Monday, September 17, 2007

   Otherworld 1: Overture


The white blade just only just scratched him as he backed up. “Damn you!” he said as he lunged at the shrouded man. He missed and sliced upwards. The man staggered back as the blade had left a deep gash to his torso. He lunged at incredible speeds, striking the man in the stomach. His whole body fell flaccid and he couldn’t move it. “With your blood on my blades I call the kings and queens of previous to expel this man.” An amethyst cloud glowed about the man that was impaled and he vanished.

“Damn cold” Sho thought as he headed for his house in the greater district of Kanaka. The white stripes of hair can be seen easily against the shadowy black of his hair. The crest of his family was faded on the back of his jacket. His blue jeans were faded and discolored from all the skirmishing he’s been through today. His glasses had been shattered but they were just so people can’t see his eyes any way. He opened the door to his high-rise and saw a man with orange hair wearing no shirt, black denims, and a bat tattoo on his right shoulder. One hand had a fingerless glove on it while the other had many bands. Each of his fingers had a ring with diverse patterns on them. And finally he had a necklace with an indefinite shape.

Sho backed up a little. “Who are you?!” he said to the man sitting on his couch watching TV. “Names Azazel, who are you?” “The guy that own this place. And p.s., you’re trespassing.” “Well I don’t have any were else to go. I sort got thrown to this place.” He had a light British inflection in contrast to Sho’s New Yorker enunciation. “Well to bad, you gotta leave.” “Nah I don’t fell like it partner.” “Leave. NOW!” Sho yelled as then an intense radiance came around him. It departed and he came out with a green T-shirt, white jeans, and his hair had turned blue. He had a dagger attached to his belt. The sheath held his families crest. “You see! I have powers! Get out now or else I will kill you.” “Nice but fighting me will take a lot more than that,” He said as black shroud came around him.

“This it gonna be fun. Been a while since I had to use my powers.” Sho said. He ran at Azazel with out even unsheathing his knife. “Damn he’s fast!” Azazel thought as he put up his hand to protect him self but he was to late. Sho fist ad already made contact with his chin. Azazel went flying into a coffee table. Azazel stood up and pointed his hand towards Sho. Sho realized what he was going to do so he waited to feel for something coming for him. His speed was just quick enough to help him dodge a spike come up from beneath him. He dodged left as another came from the wall. But wasn’t paying attention and one came up and impaled him through the chest. He was suspended in the air as Azazel walked up to him. “I’ll let you live if you let me stay here.” “Fine you can stay. But its not because im afraid that you will kill me.” He smiled as Azazel’s grin faded. “What are you talking about I can kill you right here!” But just then he felt a presence behind him and turned around and saw another Sho. “What the?” he turned around and saw the one he was fighting melt away. “You can stay as long as you promise that next time we fight, you don’t hold back.” “Agreed, and you do the same.”
That was a week ago. Now they have fond out that Sho’s powers are from otherworld but Sho is human. Azazel just doesn’t know how that is possible. They spend most of their free time fighting each other now. Their favorite spot to hang out after a fight is the café down the street. There’s a girl that sits on the top of the building next to it.