Post by Lord Cyber on Nov 13, 2004 15:29:39 GMT -5
The old man said I wasn't ready for the tournament.
"Well if I'm not ready now then I'll never be!" I shouted back at him. The preliminary fights were going to begin soon. The tournament won't stop for me to get stronger. It will be here and over in less than 3 months.
As I grabbed my staff and slammed the door I could hear his voice carry into the hallway. "There's more than one way to be in the tournament..."
The rain fell like mist on me that night. I kept remembering the argument I'd had with the old man. His voice was sarcastic...it made no sense.
I snapped my eyes wide open. There was someone else standing in the harvested corn field. Someone powerful.
I never even heard the snapping of husks, or the sounds of footprints against dirt. The rain continued to mist but it didn't make any sound.
"You must defeat me to gain entry into the preliminary fights, young Shaman..." his voice was stoic and trailed on about a time limit and only needing to hit him once. He sounded tired from earlier fights.
My guardian ghost remained quite the entire time. She was borderline shy and extremely polite. I was feeling agitated from the cold and the rain...and the old man's voice still drifted around in my head making me angry. I looked into my guardian ghost's bright eyes. Would Alexis and I be able to work as one?
I had found Alexis crying softly inside that safe. She was an escape artist for a travelling circus. Still young, just younger than I am now...she was the world's youngest escape artist. No one thought to keep checking the safe's tumblers when they jammed that night.
"They weren't stainless steel", my father said. "They had been rusting ever since they first performed the trick...and getting worse...and worse..."
Her spirit was still in the safe crying when my father opened it at the morgue. We both felt bad...her family had moved on with the circus...not like they'd be able to see her like we could. The body was shipped on for the funeral and her spirit stayed with us. She's been a good friend to me these past few years.
"Are you listening to me Shaman!" the Indian yelled while running towards me.
Hell no, I wasn't listening...why was my mind wandering so much tonight...
"Alexis! UNITY!!" I pushed her spirit deep into mine while bending backwards. The tournament referee's arm swept quickly over my body and grazed at my neck. He almost clothes-lined me. Almost...
I was the reflexes of this team, but Alexis allowed me to bend my body in extreme positions.
I tried to spin my staff but it hit hard against the largest tomahawk I had ever seen. He was bringing down the flat of a second one against my left leg. I quickly pulled both of them up and over my head like so many Chinese contortionists do in those stage shows.
I unwrapped myself into a stand and quickly felt the searing pain of the first tomahawk smack against my head. The other side of my head hitting the dirt actually felt pretty good from that first hit.
He'd used the flat of the blade again. He was toying with me. Those massive tomahawks glowed with Furyoku. I flipped my entire body off of my right arm and landed on my feet.
He'd gotten my ear pretty good. Blood trickled down the side of my head. It felt hot and sticky against the cold wet mist that clung to me.
"You are not ready for this tournament, Shaman." The referee cricked his neck as he spoke. That only made me angrier.
"If you cannot find a way to--" I didn't give him a chance to continue talking. I split my staff against my knee and charged in. My attacks were clumsy, but they were enough to keep both of those blades occupied.
I should've head-butted him right then and there...that would have won me the fight...but I was too angry, too miserable, too much rage...I kept knocking him back, attacking at those glowing tomahawks and I went in for the kill. In my hate and anger I was going to stake him with what was left of my staff...
or was I...
He was far stronger than I had made him out to be...and he wasn't going to let me kill him. Both flats of the tomahawks snapped in quickly against my head. It was a noise I don't ever want to hear again.
I hit the ground hard. I felt my furyoku leave me in that blow along with my rage. I just laid there twitching for a second.
He sounded like he was going to say something...and then he sighed heavily and walked off.
"Are you...okay?" Alexis' voice was meek and timid but at least she cared.
"Yeah..." I reached out and grabbed her hand as she helped me up.
I shuddered. My mind quickly told me it was wrong. I had grabbed her hand...
It felt cool to touch...and it was the only thing that I could feel. The rain, the blood, the pain...all gone.
I looked down at my feet...my body was still lying there.
It occurred to me what the old man meant. There was a different way to be in the tournament...not as a shaman...but as a guardian ghost...and I had just walked down that path...
I just felt like writing something a little more serious...that's it!
"Well if I'm not ready now then I'll never be!" I shouted back at him. The preliminary fights were going to begin soon. The tournament won't stop for me to get stronger. It will be here and over in less than 3 months.
As I grabbed my staff and slammed the door I could hear his voice carry into the hallway. "There's more than one way to be in the tournament..."
The rain fell like mist on me that night. I kept remembering the argument I'd had with the old man. His voice was sarcastic...it made no sense.
I snapped my eyes wide open. There was someone else standing in the harvested corn field. Someone powerful.
I never even heard the snapping of husks, or the sounds of footprints against dirt. The rain continued to mist but it didn't make any sound.
"You must defeat me to gain entry into the preliminary fights, young Shaman..." his voice was stoic and trailed on about a time limit and only needing to hit him once. He sounded tired from earlier fights.
My guardian ghost remained quite the entire time. She was borderline shy and extremely polite. I was feeling agitated from the cold and the rain...and the old man's voice still drifted around in my head making me angry. I looked into my guardian ghost's bright eyes. Would Alexis and I be able to work as one?
I had found Alexis crying softly inside that safe. She was an escape artist for a travelling circus. Still young, just younger than I am now...she was the world's youngest escape artist. No one thought to keep checking the safe's tumblers when they jammed that night.
"They weren't stainless steel", my father said. "They had been rusting ever since they first performed the trick...and getting worse...and worse..."
Her spirit was still in the safe crying when my father opened it at the morgue. We both felt bad...her family had moved on with the circus...not like they'd be able to see her like we could. The body was shipped on for the funeral and her spirit stayed with us. She's been a good friend to me these past few years.
"Are you listening to me Shaman!" the Indian yelled while running towards me.
Hell no, I wasn't listening...why was my mind wandering so much tonight...
"Alexis! UNITY!!" I pushed her spirit deep into mine while bending backwards. The tournament referee's arm swept quickly over my body and grazed at my neck. He almost clothes-lined me. Almost...
I was the reflexes of this team, but Alexis allowed me to bend my body in extreme positions.
I tried to spin my staff but it hit hard against the largest tomahawk I had ever seen. He was bringing down the flat of a second one against my left leg. I quickly pulled both of them up and over my head like so many Chinese contortionists do in those stage shows.
I unwrapped myself into a stand and quickly felt the searing pain of the first tomahawk smack against my head. The other side of my head hitting the dirt actually felt pretty good from that first hit.
He'd used the flat of the blade again. He was toying with me. Those massive tomahawks glowed with Furyoku. I flipped my entire body off of my right arm and landed on my feet.
He'd gotten my ear pretty good. Blood trickled down the side of my head. It felt hot and sticky against the cold wet mist that clung to me.
"You are not ready for this tournament, Shaman." The referee cricked his neck as he spoke. That only made me angrier.
"If you cannot find a way to--" I didn't give him a chance to continue talking. I split my staff against my knee and charged in. My attacks were clumsy, but they were enough to keep both of those blades occupied.
I should've head-butted him right then and there...that would have won me the fight...but I was too angry, too miserable, too much rage...I kept knocking him back, attacking at those glowing tomahawks and I went in for the kill. In my hate and anger I was going to stake him with what was left of my staff...
or was I...
He was far stronger than I had made him out to be...and he wasn't going to let me kill him. Both flats of the tomahawks snapped in quickly against my head. It was a noise I don't ever want to hear again.
I hit the ground hard. I felt my furyoku leave me in that blow along with my rage. I just laid there twitching for a second.
He sounded like he was going to say something...and then he sighed heavily and walked off.
"Are you...okay?" Alexis' voice was meek and timid but at least she cared.
"Yeah..." I reached out and grabbed her hand as she helped me up.
I shuddered. My mind quickly told me it was wrong. I had grabbed her hand...
It felt cool to touch...and it was the only thing that I could feel. The rain, the blood, the pain...all gone.
I looked down at my feet...my body was still lying there.
It occurred to me what the old man meant. There was a different way to be in the tournament...not as a shaman...but as a guardian ghost...and I had just walked down that path...
I just felt like writing something a little more serious...that's it!
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