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Death
Jul 15, 2008 23:50:22 GMT -5
Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jul 15, 2008 23:50:22 GMT -5
Agony. His body could not take it. The shield broke, and his aura faltered, consciousness attempting to slide away. His spirit twisted, angered by its boundaries, and as his prone, bloody form began to slump, punctured in every which way, the grassy slopes and Cecil's battered form began to thicken with fog. His vision faded to white... He would not allow this. No shell would hinder him, despite its uses.
Suddenly rigged, the Necromancer snapped upright, and his eyes opened again. Blood slightly darker than normal fell from him as if it the clouds were pouring it from the sky, but he stood. Formally, he inclined his head to the ninja, feeling several knives in there pinch against the movement.
"Farewell."
The blood that puddled around him shimmered momentarily, quivering as if a strong wind had gusted above it, and indeed Darishan's hair lashed as if in turbulent air, though the grass around him was as still as death. The blood sizzled and hissed, spreading outward suddenly, one second just a yard, the next as far as the eye could see. The ground it touched blackened and rotted, and the sky above was consumed by darkness that dripped crimson as surely as the summoner.
The ground was beginning to fall away, becoming a deep valley of a porous red material that secreted something dark. It throbbed continuously, where it could be seen. The majority of the strange landscape was taken by hands that pushed out of it, and the air quivered with the shrieks and screams. Men, women, and even children, bellowed, some human, some not, all bedraggled, maimed and bleeding, all pushing hands against Cecil to beat him while even more pulled him down into that spongy earth, where the blood threatened to drown him.
The Necromancer stood, hardly recognizable from the others besides the small space he held apart from them, watching with the heartless eyes of an executioner. Words were on his lips, lost in the thrashing air. "Lament of the Damned."
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Death
Jul 15, 2008 23:57:04 GMT -5
Post by Arual on Jul 15, 2008 23:57:04 GMT -5
Cecil did scream, it hurt. Was this it? "No. I will not die here!" His eyes shut tightly as pain burst through him, though he stood against the blood pool and won whether to drown him or not. "Kageniishen!" (meaning "Holy flame") he shouted through the pain, and the bright orange Darishan saw earlier lazered right through his body to finish him off. He was sopped in blood, everything. It was all red! Oh, but the sun wasn't.
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Death
Jul 16, 2008 0:56:32 GMT -5
Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jul 16, 2008 0:56:32 GMT -5
A cry escaped the Necromancer as the beam sliced through him, his soul abscessing his body writhing at the holy light that consumed his core. The light seared him and ate him slowly, until his scream cut off and something simply broke, the world disintegrating as the light ate that as well.
Dirtied with blood almost enough to blot out his vision entirely, Darishan wearily forced his eyes open. His teeth were clenched, and his lips were parted as if he were fighting back a moan; agony whipped at his body from every angle. Torn knees were ground into the dirt, which was curiously normal again, though it bore traces still. The grass, or what was left of it, would not have want of thirst for many days to come, with all the blood. Dripping it, he fought back a laugh. Concerned about the grass, was he mad? Even despite the pain, a grimace snaked into his expression, if only because of the sick irony. Or perhaps because he had not grinned for as long as he remembered, and no circumstance could rob him of the experience now.
He tried to search for Cecil in the red fog, but another curtain of blood erased the world. "I beg your forgiveness, and I beg my thanks," he called out blindly, his voice the same but drastically different from an element of emotion. Another jolt hit him, this of another kind. Dark hands and serrated hooks drove into what was left of his flesh, pulling him down into the earth, which strangely gave way. So, it was time to pay for the travesty he had made of fate. He was so tired, but the other would return if he slept. He would stay awake a thousand days as this if only to feel freedom.
There was spell; he remembered reading of it. Something to chain his soul away forever, where his freedom would be absolute in captivity. The insane conditions for it were already set. Desperately, he scratched at the ground, fighting the urge to sick up the blood building in his throat. Muttering a few choice words and sealing it, he heard a scream of utter rage inside his head, and it was all the music he would ever need, even for an eternity of Hell. The world was safe from him, forever.
"Cecil," Darishan said almost conversationally, "Has death found you yet? It has claimed me for almost all the years of my life. I hope you can avoid it, but I am not the last, you know. Your brother Dali is coming next with a damned army and a driving need to kill you; I can't imagine why anyone would want to do something like that." His laugh turned into a cough that clotted with blood. "He also has a woman named Jen in his employ, but you don't have much of a problem with Necromancers, do you? I know you'll best them... and give Elliot my regards, if you see him..." The last sentences were quieter, and the ground rose to envelope his neck. "Thank you, truly, and farewell!" he shouted sincerely as the hooks and hands dug into their prize, dragging him down into Hell. He called upon something that seemed alight inside him, if distant, wishing that Cecil would do well, and would not join him. All he wanted was to go alone.
Darishan perished surrounded by silence and dead, as a Necromancer should.
The sun burst into its full potential over the sea, bringing color and light to the day. It seemed to fill Cecil, renewing him with energy and re-knitting his body to be without wounds.
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Death
Jul 16, 2008 1:13:20 GMT -5
Post by Arual on Jul 16, 2008 1:13:20 GMT -5
Before Darishan died, and his last words were said, Cecil had bent down in front of his old friend's body- as Darishan could not see; and said "Darishan, you were my best friend, know that even if you never care of what I say. I'll see to everything, I promise....." And now he felt like the blood was not lost inside his body. "...Thank you."
Now his recovered body seemed like perhaps a bit of his old friend resided inside him; though that would never be of any wrong to think of. He lay, fooling the world around him, as if he had died as well; for if it wasn't for Darishan- he most likely would have. Now only scars remained as he watched the sun come up; his body spread relaxed and out of normalcy along the rocks which the seafoam splashed up against. It was bittersweet. Cecil closed his eyes for rest, knowing the threats, but disreguarding them entirely right now. He committed his greatest sin.....it still hadn't sunk in just yet....it never would. "Over here!" Crae told Zet, pointing to the body along the line of uneven ground. He rushed over to the one on the along the rocks. Cecil heard them, but ignored it entirely. If Darishan was here now, his brother wasn't far behind. That in itself made his skin crawl and stomach reknot itself again; even when Darishan unraveled it not more then a minute before. He was healed, sure, but the scratches and gashes were only sealed and sown back together. The two scratches on his face almost felt as bad as his arm's scar made long ago, and his body hurt him, but that was his only 'physical' trouble. "Cecil!" Crae said, skidding over at the bottom of the rocks before climbing the small step up to see the boy. His hazelish eyes were wide. Was he dead, or dying? There was blood everywhere and only a small fraction at a time did his friend's face begin to brighten with the golden sunrise, but he didn't seem hurt much. What happened here, would be a mystery. Why were they here? Why did they bother to catch up to him? He might die- and now, two more as well if Dali's army catches up with him! But, Jen....HIS Jen? No, perhaps it was someone else named that. But, he said she was a necromancer! That was very much his Jen, and his heart stung just a moment. The blood on his shirt, sweatshirt and jeans slowly but surely began to dry into the fabrics, and dry blood marks were all over his face like washed off paint that left a stain.
----------------------------------------------------------------------- You say you want blood, boy. then blood you shall have. You say you want to die, boy. then death will find you. You say you want to become the hero...... then die in the blood that is your own, and fight for your noble cause.
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Death
Jul 16, 2008 21:01:13 GMT -5
Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jul 16, 2008 21:01:13 GMT -5
Zet flowed after Crae with the grace of an elf and the deadliness of a drow, his head moving constantly around though his eyes were covered away from the pale dawn. Threat would soon come here. Hissing a curse under his breath, he knelt beside Cecil, feeling a thick puddle of blood soak his knee. But Cecil was fine... For now, that was enough.
The one who watched clenched his hands tightly, saddened by the death. She would not be happy that he had died, but surely she had not expected him to assist... Surely. And it pained him to admit that it was better this way. But... there was much yet to come, and he was terrified for them who had to face it.
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Death
Jul 16, 2008 21:13:03 GMT -5
Post by Arual on Jul 16, 2008 21:13:03 GMT -5
(( www.youtube.com/watch?v=_-sNIWi2fLs&NR=1 )) Cecil slowly got up, the world spinning around as the smell of the salty air filled his senses and stuck to his clothes. Nothing would change, he knew for sure. The expression on his face was still cold, and he would not look at either men; he was going to start back to where he was when he originally arrived at Twilight moon….alone. He had no friends now. Shana, Kari, Darishan, Jen, gone. Suzume was slipping from his grasp against his effort to keep her alive! It all fell apart. All of this crap! It all fell apart. The house he lived in at one time, the people who cared for him; it all seemed to go into flames and ashes before his eyes. The boy’s black spikes swayed in the windy paths above the rocks of the lighthouse terrain he clung to until he was ready to go, his one leg hung off in the shape of the rocks round side while the other had been tightly bent and held as close back as it could to seem like it’d touch his chest. His right arm rested on the bent knee, and his other hand kept on the rock; crimson eyes hard and steady, focused on the imaginary, centered on the anguish, and denying the irony in all of this. His head hurt so much more from after the battle, and is wasn’t getting better as time passed. His heartbeat felt as though it was in his ears, slowly pumping the blood to his body, or, whatever was left in there to handle. "You shouldn't be here, Crae." he finally said. Crae got angry. He thought he might have lost the kid! He invited him to come here, even though he was going to anyways....so why was he leaving? "Cecil, if this is about A-class -" "What about it?" Cecil got up and turned his back to them both. He refused to talk about this when it wasn't their business anymore. Zet did his share, as much as he regreted to think it; and so has Crae. Besides, the other man was here on a mission- he shouldn't be fooling around. "Then forget it. You know they called it off long ago, and nothing like that is law anymore. Staying silent and telling us to go away will only kill you!" Crae took the boy's shoulder tightly and flung him around to face him and Zet. "You're so lucky you didn't die there, Cecil." Cecil shrugged it off with a forceful thrash backward to his shoulder, his eyes narrowing at Crae. "You have other things to be doing, Crae. Don't start babying me now after all these years."
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Death
Jul 16, 2008 21:25:45 GMT -5
Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jul 16, 2008 21:25:45 GMT -5
"You're being foolish," the elf said quietly. "You have a choice to either flee or stay, and that is your choice. Do not be so arrogant as to think you can make ours as well. We have chosen to stay, and I doubt time has patience for pointless arguments when the enemy is at hand."
And that was that.
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Death
Jul 16, 2008 21:40:34 GMT -5
Post by Arual on Jul 16, 2008 21:40:34 GMT -5
"Cecil, listen to us, for once. I know you like being independent- you have know idea how well I really know you. But you want to know some of the reason they stopped the searches?" Cecil looked at Crae, his eyes narrowing more then before. "You. They were afraid you would become your brother, that you would kill all the plans with your own stupidity when fighting him, and end up dead- leaving us all at Dali's mercy! THAT'S WHY!" Crae didn't like yelling, but when it came to this kid, sometimes that was the only thing you could do to make him get it. "Frankly, I think they were right! But they weren't always, Cecil, we both know it. You know I'd never tell you wrong, and I never had- so get this through your immature, antisocial, jackass head. You can't do it alone. I know you can't take even the slightest breath without wanting to die, seeing everything shred into nothing- but you shouldn't act like this. What would your mother tell you? Or Shana?" Another thing Crae had done to force Cecil to listen was grip the back of his head and hold a fist full of hair; as the boy tried to turn back again. Cecil listened now, and didn't like what he was hearing. His eyes winced as he was held by the back of the head. "I lost Dali, and my younger brother. I don't want to lose you too because you felt like doing it your way. Well, wake up, Cecil, not everything in life is to a person's liking. You have to work together sometimes." Crae let go of Cecil, his voice softening.
Jen appeared from the shadows, her electric blue fingernails standing out around her black fingerless gloves which tightly held her staff .The girl’s green eyes were dead, but vibrant all at once in her cold gaze. “Oh you stupid students…..you’re as hopeless as your teachers! I think the only smart one of the bunch is the mute elf over there. I guess he would have blown my cover if it weren’t for his inability to speak.” she said almost laughing in her emotionless attitude. “You did this to yourself Cecil, by thinking you had it all in the bag. Well, you’re about to see how far you are from the truth.” Two monsters popped out of the ground taller than her by a long shot, and reaching up to the second level roof. The one was a grayish brown with a gold ring on his lip, his eyelids droopy over his solid black eyes; a club in his hands, his elephant like feet making pools of dust come out from where he landed, his blood matted hair was falling everywhere without a care as his eyes of steel looked at Cecil. The other one on Jen’s right, held an axe, hair blood matted too, his eyes dripping blood from their black solidity. The one to her left, however, had no skin on half of its face and only showed a skull even though the eye was there as it normally would be. Cecil’s face was drained of all blood. Those monsters were scary as hell! You had to be there to really get the full effect of their appearance; what’s noticed at first glance only scratches the surface. He prepared for today, but not for her to get mixed in with it too. “What are you trying to do, kill me? That wouldn’t do too well with my brother….would it?“ That feeling of pure nauseousness soon struck a tie in his stomach. This hurt, but not as much as she will be if they go at it. “You’re all words Jen. We all know you’re a great necromancer, don’t boast about it.” Jen stood before them now in the light of day. “Boast? What have I said about myself? No need to tell you our little evil plan, hm? I would suppose you know most of it by now- right? Well, then….let’s begin.” Jen said, not taking noticeable care to the whole Dali reference. Her one hand, which was above the other from her seating position, flicked itself up as a signal. The monsters on both sides began their charge inside the lower half of the lighthouse’s lab. The battle had only been a minute or two in, and the monster’s axe and club ran against the boy’s katana; forcing the tiny boy’s (in comparison) back to bend like a backwards ‘r’. Cecil pushed forward though, trying to get himself killed or snapped in half. The boy’s crimson blood colored eyes narrowed, a line coming between his eyebrows as his tensed and shaky arms kept the katana on defense.
“Withdrawal, Jen.” a voice said sternly.
Jen’s two monsters backed away and came to her side again, her eyes wide in confusion and surprise. The neon green and black stocking around her arms up to her wrists now showed from the gust of wind from Qaz and Diess’s return. She stood silent. Cecil fell onto his back from the empty space the monsters were not in anymore, and sweat fell from his brow. Once on the ground, he flipped to a lounging position and stuck his katana on the ground, his hand never lost the grip. “Cecil and I are the ones who will be fighting. Not you.” the voice added calmly. The younger boy looked over, and saw it was Dali. “I suppose you’d like to catch up first, right? Complain how horrible it was being cast out of the school by the guards and getting some chakra pulled out of you with it….” he said with a sarcastic but cold air while making his way onto his feet. “A chat session is not what we’re here for, but I’ll admit - that guard ambush did set me a few steps back then I originally thought.” Dali said. It wasn’t time to chat, but if that’s what his brother wanted before there wasn’t one to be speaking to, then why not give him his last few hours of life the way he wanted them? "Ah, it's been such a long time, Master Zet, Crae." he greeted them in a short surprised manner, though more to Crae then Zet. His long trench coat blew behind him like a cape would for a superhero when the door kept itself opened; his strong body only as plain as day to Cecil, being the man’s younger brother. They were skinny boned people for ninja’s but if worked on enough, you’ll occasionally see something along the arms. But that was a different and unnecessary matter for the present. “Well, let’s see what you’ve learned, little brother. I’m eager to find out what’s happened over the past few years.” “You have no idea, Dali, not a clue.” Cecil thought to himself. This time, he would win. He could feel it pulsing through his veins. “Well, there’s only one thing I have one thing to say to you.” “What would that be?” “May the strongest brother win.” a cold smirk is placed on the boy’s face before all emotion is erased from it. Soon, however; he would see how long it truly will last within him. “Indeed.” Dali replied with a malicious and cynical chuckle.
CLASH! The first blast of the war begins!
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Death
Jul 16, 2008 21:57:40 GMT -5
Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jul 16, 2008 21:57:40 GMT -5
Zet nodded curtly to Dali, his knife-studded gloves gleaming. He had no patience either, when it came to pointless talk.
His grasp tightened even more, and the watcher soundlessly sighed. It seemed that they knew very little, if they thought that his affliction was what had held his tongue. Then again, the girl was very boastful... she was a very low tool. It tore at him; how could he hope so equally that both sides would be victorious?
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Death
Jul 16, 2008 22:16:14 GMT -5
Post by Arual on Jul 16, 2008 22:16:14 GMT -5
Both brothers seemed to match each other at first, clinging metal at each thrust of power or sword, whatever was being used now; but as it slowly began to sink in, Cecil wasn't keeping up. His tinier body was burned as it slid like on a slip n' slide along the ground; it taking his foot in all the pain possible to shoot up again on his hands and knees. Dali chuckled as he stood in front of his brother. He held the boy by his throat, as if nothing ever changed since last meeting; and watched his brothers' face turn red. "Is this it, Cecil? Is that all you have in you?" he said, letting him drop and kicking him into a rock farther from where he stood. "I'm disappointed in you." Cecil's lip dribbled with blood but he held his frozen gaze at his brother. It hurt to move, but he slowly trembled as he moved to stand up. But he did, and paused as Dali did as well. "You can't even release yourself out of a simple genjutsu after years of living as a spoken 'genius' back home...." Dali added, shaking his head. Cecil's eyes widened. "What are you talking about?" he said coldly, worse then Darishan at that point, though emotion hinted inside his tone. He ran up at his brother and threw some speedy punches at him, which were easily blocked. Dali skidded back without a loss of balance, and amused as anything all the sudden. "You're father wasn't in the coffin that afternoon when they burried him. The whole jutsu was cast over the whole town the minute they got the notice that he was the one who apparently began the murders." The young man's apperance changed to someone older. Someone Cecil dreaded with all his soul. "It was me." Cecil's temper flared into something only Zet could have compared to the flare of power he had seen Cecil produce months ago in that orange color. It was immediatly followed by strength and speed Cecil never was tempted to use. "You ****ing bastard!" he barked as a series of attacks went off at the man the young teen knew to be his father.
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Death
Jul 24, 2008 14:59:33 GMT -5
Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jul 24, 2008 14:59:33 GMT -5
"Cecil, do not let him goad you!" Zet shouted sharply, a silent rage about his face, though his voice was as cold as ever. His head murmured a prayer for the dead, unbidden, for a blame Dali did not deserve. He had allowed them to face each other alone because Cecil had seemed in control of himself, but if it did not last, they could both feel death both keenly by the battle's end. His gaze also shifted to Jen periodically, wondering how her part would play out.
A voice seemed to hover around Jen out of nowhere, low and distant. "The Queen stands at the crossroads, and all paths are open to her. Paths of power, paths of death, paths of blood and murder and glory, and but a single path of happiness. The Queen stands at the crossroads, and all paths are open to her." Zet could not hear that voice, despite being close enough to do so. It was for Jen's ears alone.
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Death
Jul 26, 2008 17:53:21 GMT -5
Post by Arual on Jul 26, 2008 17:53:21 GMT -5
"All this time...." he thought to himself in some distant, but sharp way of pain and guilt. "Dali, could you ever forgive me for cursing your name when there was only goodness inside you- for the love of our family. I wouldn't blame you if you shunned me for the rest of our eternities once Death takes me...." That was the final straw for the boy, but his father apparently didn't care about that. A chuckle escaped his lips. "That's right. Your brother died protecting you from me. You should probably remember at least a little bit of it....right?" the voice was cruel and sharp edged to a point where there was only love for the hunt and nothing more. They both stood apart from each other, his father mercifully letting his youngest son take in the news. Cecil, as hard as he tried, could not contain the pain of what he had just recalled; and his crumbled to his knees with his hands over his ears, his blood stained clothes now pressing hard enough for the new cuts to overlap the old stains..... **FLASHBACK** *thump* "Cecil- get out!" a young man's voice screamed in a furious and worried rage. A clang of metal lept out and into the air as the little boy's eyes split open. Cecil was too scared to move, and as he fought their father- he shoved Cecil off his bed and onto the wooden floor. "NOW!" Cecil ran and slipped under the bed board of his mattress, shaking in the most horrendous fear he had seen.... *THUD* There was a shing sound of metal, and in that midnight hour where twilight was not too far approaching; warm liquid began to pool on the wooden floor boards, and under the bed. Cecil's tiny body kept itself clear from danger and up against the wall where the right side had hit the wall. "BROTHER!" the little boy shouted in mournful panic and disbelief. Dali's dead body had placed itself right next to the opening for the underside of his younger brother's bed. "....Oh son, where did I go wrong with you......you became soft hearted....like your mother..." said a voice, and footsteps then eventually went silent.**END OF FLASHBACK** "Understand this now?" said that same deep voice from the flashback. He continued to stand there, his true age on show. Cecil's fingers dug into his skin, and his face was contorted with indescribable pain. Why? Why! Wasn't what he had to deal with the last eleven years bad enough? But, even in that; Cecil pulled his anger forward and infused it into his energy source- like Zet and other teachers had told him to....just, instead of anger (excluding Zet)- something else. "I understand just fine." he replied in a voice that hinted his teeth were loosely clenched as he spoke. He flash over to his father and with a powerful kick, made his father fall and slam into a tree; the trunk snapping almost entirely in half. But he wasn't done yet...... The young man lifted his father up by the neck, squeezing it until his old man's face was blue and he was gasping for air. Cecil's crimson eyes burned more furiously then anything Hell itself could produce. "I understand that you never wanted a second child, fine. I understand that you loved Dali because he was like a Godsend for you; a honorable tally to our family name.... I understand you killed our family. But what I don't understand," Cecil said with a tone that seethed anger as much as you could tell he was holding it all back for future use. His grip tightened even more. "is why you left me alive, and not my mother; why you have such a hatred for me." Mr. Shan's face was not a clone's- but his real body, as much as it would have been crafty to have done a clone. He could not answer his son's statement. When the grip tightened, his throat hoarsely crackled the words 'You. Were. All. Worthless. Beings.' to the best of his ability. "Worthless? Well, how does it feel to be choked to death? Feeling the air slip out from your lungs until it begins to burn? Enjoy it? Good, because that's the least amount of pain your about to experience...." Cecil said with only a Sadist's smile; pushing his father's body back even though it was held above his own. "How worthless am I now?" he asked as he threw his father to the ground with a dust bomb exploding in the air around them all. "I can only think to thank you for doing what you did- because I wouldn't have been able to be as strong as I am without it.....but, I see you as nothing but a grain of sand in the middle of a desert. Nothing, and useless. And I will pay my respects to my brother, by watching your heart stop beating; until I can do something more in hopes to have his forgiveness for what I've held to him all this time." Cecil had gotten ahead of his father now, but how long would it last? How long would this teen have such a killer train of thought, worse then even the day he came to the school- or began to breathe? Who could it be that he resembled? The vibes he gave off screamed 'demon'....but he was only a teenage ninja with extremely dangerous power inside him. Mr. Shan got up, bloody now too. He could barely breathe, and age did not pay kindly to him now. The bags under his eyes were covered in dirt, and the wrinkles in his fifty or so years of age hands held firmly to the power of the old man's will. "I didn't get you that night, because your mother came from the bedroom- and you were too far beneath the bed for me to fuss around and get you. Happy now?" Time lapsed in the battle, and Cecil had taken more falls still then his father...though he had gotten more damage to him then his son. Mr.Shan was on the ground and quickly getting up again, and Cecil looked back at Zet, the look of no regrets or praise of a win or a loss in his eyes. It secretly; and only to his teacher, had held a particular expression to his whole self. It was as if there was a small little child with defensive eyes filled with pain as he roamed around the earth, lost and alone. It was the look of questionable heart, of whether to think that his teacher would be proud of him even now- or he would disown him like the others had in previous years. The look that Cecil had now planted on his face did not show only that, but with hard coal furnace eyes; told Zet that this was it. "Is that all your have, boy?" a gurgling voice echoed in the mists of his own jutsu. He was up fully now, all sides spilling out his blood. When Cecil turned around, there was a black aura around him, and he followed it with a gust of wind, red swirling around him and mixing with the black. "BLOOD BLADE!" shouted the young man with anger above the moans of the wind that encased him. His black spikes had been forced backward from their normal positions, his face took on a bright white complexion, and his sweatshirt blew behind him as the wind kicked up even more. A white burst of energy blew Cecil's father away, like a silent atomic bomb would in the movies; the blood of the older man spraying with irreparable damages. 'Dali' was finished on this earth, and now on his way to final judgment. Cecil; however, was on his last leg, and his body felt lighter then ever. A white light took up his eyes and nothing of the earth was visible, his body after a few minutes, had collapsed. (( www.youtube.com/watch?v=F2NYWmS9uSs play this naow!!)) Crae was speechless the whole time. All he had known was a lie! Now...Now Cecil was......"Cecil!" he shouted as he sprang out to the body. His hands trembled, and his eyes were as wide as a puffer fish; but he ran over, farther away then Zet was from some attacks that had happened, causing him to move. Jen heard the words, the whole time she heard the words, echoing over and over again. She knew she heard it before...she just never understood until now. This is what that blind prophet man meant. Her heart sank and the army had not even been used- it was a fluke! Dali never treasured her. It wasn't Dali at all! Jen, with a bloodless face looked at the two men, and to Cecil; and then to the ground. "All ties to that are lost." she mumbled to herself and only her. What has she done?
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Death
Aug 3, 2008 21:27:42 GMT -5
Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Aug 3, 2008 21:27:42 GMT -5
Swears came hissed through clenched teeth as Zet thrust away his bladed gloves and slid to Cecil's prone form. A hand darted to Cecil's wrist for a pulse, but it was fainter than an echo. His throat was barely more than that. He was no healer; he had made that sacrifice years ago. There was no time for words, but he would have to count on Crae already having done something if he could.
With maddening slowness, so as not to jar him, the dark elf edged Cecil into his arms and then lifted him.
"Crae, I'm taking him to the infirmary. Every minute casts aside his chances." If Cecil died, he did not know what would become of him. All of his students he had failed, but he had always believed that in this, there was hope. He couldn't fail now.
So their unknowing champions had failed and fallen to the abyss. He could only hope now that Cecil would perish as well. A horrible hope, but he wished it soundly. There was a shifting behind him, and he turned with wide eyes, ready to flee, but the strike to his neck was too swift to avoid.
The morning breeze was pleasant, and it swirled his coat like the eddies of the ocean nearby. The elf collapsed against him, suddenly visible, and after a moment's thought he picked him up off the ground. Killing was an easy thing, but this was an enemy he knew. Much more preferable than the unknown kind they would send if this one happened to die.
Casual eyes, deep violet in the faint morning light, moved from person to person as he stepped briskly around the scattered gore and destruction. They were like ants after a malignant child had emptied his coveted farm, but that was to be expected.
"Please, if you would allow me?" the demon said, neither polite phrase or questioning words for a moment suggesting submission or even a choice. The drow hesitated only a moment--perhaps the unconscious elf in his arms could have had better timing-- before concern for his student won, and offered him flatly.
Dropping Cheshire to the ground carelessly, he placed a hand on Cecil's neck and another on his forehead. Life spread out from his fingers into the boy, crackling occasionally with purple static, and reversed the disintegration of his vital functions, healed him. It was more than he was used to giving, but a victor could afford sacrifices.
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Death
Aug 3, 2008 21:45:23 GMT -5
Post by Arual on Aug 3, 2008 21:45:23 GMT -5
Cecil's body was cold as ice, lifeless, and his pale skin began to go bright white. Was it death, or was it repercussions for using the jutsu and having that 20% chance or less of living still in play? Whichever it was, it wasn't good either way.....Cecil would die with a broken heart, or he would wake up...never the same, broken hearted, and yearning for death to take him. But it came back, his heart beat....all of it.
There was a change in skin color, but his body still felt icy cold. Something that would never go away after using Blood Blade.
His consequences...
He was stable, and he heard voices.....but.....His eyes opened barely enough to be noticed, and Rell's purple eyes could be seen. Suddenly, he blacked out entirely once again. The wind caught onto everything outside this morning, not dying down a bit; making clothes ripples and flip over....chains clink.....
More voices...... More prodding....... More pain......
Cecil roused and woke up to a pure white room, his sheets white too. This....was a different place. It- it couldn't be the infirmary, could it? He felt so dirty. His black locks were pulled out and matted behind him and on the white pillow, his crimson eyes expressionless and dull as they kept themselves open despite the intense bright light coming from some lamp or window...something. A blurry figure stood beside the bed...but he couldn't make it out.
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Death
Aug 3, 2008 21:58:47 GMT -5
Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Aug 3, 2008 21:58:47 GMT -5
"Cecil?" Zet's dark voice questioned, very soft. The situation seemed to demand whispers, for some reason. He had almost lost him. How ironic that an impure demon was their savior. He stood by the window sill, now, away from Zet and Cecil, apparently engrossed in the light sifting through the shades as it danced on the floor. But they said Cecil would be well, after a few weeks, and that was what mattered. The boy had suffered, but in the end he had completed his goal. He was safe, and he had won.
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