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| Ethan Rider | Jan 21 2011, 05:12 PM Post #1 |
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The Dark Rise
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The spittle showered against my face, and the rough hands of the gang leader ploughed into my gut, doubling me over as I moaned out, my lips and eyes contorting into a pained grimace as I dropped to one knee, the back of his hand slapping across my cheek with intense force. The gang were an intimidating group. Known as the "Kings," because of their iron rule over the back streets. Dirty sand sprayed up into my face, whipped along the deserted streets by a powerful gust of wind. Five men made up the group, a crazy mass of tats across every square centimetre of topless, tanned skin. They were skinheads, and three of them were burly, ripped to within an inch of their lives. One more stood seven foot tall, a head and a bit taller than myself... The leader was the smallest, but he moved stealthily, and with a swagger that commandeered superiority over his posse. His lip, nose and eyelid were pierced, and he was dressed in loose jeans that he wore below a foot below his hip. I, at almost the same level, was dressed in a ripped 'Viva La Revolution' T-Shirt, and held a small playing card in my hand. Upon the card was imprinted the face of Dimitri, the Russian that was the cause of my bullet wound related insomnia. The leader grabbed my arm, striking the card from my grasp. I said nothing. The face slowly floated to the floor as I cautiously looked him in his one good eye. He smirked, cruelly, as the men behind him began to chortle, enjoying my fear and pain. He slowly flexed his fingers, before driving his fist thrice across my face with lightning speed. I reeled away, spinning and crashing into a trash can by the side of the road. "What do you want..." I managed to choke out, my lips parched from the blazing heat. My throat was dry and a shining bruise was slowly appearing on my right eye. They began to laugh uproariously once more, before the leader strode forward and ruffled my hair playfully, before twisting my shirt in his left hand and snapping my arm against the trash can, slinging me over his shoulder and dumping me brutally into the dirt. "Nothing, kid. You're a fun guy to hurt.. It helps when you find a weak little pussy like you." My mind shifted, crazily blurring into a red mist as my eyes blanked out. I let out a soft moan, until suddenly my eyes snapped open once more. Nothing was there. It wasn't how I expected 'nothing' to be... a never-ending white expanse... It was 'nothing.' But there wasn't nothing, not really. Because he was back, standing a distance away from me... how far I would never know, but he was there. Dimitri. Colt revolver strapped into the back pocket of his sleek silver blazer, his eyes were crinkled, and he seemed almost happy to see me. Of course, the happiness in him would be some evil, sadistic plan. He was going to hurt me. "Ethan Rider... It's been too long, my friend!" "Dimitri." "Let your facial hair get a tad unkempt, my boy, really should make an effort to go clean-shaven." I sub-conciously reached up to stroke the growing stubble on my face, and I realized he was right. Through all the insomnia, visions and constant SvO nightmare, I had forgotten how to live my day to day life. I twitched, but didn't respond. Dimitri began to walk forwards, his right hand slowly fingering the trigger of the Colt in his pocket, as he slowly slipped the gun out, flicking the safety catch off as he did. "Are you going to kill me, Dimitri?" My voice came out numb, emotionless. Truthfully, I could feel no emotion. "One day, Ethan, yes. But not now... Now, I want to play a game with you..." "What game?" "Russian Roulette." I woke up in an instant, sweat sreaming from my pores. My insomnia was one of the reasons I was staying in the hotel room, because I didn't want to wake Amy up with my multiple nightmares. So, I was stuck with the International Champion himself, Colt Cooper... who at this instant, was fooling around with three bimbos riding about on top of him across the room. "Oh Colt..." One of them moaned slightly, and the others began to laugh as I sat upright in my bedding, glaring across at the foursome. I coughed, but not one of them seemed to hear me. "WHAT THE FUCK?" That got their attention, and the group stopped for a moment, before quickly rolling away from each other, flustered. I swept the bedcovers off of me, glaring the whole time at Colt, who looked at the bulge in his baby blue boxers sheepishly. "Jesus Christ... Get the fuck out, girls." Colt began to protest, but then decided against it, slowly climbing out of bed to usher the bikini clad ladies out of the door, slapping them each on the ass as they went. Then, he turned to me, eyes blazing. "DUDE." "Sorry, but you KNOW the reason I'm in here is too get some sleep..." "I haven't had sex for aaaaaages, though!" I grimace at the graphic description of Coop's sex life, and take a step forward, pushing my face into his and doing my best to intimidate the slightly larger International Champion, but to no avail. Colt shoves me backwards, and I stumble, just catching myself. "I don't care, Colt. Go to sleep." "God, I TOLD Matt you're a dick." "Really? Thought you had my back, buddy... OH, wait... That changed ever since you kicked the shit out of me two weeks back." "Orders, kid. But I'll gladly do it again..." "Don't turn this into a fight." Colt suddenly rears forwards, snapping him hands towards my throat faster than I can counter, and he throttles me, hoisting my whole body from the floor and sending me crashing into the wall. Adrenaline takes over, and the pain is numbed out, leaving space for anger to drive my senses. I surge forward myself, driving a kick into the mid-section of Cooper, who's movements are sluggish, an excessive intake of alcohol still taking its toll on the baby blue big man. Colt doubles over, and I try to drop him with a right hook, but Cooper swings his fist backwards, thundering the knuckles into my chin and throat as I move down... My breathing is momentarily cut-off, and as I choke, Colt finishes the job, sending his knee crunching into my testicles with incredible brutality. I cry out, collapsing to the floor in pain, before I black out, my head swimming. "Fucking faggot. Now I have to get those girls back..." |
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