I am in. I turn to look straight up and see a pair of pearl white eyes staring into my own. I blink a few times, I must be imagining this. The other pair blinks back at me. I open my mouth to say something when the other person yells before I can.
“He’s awake! Quick! Nurse! He woke up! Oh, I got to go call Cran! Oh, and Sage, and my Strikey!”
I stare at the bounding HUcaseal as she continues to jump up and down with glee, I sit up, the sheet around my chest falls down. I look down my chest and notice a straight lined scar formed right above my heart. I touch it, searing pain and memories flood back to me. The battle, Falz… My choice… My victory. I panic, why am I alive?! I shouldn’t be! If I am, then he must be! I stop panicking suddenly, searching inside myself, I feel a piece of me gone… A part of me… Missing…
I calm, me gaze returns to the smiling and bounding HUcaseal, she is typing frantically into her BEE system, looking around the room, I soon notice the top half of my Hunters suit and arm gauntlet upon a table near by. Reaching over, I grab the gauntlet and run through it, all my items are in place, save for the Tears Partisan, Red Daggers, and the Lavis cannon. I frown, unsure of where they have gone, I soon decide to not worry over these three items, chances are they were destroyed or lost. My Chain Sawd is still there, that is all I need for a weapon, for now. I look next at my Armors, I see my old battle armor is gone, sighing I realized it would be of no use to me now in either case, after the beating it took. My Purple ring is also gone. A feeling of loss comes over me… The ring meant much, but, now knowing the truth, and being able to say good bye to her, I will always carry the memories I remember of her in my heart.
I look back to my own mail messages after the ringer for it goes off, I sigh looking at the in fluid of BEE messages. Just how long was I out for…? I wonder as I look at the inbox. I sigh, going through them all will take a bit. The first five appear to be nothing but spam, such as “Act now and you can get a Ragol Card with only a 1.5% interest rate! Hurry! Limited time offer!” I trash these, wondering if they will ever learn not to send them to me. I look at the next two, both from Katt… My memory returns to me instantly. I cringe a little at forgetting she was taken. I groan, she would have a fit, she always was quick with a remark for some one forgetting something. I read the first message, it simply asking where I was. This was over a week ago… the second one, a more recent one was only a few days ago, still asking where the hell am I, and if I remembered to repay her that 500 meseta loan she gave me a month ago. I just shake my head, knowing I had the very next day after I had got lucky in a bounty hunt.
“Typical of her… Ugh, sometimes I wonder why I bother with her.”
“OH! I forgot you were awake! Hi, my name is Raiden! What’s yours?”
“Gah!”
“Oops, sorry, didn’t mean to scare you, you humans can be so jittery some times.”
“You would be too if you saw just pearl white eyes over your head and then a bounding HUcaseal that you never met before, screaming in joy how you were awake.”
“Oooh… That, hehe.”
Shaking my head, I look up at her and smile. She looks down at me inquisitively, and smiles as well. I extend my hand.
“Hi, I’m Colt, nice to meet you Raiden.”
The young HUcaseal looks at me, then my hand, all the while keeping a smile upon her face.
“Hiya Colt! I’m Raiden! I heard a lot about you from Striker, hence, why I am here.”
“Raiden, how long have I been like this?”
“Ummm… I am not to sure, you would have to ask Striker, but, I would say at least two weeks if not more.”
I stare at my hands… Two weeks, two weeks have gone by, I sigh, wondering how everything is, if I really was able to stop it… We must be if I am still hear and breathing, and they all are as well. I sigh, my eyes returning to my gauntlet. I look over the rest of the messages, nothing more then friends contacting me, asking me where I was, what I was up to, and wondering if I would go on them with a hunt for new monsters on Gal De Val. I sigh, knowing that I should answer them all soon, but it off. I turn back to Raiden, she is typing frantically once again on her BEE system, I merely sigh, fall back down and close my eyes. Sweet uneventful sleep finally takes me for once, I dream of nothing…
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The young FOnweral is the first in the room, followed by two FOmars, one with cyan hair, the other with a short ponytail of strawberry blonde hair, his glasses falling down the bridge of his nose. The last Hunter to enter the room, a giant RAcast of rust red, quickly followed by another in a travelers cloak of old, an odd thing to have in this day and age. They close the door and turn to the young HUmar, his breathing in gentle even tones as he remains asleep upon their entrance.
“Are you sure he was awake Raiden?”
“Yes, of course I am Strikey! We had a conversation.”
“You didn’t scare him did you Ri?”
“Sage! You meany! You know me better then that.”
“You’re right I do… Which is why I asked and wonder why you are now smirking after I asked?”
“What smirk?”
Raiden asks innocently as she stares at the brown robed FOmar with a sing song voice of a child, her eyes lighting up with the innocence of a six year old.
“Don’t play cute with me Raiden, which only works on Striker anyways.”
“Meh!”
Raiden’s answer is her tongue being shot out of her mouth at the FOmar, Sage merely laughs as Raiden retracts her tongue turning it into a small smile. The cloaked figure steps forth and removes his hood. Tyrell’s face carries a heavy burden with it, he sighs.
“So… This is the one who do it?”
“Yes it is sir. He saved us all.”
“Heh, too bad the council doesn’t think so.”
“What do you mean? They know for a fact it was Colt that did it! With out him, we all would have been dead!”
“Oh no, they all know it was he who stopped Falz, though, that is not what they mean, you can cut off a snake’s head and not worry about the bite, but you still have to worry about its body breaking your bones.”
“You mean…”
“Yes, yes I do… The body… This revolution started under fake ideals… The council is convinced He is to blame for it, that he should be executed.”
“But! But they can’t- They simply can’t!”
“They know this, as the next best thing… I am to be removed from my position as Principal of Pioneer 2.”
“Why though?! You did nothing wrong!”
“That… innocent child is where you are wrong… Oh so wrong…”
The tired man sighs, his head falling heavy with the burdens he carries with it. He turns to leave towards the door, pulling the cloak over his head once more. As he reaches for the door to turn the knob, he stops. Turns back, walks over to the Hunter’s bed side. Upon reaching it, he turns, placing a small red capsule upon the table at his bed side, with a small note folded up against it. He turns to the others, smiles one final time and walks out.
The others turn and watch him go. A small noise turns their attention back to the bedside, a small groan escapes the tired Hunter’s lips, then his eyes open to greet his eager friends, once again.
~
I open my eyes, to stare into their faces, their smiling faces once again, it just adds another to my own face. I see Sage, his face lit up and smiling, he nods his head to me. HolyChaos, he stands, his robes in a pristine white and red design, he simply sighs and smiles as well. Striker, standing beside Raiden, I look on to him, now knowing who he was talking about on that trip to Sage’s house, this must have been his wife. Finally, I come to Cran’s face, hers is smiling beyond compare, a small tear falls, she shakes it off and continues to smile at me.
“Hi all…”
A sudden whack comes from one side of my head, gentle, but with enough force to produce a nice sound, and a little pain.
“Ow.”
“Next time, don’t make them wait so long! They have been coming here each day to stay with you for hours at a time! I don’t know why though.”
Raiden speaks, gentle anger in her eyes.
“You had them worried about you. All of us, including me, though I don’t know why. So don’t do it again!”
“All right, all right Raiden, I won’t, just as long as I don’t get hit again.”
“Well….”
She looks at me smiling an innocent smile; Striker rolls his eyes and motions to me that will never happen. I sigh, turning my head I notice a small red capsule and a note on the desk beside my bed. I look up to them, they all look away from me suddenly with distant eyes.
“Who is this from?”
None answer my question, inquisitive, I pick up the item and note, activating the red capsule, twin swords, of a golden white glow appear from it and descend gently on to the table top. Surprised, I read the note hoping it answers some questions, yet when read, it only brings more unknowns then facts.
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Post by HunterColt22 on Aug 22, 2006 22:57:47 GMT -5
“Colt, by the time you read this, the others will be there with you. I will not say who this is from, nor will they, just know, it is some one from your past. In any case, you will most likely never see me again. Also, the government will never recognize your feats and strides you took to save us all. I know that was never your intent to be a hero figure, yet the people need it more now then ever, they need the hope a hero can inspire. Even if they never will know your name, you will be remembered as a hero, as of what name you will be given, I have no control in that. Let’s just hope its something that fits the danger well. Heh, within the capsule by this note, you will find a pair of twin swords, the end result of a governmental weapons project.
They are given out to those who have showed extreme valor, bravery, sacrifice, and courage. You have met all these requirements and more then we could ever know. With these qualities, I present you with these Karas Swords. In our old tongue, long before the Ragol project, and before any of us were born, back on Coral, our people had a word for protectors of their people and homes, Karas, meaning guardian. Go forth brave guardian, you will need these, for I am afraid your other weapons were confiscated or broken, save for your Chain Sawd which none would touch, silly superstition I believe is the best word to describe their fright of it. I must go now, I thank you for what you have done for our people, and… I am also sorry… Sorry, that you, had to make this sacrifice…”
The letter then ends, I re-read it twice more, making sure I have made no mistakes. I sigh, the others look one in sadness. I ask them to leave me for a bit. They all comply, telling me they will be just outside my door if needed. As the final person exits, I throw back the covers of the bed and put my feet on the cold tile floor. I shiver, my feet springing back into the warm sanctity of the bed, gripping myself against it though, I place my feet back to the cold world of reality. Standing up, I head over to the bathroom, remove what little clothing the hospital put on me, and enter the shower. As the hot water sprays on to me, and the mist rises. My mind wanders, where do I go from here? I think, unsure of the answer. Putting the thought aside, I wash myself, letting the water run over me as my mind remains blank, unburdened by thoughts.
I turn the water off, it slowly drips from the shower head as I remain under it. My eyes closed… What do I do now? The thoughts enter my head again. I have not told any one this yet, but, “Its” final words to me, before It, died…
“Haha! You may have killed me Hunter, but know, they are far worse things lurking on Ragol! Oh if you only knew the shadows that lurk here! I may have been the most prominent and dangerous to your races existence, but you have no idea the dangers that lie ahead! Ahaha!”
Dangers… The thought of the attempted landing of Pioneer 2 brings back haunting memories… The whole population had nearly been wiped out because of a planned landing, that hand been in the hands of radicals, as our government had told us… I step out of the shower, drying my body. Radicals I think, the thought doesn’t play well. At the center of it too, were two young FOnwerals that saved us all… I did not get a chance to see them, or the speech made by a FOmar upon the remembrance of the lives lost in the Pioneer 1 tragedy where the two FOneys were honored as heroes…
I had been away at the time, unable to come to it, a hunting offer had come in through the guild and I had taken it, I had been at the bounty for months, something about a rouge Hunter performing experiments with the powers of the rings and the life in the ruins. I had finally caught up on his trail on Gal De Val, when I discovered his body… Dead, and torn apart by a ravage animal, taint swam through his blood like it was a public pool. After that, I had a long journey ahead of me back to Pioneer 2, I checked in on my BEE system to see what had happened, that’s when I heard the news of what had happened while I was gone, I had offered a silent vigil to the lives lost on that day… As I put on my last piece of clothing, I look over to my bed side once again, the small red capsule still sitting there. I hesitate, then I reach out for it and place it on my belt, there it is accompanied by only one other thing, my Chain Sawd.
I sigh, strapping on my arm gauntlet I open the door, the others stand, shocked that I am fully dressed.
“All right, its time to go.”
“Go?! But, but! You have just barely woken up?! How can you be ready to go already?! You don’t even know if you’re well enough to leave yet!”
“I am fine Cran, trust me… I have spent enough time here, and I need to find something out, on my own…”
With that, I turn from them and head out the door, footsteps soon follow me though, I turn, they are all there, standing. I turn back and look at them all, Cran steps forth, her eyes a little timid, but happy none the less. She looks up to me and holds out her hands, in them is a small red capsule. I look at her, then towards the capsule, she push her hands closer, I gently pluck the small item from her hands and activate it. A piece of armor drops into my hands, its rather light, yet its thick at the same time, I slip it on, light reflects of the brilliant surface in small patterns.
“Its called a Sacred Cloth, it’s a new design of armor, still in it’s final test stages, so its defensive power may be incomplete.”
I look at the small FOnweral, I smile, I bend down to her level and envelope her in a small hug.
“Thank you Cran, I promise to wear it always.” I release her and rise to my feet, the others look at me, smiles on their faces, sad ones… I sigh, turning back away from them; I raise my hand as I go and wave to them. I do not turn back, this I must do alone…
My footsteps echo silently on the cold streets, my head swivels in place, looking at the buildings as I approach the teleporter. Still, they remain scared from when I came through here to stop it all. Clean up efforts had begun most definitely, but still… Photon holes ripped through buildings, scorched blood stains still littered the streets where Hunters and innocent people fell… I enter the teleporter, put in the coordinates I have, and then activate the button, I let the cold feeling of it envelope me.
~
He sits, his final days coming to an end, he sighs. All he tried to do for his people, all for nothing, because the damned council had to listen to that power hungry mad man! He swings his arm in frustration; a lamp goes flying from the desk top and slams into a far wall, shattering into thousands of pieces. He groans, walking over to retrieve the broken pieces of the once whole light source. He still has one thing to do though, even if his final days are running out, he was still in control until those days. He stands up, walks over to his desk, activates a screen, and key pad. Then, he begins to frantically type up plans for something… Even if they said he could not be mentioned in anyway, or that he could have any involvement in the dedication speech to the lives lost… It never said anything about the others…
~
The crowd’s noise rose, their grumbling increased as the seconds ticked by. Upon the built stage and behind curtains sat the five. Each one, nervous and anxious about what they were to do… It had been another week since Colt had left, he had mailed each one of them the day before, asking what was going on and how they were, he said he would return soon, but unsure as of when. He wished them the best of luck and to remain happy.
They all were nervous; it had been about a week also since the principal Tyrell had mailed them asking them to do this. Another dedication ceremony, to the lives lost in another struggle… It hadn’t been enough that the Ring Generals had planned to kill thousands upon thousands before this uprising; now thousands more were to be added to another memorial, for their heroics, bravery, or courage in this latest struggle…
What was to be expected though? The people were tired of space, of not having real soil under their feet. Of being able to stare at a real planet, yet never be able to touch its ground, or breathe its sweet air… To be blunt, they were tired of all the delays, of all the governments’ power struggles within itself, and they just wanted to live on a planet once more.
Sage paces back and forth across the stage, he shoes making small sounds, his eyes in concentration on something on the floor that moves with his feet. Striker sits in a chair, un-tautened, Raiden is right beside him, laying on his shoulder catching a quick nap before the ceremony. Cranberry sits in a chair, swinging her feet back and forth as she thinks. Her eyes rove over the other four, HolyChaos is also mildly sitting still, his eyes on the curtain, it begins to draw back, all the others rise, and it is time.
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His feet descend on to the eighth floor of the tower. He turns around, the way back down is still open, a green entrance wave shimmers over the door. His breath comes out of his mouth, visible in the cold air. He walks forward, his feet making the only sound. A sudden beep catches his attention, he turns to his arm gauntlet and groans, another BEE message. He flips open the communicator and reads the message. It only has a few short and simple commands on it. They read as followed.
“Turn to frequency 1-25 on your BEE communicator.”
~Principal of Pioneer 2; Tyrell
The young HUmar sighs, what could he want with him… Following as the directions command, Colt turns his BEE communicator to the listed frequency, turns up the volume, and continues forward within the tower. A low whine sounds ahead of him, he stops, a dark matter forms and takes shape, It stands tall, about his height, if not a few inches taller, its shoulders are broader, in the things hands rest a scythe that would make the Grim Reaper jealous. “Bah… What is this thing..”
Colt returns to his creature data base, it turns up one hit.
“Identification: Ill Gill, Danger level, High. Able to kill in a single hit, Ill Gills are rumored to be the manifestations of nightmares and terrors. Known sightings: five. Number of creatures confirmed killed. Zero, all parties have perished that have fought this creature, one of the reasons the East and West Towers remain unexplored and un-probed to this day.”
“Heh, the things of nightmares huh? Sounds more like the governments work…”
Colt draws his twin swords from their respective sheathe upon his back; they make a clear ring of steel photons. He lowers into an attack stance, the creature of darkness slowly statures towards him, its weapon held at ready as it glows with a Megid attack.
The BEE communicator suddenly cuts in with a sharp tap, as if someone is testing a microphone, Colt ignores it, running towards the Ill Gill, the demon readies its scythe, a voice then cuts into the air, and Colt’s body goes rigid.
“Cran?!”
The voice cuts through the calm air of the tower as the sounds of battle begin…
“Thank you all for coming today… We are here, to honor those who have fallen in battle for our safety once more, with this latest uprising, some have come to know it as, The Tainted Rebellion… Many died to protect us, many others, innocent civilians died in this unholy slaughter-“
The clash of photons rings out as his left handed blade clashes with the Gill’s scythe. Their bodies lock in a rigid contest of strength, The Gill’s scythe glows a bright, vivid pink. Colt merely grins, his left hand blade breaks through the Gill’s scythe, cutting the top portion off with ease, it clatters to the floor lifeless and dead. The Ill Gill drops its remaining stump of a weapon, bends down into a defensive stance, two back panels behind its shoulders open. It rockets forward with a blinding speed, Colt dodges to the right, twirling upon the balls of his heels he brings his right handed blade down flat across the mid section of the creatures back.
A low human groan emits from the defeated monster, it falls to the floor in two halves, blood spilling forth from its lower and upper sections. A purple pool of the Gill’s blood forms by Colt’s feet. He breathes heavily as he breathes in the stench of the carnage, then, a familiar voice from his BEE communicator brings him back to reality…
“-of contested ideas and sanctions, the mad man behind this is now dead, though... The damage he caused has already claimed its price, and is still hungry… Though the head may be cut off, the body still lives, and soon, a new head will grow…”
~
Cranberry goes quite, unsure of what to say now, suddenly, Sage steps forward, clears his throat and begins again.
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“However, now is not the time for such thoughts, our purpose, today, is to remember, and honor those, who fought, and paid the ultimate price so we would not have to… We all fought bravely in this, though our debt has been paid for by others, a debt which we can never hope to repay to them… Ever… The only thing we can do, is try to honor that which they tried to protect, our home, our people, our loved ones… We must remember these brave souls for what they were, and what they fought for! Nothing should ever make us forget what they gave up for us!”
I can hear the crowd grow with praise at his powerful speech; I hear the cheers and clapping soon drown out his attempts to settle them down for the ceremony to continue. The only sounds in the room are their, distant, static cheers, and my own two feet as I continue on to the next door. I enter it, climb the flight of stairs, and appear on the ninth floor of the Tower.
Then, a voice I know, from only a week before enters onto the stage, I smile, its Raiden, though I have barely met her, I can not help but smile when she speaks and gets the crowd quite, now doubt with a threat of pain and torment.
“In honor of those who made this choice… We will now give them a salute befitting the most outstanding officers in Pioneer 2, of course, this duty will be preformed by Hunters instead.”
~
The young HUcaseal turns to her husband, who then, turns towards the other three; they all nod and ready themselves. At the same time, a monitor above the stage appears, on it flicks to life, the escape pod bay area, in it, are tens of hundreds of Hunters, all standing, saluting as more pour in, each one, his arms supporting a coffin of a fallen brother in arms or friend. The Hunters place each coffin within an escape pod bay, close the air lock hatch, and step back. Each one turns towards the escape pods then, and performs a salute.
Sage nods to Striker. He flips open his right arm communicator, and gives the orders.
“Now, commence the ceremony.”
He turns to a small squadron of Rangers, he salutes them and then shouts his orders.
“Commence firing, now!”
The Rangers turn towards a designated area clear of personal and civilians, the inside of Pioneer 2 goes black as the small lights of the city windows and street lamps awaken into the darkness.
The lead Ranger presents his fire arm towards the sky and screams.
“Present Arms! Ready… Fire!”
The precession of Rangers lets off their rounds as one, each round letting off a different stream of color, each stream of color representing a different soul. As the first rounds fire off, and explode into the air, letting out more of their color stream, the pods are slowly launched into deep space. Some Hunters salute, others turn towards the ground in silent pray, still… Others cry, silent tears for the fallen. The five on stage stand, watching the screen as each pod is left off into space for its final time to descend to the planet Ragol, and come to a final rest.
HolyChaos speaks, even through the arms fire, his voice is clearly heard by all.
“May you all find peace upon descending to Ragol, our future home… May your sacrifices not be in vain. May your path show us… a Better tomorrow… You have made your own stories; we shall follow and soon make our own on the winds of fate.”
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My blade crashes through the final monster, its body goes rigid and slumps to the floor, blood spills from the life ending wound. It stains the floor and my battle shoes as I turn to stare at the darkening sky, I look up towards where Pioneer 2 should be about now in its orbit track around Ragol. I see tiny pin pricks of light slowly descend from the atmosphere on to Ragol’s pristine, yet deadly surface. I sigh, giving the fallen Hunters my own salute. I hold the stance for a few moments before I brake and continue on to the final floor of the tower. I enter the final room, spy the terminal I wish to access, and cross the floor to it, a sudden alarm goes off, I turn to only see the teleportation to the floor below has vanished.
“Perfect… What could be happening?”
A sudden low hissing of gears enters the room, I turn towards the sound and see an hour glass shaped mechanoid appear before my eyes, four sets of oval shaped projects shield its body completely.
“Great… a guard… Just what I need.”
I place the twin swords back into their respective sheaths, and activate a red capsule upon my belt. A blade springs to life, entering my hands, its outer rim of photon teeth whirl into action as I grip the hilt and charge towards the hulking mass of metal and photon. Slamming my blade against the metal creature, it slices through it as if butter, I pull my blade through, my back towards it. I spin around upon my heels to see if it is down and out yet, instead, no physical damage is registered on it, not even a single chip of pain was stripped from it. A laser sight suddenly appears by my feet and stays there. I hear a small whine begin.
“Crud…”
I roll to my right as a massive explosion of forced Tech and photonic energy is released into the immediate area I was just in. I rise to my feet in a low crouch, my sword, and its upper tip resting on the ground as its outer rimmed blades continue to whine in a slow twirl around its outer edge. I watch as the small laser traces a route to me once more. Instead of waiting for it to reach me, I get up and run. A second consecutive blast rocks the floor. Heat radiates from the blast site on to my back; I feel it swelter there as I hear the whine of it die down once again. I run towards the massive piece of machinery now, jump atop it and stand there; I see the laser pointer trace my route towards me once more.
“Come on… Just a bit more…”
It falls on to my feet, the whine of its tech and photon energy rises again, I smile, and jump from my preach, landing on my feet and rolling forward as the blast goes off. The consecutive blasts that follow are louder, rocking the tower as they go off, pieces of metal twirl in the air as if small leaves caught in the wind, they sling past my head in hot molten streaks of fire. Smoke rises and soon, I am enveloped in it.
The explosions cease, the smoke slowly thins out, I wave my hand in front of my face, huge mechanoid, now in bits and pieces littering the ground around me, chirps and squawks in low electrical sounds as its systems fail and shut down. I turn towards the far end of the room, terminal I seek is there. Walking towards it, it lights up, sensing the approach of my body heat. I place my hands upon the control panel and quickly type up key words for the files I need. Seconds drag into minutes, minutes slowly become hours….
I curse, there isn’t anything here on the conflict a few months back with the two FOnweral heroes… I brush my hand through my pulled back hair, knowing full well I let my hopes get to high, of course there wouldn’t be anything, the government would have purged any records of it same for a few key ones to save face. I growl in frustration. Resorting to having to look for them without any clues now, I sigh, the best thing to do would be to work in a semi government controlled mission from now on… I sigh, I hate doing this, but I must know… If, the conflict they were involved in… Also, had traces of Falz being involved in it… Or worse… These, other… Dangers, that were lurking in the shadows of tomorrow… A telepipe suddenly sounds behind me, I turn and notice a faint but different glow about it. Not seeing another way out, I take it. ~
As he leaves the room, a figure steps forth from the shadows. Their shape is obscured by the smoke and darkness of the corner.
“Heh, that’s right Hunter… You are all going to be in very, very serious trouble soon… The Ring Generals may have failed, but a few of their ambitions still lay dormant on this planet… Haha.”
~
As my feet descend onto solid ground again, I look around, noticing I am back on Pioneer 2. I sigh, my search was fruitless, undaunted though, I turn and walk towards my home. A noise catches my ears, I turn, and see a crowd cheer as the final shot of a Ranger squadron goes off. Silence follows the shot, I look towards my left and notice a giant screen, upon it, the last of a stream of grave escape pods is jettisoned into space towards the Planet of Ragol. I fall silent as well. As the final pod disappears from view, a FOmar steps forward, his voice washes over all, I know it all to well. I turn towards the source of the voice, Sage.
“Also, in honor of them… A monument has been placed by the Central Dome upon Ragol’s surface, may their deeds and sacrifices live on, into the new world!”
The crowd goes wild with a cheer of praise and saddened happiness. Soon though, the crowds part and go their separate ways to reminisce in their own private ways. I remain, my face, turns up towards the others, they notice me, turn and wave at me, and smiles beseech their faces. Pioneer 2 comes into orbit to face Ragol’s sun, its light shines through Pioneer 2’s translucent surfaces. I wave back, my face displaying a smile of my own, as my friends, my new family, descends the stairs of the stage as they walk towards me.
A new day has come over Pioneer 2, and I am glad, to enjoy it, with them all…
~End
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Post by Tripolic on Sept 6, 2006 8:59:49 GMT -5
[Reserved for one of my longest reviews ever]
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