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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard.         Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4644 days Last activity: 4268 days |
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| This isn't the beginning of the story. It's just where I picked it up. I suppose I'll add more later, regardless of the interest of others. Also, know this is no final copy. It's based off a dream I had. It's a rough copy I wrote as I went along.
Damn. I couldn't run fast enough! I could not think of anything else, the bastard was numero uno. I felt the fire, the pain, I heard the screams. But there was no way in hell to atone for what he did. All I knew is in my hands lies the dagger I would use to puncture his heart. He killed the innocent, he killed my friends, family. He's ended, destroyed and decimated countless lives. There, I hear his voice. It's nearby. Each step, each rushed, frantic step brought me closer. I turned a corner and saw him. He's just standing there in his elegant suit, surveying the destruction. It stings to see it all from here, the fires and chaos down below. The emotionless teenager I am, I still normally would have broke down at the sight. But why shed tears before this ungodly rage boils down? He hears my frantic breathing, and cocks his head back as a sign of acknowledgement. "Glad to see you've come. Gorgous sight, is not, John?" He had said. Those stinging, cold words feuled me, compelled me to draw my dagger and run at him. In that mindset, all I wanted was his blood splattered. I didn't think clearly. I forgot how powerful he truly was. I had only slashed once, and he was behind me. He was twisting my arm behind my back, the electrical pain shooting through it. With a flowing movement, I was on the ground, grabbing my right shoulder. It filled me with more despair to know his physical skills outdid mine. I threw myself up and stood, grabbing the dagger. He backed up, a sinister smile on his face. I gained my composure and got ready to charge again, when I noted only too late the light springing forth from his palm. I suppose the fireball didn't hurt as bad as you'd expect, because the fire made me feel as though I was also a victim, like the others.I realize now that thought dilluted my resolve. My accepting the fireball singing my body was basically an excuse for surrender. And flown back into the wall, I wasn't in peak physical form anymore. I gazed at him vacantly through the grimaces, wanting to hurt him so bad. However, he walked closer to me, placing his extended palm on my chest. "Finally, a Watcher weak enough to allow me to get the knowledge I need." I spit in his face, laughing to myself afterwards. This angered him and drove him to slam punch after punch into each of my chest, making me scream with pain. He stopped after 6 punches, sure I didn't have the energy to try my last insult again. For the most part, he was right. He placed his hand on my chest again, and this time, I felt a sting that hurt my soul instead of my body. It was like he was punching my soul, wearing it down. I got the gist of it when I began to see my early childhood memories before my eyes. He was going to rend my soul and mind from my body, and use my memories to get to the Watchers. I knew it was only a matter of time before I was dead. So, I decided rather to die a failed hero that a used victim. I tried to use my body, but it was as though he used magic to shut me down. I felt what his magic was like, and in a last ditch effort, I tried to imitate it. At first, I heard only a scream. I realized my body was working again, and based off instinct, I punched him square in the face. I shook with pain afterwards because of mthe shattered ribs in my chest, but I did not fall to the ground. Rather, I stood up straight and used that feeling of magick in me to keep a straight face. And when Don saw it, he was terrified. I wondered if I could still run that dagger through him. I walked over and picked it up, noticing from the blade that I was glowing. It must have been the magick, but I didn't have enough time to think. I got into stance and put everything I had into charging Don. The remaining fragments of phyiscal strength, all my will, and all the magick I could muster, all of it into revenge. And with naught but a millisecond, I realized I had overdid it. We were atop a skyscraper, and with my stab I had pushed both of us far over the edge. I didn't care though. The fires would warm me before I hit the ground. And I saw Don underneath me with eyes agape in suprise, and a dagger sticking out his chest. I pushed him, as that was all I could do, so I could see him hit the ground before I did. He compused himself in mid air and with absolute resolve, he aimed his hands at me at released a torrent of energy. I was flown into the building through the concrete wall and the damage killed me. At least, that's what should have happened. According to the records, I died in the "freak storm" that destroyed Bensalem. I didn't though. The Walkers came, found me on the brink of death, and decided my life was to be saved. With 35 broken bones, it wasn't easy. I was basically out of commision for a year. However, a year has passed now, and I'm back on the job. Don needs to be stopped. He has too much power, too much blood on his hands. My job now: Take him down. But, I long for my old life. In particular, I long to be with my girlfriend. She survived the attack, and I was going to propose to her before all this. We are just college students, but we were soulmates. Now, I've taken it upon myself to make sure she stays safe. I'm her guardian angel. I've given up hope of returning to her. Too many questions would be asked. However, her children will be under my watch. She and her husband will be. Regardless if she ever moves on from me, I will make sure she lives a long, happy life. It's my atonement for putting her through my death. Well, the past is the past. Have to focus on the here and now. |
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