Friday, October 21, 2005

   story time
RIPPING THE VOID

“Kill the angel and the saint beasts; The tower will fall and you will have your wish from the shadow of the dragons merged.”

“I don’t care about anyone”, I say to my doctor. Dr. Hide, the lead in his field, has been trying to cure me for five years now. He thinks I am a human and that my stories are lies. He might even be right, but they are real to me.
Even if I wanted to forget these memories, they would reawaken in my nightmares. I hate my life, but fear to end it for I’ve seen what dwells in the darkness. My fear of remembering is only surpassed by my hate for the Adam spawn. Adam I have nothing against, He was as close as humans could be to angels. One mistake was all it took to throw the world into chaos, almost poetic now that I think of it.
I was human, I had a good life, and I had peace but the day it started stole all my happiness and near my soul. I was walking home from school, the day was growing dark early. I saw a car going fast, fast as if Satan himself was on the drivers heels. I remember being pushed and the pain in my left arm. The last images of earth were my family sobbing and for some reason I hated them for it. I then started living in a dream world made by my coma.
I had a new body, a body of burnt flesh and muscle. I also remember a small child staring at me as I got to my feet. Once one both feet someone came from out the shadows and kicked me in the face. I saw my attacker, a ninja of some kind. I jumped at him out of instinct and grabbed his throat tight. The child ran screaming. I felt a burning, it was my hand against the ninja’s skin. I gripped tighter and inured the pain in some type of trance. In moments the ninja stopped squirming and I threw him to side. I decided to go in the direction the child ran, not fully aware of what I had done.
My hand healed from the burning and my body seemed to also recover from burning. I approached a village as a half man half burnt corpse. I walked through the town and smelled food. I followed the smell to an eatery and asked those that worked there for a meal. when they rejected my request the trance took me again and I killed everyone in the town. I had lost my sense of remorse and what other humanity is regarded as a soul. I was calmed by the sounds of pain and terror and was saddened when they stopped.
I was puzzled if not disturbed by my evil deeds and my reaction to them. I wondered if this was a dream or not. I racked my brain for morals, ethics, and thoughts of purity. As I slowly reentered humane stages of thought, my body changed. I was and yet I wasn’t me is the only description that comes to mind.
I was evil and good and my new form depicted this.
I saw I was being watched by someone I missed from the village. I forced him to reveal himself by punching through a tree to grab his throat. As I did this the man tried to make me a bargain with me. He said that he could help me channel my strength if I spared him. I pulled him though the tree and tried to elbow him in the stomach. The man grabbed my elbow and flipped me. I reluctantly agreed to his terms afterward.
I was taught a strange fight style called Fernal, by the old man. Fernal was to mean “Lion hunting”.
I remember training under him for five to seven years, and not knowing his name. Any time I got angry and started to destroy franticly, he would pummel me. After a time I was given a job to go with my master and defend a village from an army of monsters called nightmares.
The village was known as Gathener, “growing life”. a village of farmers and fishermen that was tormented by the prophecy of doom. We stayed at the east gate of the village waiting for the monsters. As the monsters breached the gate I saw they were so hideous I was stunned enough to be hit by the stampede. I came out of my daze and started striking vital points of the monsters.
My master and I slayed thirty five nightmares then came face to face with there lord. A towering beast of eight feet high and the most repulsive thing I had ever seen. The nightmare wore strips of skin, some from humans and some of the nightmares. He wore a mask of a bear’s face and carried a sword five feet high of the Norseman style.
He swung his mighty sword toward me. He missed me with his blade but the after math of the blow threw half sized boulders toward my changed position. My master jumped kicked the monster’s head into the earth below. He then preformed the crouching king stance and switched to a second level lion’s fury axe kick at the beast’s back. The beast spat blood then faded from the realm of the living.
My shame filled me with rage. As we returned my rage grew a consciousness, I called him Halk. I kept Halk under control as my training continued. The only time Halk was in control was for seconds at a time after a failure. I trained to fight the beasts, by developing special training rings and obstacles.
Our next mission I was to go alone as part of my training. I was to face a ghost sphere that had been sighted deep in the forest. When I got there a cloaked figure had started chanting at the sphere.

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