From: Ethan Einhorn (firstname.lastname@example.org)
Subject: Re: [PW!] Bloodstorm, The End of a Legacy
Date: 2000-09-26 19:32:33 PST
Black Hole the Walrus wrote:
> A figure, cloaked in darkness, moves silently through the night,
> searching for its prey. A small flame is in the distance, showing that
> human life is nearby... closer and closer, the figure nears its
> destination, the fire burning brighter with each step forward.
> By the fire, a boy is asleep... unaware of his surroundings. "A
> pity, I must waste my strength with you?? The figure says. The boy
> suddenly snaps awake, only to see the blade of a sword swing down upon
> him... the forest echoed with a scream of pain and was silent seconds
> later. Soon after, Black Hole emerges from the woods, wiping blood from
> his sword.
> Black Hole walks back to the ATR base, and looks for the armory. As he
> walks through the doors, the glare of light hitting silver catches his
> eye and he picks up the box concealing James's pistol.
> "Hey, who are you?" shouts a voice from across the room. Black Hole
> whirls around to see someone standing in the doorway. "I might ask the
> same of you," he sneered. "I am Fox, an experienced ATR agent.? the man
> replied. "Yeah, well I'm-- Hey, look over there!" Fox simply shook his
> head, "I'm not going to fall for th--" he is then cut off by 4 gunshots
> from the revolver.
> The cables that were holding up one of the Wigglytanks, which was
> put up there to "save space", were severed and the Wigglytank plummeted
> downwards, smashing Fox. Black Hole only smirked, "They should know
> better than that." Black Hole takes the key ring that Fox was clutching
> and started searching for the engine room, eager to finish this
> As Black Hole made his way to the core of the island, to the
> turbines in the lower basements, he heard the clatter of boots hitting
> the metallic floors advancing towards him. He ducked into a small room
> and peers through the window as he sees Dernam pass by, murmuring, "I
> could have sworn that I heard someone...?
> BH steps out of the doorway, and Dernam whirls around, "Who the
> h--". He is cut off by the sound of a gun firing, a Dernam reels in pain
> as the bullet impacts his leg. Black Hole takes advantage of his
> weakened state and swings his sword downwards, with a horrifying slice;
> Dernam's head lie on the floor next to his fallen body. "There can only
> be one" Black Hole mutters as he makes his way down the hall.
> Black Hole swings the doors open and takes an express ladder down to
> the 3rd basement. As he makes his way there, in the Raven's Nest, a
> bloodied Raven is using his last strength to set the island's course for
> the mother of all TR bases... Diet Coke Bottle From Hell: Evolved.
> Focusing all power into the rear engines, he chuckles to himself and
> falls to the floor in a cold heap.
> Black Hole tears through the final set of doors and stumbles
> backwards as the island jolts forward. Over the loud speaker, a calm
> voice, obviously preprogrammed, says "Attention all civilians, prepare
> for collision with the Diet Coke Bottle From Hell: Evolved Form.? Black
> Hole mutters a curse under his breath and looks at the turbines. "This
> madness ends now..."
> Black Hole unsheathes his sword and closes his eyes. They snap open
> and he charges towards the backup gas storage, he punctures the tank and
> an explosion ripples through the compound. Karusotu, who was evacuating
> surviving agents, lost his footing and was thrown from the island.
> The rippling effect of the explosion tears through the corridors,
> scorching the walls, the sounds echoing through the complex, the screams
> of terror and pain as the flames catch up to them. Several other
> explosions followed. The grandest of ears could pick up the faint cry
> of, "Life is a hideous thing, and from the background behind what we
> know of it peers daemoniacal hints of truth which make it sometimes a
> thousand fold more hideous."
"Whaa....!" Dernam's eyes snap open, ad a cold sweat bathes his face
and back in icy sheets ht make him shiver. A low rumbling permeats the
structure of the plane, and it vibrates ominously. Outside his window,
a red glare flashes over the horizon.
"Is somethig wrong? Dernam, you look like you've seen ghost." Allison
spoke soothingly, but it did little to keep Dernam from questioning wat
had happened. It wasa bad feeling. Something very wrong had happened.
"Allison, I think... someting happened to some friends... it's hard to
explain..." He felt, for almost the first time in his life, that he was
on the verge of crying. It made him feel weak, and thatwas a state he
hated more than any kind of pain. No stab deeper, no burn harsher, than
the mere act of feeling inferior. Things are going to change.
A form hovered over the wreckage of Ivory Island. It's piercng purple
gaze looked thorugh the wreckage, seeked, and found.
Mewtwo landed his full 6-plus foot body, as stately as it is hideous in
all it's twisted glory, upon a large crag of what had been ATR's noble
floating fortress. His eery, 3 fingered hand points at the rubble
below, and ith seemingly no effort raises the debris as it it were
confetti, swept away by the sweeper machine after a 4th of July parade.
"Where are you? Ah, yes, that's it..." Mewtwo sweeps away a layer of
fine black dust and reveals what he has looked for. The decapitated
body of a young man with brwn hair and eyes, the head displaced several
feet by the blast before becoming cracked over a sturdy piece of rebar
sticking out of a wall. A site well capable of mking a mre man upchuck
his lunch, or at least get a few dry heaves. Mewtwo simply smiles and
thinks to himself.
"How beautiful this is. I must admit this carbon copy is a bit hasty,
but it did it's job." Mewtwo's thinking is compex, his pwe, immense.
He does not make his work a simple one-step process. With yet anoher
wave of his hand, he dispatches the body, using awesome psychic powers
to speed the decay of the atoms until they are broken into the most
simple of elements, concealing forever that ay body had ever existed
"With this, no TR authorities will evr find the body. To there
knowledge, every ATR memeber was here when the structure was
eliminated. But on further inspection, which will come later, the will
not find this boy." Mewtwo's unmoving lips became animated, rising into
a smug grim. "By the time TR discovers that the 'head' count is off by
one, they'll be too late to discover Dernam returning from his vacation
in the Japanese mainland. True, I could've left the body and kept
Dernam in peace, but that would be no fun. Nor would alerting him to
TR's intelligence agency, thus resulting in immediate capture. How
utterly dull. This way, I'm sure the resiliant little brat will give TR
a run for it's money, and that will be fun to watch, oh yes it will!"
Mewtwo raised his head to the heavens, directly toward a commercial 747
jet on the horizon, and laughed to himself. And Deram, though not
another person so much as flinched, swore he heard something laughing.
Laughing at him.
Ha ha, ha ha, ha. Permission to kill me my arse ~_^