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Post by Prometheus Zex on Jul 15, 2013 21:21:35 GMT -5
Both fighters’ names would be heard over the louder speaker, cheers coming from the crowd as they are announced. The contestants were to climb the stairs to opposite sides of the platform and take their places. Once both were ready they were free to start their match. PL Lock - Zasham: PL: 4,819 Chaos Incarnate: 9,638 Azazel: Pl: 6,295 Instinct: 12,590 (All you need to is enter the fighting area and begin your match.)
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Post by Azazel Moloch on Jul 17, 2013 22:37:22 GMT -5
The preliminary matches have been complete, Azazel knew her fight was coming soon. Still she had no idea who her opponent was, nor did she care who she was fighting. She only entered the tournament to find Silitha, maybe fighting in the center of a ring would get Silitha’s attention. So far it had been unsuccessful. She has gone through two other matches and there was still no sign of Silitha. Soon enough she heard the Announcer yell her name to the crowd. The cheers echoed through the hallway she was in, it felt like the ground was shaking beneath her feet.
Walking out into the arena, looking around at the masses, she could see all kinds of races, of different shapes and sizes. Making her way to the center of the ring, she looked around she was the first to be called out. Looking around once more she could hear the crowd chanting her name. AZAZEL! AZAZEL! AZAZEL! AZAZEL! She didn’t understand how fighting could amuse people so much, she didn’t really try to understand it. She wanted this to be over with, she wanted to continue her search for her sister.
”This Announcer needs to hurry up and call out my opponent, I want this match to be over with as quickly as I can. I need to meet back up with William to see if he has found Silitha. Or at the very least found a clue as to where she might be.”
The raven haired beauty stood in the center of the ring, just waiting for her opponent to be called out. She wasn’t getting anxious about the wait, it was more of an annoyance to her at this point. Still the crowd was cheering her name, individuals yelling for her to look at them. As she scanned the crowd again one human male looked like he fainted when her eyes meet his. All of this was new to her, she didn’t know what to do. All of this was too much for her to handle, her first fights ended so quickly that she didn’t have to deal with the people for very long.
“don’t worry Azazel you are going to be fine, you are going to win then you are going to find me. I have faith in you.”
Her sisters voice echoed through her head, it had been happening for the past few days. She knew it wasn’t actually Silitha’s voice talking to her. Just another trick her mind was playing on her, ignoring the voice The demoness looked at the announcer waiting for him to stop introducing her and introduce her opponent.
“ALRIGHT LADIES AND GENTLEMEN OUR NEXT FIGHTER IS…….”
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Post by Lord Zasham on Jul 29, 2013 21:52:32 GMT -5
Rushing around the hallways, the hooded creature moved with anything but guile. Days ago he had a less than average power level for a human his age. Now he was exponentially stronger, as if a hidden source of strength within him broke free; or something far darker. Training had never been part of his daily routine; or his weekly and monthly routines for that matter. Shy and the farthest thing from aggressive, martial arts never came to young Willie’s mind. Not that he’d have the time as he often worked the hours in which he was awake; a necessary sacrifice to support his family.
As such, the human had not earned every single point of power and was unadjusted to it. Moving slowly was fine; he could withhold his strength with a little concentration. However when he had to push himself beyond comfortable limits, control over his body dwindled. Knowing that little time remained before his match was underway he had to use his newfound speed but found himself unprepared. Turning a sharp corner sent him off balance and through a wall. A foot in a mop bucket and a face full of mops lead him to believe the room he entered unconventionally was a custodial closet.
Stepping out through the man sized hole he paused for but a moment, just long enough to make sure no one saw the event. Continuing on his way he made a mindful effort to make sure he didn’t end up going through a third wall today. Willie had long lost track of time in his search for the daughter of the lithe specimen known as Azazel. After their initial meeting in the stands the young man had proceeded to take her to every hot spot on Alpha Prime. Surely they could find her among the masses or at least a wrench a glint of information from the locals.
But each location was as much a failure as the last. Soon she departed from him, claiming that they could cover more ground. Eventually they split up, reasoning that they could cover more ground apart though he dreaded the thought of leaving her company. Time passed quickly and by the next time he looked at his watch, the next round of the tournament was about to begin. His heart jumped into his throat and before he could even think, he had already begun racing towards the space lift to the Coliseum Immortal.
Barreling through the door the supposed human entered the preparation room. His opponent had already left to the ring by the time he arrived, though he wouldn’t recognize them anyways seeing as he had yet to find out who is his next opponent. The information was readily available, the poor boy however was new at an event such as this, and to the sport as a whole, leaving him too shy to ask and too clueless to know where to check. Adjusting his clothes to prepare for the judgmental gaze of the crowd, Watson turned to the sound of the door creaking open.
“Yes, ma’am he’s here, please just calm down and hold on a moment.”
The alien was obviously frustrated as he pushed the door open, a phone in his hand. Walking up to the young man he then thrust the device into Willie’s grasp.
“A woman has been calling nonstop for the last three hours, demanding to speak with you. How about you do everyone a favor and get a freaking cellphone or scouter.”
It only took him a moment to stomp out of the room as Willie brought the phone to his ear with hesitance.
“Uh… Hello?”
His voice was meek, as was the one which answered him, however unlike his this one was filled with an undertone of tenacity.
“Willie!? Is that you!? Are you okay? I haven’t heard from you in days, I’ve been so worried!”
How, with all her constant pain and apparent death looming on the horizon, she could be so caring and so vivacious was beyond him.
“I’m sorry ma, I’ve been helping a woman I met at the tournament looking for her sister-“
“Oh my son, ever the noble one, you make me so proud. Well I must meet this young lady sometime! But listen I called because I’m scared sweetie; scared for your safety. I’ve been watching some of these fights and they’ve been just awful! So dangerous!”
“Mom, mom, calm down, I am okay I swear. I’ll be… Fine.”
The uncertainty in his words were obvious despite his best efforts. He had indeed seen some incredible brutality, in the preliminary rounds alone. From here things would only get more dangerous, more dire.
“You listen to me Willie, I know I can’t talk you out of this-“
She was interrupted by a horrid wet cough. He could just picture her hacking blood into a handkerchief. It tore him apart inside.
“Because I know why you are doing it, and it continues to make me proud to see you mature into such an honorable man. But let me make one thing absolutely clear; I will not bury my son. I suffer through much and deal with the best I can but that is one horror I will not face, do you hear me Willie?”
There was a pause as Willie stared at the floor, his eyes welling up.
“… Yes mom…”
“Good, then go out there and do your best, but be safe. Oh, and pick up some milk on the way home?”
A smile shattered his frown and he rubbed his eyes dry on the sleeve of his jacket. She always knew how to make him smile, no matter the distance or circumstance.
“Of course mom. See you soon.”
“Goodbye my son.”
Dropping the phone on a chair, Willie Watson marched out of the room and out to the ring, the blinding lights and roar of the crowd stunning him for but a moment as he stepped out and laid his eyes upon his beautiful opponent.
“No…”
“ALRIGHT LADIES AND GENTLEMEN OUR NEXT FIGHTER IS ZASHAM!”
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Post by Azazel Moloch on Aug 1, 2013 18:00:01 GMT -5
Azazel was still waiting in the center of the arena, waiting for who ever her opponent is to walk out already. The waiting was starting to annoy her, she wanted to get back to Banduk and train some more. A lot has happened since arriving at Omega, she has meet many different races and people. She wanted this fight to be over with, she needed to get in contact with Soul and William. Two people she meet that were willing to help her look for Silitha.
”Alright Announcer you have been saying my opponent was going to come out here for some time now. I am getting tired of this waiting around I need to continue looking for my sister.”
“Relax Azazel, everything is going to be fine, your opponent is on their way right now I can feel it. Just take care of them and you can continue back on your search for me.” Silitha said
Azazels attention was brought back to reality when the cheering of the crowd erupted through out the arena. Opening her eyes, she instantly went into Shock as she finally saw who she was going to fight. Before her stood William, the first person she meet who decided to help her track down Silitha. She didn’t know what to say, she didn’t know what to do. Out of everyone that entered the tournament, she didn’t expect she would fight William. Shaking her head, closing her eyes she thought it was just a figment of her imagination. Opening them again she realized it wasn’t, it was in fact William that stood before her.
”How can this be? William are you really my next opponent in this tournament?” Azazel said looking back at William ”What am I even saying, of course you are otherwise you wouldn’t be standing here. Well I guess there is no reason to postpone this any longer. I wish we didn’t have to do this and I hope this fight will change nothing between us.”
Azazel didn’t want to waste anymore time here than she already had, even though she would be going up against a friend. She knew she had to end this fight very quickly, dropping back into a fighting stance. She looked William in the eyes, letting him know that she was ready to start this.
”William I am sorry….”
Her words trailed off as she entered her transformation, this would be the first anyone in the audience and even William would see her as she truly is. She would no longer be able to control her self, she would be a different person than William saw before. As the two blood red horns penetrated through her skin. She could hear the gasps from the audience, along with cheers. Her eyes would get darker, the tone in her voice would deepen. Starring at William Azazel shrieked, applying Kiai, the attack would do no damage, but hopefully send William flying back close to the edge of the arena. If somehow he got out of the way, she would anticipate a counter attack.
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Post by Lord Zasham on Aug 4, 2013 13:53:49 GMT -5
Living on the central hub for the universe’s worst made growing up difficult for Willie. It was difficult meeting friends who weren’t just trying to find out where you live so they could rob you later. And women who didn’t cost money to spend time with were the one’s trying to take yours. Meeting a beauty like Azazel was a rare occurrence in his weary life. So of course seeing her on the other end of the ring as he entered the ring brought forth the only two logical reactions; shock and dismay.
William had hoped that they would never have to face each other. Figuring he would be eliminated far before facing her. She the young man knew would go far, though he had little hope for himself. All he had was determination; it was all that drove him now. He had to collect the necessary funds to save his ailing matriarch. On the other hand it was really hard to find a decent girl in the hell hole of the Omega Collective.
The choice was clear as he hopped onto the ring. This movement did not inspire confidence in the crowd as it was almost comical. Still not used to his power, stepping off with too much vigor should’ve been expected. Caught in the moment, sadly it was not, and he landed on the tiled battleground off balance and reeling. Regaining his composure he approached her before he paused a few feet short, a visible sadness in his eyes.
”How can this be? William are you really my next opponent in this tournament? What am I even saying, of course you are otherwise you wouldn’t be standing here. Well I guess there is no reason to postpone this any longer. I wish we didn’t have to do this and I hope this fight will change nothing between us.”
She was eager to fight, to move on and continue her search for her sister. Entering this tournament was for exposure if nothing else. While searching the breeding ground of malcontents for her lost loved one, she would simultaneously be broadcasted to the known reaches of space as a part of the Galactic Tournament, in hopes that somewhere her sister would see her. It was a smart approach and Willie had even helped, but now found himself an opposing force. Her dropping into a fighting stance only cemented it as a fact.
”William I am sorry….”
Then it got worse as horns grew from her head, shattering her angelic beauty; spoiling it to something which permeated fury and carnage. Something demonic. Her radiant eyes darkened and her voice deepened; evident in the awing might of her shriek, a far cry from the soothing tone of her norm, which sent him flying back.
“Holy hell!”
He sputtered as an amazing, invisible force struck him with such might that he was sent him airborne. First it struck him in the chest, knocking the air from his lungs, then it moved on. In those microseconds it then reached his face, stunning him instantly as it also disoriented his other limbs. He came back down a yards away, head first at an angle which would certainly kill any human. Many in the crowd, the ones who craved the carnage such a tournament promised, anticipated the sickening crack which would mean the end of young Willie’s relatively short life.
Zasham, the guiding force who deluded the currently dominant Watson into signing his true name, the name of the being which absorbed him and all he was. As he landed at a sickening angle there was no sudden snap, to quench the blood thirst, instead it bent in an inhuman way and he fell, like a sack of potatoes, and gasped for air. Clutching his chest he laid there for a moment, groaning as he slowly moved his body, all teeming with pain.
Unprepared for the attack, and underpowered, the attack was potent indeed. Triple his power, it was only to be expected he would be left reeling. Gathering his scattered thoughts, he focused on a single memory to guide him through the haze, to pull him from his shock. A cramp alley, the rain pelting his meager frame as his father faded away in his arms. Spending his last breaths he has told him.
“Protect your mother and sister.”
It was the core of his being, the central of who he was and the thing that gave him strength in his times of greatest need. It was the key to everything he had become and therefore the essence of who he was, a memory so ingrained that it could never be forgotten. And it was all Zasham needed. Taking advantage of the situation he surged forth, as Willie slipped into unconsciousness and the body went limp. Maybe the scoundrels got their wish, though the death be not as quick as originally believed. Then they would bask in the power they had, watching this man’s last moments and doing nothing.
They viewed the poor boy struggle for his last breaths they’d think. Then shock. The body rises in an unnatural manner; akin to a puppet pulled up a core string. The arms would be slack and the legs only rigid enough to hold the weight. Shoulders relaxed his head would be at an impossible angle, a result of the fall. It would slowly and creepily twist and turn in ways unnatural to the human race. Stopping at a tilt that could display curiosity, it would appear entirely uncomfortable to those humans viewing. As if attempting to see at a ludicrous angle, it would only add to the mystique of this thing that appeared in all visual means to be the man known as William Watson, Jr.
Though his eyes betrayed all, the white in them twisted into blackness and his hazel iris bloodied red. His voice would be the creepiest thing of all, a palpable madness dripping from every syllable uttered.
“Zasham turn.”
Walking toward the demonic beauty he would start his own scream, empowered by his ki and driven by his insanity. Having no charge it would not create a burst like Azazel’s, but as it reached its peak levels it would have an awful effect on all those present. Without direction, the terrifying noise would travel in all directions and the ki barriers would not stop it, only lessening it, as all those in earshot would become affected. Weakened it would not kill or incapacitate the spectators, nor would it Azazel due to her impressive power.
But the screech had the power to daze all, as their concentration would be thrashed by the continued scream bellowing from Zasham’s mouth. If he continued, charging his power and funneling it into the Vice Shout, it would become louder and louder, its effects ever growing. The ringing in your ears would be deafening…
And maddening, as it grew in power. Soon the incapacitating shriek would turn to a slight hum, leaving the effected deaf to all else, as the world became brighter. As if a blinding light was being shined into the eyes. The hum would then grow ever louder until it encompassed all. Then, only death.
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Post by Azazel Moloch on Aug 4, 2013 21:47:31 GMT -5
Azazel watched on as her kiai scream hit its designated target, she watched as William was send flying through the air. She watched as he helplessly slammed head first onto the arena, his head at an angle that would have certainly killed him. Horror and pride could be seen from Azazel. On one hand she had just won the match with the first attack, but on the other she killed a friend of hers. This transformation has caused her nothing but pain for her and everyone around her. The inner torment she out herself through, trying to find a balance between peace and war. Focusing back on William a wicked grin comes across her face, still he hasn’t gotten up. She didn’t understand why the announcer hadn’t called the match and proclaimed her winner. She looked back over to William to see something that shouldn’t be happening.
William was breathing, even with his head bent in a grotesque manner he was still breathing. She could see his eyes open and look around. Instantly becoming confused Azazel didn’t know what to do, she thought William was human. He appeared to be human, but that’s when it dawned on her. She appears to be human to others, but she is not, in fact she is far from it. What is William, what kind of monstrosity is he that would allow him to survive such a bend. Then William stopped breathing, his entire body went limp. Then another surprise would come, another great shock to the crowd and to Azazel. William’s body would slowly begin to rise from the ground, looking like he was being controlled by an outside force. His arms were limp, but his legs were sturdy to keep his balance. His head was still twisted in the grotesque manner, but slowly it began to twist back into an upright position. Azazel tilted her head, curiously watching his head twist back. People in the crowd were covering their eyes from the sight.
Not Azazel, she watched every movement, she didn’t react. She watched as his eyes darkened and as he spoke his voice was different. The creature called itself Zasham, so it appeared that William was lying about his true self to Azazel just like she was. Slowly the monstrosity began to walk towards the demonic dark haired beauty. Just like she had done earlier, the creature began to scream. The high pitch screech, pierced the eardrums of the crowd and Azazel. Due to her increase in power she was able to handle the scream better then the onlookers. Then suddenly the shriek turned into a hum, and progressively got louder and louder. Azazel had no idea what was going on but the noises were starting to annoy her.
”Do you think screaming is going to help you win this fight? I don’t know what you are and I don’t know hat you did to William. But I think it is time for you to get out of my way, I have more important things to take care of. I don’t know what you plan on doing and I really don’t care. I am tired of you already.”
Azazel began to build up energy focusing it to her mouth, she had heard the creature scream and he had heard the same from her. Well now it was time for him to get thrown out of the arena once and for all. She was going to win this little fight and the quicker the better.
”Don’t worry Azazel this cretin will be out of my way and I will continue looking for you. It seems our friend William, is something else entirely. He lied to us about who and what he was so now he must pay. I hope you are watching where ever you are because this is going to get interesting.”
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Post by Lord Zasham on Aug 5, 2013 19:34:27 GMT -5
As she gathered energy into her mouth, his continued to resonate through his vocal cords. Now the deafening wail would become a slight hum in their ears. It would be the only noise they would be able to hear, as the move reached a new tier of strength. As the pitch heightened, Zasham would consider his casual approach to the horned beauty.
Rolling his knuckles, his fingers began to sharpen to razor edges. Only a few yards away now. Meanwhile, amongst the stands, the spectators are looking around in utter confusion. All other sound is gone, and the painful ringing from moments before has turned to slight hum. The calm before the storm, this moment is a fool’s dream. The eye of the hurricane and as it passes, the horror of its might returns.
”Do you think screaming is going to help you win this fight? I don’t know what you are and I don’t know hat you did to William. But I think it is time for you to get out of my way, I have more important things to take care of. I don’t know what you plan on doing and I really don’t care. I am tired of you already.”
The pain would start behind the eyes as their vision would slowly brighten, accompanying a loss of focus progressing at the same pace. Pain would only become worse as the strengthened screech brought them closer and closer to what could be their mutual demise. The weakest of them, elderly, children and the just plain weak of heart would simply slip out of consciousness; lucky them.
The agony would grow, maturing from an irritation to an overwhelming ache. Coming from within, they would be helpless from the pain. Screens, of phones, scouters and other devices, would begin to crack. Starting as a nick, it would spread until its roots would reach too far and it would explode into thousands of glass shards. Blood vessels would rupture from the malicious siren, leaving many eyes stained a crimson red.
Now but a several feet away, as Zasham’s blank look would turn to a smile, which only made the insanity of his wail more palpable. Its every decibel was the verbal incarnation of madness; a madness wishing to consume all. Stopping short of Azazel by only two feet, something rifled from beneath his layered clothing. It seemed alive as it crawled from around his back and then up to the neck of his under shirt. It paused for a moment before protruding, a black sphere atop a slightly tapered tail of sorts. Its origin was unclear as it was only partial visible.
Then the bulbous end began to fluctuate, as if suffering from inner turmoil. A seam would rip free, showing a mouth full of fangs. Snaking through the air the faceless mouth hissed at the demonic force before it.
“You look… Delicious.”
The being who appeared to be Willie Watson, with crimson eye and razor digits, lunged forward, slashing left and right, careful to keep the concentration on the building energy which powered the apocalyptic tone. His power at peaks William Watson never new existed as the inner chaos broke forth.
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Post by Azazel Moloch on Aug 5, 2013 23:00:15 GMT -5
Azazel was still building up energy, concentrating it in her mouth building up her Kiai ability. Still keeping her attention on William as he slowly approached her. Still the creature was shrieking as he walked at Azazel. The shriek wasn’t affecting Azazel at first, but she could see people in the audience, some of the kids and elderly began to pass out. She just smiled as the weak willed people began to fade. She had noticed that it had begun to get harder to hear everything around her. No doubt her loss of hearing was coming from the human looking monsters screaming, but it had no greater effect of her. So still she continued to build up energy, thinking if her scream from before had sent William or Zasham the distance it did before. Hopefully this time it would send him clear out of the ring, slamming into the ground causing her to win.
Still the creature walked at Azazel, now he was only a few feet away a smile came across Zasham’s face. Then once again he did something that surprised and shocked Azazel something began to move around underneath his clothing, whatever it was it seemed to have a mind of its own. Azazel watched as it moved up to his neck, pausing a moment before it showed itself. a black sphere atop a slightly tapered tail of sorts. She had no idea where this thing came from but it didn’t really matter for her, it wasn’t going to save him. Suddenly the spherical part of it began to move slowly a tear began to form. Eventually forming a mouth, this mouth was filled with what looked like razor sharp fangs.
”You look…. Delicious”
Azazel was going to speak, but she wasn’t quick enough, William lunged at her slashing left and right. Azazel was able to dodge most of the attacks, but some got through. His claws cutting her flesh, blood began to run down her face and arms. Dodging another slash, she also made sure to keep building up energy, knowing soon that she would have to release the Kiai at him. Dodging another slash, she rolled on the ground creating more distance between her and Zasham.
”Well this creature thinks I am delicious, I wonder what he means by that. Well he is going to have to do better than that if he wants to defeat me. I probably should stop postponing his defeat and just end this now before he gets humiliated.”
“Azazel when are you going to end this fight?” The voice of Silitha said
”Don’t worry Silitha, everything is going to be fine we will be rid of this monstrosity before you know it, then I will find you. I have to find you, I just have to.”
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Post by graderr on Aug 6, 2013 21:54:18 GMT -5
Azazel: 3,355 pl Zasham: 2,847 pl (Added)
After reading through the fight we feel both players wrote well, but Zashams inactivity was the main reason the fight was not finished. Because of this Azazel is being awarded the victory because we believe it is deserved. (the pl azazel received was the average of Celeh's, Frigid, Banduk and Zeke's fights)
Winner: Azazel
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Post by Lord Zasham on Aug 10, 2013 13:37:40 GMT -5
Now events would grow dire for all those within the confines of the Coliseum Immortal as their limits were tested. At charge three it would be all but overwhelming. Some would fall, clutching their chests, their hearts giving way to the stress. Others would begin foaming at the mouth, subtly shaking as their eyes rolled back; their minds succumbing under Zasham’s mighty voice.
Those strong enough to fight it still would be overcome by inner agony as the pain which originated behind the eyes intensified. Though they would be too preoccupied with their troubles to appreciate the barrier around the ring, they well should. It dampened the siren’s wail, shielding their inferiority; as most of them had power levels in the hundreds. While Azazel was far more powerful than the vast majority of the audience, she was in the thick of shit, so to speak.
Within the ki walls even she, with her impressive strength, would be subject to the will of the demon’s cry. Her vision would blur as the mind reeled from the scrambling screech. Motor control would prove difficult, limiting her access to her usual grace. Now she’d be sluggish; perfect prey for an apex predator. As she rolled away from his advance he would pause, allowing her distance so that she would return to her stance.
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Darkness greets young William when he awoke. A dull ache resonated throughout the depths of his cranium. He pushed himself to his feet with great reserve. The human stumbles as he begins to investigate the blackness that surrounds him, eventually coming across a barrier. In an attempt to summon forth his formerly amazing strength and break free of this prison he brings back his fists and slams them upon the apparent wall.
But his memories betray him as he pounds the unknown material. The strength he was only starting to control was gone, thus the strikes only gave way to a howl of pain as he fell backwards. With hesitation he returned to his feet, alternating between massaging his knuckles and his posterior. For the next hour he’d continue this process, walking in ever which direction but always ending up at the same destination; this unending barrier.
Smartening to his predicament, he began walking along the edge of this impressive wall, hoping to find some exit. Some hope for freedom. But he’d find none. Agonized by his captivity he let out a scream, but it was absorbed by the darkness. No sound returned, no noise reverberating off the walls, nothing at all. The darkness encompassed all, and was just as confining as the walls which withheld him.
“Welcome to my madness.”
It was no more than whisper that crossed his ears. Twisting and turning he tried to find its source, but no sensible origin revealed itself. He wandered aimlessly throughout the void, finally settling down, sitting a midst the emptiness. It was now that he thought of his father, the man who had always defined inner strength in the eyes of his son. As he thought of his passed patriarch, a sound escaped the darkness. Not intelligible words, it was more of a gurgle.
It would be joined by interchanging short gasps for air and groans of pain. Interest piqued, the confused William would follow the noise. Growing louder and louder as he approached, eventually he would bump into something foreign. Excitement would bubble as he relief came in finding he wasn’t alone, but as the truth became clear, only dread would follow. As he knelt beside the form who verbally professed its apparent pain, lights began to flicker on. The sudden light blinded him momentarily. Rubbing his eyes he’d find himself in a familiar alleyway.
In his hands, and the origin of these mysterious sounds, was none other than his long dead father. Looking as he had during his last moments amongst the realm of the living. His father looked deep into Willie’s eyes, soft moans and wet gurgles escaping his lips.
“Dad… Please, don’t go; don’t leave me alone again…”
Clasping his sons arm with the grip of a dying man, he spit up the blood that clogged his esophagus, making way for audible words. There was a slight shake to him as he held William tight.
“I am always with you son… Always.”
Then he was still. Tears streaming down his face, he buried his face in his father’s broad chest as he wept. Then he yelled, yelled again, and then yelled some more. Throwing his head back he let loose a scream, and then another. Frustrations overwhelmed, his emotions reaching a heightened pitch. As he howled, tears streaming down his face, the world around him would begin to crumble.
It would start slow, cracks rippling through the glass. Then it would intensify exponentially, and the buildings would shatter around him.
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The moments of her brief retreat, Zasham would once more roll his knuckles. His razor sharp digits would come together, forming a large spike at the end of each hand. Meanwhile the bulbous mouth would now appear from behind the possessed Willie’s collar, speaking with a serpent’s tongue.
“I tired of game. I hungry now.”
Leaping into the sky, his terrifying voice following him, he dove down towards her, his spikes at bay. Then a change, a tweak in the neck followed by a twitch of an eye, closing his eyes and covering his head with his forearms the monster’s scream would finally end. Opening his eyes he’d be himself once more; eyes again a calming blue. His hands would return to normal without his noticing they had ever taken a different shape.
“Azazel-?”
It was too late, only inches from the dazed demon, and approaching at impressive speeds, she would no doubt let loose the gathered energy, to save herself from what she believed to be some monstrous fiend. And little Willie Watson would be left with no idea of what had just happened or why he was plummeting towards the woman he had come to call friend.
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Post by Lord Zasham on Oct 9, 2013 10:06:37 GMT -5
“William-?”
In that moment of divine clarity they were themselves. He a kind hearted boy fighting to save his mother, she an elegant beauty searching for her beloved sister. None of it mattered though, for it was too late to go back, too late to undo what was already happening. The gears of time were turning and when she spoke his name, all of her gathered fury was released.
Being but inches from the epicenter of the sonic boom, and in an indefensible position, the invisible wave, so powerful that it created distorted fluctuations in the air, struck him like a thousand tons of bricks. In only the first second of contact, every last breath was forced from his lungs as his body compressed in upon itself, his skin and clothing rippling away from the source. Needless to say, consciousness was swept away by the mighty wail.
Then the second moment arrived and time sped away as did he, rocketing into the sky, the ripples of his form reversing in direction as it met wind resistance. As he flew higher and higher, a palpable sense of relief filled the crowd. There were grievous injuries all around, sustained during the demon’s wail. Few were left unharmed, mainly only those who had relatively significant power levels. Despite the pulsing energy barrier which protected the crowd from stray blasts, the scream had grown far too powerful and the semitransparent walls did little to stop noise.
Among the crowd there was an overflow of tears and anger as the most affected were attended to and the dead were mourned. They all wished that they would never see the demon Zasham again; and furthermore that the heroin Azazel had eradicated him with her potent voice. Indeed many believed he was dead, for the move was so powerful, so fast, that he had been rebuked at such a speed that to many, it appeared as if he had simply vanished.
Meanwhile, nearly a mile above the Coliseum Immortal the gravity of the asteroid, enhanced mechanically to insure comfort and ease of movement, finally took hold as the unconscious William reached the crest of his climb. There was a brief moment of serenity there, just feet from the domed ceiling of the asteroid, as he floated amongst the heavenly bodies that rested just out of reach. As he began to come down, the angle at which he was ejected from the ring became apparent as he his trajectory had him heading out of the ring.
In fact he was clear out of the entire arena itself, coming down near the spaceport which allowed entrance into the impressive structure. The denizens of the area were quite puzzled to hear what sounded like the slowly building whistle of an impending missile. They were no less surprised when a boy came crashing down with a thunderous slam, throwing up a cloud of debris. As many coughed and hacked their way out of the veil of wreckage, armed guards, who at the behest of their master had been screening all who arrived, bravely entered.
“Num nums…”
As they disappeared, the onlookers were greeted to the sounds of shouts and screams. Terror panged their hearts at the sickening sounds that their minds dare not place. “Please, no, I have a wife! Kids! Ple-ahh-uughh-kkkk…” And then a thud. There where whimpers, but they too were silenced by the swift sounds reminiscent to blade slicing through flesh. As the debris finally began to clear, the gathered crowd found but a boy, a look of absolute confusion painted upon his youthful features. Gasps erupted as dismembered bodies lay scattered around him; his body covered with an array of blood splatter.
“… No…”
In a panicked haste he turned, racing towards the nearest escape pod, his heart pounding and mind in a haze. Diving in Willie hit the control for immediate jettison, the sudden jerk throwing him up against the wall of the small vessel. As it made its way towards Alpha Prime, the Coliseum slowly drifted from view, though no matter how small it became, it continued to weigh heavily on William’s fractured mind. Curling up where he had fallen, he stared at his crimson hands; the taste of blood staining his palette. His hands shook uncontrollably as the catastrophic scene which he had “awoken” too playing on an endless loop within his head.
Bringing his knees to his chin he wrapped his arms around his legs and squeezed as he tucked his head in and began to rock back and forth, sobs escaping his lips as he wept…
Meanwhile, in the arena the announcer had taken center stage while Azazel recovered from the assault she had suffered at Zasham’s blade like hands. Touching the device in his ear to better hear, word of what had happened in the spaceport came to him. With an unease in his voice, given the graphic detail of the outcome of Zasham’s “exit” from the match, he raised the microphone to his lips.
“Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, by ring out… AZAAAZEL MOOOLOCH!!!”
They cheered, some for Azazel, some for the demon’s destruction, and many just because they had lived through the event. But one thing was certain as a black cloud of despair hung over all present; the Round of Sixteen was over.
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Post by graderr on Oct 15, 2013 22:11:04 GMT -5
Zasham - 2833 Pl
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