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I'm Dreaming...; Chapter 27 [Showdown 36 RP]
Topic Started: Mar 20 2010, 05:35 AM (41 Views)
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"YOU WILL NOT STOP ME!"

The voice roars, the source and target both unseen. As my vision returns I spot my current adversary. Draped in a fine suit of pink and black he menacingly thrusts a Canadian flag at my head. It all happens as if in slow motion.

"YOU WILL NOT STOP ME!"

It occurs to me that the voice is my own. I howl at the man as I charge at him. My body is controlled by a larger force than myself and I suddenly feel like a passenger watching all that happens to me through the windscreen. It then occurs that I have been here before...

... I'm dreaming.

Of course!

I should have recognized this. But it's been so long since this has happened - my dreams used to provide an insight into the happenings of my conscious life, but for the last two years they have been broken, disjointed. Two years. It feels like a lifetime. I eagerly watch as my destiny now continues to unfold in front of me.

I charge at the man and as I grow close he evaporates, flag and all. He breaks apart into little black bubbles. I watch intently as the bubbles fly away - one lingers, however. Not only lingers, but changes course and lunges at me, swooping from above.

Under attack I instinctively duck my head.

Feathers ruffle as razor sharp talons grasp at me desperately. The attack is lightning fast and is over in an instant - but that instant seems to last for a lifetime. Finally, a reprieve. I look skyward to see the raven fly away. Something tells me I have not seen the last of him. But I can't let myself be sidetracked. I have a task at hand.

I have a mission.

Hungrily I gaze ahead of me. The cave... the entrance... the top of the world lies open to me for the first time. Still on autopilot my body wastes not a second and rushes forward faster than I have ever even thought of running. I pass through the threshold of the cave - something I have seen beyond only twice before. I know what treasure lies ahead. I have seen it, I must possess it.

The cave grows dark. It is longer than I remember it. Rushing through the pitch black unknown I am thankful not to be in control of my body. My legs instinctively fly along the ground, seamlessly navigating the jagged and uneven terrain below me. A sharp stalactite juts out in front of me and I don't flinch as somehow I distort around it.

Light, finally.

Bursting from the end of the tunnel I am greeted by an unwelcome but not unexpected sound.

"CAW!"

I dive for the ground as the black flurry descends on me. Looking ahead I see what I have been after. The top of the mountain is just a short climb away. I realize it should be a strange sight to see - what appears to be the peak of a tall mountain sticks out of an open clearing of wasteland. Contrasting strongly with it's inexplicable snow covered faces and low-altitude clouds I can not help but stare at it.

If I can sneak past that damn bird I could get up there.

Slowly I crawl forward, inch by inch, knowing the slightest movement could gain the attention of my sky-bound adversary. Out of the corner of my eye I catch a flurry of movement. Turning my attention to it I see two silhouettes locked in combat - their goal obviously the same as mine. And suddenly it is clear to me what must be done.

Silently climbing to my feet I look up once more and see in the distance a rapidly approaching black dot. This time, as it approaches I ready myself and as it extends its talons at me and lets out a piercing shriek I roar and leap up at it. As we clash I feel it morph and upon landing I find myself staring down a man in dark clothes with rainbow colored hair.

We stand and stare at each other, motionless. Each surveying the other. Looking for weakness. Looking for... anything.

I am not sure what I see... but there is something.

The moment is inevitable. In unison we break the stillness as we fly towards each other and clash. The struggle is frantic and I can not seem to make out the details of it. It is a strange sensation. My mind and body struggle desperately, thrashing and dodging and yet I can not consciously determine what attacks are coming and which are going.

But I can't give up. I won't. Without warning, he runs at the mountain and begins to scale it and I follow with all the speed I can muster. We continue to fight as we climb, higher and higher. What once seemed like a short climb suddenly extends out in front of me as I look upwards. The climb that remains is long still. My attention is quickly drawn back to the more immediate threat of the rainbow haired man who continues upwards while loosening my grip with a hard kick to the head. My resolve is strong and I hold tight, continuing upwards and lashing out at him whenever I have a good enough hold.

I can't help but look up. The glimmering gold glows warmly illuminating the peak ahead in a brilliant yellow.

But that distraction is all he needs - I am struck. A powerful backfist loosens my grip.

"NO!" I call out.

I'm slipping.

"NO!"

Desperately I grab at the slick mountain face and scramble helplessly, finding nothing but sheer ice walls.

"NO! NO! NO! NO!"

Finally I grab a hold. The thinnest of ridges in the otherwise perfect face. It's not over yet. I launch myself upward somehow and it is suddenly as if I can merely touch the ice and scale it. Laughing I stand and begin to run as the dark haired man stares at me, bewildered...


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Where am I?




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I sit with a start.

Goodfellas Casino - this again...

Checking the clock I am horrified to read 3:04 am. Ugh. Swinging my feet off the bed I rest my head in my hands. Feeling anxious I reach for the mask on my bedside table and hurriedly pull it onto my head. At times like these it brings such comfort. To be able to hide away while still doing what is necessary.

I heard something. Coming from the other room.

Cautiously I stand and move towards the door. I open it silently and step through.


VOICE: Three-oh-four. Like clockwork.

Master Kimura. I am thankful to see him and now that I think of it, I should have expected it.

My mentor sits reclined on the couch, on the television seems to be an sVo broadcast. On closer inspection it is Showdown 35 - Raven vs Roscoe Shame to be exact.


KIMURA: I thought since you're going to be awake tormenting yourself anyway we might as well make this productive. Here's Raven's last match - what are you standing around for?

He props himself up and indicates a now vacant spot on the couch next to him. I sit, my eyes glued intently to the screen.

I watch intently as Shame delivers a super fallaway slam onto Raven and proceeds to cover him, only for Raven to kick out.


NIGHT: He can take a lot.

Master Kimura nods solemnly.

KIMURA: He's faced many intense battles, even by your standards.

Meanwhile on the screen Roscoe nails a twisting body attack on Raven and covers him - again Raven kicks out.

KIMURA: You can put him down, but you'll have to give it your all to keep him down.

Shame brings Raven into position for The Shame Time.

KIMURA: Be on your guard...

Raven low blows Shame.

KIMURA: ... cause he can turn things on you...

Raven downs Roscoe with The Hardcore Twist and covers him as the ref counts...

KIMURA: ... just...

... one...

KIMURA: ... like...

... two...

KIMURA: ... that.

... three. The screen pauses. My mentor yawns as he hands me the remote control.

KIMURA: It's late. An old man needs all the beauty sleep he can get.

He chuckles as he stands and pats me on the shoulder.

KIMURA: I left you some homework.

Master Kimura indicates a pile of DVDs next to the TV.

KIMURA: Those are as many of Raven's matches as I could dig up.

I can't help but grin.

NIGHT: Thank you, Master.

KIMURA: Of course, Akumu. Like I said, if you're going to be up all night you might as well make the most of your time. You must focus on each fight match-by-match. Concentrate on the present, look at the mountain slope just in front of you, don't be blinded by the glow at the top of the mountain. Good night, Night.

Wait... how did he...?

NIGHT: Good night, Master.

As I manage to blurt out my farewell, I can't help but notice as my mentor checks the locks on the door as he heads off to his room. Of course I am concerned for him - but he and I agreed, I am here for a purpose and I can not allow myself to be distracted.

I recline back on the couch as I flick back to the start of the match...




... but how did he...?




...




No.

I must not get distracted.

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