Re: Battle Royale! (Game Start!) Round 3: Sanctuary/Ark
12-30-2009, 02:25 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by MyifanW.
Whit listened. Crashes, followed by muffled words and screams. Possibly the terrible sound of bones breaking too. Then, it was quite again. Whit quickly decided to act. He kicked open the door and kept back, ready for Mike. Instead of him however, a abomination of wood stood before him. A familiar red cloak lay against the other mast in the distance. The monster's head turned, and Whit saw it's face. A shiver went up his spine, and mixed emotions dully coursed through his head. It was scary, but at the same time indulging. Whit knew it. He knew that Grimm could hold some use, that it wasn't a waste to bet his life to help it, and here it was, proof that he was right.
Suddenly, "Grimm" made it's move. It fell low to the ground and clawed forward, crushing the wood it stood on and sendin it propelling towards Whit. Whit should have been shocked by the move, as it was nothing he was ready for. But, he was still in the state of unnatural calm, and simply, with no other thoughts, reacted. He twisted his wrist, hardly moving his arm, and fired the godgun in astrange position. The abomidation took the wave full force, wood flying everywhere- but it's momentum wasn't completely destroied. With all it's remaining force, It thrust it's hand out, crushed through the doorway and harshly pinned Whit to the ground. Pains shpt through him, for the first time in a good amount of time. Whit's calm broke, and his mind flooded again.
He thought first of how afraid he was, how unreasonable the position he was in was. He then thought of his luck, knowing it had at least some influence here, but his fear outweighed the relief knowing his luck brought. He thought of what he had done himself, what he had done before for Grimm. Fear, fate, and his own decisions. Only one thing could come to his mind to say:
"YOU OWE ME! You owe me... Play your part."
What did he mean? He wasn't completely sure. All he knew was that he was the reason, at least partially, that the Mask was there at the current moment. He brought it here- it's fate was overseen by his own... And still was.
The skull changed. Not physically, but it's effect changed. It wasn't calming anymore, it was dominating. The previously placated lives were suddenly feeling Whit's will weighing down on top of their own.
"Grimm" stopped crushing Whit. It stood and stepped away, shaking. It's will was being interfered with by anothers. It was conflicted inwardly, and was similarly conflicted outwardly. It stepped back more, the shaking subsiding. Further it retreated, until it stood unmoving.
Whit sat upright and breathed hard. His lungs burned, and his eyes hurt. Still, he still knew something changed. His calmness was all gone, and he felt as if he was thinking everything twice. He felt the skull weighing down around his neck, and clutched the Godgun. He knew he had to figure out what had happened, so that his life wouldn't fall completely upon fate. But, he was hurt, and most of all, he wanted a break. He wished everything would simply stop for a while.
Whit listened. Crashes, followed by muffled words and screams. Possibly the terrible sound of bones breaking too. Then, it was quite again. Whit quickly decided to act. He kicked open the door and kept back, ready for Mike. Instead of him however, a abomination of wood stood before him. A familiar red cloak lay against the other mast in the distance. The monster's head turned, and Whit saw it's face. A shiver went up his spine, and mixed emotions dully coursed through his head. It was scary, but at the same time indulging. Whit knew it. He knew that Grimm could hold some use, that it wasn't a waste to bet his life to help it, and here it was, proof that he was right.
Suddenly, "Grimm" made it's move. It fell low to the ground and clawed forward, crushing the wood it stood on and sendin it propelling towards Whit. Whit should have been shocked by the move, as it was nothing he was ready for. But, he was still in the state of unnatural calm, and simply, with no other thoughts, reacted. He twisted his wrist, hardly moving his arm, and fired the godgun in astrange position. The abomidation took the wave full force, wood flying everywhere- but it's momentum wasn't completely destroied. With all it's remaining force, It thrust it's hand out, crushed through the doorway and harshly pinned Whit to the ground. Pains shpt through him, for the first time in a good amount of time. Whit's calm broke, and his mind flooded again.
He thought first of how afraid he was, how unreasonable the position he was in was. He then thought of his luck, knowing it had at least some influence here, but his fear outweighed the relief knowing his luck brought. He thought of what he had done himself, what he had done before for Grimm. Fear, fate, and his own decisions. Only one thing could come to his mind to say:
"YOU OWE ME! You owe me... Play your part."
What did he mean? He wasn't completely sure. All he knew was that he was the reason, at least partially, that the Mask was there at the current moment. He brought it here- it's fate was overseen by his own... And still was.
The skull changed. Not physically, but it's effect changed. It wasn't calming anymore, it was dominating. The previously placated lives were suddenly feeling Whit's will weighing down on top of their own.
"Grimm" stopped crushing Whit. It stood and stepped away, shaking. It's will was being interfered with by anothers. It was conflicted inwardly, and was similarly conflicted outwardly. It stepped back more, the shaking subsiding. Further it retreated, until it stood unmoving.
Whit sat upright and breathed hard. His lungs burned, and his eyes hurt. Still, he still knew something changed. His calmness was all gone, and he felt as if he was thinking everything twice. He felt the skull weighing down around his neck, and clutched the Godgun. He knew he had to figure out what had happened, so that his life wouldn't fall completely upon fate. But, he was hurt, and most of all, he wanted a break. He wished everything would simply stop for a while.
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