Re: Battle Royale! Round 5: Monte Casino
02-05-2010, 03:49 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Drakenforge.
'Darkness...
So shallow and yet so deep. To lay here with no knowledge of where 'here' is.
Mike fell. I fell. So now I am Mike. Strange, that I would end up here. Maybe its ironic, probably is to someone.
Haha. Now I remember. We're supposed to die ironically. God I hate this scenario.
God. Was I ever one? The true power of a god was never at my disposal.
Except that one time. Ah, how fun that was. But her. Her...
She took it away from me before. And now by signing up with her a second time, once more have I lost my seat.
Whatever. I'm sure I didn't break any rules. Mike is not allowed to know things. I am not allowed to tell him about any of this. But I know. Bet She didn't see this coming.
Heck, even I didn't. Oh well, go with the flow, wing it, and all that.'
Mike gazed up at the large hole that floated above him in the pitch blackness of the pit he found himself. There was more commotion up there. Whit was shooting. A lot of movement.
He heard a slight noise of tapping coming from the right, but from above. It gradually got louder. Tap. Tap. Tap.... Click.
A burst of light eminated from the direction of the sound. Mike was blinded and covered his eyes with his hand. A figure stood in the middle of the rays of searing brightness. To Mike, it looked like a mesiah. And he had a feeling, in a sense, it was.
"I can't have you lying around while there's a fight to be entangled with. Get up, brush yourself off, and go cause some havok"
"Ah, you're my savior" Mike replied sarcastically. He picked himself up off the floor, and in a specific order, cracked, extended, and flexed most of the able moving parts of his new body.
"So, we cool with this?" He asked, moving towards the staircase at the side of the booze celler.
"I would be lying if I said I like what you have done. But, it is certainly interesting, and very risky.
"But, you have a lot of work to do. Improve, and perhaps victory will be yours."
A faint smile appeared on the composer's face as the young boy strolled past her.
"You wouldn't be alive right now if it wasn't for a certain truth, my dear 'creator'"
Mike turned quickly, but too late. The mysterious woman was gone, leaving no trace of her presence.
Mike grinned. Thing's certainly were getting interesting. He sliced the neck of the bottle of ale in his hand with a vector, who was very happy to do so for it's master, and drank heartilly. The mild strength of the alcoholic beverage left a familiar tang as it's poured down his gullet. He gasped for breath after several long gulps and burped.
"Ah! That's the good stuff!" He exclaimed, throwing the empty bottle over his shoulder.
"Very refreshing"
Mike sprinted forwards suddenly, forcing adrenaline to pump through his veins. A rush. He needed one for what he was going to do.
After all, a 'Battle Royale' wasn't a battle royale without having a cluster fuck of a fight in close quarters in a free for all. 'At least', Mike lamented, 'that's what the book told me'
He came to a stop, sliding across the room on his feet, a few meters from where Zeke was chasing Itzal. Even Mike was astonished at his wounds. But Mike knew he wouldn't last long on those legs of his. He was strong, but immortal he was not. Soon, the adrenaline in Zeke's body would run out. Shock would set in, and if he wasn't killed, the bloodloss would end him.
"Whatever you do!" Mike yelled after him, knowing full well that in Zeke's berserker rage he would prbably be ignored, "Don't stop moving!"
He regretted that he had a very slim soft spot for Zeke. But there was something to amuse himself while Zeke was having the most difficult time of his fight for survival. Whit.
Wherever Itzal was, Whit was several yards behind, at most.
This theory proved true when Whit moved into a firing position, but spotted Mike as he pulled the trigger. Mike lunged, and blocked most of the blast as it passed over his head with his vectors. A stronge breeze was all that remained after Mike's deflection of force.
"Like he said before, do not interfere. You have more pressing problems now and- wait. Are you bleeding?" Mike actually stood with his mouth open at the astonishing revelaton that Whit was getting injured now.
"Bloody hell..." He said under his breath, "What's happened since I became Mike..."
'Darkness...
So shallow and yet so deep. To lay here with no knowledge of where 'here' is.
Mike fell. I fell. So now I am Mike. Strange, that I would end up here. Maybe its ironic, probably is to someone.
Haha. Now I remember. We're supposed to die ironically. God I hate this scenario.
God. Was I ever one? The true power of a god was never at my disposal.
Except that one time. Ah, how fun that was. But her. Her...
She took it away from me before. And now by signing up with her a second time, once more have I lost my seat.
Whatever. I'm sure I didn't break any rules. Mike is not allowed to know things. I am not allowed to tell him about any of this. But I know. Bet She didn't see this coming.
Heck, even I didn't. Oh well, go with the flow, wing it, and all that.'
Mike gazed up at the large hole that floated above him in the pitch blackness of the pit he found himself. There was more commotion up there. Whit was shooting. A lot of movement.
He heard a slight noise of tapping coming from the right, but from above. It gradually got louder. Tap. Tap. Tap.... Click.
A burst of light eminated from the direction of the sound. Mike was blinded and covered his eyes with his hand. A figure stood in the middle of the rays of searing brightness. To Mike, it looked like a mesiah. And he had a feeling, in a sense, it was.
"I can't have you lying around while there's a fight to be entangled with. Get up, brush yourself off, and go cause some havok"
"Ah, you're my savior" Mike replied sarcastically. He picked himself up off the floor, and in a specific order, cracked, extended, and flexed most of the able moving parts of his new body.
"So, we cool with this?" He asked, moving towards the staircase at the side of the booze celler.
"I would be lying if I said I like what you have done. But, it is certainly interesting, and very risky.
"But, you have a lot of work to do. Improve, and perhaps victory will be yours."
A faint smile appeared on the composer's face as the young boy strolled past her.
"You wouldn't be alive right now if it wasn't for a certain truth, my dear 'creator'"
Mike turned quickly, but too late. The mysterious woman was gone, leaving no trace of her presence.
Mike grinned. Thing's certainly were getting interesting. He sliced the neck of the bottle of ale in his hand with a vector, who was very happy to do so for it's master, and drank heartilly. The mild strength of the alcoholic beverage left a familiar tang as it's poured down his gullet. He gasped for breath after several long gulps and burped.
"Ah! That's the good stuff!" He exclaimed, throwing the empty bottle over his shoulder.
"Very refreshing"
Mike sprinted forwards suddenly, forcing adrenaline to pump through his veins. A rush. He needed one for what he was going to do.
After all, a 'Battle Royale' wasn't a battle royale without having a cluster fuck of a fight in close quarters in a free for all. 'At least', Mike lamented, 'that's what the book told me'
He came to a stop, sliding across the room on his feet, a few meters from where Zeke was chasing Itzal. Even Mike was astonished at his wounds. But Mike knew he wouldn't last long on those legs of his. He was strong, but immortal he was not. Soon, the adrenaline in Zeke's body would run out. Shock would set in, and if he wasn't killed, the bloodloss would end him.
"Whatever you do!" Mike yelled after him, knowing full well that in Zeke's berserker rage he would prbably be ignored, "Don't stop moving!"
He regretted that he had a very slim soft spot for Zeke. But there was something to amuse himself while Zeke was having the most difficult time of his fight for survival. Whit.
Wherever Itzal was, Whit was several yards behind, at most.
This theory proved true when Whit moved into a firing position, but spotted Mike as he pulled the trigger. Mike lunged, and blocked most of the blast as it passed over his head with his vectors. A stronge breeze was all that remained after Mike's deflection of force.
"Like he said before, do not interfere. You have more pressing problems now and- wait. Are you bleeding?" Mike actually stood with his mouth open at the astonishing revelaton that Whit was getting injured now.
"Bloody hell..." He said under his breath, "What's happened since I became Mike..."