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Posted Aug 12, '13 at 7:47am

Rapyion

Rapyion

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Chapter 27

  Henry brought up his arm and stopped the maniac's fist from reaching his face.
  The intense moment where Henry had to duel with a crazy psychopath who had a lot of experience of fighting at close quarters while balancing himself and compensating for the movements of the gigantic monster of death underneath him. This guy was responsible for the laboratories and experiments on humans. And the mayor allowed this! This was so wrong in Henry's eyes. He couldn't just die here, from this petty soul of a human.
  The gun the enemy had dropped down a few hundred metres after the monster of death had risen. Luck and skill was his only hope. If he had luck.
  The man swoops down and sent a low kick to trip Henry but he jumped and landed on his thigh instead.
  The monster below them growled and roared as it knocked building after building. Its extra arm was never used. This was an extreme relief to Henry. The man screamed, no, shrieked more than a girl could as Henry's momentum and weight crushed through his thigh. He lifted his leg away and felt sick from doing that. When he walked towards his opponent, he felt sticky with his foot all bloody and fleshy.
  Suddenly, the man shouted his own name.
  Avus.
  He fainted from the exceeding trauma. Henry looked at Avus's face with disgust, and pushed his body off the monster with his foot, the clean foot. That was one way to get down, but Henry wouldn't go that way. This monster had fur, but it was too short to be grabbed onto. He didn't have a whip like Myke's, and even if he had a whip, he couldn't even swing from building to building. He had to stay here until an equally tall building was only metres away from its head.
  He lay on the ground and dragged himself to the edge and looked.
  Smoke instantly smothered him. He jerked his body back and coughed from the horrid smell of it. Then, his heart lifted as helicopters appeared from below. He couldn't identify the pilots but that was okay. He was going to get saved. Or so he thought.
  The monster was originated from the main tube back in the laboratory. That insane man had missed and instead opened a hole in the tube and he guessed that the gases in the air might have mutated that thing inside the tube. But how he got onto it, he didn't know either. Everything was such a blur that he couldn't register anything for a short period of time.
  One of the helicopters shot a missile and it travelled straight to Henry. Obviously, he moved to the side and it rocketed to the Darkness region, never to be found again. Then, another missile was shot, but from a different helicopter. Henry rolled instead and the missile accidentally collided with the previous helicopter and an explosion happened. It sent the helicopter crashing into a building.
  Why were they targeting him but not the monster? Was East not their city, their home, where their families were living? He had never felt loved after his family had died years ago. But he knew he wouldn't feel this way if his family were alive today. This was madness.
  A helicopter neared Henry in a fast speed, trying to ram into him. He saw that coming and timed his jump. Well, his calculations were never wrong in his own eyes. He grabbed onto the edge of the helicopter and hung on as it tried to find its target. He climbed into it and saw two people seated with helmets strapped over their heads. The first thing he saw after that was a pistol in its sheath. His hand jabbed in that direction and brought the pistol out. Pistols felt weird to Henry. He had only used it once in his whole life. It was in his naive times. He had joked around with other soldiers, holding a rare pistol and shooting sacks of rice before he got caught by his commander. That pistol was confiscated and never seen again. It was a wonder how he became a general.
  He pointed the gun at the pilot and demanded in a loud voice that he wanted this helicopter to land on the nearest possible landing area. Two of them were in shock. They said nothing as the helicopter landed on the nearest rooftop, as demanded. Henry ordered them to leave and they did. Henry proceeded to take control of the helicopter and took off, leaving the two pilots stranded on a building with no stairs leading downwards.
  This helicopter wasn't a stealth helicopter, so he had a harder time navigating through, but he still could do it. He went through helicopter training that was pointless. Until now.
  He only had experience on a stealth helicopter, but this one was similar, with slight changes. Henry didn't bother about the details. He just wanted to fly and eliminate all confusions, even if it meant killing anyone in his way. (Except Myke, of course).
  He marked a helicopter, then quickly locking on to the first victim before firing two missiles. That helicopter was destroyed almost instantly.
  The reason why he started with the soldiers first was because he knew they wouldn't attack the beast. They would just act up here and pretend to shoot missile after missile to keep up the act. If they saw one of their helicopters attacking the monster of death, they would target it instead.
  While on his seat, Henry grabbed a parachute bag and wore it before continuing to contribute to the turmoil. He slanted the helicopter into moving to the next target. Again with quick succession, he marked and locked on to the helicopter and destroyed it with the same two missiles.
  He only had four missiles left. Then he heard beeping sounds. He was being targeted, but he reacted too late and the homing rockets were shot. This was why he needed that parachute.
  He got up and shifted his feet, then jumped off through the entrance. He pulled the parachute right after that and heard an explosion behind him. Luckily, no one was stationed to shoot a parachuting man from a building nearby. He landed on the walls of East, apparently. Guards were surrounding him when something crackled. A guard was pulled away and he heard a scream of agony in the darkness. By this time, all the guards were distracted. He took this opportunity and grabbed the soldier's blast gun nearest to him. Henry redirected the blast gun to the man's face and blasted his face off. When everyone turned around, another man was taken away while another man was shot by the blast gun. Henry used the dead man's body as a shield and the bullets shredded the body to pieces.
  Finally, he saw Myke jumping out and using his blast gun. Looking at the furthest man, he brought his arms to each side and fired everywhere. Henry thought Myke's mastery and aim with the blast gun was so good that every shot he made didn't miss at all.
  By Myke's eighth shot, everyone was dead before they knew it. Henry released the dead body and it slumped lifelessly on the ground. He looked at Myke without any facial expressions whatsoever. He just walked over to Myke and wrapped his arms around his best friend.

 

Posted Aug 26, '13 at 9:51am

Rapyion

Rapyion

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Chapter 28

  Rose moved her hands, but they couldn't move freely. Then, she tried her legs, but they couldn't even separate. Instinctively maneuvering around was her first thing she would do when she woke up. She had to move.
  She flicked her eyelids open and saw her own traveller clothes, all dirty and dusty, and the grey floor. Concrete, from her knowledge. She looked up and saw a camera looking at her from a few steps away. She even saw her own reflection in the camera lens. She couldn't see anything past her boots. There was just a light bulb above her, hung with just a piece of rope.
  In the background, she heard people mumbling like some kind of cult religionists. The words coming out were too scrambled to Rose for her to comprehend. It might be another language. She felt like she was in a movie. The damsel in distress, waiting for her hero to save her. Undoubtedly, that wouldn't happen.
  Unlike what usually happened in movies, she didn't have anything around her mouth to seal it, but she felt uneasy with her hair not tied into a ponytail.
  She heard footsteps. That was normal. But what wasn't normal was that they boomed excruciatingly loud. It was deafening to her ears. But thank goodness the voice of the person standing in front of her wasn't all that loud. He was rather short and his hands were behind his back for some reason.
  She couldn't understand a single word he said. Every time there was a pause, he'd hit her somewhere. Her face was the main target. It became red, eventually.
  Then, he brought out the axe and her glove that he was wearing. This instantly made Rose speak out. She spoke in her own language while the interrogator tried to understand what she said. When he couldn't handle it anymore, he held the axe up to her face and pointed to it. Rose kept quiet this time.
  He spoke in that unknown language again. Rose tilted her head and frowned.. Before the man swung the axe down.
  Rose half-grinned while leaning back with her best effort, tilting the chair backwards and adjusting her legs to where the axe would go. The ropes that tied her legs now were cut. She immediately jerked her left leg up, kicking the man's chin. He accidentally released the axe and by coincidence, Rose's left foot was caught with the hilt of the axe. She flew with the axe, then crashing her foot into the man's palm.
  Her foot pushed the button, or at least she assumed it did. The axe fell to the ground, just next to the palm. She slipped her other foot under the axe and brought her foot up, tossing the axe right behind her. She released the button and the axe moved against the chair, pushing it with a moderate force. She used the supposedly stationary axe to cut the bondage around her hands. She pressed her foot down onto the man's palm again. As she heard a groan of pain, she grabbed the axe that was behind her and brought it down and sliced through the man's neck.
  She took a long deep breath and exhaled. Then she got up and unstrapped the glove from the man's hand while holding down the button. She slipped it back to her right hand and she felt good about it. She released the button and the axe returned without delay.
  But then she realised, the first problem was that she didn't know what lay beyond her. She had an idea, though.
  She went to the only light source, the light bulb and stood a few centimetres away from it. She aimed and threw her axe. It cut through the rope that hung the light bulb.
  Back then, she knew that the light bulb was powered, not by the rope, but because it just was. There was no telling where the power source was from. Maybe it was the air. Who knows?
  She reached her hand out and caught the light bulb by the remaining rope. She held it like a lamp, with her left hand holding the rope at the same level as her face.
  The longer she walked, the more anxious she got. It was like an endless room. It felt like hours before she reached the end of the room. There was a door with a sign above it that meant nothing to her because she didn't understand the word.
  She just laid her light bulb slowly on the ground and rested her hand on the doorknob before turning it. She pulled the door open and saw the same city. But finally, she knew the name of it from a billboard far above her.
  Wonderland.

 

Posted Sep 1, '13 at 7:18am

Rapyion

Rapyion

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Chapter 29

  The beast sniffed and picked up another horrible scent, probably the same one as before. It jerked its head up and updated its radar. It was a different room now, with the area and height of the room expanded like never before. There were human beings standing far away from it. Tables with cups and bottles were laid on the floor like they were obstacles to the beast. Its limbs were stuck, like before, and it didn't feel sunlight here. Instead, it felt a chill. A cold one, indeed.
  With its ears, it heard people mumbling softly, speaking in their own language. But for whatever reason, it understood them. And it hated them.
  It flexed its limbs and tried to pull the bondage until it snapped, but it couldn't. It couldn't even budge. Perhaps the bondage was made out of something stronger than its own skin. It growled, trying to intimidate them, but the people in front of it clapped.
  It sniffed again, and the same person, who tortured it, came up to the beast and splashed the same mixture of piss and other toxic materials at the beast. But it could resist more than normal. It was still agony, but less. People celebrated for its suffering and created sounds from their hands meeting. The beast shivered once more, hoping it wouldn't die from it, since the beast didn't feel like anything was sustaining it.
  Then, a kind of heat appeared to the beast like the source was dragged from somewhere. It started to feel stronger. But it wasn't the same level of strength as before. This one was more intense.
  This time, it had bondages instead of spikes. It seemed that the living beings here forgot about its strength. It tensed its limbs and pulled, breaking what held it for a while. The residue on its head remained where it was, but even with that, it didn't shiver anymore.
  It heard screams now. It didn't know why, but it enjoyed the fear instilled in every being it heard. It landed on its four legs, and crushed the one who poured the mixture on it.
  Its teeth penetrated through the person's neck and ripped out part of the flesh as satisfaction from killing its torturer. It faced straight and updated its radar. Most of them had left when it broke free. But different people were coming in. With stick-like weapons.
  With its maximum strength, it launched itself forward and into the air and crashed through the roof. Outside, it didn't feel any heat anymore. It became weaker as it landed on the roof. But not too weak to move around and attack normally.
  Outside, it sensed massive and tall blocks built closely together and well-shaped mobile things moving at a fast speed. But the biggest event it detected was a monster of death rising from somewhere. The beast knew whether any monster was a monster of corruption, darkness or death. It knew its kind all too well. The monster was far more vast than the massive blocks surrounding it. Also, an extra limb stood up from its head. It was weird to see that because there were never monsters with a mutation like that.
  Monsters of darkness and death were enemies to each other, like monsters of darkness and corruption. So, it wouldn't try to get its attention.
  From its radar, there were the same people with the same weapons looking around, probably for the beast.
  It waited until it was fully rested. As an immediate impulse, it howled into the night and the sun rose. It felt its extra strength coming back. This was to prepare for its hunt for the monster of death. It jumped from block to block, chasing that giant beast.

 

Posted Sep 8, '13 at 7:24am

Rapyion

Rapyion

632 posts

Chapter 30

  Myke stood at the edge of the defense wall of East, looking at the 200-metre-tall monster of death rampaging East. It looked like it was enjoying the destruction. Myke didn't know why, he just felt it. Henry stood beside him, but instead of looking at the monster, he looked at Myke, holding a rare and ancient pistol in one hand and a modern blast gun in the other.
  Myke had a choice whether to destroy the monster for good, or to just leave East to its doom. He wanted to do both. Kill the monster, then leave East to find a new city to settle in. He hadn't gone further than Klensburg, but there were, in fact, over a few thousand cities according to the latest detection radar. They weren't just explored yet. No doubt a city would be a similar replica of East, but just not destroyed.
  Myke tapped Henry on his shoulder before he moved towards the stairs. Henry followed.
  Myke saw two guards at the bottom of the stairs when he was going down two steps by two steps. The guards weren't like the guards above. They looked like the mayor's private bodyguards, with suits and ties worn. Before he completed the stair walking, he let his whip loosen and swung at the right angle. It curled around the guard's neck on the left side. He splayed his arm to the right and the guard was forced to move along. He knocked into the other guard and they went down together. Myke probably cracked a skull or two.
  He reached the bottom and checked their equipment. They had laser pistols with them. That was out of the ordinary, but then again, the mayor himself was out of the ordinary.
  Fortunately, there wasn't anyone else on duty around the entrance of East. To Myke's right were cars with drivers running for their lives, helicopters flying around and not hitting anything, apparently, and two types of buildings; the ones that weren't on fire, and the ones that were.
  Even the fire was bright to Myke. He saw Henry pointing towards the mayor's office, one of the very few buildings that didn't catch on fire. They were about to go to the office.
  But there were a few problems. For starters, it would take at least an hour to walk from where they were to the office. Transportation was limited to helicopters above, if they could get one anyway. There weren't any cars nearby, nor were there any public transportation available.
  But by chance, a helicopter flew to Henry and Myke and it had two machine guns pointing at them. For Myke, this was lucky.
  Both of them dived from two different directions. Henry went to the left, Myke went to the right. The helicopter was so low that Myke could probably reach the helicopter with the whip's help. He climbed the concrete stairway again, playing with his whip before he lashed it out.
  When he reached the top, he saw the helicopter. It was below him, but far from his reach. His eyes rested a bit and he smiled. His whip would do the trick. He backed up to the other edge of the wall before he ran with his maximum strength. At the edge, he pushed against the ground and in the air, he had his whip out. He struck at the air and the whip went travelling towards one of the helicopter's landing struts. It coiled around it tightly and Myke was left dangling in the air. He wasn't afraid, though.
  He left the hilt of the whip and climbed the nylon strings, up and up. The helicopter was already firing the machine guns. They spun with extreme speed and the sound they produced was deafening to Myke. But he was trained to withstand it. He climbed up and went inside, leaving the whip for a while. He brought out his blast gun and took cover against one of the seats. He revealed the blast gun, but not himself, and shot the pilot. The windshield was destroyed along with the pilot's life. Myke stood up and pulled the pilot out of the way and took control of the helicopter before it fell.
  Myke lowered the aircraft until Henry could get in. He sat next to Myke and patted him on the shoulder. For some reason, the helicopter wasn't being targeted at all. Besides, the monster of death was far behind the office.
  The helicopter rose above the office. The whole journey only took about 10 minutes before landing directly on top of it. Both of them exited the helicopter and Myke saw a red gigantic hand reaching towards them.
  ****. (Too bad this is censored.)
  Myke shifted his feet and faced Henry. He pounced on Henry and pushed Henry with the momentum of his weight before he was crushed to death.

 

Posted Sep 15, '13 at 12:22pm

Rapyion

Rapyion

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Chapter 31

  Rose walked on an alley, far from where she was imprisoned. The place was dark, but not enough for Rose to get used to it and see. Rose had her axe in her right hand, while dragging her left hand against the wall of the building. It was rough, but she liked the friction between her palm and the wall. There was graffiti that stretched the whole length of the buildings before and in front of her. She found a rubber band on the streets to tie her hair up. She would be really annoyed if her hair flew all over the place, like before.
  Her head dipped down and her eyes were lazily kept open. The only thing she saw was the black road made of tar and other substances she didn't bother memorising. It was rough like the wall and long like the graffiti which gave little to no meaning.
  Then she bumped into something, or someone. She looked up and jerked back from the fist of a man taller than her by a few feet. All she knew about him was that the man was huge and muscular and looked like a leader of a gang, though he wasn't followed by other people. Until she threw the axe and cut through his thick neck. As his head and lifeless body limped onto the ground, she felt the urge to spit at him, but she couldn't. She just walked past the corpse and continued dragging her left palm against the rough wall until there were new paths to choose.
  There was left and right, and riddled with fast-moving vehicles. She felt like throwing her axe and destroying everything she saw, except what she needed.
  She looked at the pedestrians passing by her, though no one noticed her bloody axe.
  Without control, she lifted her ex, looked at a random person she saw and threw it. The axe dug into the person's back and he fell to the ground. She gritted her teeth and clenched her left fist with anger emanated from her. Screams and shouts were heard. People were rushing to see the dead body while sirens sounded their usual alarms. Next to her was a woman that looked fifty years old. Rose caught her axe and swung it to the right, cutting through the woman's abdomen, then pulling it off of her. She chose the left path from the right path and tossed her axe onto the sidewalk. She stepped on it and crouched, then lifting the axe using the power of the glove. She floated up and went to a roof perfect for a bird's eye view. Already, the police had arrived at the scene of the murder.
  They were like ants she could crush. But when she wanted to come closer, they were gradually getting bigger than her. The idea of simply killing something sickened her, but she also felt joy.
  Okay, no. She shouldn't feel this way. What did the authorities of Wonderland do to her?
  Again, she felt the impulse to kill. She looked down and closed her eyes. She had to escape, but almost every city had civilians. Going back to monsters in abandoned villages and cities could help, but she doubted that she would last long without human deaths.
  The question, first of all, was why she had this desire to kill.
  After all these thoughts, she realised that she was surrounded by policemen, on the street instead of the high rooftop. How did she come down?
  This was actually perfect. She wanted answers for this abnormality. She raised both her arms and dropped her axe, making sure she pressed the button on her glove. She looked down and shut her eyes once more while she was being handcuffed.

 

Posted Sep 22, '13 at 4:26am

Rapyion

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First off, I have to apologise because I have an upcoming exam in two weeks. So, I cannot write Chapter 32 in two weeks, this week and next week. But I will make it up to you by writing Chapters 32 and 33 by the third week.

 

Posted Oct 8, '13 at 2:16pm

Rapyion

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Chapter 32

  Henry slid off the roof of the office building, trying to grab onto anything sturdy. As he fell, parallel to the falling concrete walls, he stomped both his feet and launched off the wall to a steel pole with East's flag waving above him. He impacted against the pole and wrapped his limbs around it, stopping himself from sliding down. Then he released his grip by a little and shifted downwards towards the ground. Along the way, he saw a grey monster of darkness ripping at the flesh of the foot of the gigantic monster of death. He frowned deeply due to that event.
  He put his feet on the ground and released his grip on the pole. He looked down and saw Myke's whip made of precious nylon. He exhaled, kneeled and picked it up. He could put this whip into good use, seeing how strong this piece of equipment could be.
  He wondered what happened to the mayor. Was he dead? Did he escape? And most importantly, did he cause all of this?
  He saw a figure, dark and unnoticeable even in the sunlight. It was wearing a coat, the one that looked like a detective's one, and a black oddly-shaped hat. In the figure's hands was a dull machete. It was standing, but now it was running.
  So Henry chased after it.
  When he was running, his feet shuffling slightly on the ground, he prepared the stolen blast gun.
  In front of him was a desolate and empty street, with no passers-by wondering why Henry was chasing this person. The streetlights rushed by and small concrete rocks jumped from Henry's running. The figure picked up its pace and moved swiftly. Its feet, though, didn't touch the ground. Or maybe it was just Henry's hallucination. The streetlights weren't working, not surprising for Henry.
  He shouted at the figure to stop, but instead it moved faster. Henry cursed silently and aimed his blast gun up into the air with one hand and shot. The gunshot screamed across the street and the figure finally slowed to a stop. Henry ran a bit more until he was at a safe distance from it. The figure turned slowly.
  Henry saw the face of the mayor.
  Henry's eyes widened and shouted again, but the mayor was already running away. Henry pulled off and chased after him. His target turned into a corner and Henry tipped over the slightly raised sidewalk as he turned as well. He turned in time to fall on his right side, preventing his face from crashing into the hard ground.
  He winced as pain sprang from his right arm and grunted as he got up. He leaned on the blast gun as he got up. He used his remaining energy and pushed forward past the corner.
  But the mayor was already gone. He screamed profanities and they spread through the air so quickly.
  He finally eased himself and quietened down, sitting on the ground with his head on his knees. He looked up and realised the tears in his eyes. He wiped them off with his fingers and looked up.
  The broad daylight shone throughout East, providing it with natural light, albeit unexpectedly. The clouds floated around aimlessly, some dark and heavy and some light and white. The sky was as blue as a cyan neon light. It was rare for Henry to see such a scenery as this. Only a few times, Henry had seen the sun glaring at him and blinding him with its overwhelming light rays. As a young boy, Henry had always wanted to play in the sunlight. Most of his lifetime, it had been dark and gloomy. At certain times, he saw stars slit through the night sky and appeared bright and proud.
  He brought Myke's whip out and saw a horizontally-built pole just above him. It was reflecting light into his eyes, but not as brilliant enough to make Henry look away. He moved his whip back and sent the nylon part of the whip forwards. It wrapped around the pole and Henry made sure it was tight. He didn't know how to send himself forwards or upwards, so he climbed up and reached the top. From this building, he saw the most obvious thing, the monster of death. But at the corner of his eyes, he saw his old house that he had abandoned. He switched his gaze towards it and reluctantly headed for it.

 

Posted Oct 12, '13 at 3:47pm

Rapyion

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Chapter 33

  Kogh was looking at multiple limp bodies, still and unmoving in their tubes of fluids.The similarity of all these bodies was that they looked like each other.
  The room was brightly lit, with fluorescent tubes erected from the roof emitting light and even more light spilled from computers just next to each tube. It was like a factory, except that it didn't produce anything. Scientists were assigned to each tube to monitor the conditions and behaviour of the bodies, although they looked dead to Kogh's eyes. There were metal bars supporting the roof, forming a simple pattern with a bar across each other. There were two floors, the one below that contained the tubes and the one that led to offices with advanced technology. He didn't know what was in there, but he was sure that it was packed with equipment.
  He himself was on the second floor. Behind him was a window that allowed anyone to view Wonderland. Kogh wasn't supposed to be here. He sneaked in because he had nowhere else to go. And it was a darn good choice indeed. No one was aware that Kogh stood on the metal floor. He was wearing a black T-shirt and blue shorts with sandals. The clothes he wore was stolen from a shop nearby this place.
  His main objective was to find Rose and rescue her, as clichéd as it was. Hopefully, Rose could fend for herself until he arrived at the scene. Or maybe she could save herself.
  Soldiers roamed the whole area, above and below. Apparently, all of them were equipped with the same weapons. He just didn't know what exact type of weapons they were. Their boots clanged on the metal floor, the sounds echoing throughout, though they weren't very loud. He saw two soldiers on the second floor, conversing while a soldier patrolled outside the offices. On the first floor, he counted the soldiers below and gave up after five. They were all over the place, so Kogh couldn't afford to venture below without a fight.
  He heard a shout from one of the soldiers on the second floor. He turned towards that direction and saw the soldier pointing his gloved finger at him.
  Kogh jerked upright and turned around. He crossed his arms and launched himself through the glass. It shattered into pieces and Kogh was plunging into a garbage dumpster. He didn't want to be covered in filth, so he jerked his arms backwards and he launched himself horizontally to the next building. He created invisible sharp claws that could penetrate through concrete and stabbed the wall with his claws, supported by momentum.
  From there, he pulled his legs out from the wall, leaving his hands' claws in the wall. He pushed force from below and sprang upwards, the force carrying him up and onto the roof without hurting his legs, though he could withstand tons of force against him.
  The roof was as black as any road in the sunlight. There were air vents and antennae lying around. He ran across and saw a flying human?
  Kogh was blasted back with force and he looked back, estimating where he would land. That dumpster, again. He pushed at the air and force behind him cushioned him, so it wasn't that sudden when he got into it. But he grossed out from the garbage he surrounded himself with.
  He got out and cleaned himself, using force to remove stains on his T-shirt and shorts, which didn't do much. He was in a very long alley now. Buildings forced him to go either left or right. So he chose right.
  To go faster, he used force to carry him and push him. The time taken for him to reach the end was almost five seconds and it would take a fully grown man to reach the end in thirty seconds, at least. Vehicles took up the road, with multiple of them speeding past him at unbelievable speeds. To his right, he saw traffic lights, stopping one lane of vehicles from passing through and allowing another one to cross. Streetlights roamed the street, currently not emanating any light, because it was day.
  At the other end of the street, he saw his opponent descend like a super villain in a typical movie. Kogh saw his hand moving and he reacted by pushing force against him. Both of their forces tied and it caused a force blast that spread from the collision, sending vehicles flying from the road. And it caused a great havoc.
  Kogh hadn't the focus to fly and fight at the same time. It took more effort, but it could make himself unpredictable. Instead of moving left or right, he could move diagonally.
  But that was beside the fight. His enemy was landing gracefully, then he sent a force wave, but Kogh sent another. He was too slow, and the collision knocked him over, sending him backwards into the alleyway. From the edge of his eyes, he saw his opponent seizing the chance by boosting forwards and making and equipping dual force blades.
  He couldn't see it, but he could sense it. He frowned as he stopped himself from moving backwards and simply floating in midair. That person stuck his arms out, attempting to stab him. But Kogh moved under him and sent a punch, helped by force. His fist hit his abdomen and he was flying upwards. And now was his time to seize the opportunity. He boosted up with force claws over his hands and stabbed him in the stomach.
  Then he splayed his arms wide and ripped him up. Half of the upper body flew and landed on an air vent Kogh passed by. The other half crashed into a street lamp, a big piece of flesh hanging there like a corpse, except it was the lower half of the body, not the whole dead body.
  Floating in the air, he saw Rose, captured by the authority and being forced into a police car. And he travelled faster than a jet.

 

Posted Oct 14, '13 at 1:32pm

Rapyion

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Chapter 34

  The beast ate some of the monster's flesh and swallowed it. It felt pleasure when it reached its tongue.
  It continued to swipe away while the monster of death above was wondering why it was slightly painful down there. Since it was the monster of darkness that called the sun, it couldn't even whimper for at least a day. But at the cost of its voice, it gained strength. Strength to rip the monster of death apart.
  The area around it had those same gigantic rectangular blocks surrounding it, with moving shapes in all kinds of patterns, some bigger than it and some puny to its size. It felt the heat from the sun touching it like a warm blanket over every part of its body. It had a fantastic feeling. There were smaller figures moving around and bumping into bigger figures, then heat from the bigger figures coupled with loud explosions that came out so suddenly.
  The monster of death raised its foot and it was time for the monster of darkness to move aside. Its hind legs barely dodged the foot. It caused a sheer impact on the ground that it caused the road to break and spread everywhere. One of the pieces flew to the beast. It moved towards the side and pounced on the debris, sending it flying towards the monster of death. The debris scratched through the stomach and left a deep wound in there. Blood spilled from it and flooded the area.
  The monster of death bent in response of the immense pain it felt. Both of its hands fell to two spots at different places to support itself from falling over. Its arm on top of its head bent over, almost touching the ground. Then the monster of darkness rushed towards the limp hand and jumped towards it. It dug its claws into the palm and the monster rose from its resting spot.
  From there, the beast loosened its grip on the monster of death and slid down, cutting into the long arm attached to its head. Blood splashed onto the beast's head as it reached the head of the monster. It saw the monster's hands reach over its head. The beast just went along with it, pouncing on the arm again and climbed, piercing its claws into that flesh again and again.
  When its hands almost reached the third arm, the beast slid down once more. But halfway, it launched itself away from the arm and fell towards the head, with its limbs tensed and ready.
  And its claws penetrated through the skull of the monster of death.
  It sensed a gigantic oval shape as it sank into blood. Using its legs, it swam towards the oval structure and dug its claws into it. It heard a howl so loud that the beast swore that it would have spread throughout the world. The beast dug deeper and the howl became louder and when the beast reached a certain point, the monster of death finally, but suddenly stopped howling. The beast felt as if the monster was dropping towards the ground. In fact, it was. The beast ate some of the oval-shape structure, which was juicy and meaty, and hopped out of the head to the outside.
  There were those small figures again, not moving around like they were panicking, but they were surrounding it, like a thing of interest for them to feast their eyes upon.
  One came forward and held up a small object. It brought it towards the beast before it reacted and it felt a jolt from its back. It convulsed and lay there, spittle forming at its mouth. It felt little fingers, smaller than its paws, and they carried it away, once again to be imprisoned.

 

Posted Oct 22, '13 at 9:31am

Rapyion

Rapyion

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Chapter 35

  Rose's hands were shackled to a table leg, which was stupid, for her anyway, until she found out she couldn't pull the table. Okay, she took that back.
  The room she was in was grey everywhere, with patterns of squares that probably functioned as a soundproof material. In front of her was the grey table, but more opaque than the walls. Its legs were black and made of sturdy metal. The shackles around her wrist were grey, again, and tight to the point of blocking blood flow to her hands. A door stood on its dark wooden frame, with a doorknob that looked bright. Luckily, it wasn't dark like last time and that her ponytail was kept in place.
  A rather handsome man, probably in his mid-20s, entered the room with a bright smile. Wearing a buttoned white shirt and dark brown trousers, he strolled towards the chair opposite Rose. She noticed a small pistol holstered in his sheath. Her eyes followed his movements as he sat on the other chair. He crossed his legs and just looked at her eyes.
  What in the world? She thought. No questions? Oh, sh*t. I gotta kill someone.
  Her hands shook violently and the shackles went along with her hands, shaking and vibrating with sound. A sound so annoying to the man that he stood up while slapping his palm down on the table. It ceased her thrashing.
  Only now did she realise that she didn't have her glove. Unlike before, this interrogator, though a queer one, didn't possess her axe and glove. Though, he was wearing leather gloves.
  The man sat down and continued staring her down. Her urge to kill and rip apart and massacre everyone and everything was still present in her mind. But she controlled herself until she didn't move, not even fidget. She would have her chance, she vowed.
  In addition to the awkwardness that the man established, he stood up again and moved closer towards Rose, but not close enough for her to headbutt him in the forehead. Then, Rose saw the man's eyes turn from brown to yellow. His pupils turned tighter until they were as narrow as a cat's eye. His head tilted to an impossible degree. He almost reached 180 degrees before Rose blacked out.
  She woke up on a hill with her axe and glove back. The hill was as green as grass. Wait, the hill was covered with grass. She laughed at that thought before she started to descend. While descending, she saw a congregation of hills and mountains taller and shorter than this particular hill. The land was, as big as, or bigger than the Darkness region. She wouldn't know yet. Instead of being a black, dark, and bleak moor, the land was viridescent, similar to the colour of the hill she was on and all kinds of flowers bloomed, ones like roses, hibiscuses, daisies, cannas, sunflowers, chrysanthemums, jasmines and many more. There were strong trees that looked like they couldn't even budge from an earthquake. But no living being, but Rose, inhabited any area.
  Some hills had sharp points at their peak and some mountains had a peak where a large-sized stadium could be built over there and it still had more space to be used.
  The breeze rolling in was a feeling to behold. The breeze wasn't too cold or too windy. But it wasn’t too hot or too stagnant. It was at the right speed and temperature. The clouds above her were shredded into bits and the sky was orange from the sunset. Every little space between the clouds was orange and Rose thought it was beautiful.
  Then someone pushed her off the hill.
  Rose quickly reacted by putting her axe beneath her feet and she started flying off. She whirled around only to see a grey monster of darkness that was bigger and bulkier than she was. It had no eyes, but had a mouth with razor sharp teeth and ears. She noticed its tongue frequently clicking against the roof of its mouth. She didn't know why and didn't want to know why.
  She had that drive to end lives again. She floated towards the monster of darkness on her axe. She landed on the slope of the hill halfway to throw the axe at it and it pierced through its forehead. The beast recoiled from the axe in its head and it began rushing towards Rose.
  She grinned as she realised there was a challenge and she liked challenge but not until she wouldn't be able to kill.
  She released her clenched fist and the axe fidgeted, then flew back and reached its owner's hand. She threw the axe again and it cut through the beast's right front leg and it fell and rolled on the slope.
  The beast didn't howl in agony or whimper in pain. It just kept quiet as it rolled. Rose made the axe turn back, but it was too late for her to get on the axe and avoid the beast. It slammed into her and they were tangled together as they rolled down.
  They fought with limbs, one with four and one with three. The beast's limbs were totally stronger than Rose's one. The axe was somewhere on the hill because Rose was forced to clench both her fists. Rose thrashed in a futile attempt to injure her opponent and the beast didn't know how to fight with its limbs. It just knew how to lunge, bite and feast.
  Wait, how did she know this?
  At the end of the slope, Rose felt painfully numb from the weight of the monster of darkness. But its weight was less by the time it was night. But it still weighed a lot of kilograms (Should I be placing pounds here?) under her. Her vision was starting to blur when the grey beast shifted out from above her. Thank goodness for that.
  She finally released her hand from clenching so much and the axe returned to her. She turned and was about to strike her axe down when the beast was running away.
  This was weird. She knew monsters in the Darkness region never ran away. This beast was exceptionally conscient.
  Only now she realised that her axe didn't emit a purple luminance. She never got used to the axe turning purple and its material turning into a melting machine.
  Maybe she was in an illusion. But for now, she had no way to escape. So why not have fun?
  She stepped on the axe and lifted off to chase and murder the grey beast.
  Kogh, she thought suddenly.

 
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