Death's Nephew
01-22-08, 01:03 AM
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One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven…
Tommy counted to himself as the big fat kid punched the smaller one in the stomach, holding him against a tree by his neck and continuously pounding into the child. He was smirking because as he watched the bully land his fat, cushioned fingers into the bony ribs of the smaller kid, the victim was building quite a large amount of rage. Not only could the half-specter see it in his tear filled eyes, but in his salivating mouth, gritted teeth and the pure feel of hatred that was seething of off him in huge, comforting energy waves that just gave him tingles up his spine.
Twenty-three. Twenty-four.
Suddenly the child’s fist shot up like a rocket and connected with the fat boy’s chin. He reeled back, chubby arms waving in the air hoping to keep his balance, and then it was all over. The smaller kid leapt on him like a rapid squirrel, punching him in the face, clawing at his eyes, and biting his ears.
Tommy leaned off his own tree in the shade and laughed. It was good to see real life fights before entering the Citadel. Even if they were both going to live…did a tooth just bounce in front of his boot? No, not a tooth. Teeth. Teeth were flying out of the fat kid like popcorn from a pan. The young specter laughed again as he kicked them out of his way and began climbing the steps of the dark enormous building before him. So maybe he wouldn’t live. Who the hell cared. Wasn’t his fight. He’d been too busy fighting for everyone else lately, he hadn’t had a good killing of his own. Just knifing some asshole in the neck and watching him bleed to death. Now that was a good night out.
He looked over his shoulder and stifled a chuckle as he saw the smaller kid picking up a large broken tree branch about his size and heaving it over his shoulder. The fat kid was bleeding from the eyes and mouth in long dripping gushes but it wasn’t enough for his former prey. As he tried to frantically crawl to the steps of the Citadel, possibly seeking refuge among the adults, the scrawny kid roared like a tiny little barbarian and brought the make-shift club down onto his target’s skull. There was a crack, a suddenly limp body, and then lots of seeping blood.
Tommy stopped snickering.
The kid seemed stunned for a moment and then lifted the branch again, bludgeoning the probably unconscious fat boy over and over, until he was the most likely very dead body with what used to be a head.
The leather jacket wearing specter fell to a knee and broke out into hysterics.
The kid didn’t hear him at all and just kept whacking away, not convinced at all that his adversary was finished. Tommy was rolling on the floor, tears streaming from his eyes, holding his stomach in pain.
“Oh my fuckin’ God! Hahahahaha! I can’t believe…..Hahahahahha! That was fuckin’ amazing!” He stopped laughing for a second to inhale some air and stood up, and looked at the child hard at work. “Wow kid! Great job! Hahahaha! Fucking great!” His laughter attracted the attention of some people near the door of the Citadel and as he turned his back to the amazingly funny spectacle behind him, he heard cries of surprise and anger from the adults who saw the blood covered child now working on the rest of the body with a large rock he’d found somewhere.
“Oh man….hahah…kids these days.” He said to the monk at the front counter, who was standing on tip toe to see over Tommy, anxious to know what the growing commotion was on his steps. “Hey, over here.” The specter motioned at him with a small wave. Blinking away his curiosity, he bowed slightly and asked what he’d like today.
“Ahhhh, let me get…something fun. I need some real good fun. Haven’t had it in a while. If there are naked chicks there too, even better. “ The monk assured Tommy he couldn’t guarantee it, but he’d see what he could do.
“Go left, then right. Follow the path with the eyes on the wall, turn after you see the picture of a monkey, take ten steps, turn left, go down the ladder, follow the hallway, turn right, go up the stairs-”
“Wait if I just went down the ladder, why the hell would I go up stairs?”
“Go UP the stairs,” the monk sighed, “Then take a left, run as fast as you can down this hallway, it’s VERY important that you do, and duck as soon as you feel an air current on your neck. Oh and turn right at the intersection. Your room is 1337.”
Tommy just stared at him.
“Excuse me sir, but you requested something ‘fun’. Getting to the room includes some of that fun.” He forced a smile, but the young fighter could see his frustration. “Here,” he said as he quickly scribbled arrows and “run here” notes on a small paper. Tommy snatched it and went on his way.
This had better be the best goddamn walk I’ve ever been on.
***
“WHAT IN THE HELL?!!!” Tommy rolled violently into the black stone corridor as giant guillotines sprang out of either end of the walls and tried to chop him at the shoulder and the stomach. He thought sprinting out of the reach of the amazingly fast legless zombies down the hallways earlier had been surprising, but this certainly took the first place prize. I thought maybe some darts or knives would come at me…sweet baby Jesus…
He dusted himself off and slid up against the wall, pondering if the monk was still trying to kill him. He always seemed to have some kind of grudge with an employee of this Citadel every time he came here. I really gotta talk to a manager about this crap.
1337.
It’s shiny gold door and polished pearl handle gleamed at him with a sense of murderous glee. The face of it was plain, no emblems or designs, but Tommy felt its aura was just right. As he walked up to the door to pull the handle, a small hole appeared in door and suddenly a moving picture (Like a movie; Tommy had heard passing ghosts mention not being able to see the “World Premiere of the Ghostbuster’s movie before dying and questioned them about what it was) with a pretty woman dressed in the monk’s standard uniform.
“Hello Tommy! This message will also be given to your competitor. The object of this battle is to kill your opponent! We felt since you wanted something a little more exciting than a simple one on one, we have placed in a large number of hindrances that could very well kill you and/or your opponent. In order to determine who your target will be, each of you will have the luxury of seeing each other for the first time with a slight golden glow about your bodies. After initial combat has begun, the glow will fade away instantly and you‘ll be free to use whatever tactics suit you best. Just don‘t die before he or she gets there!”
Her cute smile sent a chill down his spine.
“Also, feel free to dispose of these ‘obstacles’ however you like! Enjoy your time!” She winked and blew a kiss at him. The screen went dark and then faded away completely. Holding his breath, he pulled open the door and walked through the portal. Immediately he felt at home. It was a pretty dark place but very noisy. Strobe lights were bouncing all over the walls and floor and people were dancing like lunatics with bits of bright jewelry about their necks, ears, and wrists. No one seemed to notice he was there, but he figured he was fitting right in with his appearance. A neon glowing paper near where he entered caught his eye.
Tonight’s Rave List!
Streamline (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JaPNLpeWTGc&feature=related)
MK Techno Remix (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HnTAEj5Cvfc&NR=1)
Fusion Dance (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iLiv-fS0zxk&feature=related)
Infinite Dimensions*
Darwin*
Firefly*
Fracus* (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hYkuhfsoX6M&feature=related)
Be sure to dance ‘til you DROP!!!
He listened to the beat of the first song and felt like busting a move. As he sauntered towards the crowd while keeping an eye out for the glow, he felt a funny vibe coming from the people. At first he couldn’t place it. Something was off. He ran a hand through his snow white hair and stopped moving, carefully examining the surging and popping sea of dancers.
A glint from the strobe lights caught his eye.
They were all packing. Each one had weapons, from knives to short swords to brass knuckles and who knew what else. Ahhh, very nice. So these are my obstacles. The dagger that once belonged to the mother he never knew began to surge with its blood lust. Still unsure of who or what lived in the blade, he knew only one thing. It was going to have as much, if not more, fun than he was going too.
He decided to test the waters and moved forward slowly, unsheathing the eager steel dagger from its leather prison. It didn’t speak to him, but it was almost as if he could hear it drooling. These were not real people, so Tommy never bothered with judging them for how good a person they could be; they were in his way.
As he neared a sweaty but very well dressed man that could pick up any chick he could want, the dancer suddenly snapped his neck towards Tommy and lunged at his throat. The half-specter took a small jump back and swiped at his eyes, slicing right through the pupils. The man staggered back holding his face, screaming at the top of his lungs, blood pouring from between his fingers.
Not a soul stopped dancing. Not even a look towards the flailing person on the ground.
“Oh oh oh…boy, we are gonna rock this place tonight!” The dagger said in a sinister voice.
Tommy laughed darkly as he watched the blood drip from the tip of his weapon. Oh yes we are…
((*The last 4 songs share the same link. Click the “More” section under “About This Video” to see a list of those songs, should you care to hear them.))
One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven…
Tommy counted to himself as the big fat kid punched the smaller one in the stomach, holding him against a tree by his neck and continuously pounding into the child. He was smirking because as he watched the bully land his fat, cushioned fingers into the bony ribs of the smaller kid, the victim was building quite a large amount of rage. Not only could the half-specter see it in his tear filled eyes, but in his salivating mouth, gritted teeth and the pure feel of hatred that was seething of off him in huge, comforting energy waves that just gave him tingles up his spine.
Twenty-three. Twenty-four.
Suddenly the child’s fist shot up like a rocket and connected with the fat boy’s chin. He reeled back, chubby arms waving in the air hoping to keep his balance, and then it was all over. The smaller kid leapt on him like a rapid squirrel, punching him in the face, clawing at his eyes, and biting his ears.
Tommy leaned off his own tree in the shade and laughed. It was good to see real life fights before entering the Citadel. Even if they were both going to live…did a tooth just bounce in front of his boot? No, not a tooth. Teeth. Teeth were flying out of the fat kid like popcorn from a pan. The young specter laughed again as he kicked them out of his way and began climbing the steps of the dark enormous building before him. So maybe he wouldn’t live. Who the hell cared. Wasn’t his fight. He’d been too busy fighting for everyone else lately, he hadn’t had a good killing of his own. Just knifing some asshole in the neck and watching him bleed to death. Now that was a good night out.
He looked over his shoulder and stifled a chuckle as he saw the smaller kid picking up a large broken tree branch about his size and heaving it over his shoulder. The fat kid was bleeding from the eyes and mouth in long dripping gushes but it wasn’t enough for his former prey. As he tried to frantically crawl to the steps of the Citadel, possibly seeking refuge among the adults, the scrawny kid roared like a tiny little barbarian and brought the make-shift club down onto his target’s skull. There was a crack, a suddenly limp body, and then lots of seeping blood.
Tommy stopped snickering.
The kid seemed stunned for a moment and then lifted the branch again, bludgeoning the probably unconscious fat boy over and over, until he was the most likely very dead body with what used to be a head.
The leather jacket wearing specter fell to a knee and broke out into hysterics.
The kid didn’t hear him at all and just kept whacking away, not convinced at all that his adversary was finished. Tommy was rolling on the floor, tears streaming from his eyes, holding his stomach in pain.
“Oh my fuckin’ God! Hahahahaha! I can’t believe…..Hahahahahha! That was fuckin’ amazing!” He stopped laughing for a second to inhale some air and stood up, and looked at the child hard at work. “Wow kid! Great job! Hahahaha! Fucking great!” His laughter attracted the attention of some people near the door of the Citadel and as he turned his back to the amazingly funny spectacle behind him, he heard cries of surprise and anger from the adults who saw the blood covered child now working on the rest of the body with a large rock he’d found somewhere.
“Oh man….hahah…kids these days.” He said to the monk at the front counter, who was standing on tip toe to see over Tommy, anxious to know what the growing commotion was on his steps. “Hey, over here.” The specter motioned at him with a small wave. Blinking away his curiosity, he bowed slightly and asked what he’d like today.
“Ahhhh, let me get…something fun. I need some real good fun. Haven’t had it in a while. If there are naked chicks there too, even better. “ The monk assured Tommy he couldn’t guarantee it, but he’d see what he could do.
“Go left, then right. Follow the path with the eyes on the wall, turn after you see the picture of a monkey, take ten steps, turn left, go down the ladder, follow the hallway, turn right, go up the stairs-”
“Wait if I just went down the ladder, why the hell would I go up stairs?”
“Go UP the stairs,” the monk sighed, “Then take a left, run as fast as you can down this hallway, it’s VERY important that you do, and duck as soon as you feel an air current on your neck. Oh and turn right at the intersection. Your room is 1337.”
Tommy just stared at him.
“Excuse me sir, but you requested something ‘fun’. Getting to the room includes some of that fun.” He forced a smile, but the young fighter could see his frustration. “Here,” he said as he quickly scribbled arrows and “run here” notes on a small paper. Tommy snatched it and went on his way.
This had better be the best goddamn walk I’ve ever been on.
***
“WHAT IN THE HELL?!!!” Tommy rolled violently into the black stone corridor as giant guillotines sprang out of either end of the walls and tried to chop him at the shoulder and the stomach. He thought sprinting out of the reach of the amazingly fast legless zombies down the hallways earlier had been surprising, but this certainly took the first place prize. I thought maybe some darts or knives would come at me…sweet baby Jesus…
He dusted himself off and slid up against the wall, pondering if the monk was still trying to kill him. He always seemed to have some kind of grudge with an employee of this Citadel every time he came here. I really gotta talk to a manager about this crap.
1337.
It’s shiny gold door and polished pearl handle gleamed at him with a sense of murderous glee. The face of it was plain, no emblems or designs, but Tommy felt its aura was just right. As he walked up to the door to pull the handle, a small hole appeared in door and suddenly a moving picture (Like a movie; Tommy had heard passing ghosts mention not being able to see the “World Premiere of the Ghostbuster’s movie before dying and questioned them about what it was) with a pretty woman dressed in the monk’s standard uniform.
“Hello Tommy! This message will also be given to your competitor. The object of this battle is to kill your opponent! We felt since you wanted something a little more exciting than a simple one on one, we have placed in a large number of hindrances that could very well kill you and/or your opponent. In order to determine who your target will be, each of you will have the luxury of seeing each other for the first time with a slight golden glow about your bodies. After initial combat has begun, the glow will fade away instantly and you‘ll be free to use whatever tactics suit you best. Just don‘t die before he or she gets there!”
Her cute smile sent a chill down his spine.
“Also, feel free to dispose of these ‘obstacles’ however you like! Enjoy your time!” She winked and blew a kiss at him. The screen went dark and then faded away completely. Holding his breath, he pulled open the door and walked through the portal. Immediately he felt at home. It was a pretty dark place but very noisy. Strobe lights were bouncing all over the walls and floor and people were dancing like lunatics with bits of bright jewelry about their necks, ears, and wrists. No one seemed to notice he was there, but he figured he was fitting right in with his appearance. A neon glowing paper near where he entered caught his eye.
Tonight’s Rave List!
Streamline (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JaPNLpeWTGc&feature=related)
MK Techno Remix (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HnTAEj5Cvfc&NR=1)
Fusion Dance (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iLiv-fS0zxk&feature=related)
Infinite Dimensions*
Darwin*
Firefly*
Fracus* (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hYkuhfsoX6M&feature=related)
Be sure to dance ‘til you DROP!!!
He listened to the beat of the first song and felt like busting a move. As he sauntered towards the crowd while keeping an eye out for the glow, he felt a funny vibe coming from the people. At first he couldn’t place it. Something was off. He ran a hand through his snow white hair and stopped moving, carefully examining the surging and popping sea of dancers.
A glint from the strobe lights caught his eye.
They were all packing. Each one had weapons, from knives to short swords to brass knuckles and who knew what else. Ahhh, very nice. So these are my obstacles. The dagger that once belonged to the mother he never knew began to surge with its blood lust. Still unsure of who or what lived in the blade, he knew only one thing. It was going to have as much, if not more, fun than he was going too.
He decided to test the waters and moved forward slowly, unsheathing the eager steel dagger from its leather prison. It didn’t speak to him, but it was almost as if he could hear it drooling. These were not real people, so Tommy never bothered with judging them for how good a person they could be; they were in his way.
As he neared a sweaty but very well dressed man that could pick up any chick he could want, the dancer suddenly snapped his neck towards Tommy and lunged at his throat. The half-specter took a small jump back and swiped at his eyes, slicing right through the pupils. The man staggered back holding his face, screaming at the top of his lungs, blood pouring from between his fingers.
Not a soul stopped dancing. Not even a look towards the flailing person on the ground.
“Oh oh oh…boy, we are gonna rock this place tonight!” The dagger said in a sinister voice.
Tommy laughed darkly as he watched the blood drip from the tip of his weapon. Oh yes we are…
((*The last 4 songs share the same link. Click the “More” section under “About This Video” to see a list of those songs, should you care to hear them.))