| I'm Dreaming...; Chapter 18 [Showdown 26 - RP 1] | |
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| Night | May 15 2008, 05:25 PM Post #1 |
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Finally I reached him. Our encounter was brief, but as I expected - the way to reach a madman? With his own methods. Darkness surrounds me, yet I am visible. It is as if I watch myself run in slow motion, empty black space surrounds me completely. I notice I am wearing my ring attire. As always, my face is covered by what appears to be the night sky and tonight, the stars shimmer brightly. My blurred hands stretch forwards after something... ... I'm dreaming. Ahead of me, a familiar and yet unknown sight. A bright, golden gleam of light entices me forwards and in this moment it is as if I know no other course. Searching my mind, it is as if my entire existence knew no other desire - and yet, I know that this is not the case. Still, I can not shake this fixation and onwards I run. Still I get no closer, the object I chase rushes ahead of me, propelled by some unseen force. What is this thing? Why does this feel so familiar? Despite not knowing what I chase, I know somehow that it will bring me great achievement. A sense of glory. I must have it. The darkness around me stretches and a bright light engulfs and blinds me. My eyes jar shut to block the pain, and in an instant it is over - my eyes are open and it is as if they were the whole time. Looking around me I find that I stand silently on a Parisian sidewalk - it is night time and above me the stars shine as brightly as I know they shine from my mask. Despite the late hour, a soft light washes over the streets, illuminating them warmly. Several cafes scatter the street and faceless coffee drinkers chat and watch people as they walk by. But none of this interests me, I see the object. At the far end of the street, glimmering brightly - taunting me. It's almost supernatural in appearance. A sparkling gem in the distance. Running as if my life depended on it, I make for the object. I am ecstatic as it does not move at first, but as I expected, it quickly darts away as if it were taunting me. Allowing me the briefest of stolen glimpses and fleeting moments where I feel I might grasp it... posses it, only for it to rush from my sight. I run tirelessly, faster than I know I, or any human that I know of, could run. Twisting through streets and alleyways I notice the chattering cafes and warm lighting of the main streets as they fade away behind me, replaced by a sea of grey buildings and closed stores. The light bathing this place is no where near as warm or inviting as it had been before - it is cold and desolate and I shudder as I run, chasing the speck of light in the distance. With a great sense of joy, I find myself closing on it quickly. It slips around a corner and I glide around a moment after it - and stop dead in my tracks. It's gone! My eyes and head dart left and right, desperately searching. It can't end like this! I never even got more than a glimpse... A golden flash blinds me temporarily and suddenly I see the object once more. At the far end of the alley I stand in the mouth of - a silhouette looms beside it. Without a second thought I run as fast as I can through the alley and find myself at it almost instantly. And then I see it... the sVo International Championship. ... in the grasp of it's current owner and my rival, no less - 'The Hope' Isaac White. He smirks at me in his confident manner and I feel a cold rage wash over me. After all he has put me through, he still walks around with such a prize. "I have something for you," the words ooze coldly from his mouth and I stare at him grimly. Any trace of warmth has faded from the light and everything now appears grey - myself and Isaac included. The belt, however, still glows a brilliant gold. He withdraws the arm with which he holds my gaze and, to my dismay, the belt - glow and all - vanishes. I watch with a cautious curiosity as he presents the same arm once again, this time however, instead of the belt he holds a single paper crane. Disappointment rushes over me and the only source of light in this grey scene remains hidden from view. "What is this?" I snap at him, the frustration and indignation not masked at all from my voice. He remains unmoved as he looks emotionlessly at the small paper crane in his hand. "A peace offering," his reply is matter-of-fact, as though it were far too obvious a question for me to answer. "I don't want your peace offering," my reply snarls from my mouth. "Then what do you want?" He stares at me blankly and I feel my blood bubbling beneath my skin. "Retribution," the word bursts forward from all around us. It is my voice, but the word is far bigger than either of us, and yet, I continue. "You tormented me and yet it is you who are hiding something, Isaac. For these actions, it is Retribution I seek and through Retribution I will take your golden belt." Again he offers forward his hand, again the crane stares at me from his palm, mocking me. "That's not all I've got, there's something else." "What?" He withdraws his hand as he continues, "I won't stand in your way." I wait for him to continue, but he stands motionless, staring at me blankly. A roar from behind me causes me to jump aside, twisting in midair to face the other way from which I was just standing. A large warrior in a black gi with red trim bellows as he slices a Chinese staff downwards at me. The blade whirs past my head and clangs loudly as it crashes into the ground beside me. The warrior lets out another loud roar as he lifts the long staff over his head and again slashes it at me. Instinctively, I roll aside and as I stand, I find I am adorned in samurai armor - the plates a silky black with a multitude of stars shining brightly from them. Reaching to my side I unsheathe my katana and turn to face this newcomer. WHAT ABOUT 'THE HOPE'? Jerking my head around, I am surprised to find him still frozen in place, his cold, grey eyes plotting I am sure. A paper crane floats to the ground in front of me, but my attention is diverted as the blade of the staff again slices past my face, uncomfortably close. Again I swipe at the warrior, he dodges aside but I manage to kick him in the chest, knocking him back several steps. Feeling paranoid, again I glance over at Isaac - he remains frozen and as I turn back to my battle, another paper crane floats into view, coming to rest on the ground. The warrior and I clash again, and again I glance at Isaac, who remains frozen, and again a single paper crane floats from the sky. Feeling as though stuck in a loop I am unsure of how long this continues, but I soon notice that the ground is now littered with paper cranes. I pant from exhaustion as I glare at my opponent. He seems tired, but I can see he is hungry to prove something at my expense. At one point this look concerned me, but as I saw the look jump from face to face it became familiar, almost an undesired friend, one that no longer intimidates me. But my focus keeps jumping to Isaac, the man who hunted and harassed me and then tried to walk away, claiming to have cured me. What a joke. Cure me? Who the hell does he think... he... is??!? Time seems to stop as the anger and frustration consume me, overwhelming me and seeming to posses my body. I watch from a distance as my body turns from the warrior in black and red and lunges at a stoic Isaac, slashing my katana across his chest. Another flash and suddenly Isaac strolls towards me, we are alone, surrounded by a sea of paper cranes fallen from the sky. Isaac stands in front of me and looks me in the eye. I clench my jaw and I feel my hands ball into fists - and I am shocked as Isaac turns his back on me and again stands motionless. Has he frozen again? No, his shoulders rise and fall slightly with his breath - this is one of his twisted games! Well, no more. I steel myself as I raise my katana above my head and, with both hands, drive it downwards towards Isaac. As I do this, I see that the katana has transformed itself into Isaac's cane. The cane connects with the back of Isaac's head with a loud crack and he drops to the ground. A blinding bright glimmer radiates from the ground nearby where it has dropped from Isaac's clutches. With a sense of awe I reach down and scoop it into my hands. Standing I stare at the golden belt, shining proudly in my grasp at last. Suddenly remembering Isaac I look to the ground - he is gone! Somewhere in the distance I hear his cackle... ... and almost on cue the glimmering, golden belt melts from my hands - to where, I don't know - but I will find it... |
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