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| Untaken | Sep 20 2010, 09:40 PM Post #1 |
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Bored at the time of writing and fancied writing something to do something different. Epilogue: My world started to crumble around me. Pillars lay broken around a vast hall as parts of the roof start to fall to the ground. A once majestic hall, awash with the glow of a thousand candles, now lay in darkness' icy grip. Stained glass windows are no longer stained with lead and paint but rather blood and littered with holes where the glass had given way. A lone, solitary figure stands in the doorway; perhaps the last shred of order in an otherwise chaotic scene. What light had been left in the room gave me enough of a glimpse of what had caused such destruction. A gleaming, almost featureless, silver mask covered the face of a tall man wearing a black long coat. The man's hands ended with black fingerless gloves whereas the figure's shoes were simple trainers ending in metal toecaps. A black t-shirt covered the man's chest and black jeans hung loosely around the man's ankles. To the left, I could make out the shape of a sheath and to the right, a sword bathed in the blood of a hundred men. I had little energy at this point. The last remains of my fleeting life began to leave me, the image of the man who had wrought such misery becoming etched into my mind as my last memory. There was nothing else to do but wonder why my life had taken this direction and how it happened in the first place... |
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| Untaken | Sep 22 2010, 10:27 PM Post #2 |
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Chapter 1 The earliest thing I could remember of my life was my childhood. For the most part, I was happy. I got through everything by keeping my head down and avoiding trouble where I could. Of course, I got into the odd fight and I might have gone over the top sometimes but the only other thing that helped me when I was younger was my best friend, Jack. He would be much more focused on whatever he was doing than me and we helped each other out if we were in trouble. Jack always seemed older than he really was and not much bothered him. He would either smile at a problem or go completely silent. To anyone who knew him, we has lively and talkative but to anyone else, he was shut off and quiet. Both me and Jack used to do almost everything together and we rarely fought. What I didn't understand at the time was why Jack disappeared one day. I suppose it was the start of everything, even if I was oblivious to all the trouble that reason would give me. |
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| Untaken | Sep 24 2010, 09:22 PM Post #3 |
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Chapter 2, five years later. The skies were a cloudless vista as the sun shone down onto a series of school buildings. Dotted around the buildings were houses and roads, all quiet due to the lack of people on the streets for now. The odd car or person populated the pavement as birds flew in the air. Doors opened and a mixture of people of different ages spilled out. The youngest were happy the day was over whilst the older kids left in a more orderly fashion, meeting with friends or walking off home. A solitary boy, around 16 years old, walked out, looking around for something, or someone. The boy was 6ft 1" with medium length brown hair and was wearing a blue shirt with a white button up shirt on top. The light of the sun wrapped around the crevices of the boy's darker blue jeans and skimmed over the boy's white and black trainers. A khaki coloured bag hung down from the boy's shoulders, looking as heavier than it actually was. The boy started walking over to a patch of grass, talking to himself as he walked. "School's over and we're meant to be meeting here. Far as I know, she's not in trouble and there's nothing else on. Suppose I'll have to wait..." As soon as the boy sat down, he could hear a voice shouting out his name from across the mess of people leaving. "Drake! Drake!" Drake looked up to see a girl walking towards where he was, satchel over one shoulder. The girl had long blonde hair in a ponytail with a fringe almost covering one eye. The girl worn a brown cardigan over a white shirt with a brown skirt and white long socks coupled with a pair of matching brown shoes. "Maria, there you are. Thought you wouldn't turn up..." "So you think I would just leave you standing here?" "No, I just couldn't see you anywhere. There's a lot of people an..." Maria started laughing slightly. Drake knew she was joking around with him. "Should we start going now? Only, traffic's going to get worse if we don't." Drake stood up, readjusting his bag as he did so. Across the road from the field Drake was on, a figure stood on the pavement, staring at Drake and Maria. The figure clutched at a shape wrapped in a cloth by his left side and as Drake got up, stood completely still for a moment as if a thought had struck him. This was enough for Drake to catch a glimpse of the mysterious figure and a hint of familiarity hit Drake. "That's... No, it couldn't be. Jack disappeared five years ago..." Drake knew exactly what he would think in his head and tried to dismiss the thought as he tried to catch up with Maria. Jack had disappeared without a trace five years ago with, what Drake had thought, no hope of coming back. If it was Jack, why did he suddenly turn up and why didn't he make any attempt at talking to Drake? This thought had refused to leave and nothing else would force it to go. Edited by Untaken, Sep 24 2010, 09:30 PM.
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| Untaken | Sep 27 2010, 11:31 PM Post #4 |
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Chapter 3 As the bus arrived, the figure disappeared into thin air. Maria was already at the bus stop and people were getting on, leaving a small amount of room either seated or standing. "Drake, hurry up!" Drake's mind hit reality and his legs broke into a run to make sure he got onto the bus. It would be half an hour before the next bus would arrive and he wanted to get home as soon as possible. During the journey, Drake was almost silent, only muttering the odd word to himself. "Drake, are you okay?" "Hm? Oh, yeah." "Only, you don't look it. Something happen?" "I...I thought I saw Jack." "I thought he disappeared five years ago." "I know. I did as well. The thing is though, me and Jack were close friends. We'd tell each other everything. He wouldn't just disappear as he did. Jack would've told me if he was going to move or if he had to leave." "Maybe something happened to hi..." Just as Maria was about to finish her sentence, a black figure hit the front of the bus, stopping it from moving at all. The windscreen had shattered into a million miniscule pieces as the figure hit the ground. Some of the glass had formed a ring around the figure as he picked himself up and what appeared to be a sword. A second figure, dressed entirely in white stood on the street with steam surrounding his hands. The figure wore a white hoodie obscuring his face whilst wearing a white shirt with white tracksuits and trainers. The man stood as if he knew what he was doing and was expecting something from the figure in black. The man in black obliged as he picked up his sword and ran straight towards the man in white, preparing a series of slashes. Shards of glass also flew towards the man in white as the man in white started forming something around his hands. "Drake! What's going on!?" A small explosion appeared where the glass and the mysterious object the man in white formed collided. Drake watched on, fixed on both what was happening and the black figure. It was the same one back at the school. A voice called out, calm amid the confusion. "Everyone, get out the bus, now. Forget about this, this never happened." The voice had an entrancing effect on the people on the bus as they left, leaving only Drake watching the fight. "Didn't you hear him? We have to go." The fighting started up again as the man in black raised his sword and struck down towards the man in white only to be deflected, forcing the black figure into the air with the force of the action. The figure in black was now intent on causing as much harm as he could as he hit the ground. He knew that fighting this man would be closely fought with the possibility of losing his own life. The first person he saw was Maria and as he picked his sword up from the ground, stared directly at her with a featureless mask but Maria could feel dull, souless eyes looking at her. "Drake...Drake...Drake!" The black figure brought his sword up and plunged it straight into Maria's chest, causing her blood to run like a crimson river from her body onto the blade. All life began to abandon her eyes as the sword was removed and brought to the figure's side. Drake looked on in horror having followed the man in black. "Maria..." Drake tried to hold back the tears but they fell like raindrops down his face. Sadness soon turned to anger as he charged towards the man in black. With a raised fist, Drake jumped from the bus towards the black figure. Regardless if this was Jack, Drake wanted to kill him for taking Maria's life. The man in white witnessed this and ran towards the black figure with an almost inhuman speed, determined to prevent any more deaths. Edited by Untaken, Sep 27 2010, 11:37 PM.
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| Untaken | Oct 1 2010, 10:35 PM Post #5 |
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Chapter 4 The man dressed in white collided with Drake, knocking him off course. "You stupid kid! Are you trying to get yourself killed? Don't you kn... Of course not. This has never happened like this before. Look, go. Before you get hurt. You don't know how dangerous this guy is." The black figure raised his sword, ready to end the life of the white clothed man. Almost instinctively, the man turned and a stream of lighting launched itself from his hands towards his opponent, sending the black figure flying. "This is going to be fun to explain. Mask, your fight is with me, not anyone else here. Focus on me, I'll be able to fight back. That's what you want, right?" "I've been fighting you and that stupid group you're part of. I only came here to finish something from five years ago." Something about this struck Drake as odd. This figure would be as tall as Jack would be and five years would be right when Drake saw him last. Jack disappeared without a trace and now a mysterious person appears claiming he wants to end something from five years ago. "Mask, you know we can't allow that. We can't allow you to exist." "I thought that after all these years that you would know I like being called by my name. Go on, say it. Say... Jack." "Mask, you've killed him and you know it. In any case, you know my mission. Prepare to be destroyed." The two figures lept at each other, weapons of choice ready. The white figure, well versed in the arcane arts and the black figure, advocating bladed weapons, clashed in midair and traded blows. Drake remained rooted to where he stood, watching and despising who he tried not to think of as Jack. The white figure's hoodie and shirt were no longer pure white as his blood adorned Jack's clothing and his own. Jack landed upright and on his feet, ready to go another round whilst the white clad man knelt, bleeding and wounded. "Now, Arcana, how would you like to die? By my blade or by my hands. Either way, it's only going to be one less person in my way. A lot less than what I want but it's a compromise." Jack prepared for a thrusting stab, offering a choice only out of his own twisted sense of humour. The Arcana began muttering a few words as a blue light started to surround him. "No. You're not doing that. I've had enough of that cheap trick. Enough of you Arcana have pulled that on me." Jack launched the attack as the Arcana began to warp away, taking Drake with him. "Sorry, but I have no choice. You've seen...too much..." "Whoa, what!? I want to stay here. Believe me, I'm going to kill him for what he's done." The blow fell short as Jack was left standing in the street. "Again, they pulled the same, stupid, cheap trick. Cheap, stupid, end it, annoying." Jack disappeared, leaving behind a midnight black glow in his wake. The people who witnessed this clash would have to try and rationlise this, straying farther from the truth. |
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| Untaken | Oct 12 2010, 08:55 PM Post #6 |
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Chapter 5 A blue light appeared in a grand hall. Pillars stood tall and stained glass windows glistened intensely as sunlight shone through them, giving life to them as colours danced from their panes. Carved figurines decorated the walls and a few rows of benches populated the floor. Mysterious markings lay on the floor like a magical blanket, arranged in a circle with a single circle of floor left clear. A hooded man in white stood in front of the light, almost expecting this phenomena to appear and spoke with an almost ancient voice filled with benevolence but also experience. "Ah, you've returned. I take it your trip was successful?" "Sadly...It wasn't. I managed to...prevent a total masacre. Managed to pick up someone else as well." Drake, furious over the death of a close friend and confused about the fate of his former best friend, couldn't take anymore enigmas. "Look, I don't know who you are but take me back. I'll kill him, I'll make him pay. I'll make him pay for what he did!" "Please, calm down. Nathaniel, have you told him who, or rather, what done this?" "Jacob, you know that anyone outside of the Arcana need not know about the mask. You yourself set that rule." "Nathaniel, I see a potential in this boy that I have not seen for a very long time. Except, his judgement is clouded right now. If this boy has appeared with you then he is already too deep in this matter to leave it and be relatively unscathed." "Sorry, but what the hell are you talking about? First that guy wearing a mask and now the two of you talking about me like I'm invisible. I don't care whatever it is you do, okay? All I want to do is kill him for killing a dear friend of mine." Jacob could understand what Drake's intentions were and the emotions driving him and swayed his decision. "Tell me, what is your name?" "Drake, why?" "Drake, I believe we owe you an explanation. And please, listen to our explanation before judging us. If there was an alternative way of solving this problem, we would have pursued it first and foremost over our current actions." "A long time ago, almost aeons, a single mask had existed. For what purpose it was created for, nobody knows. This mask could bestow upon it's wearer increased agility, greater reflexes and a heightened senses. The single flaw with this mask is, if the wearer dies, his spirit is kept inside the mask forever more until another wearer places the mask onto his face." "This builds up more and more as the line of wearers grows. Each attribute of the previous wearer is added to the next and the mask becomes more and more self aware. We, the Arcana, have been battling the mask for centuries. Using part of the magic used to forge the mask, we have been able to combat the wearer of the mask almost equally. The current wearer is a dangerous foe to us. The previous wearer was not of sound mind and this has been passed onto the current wearer." All of what Jacob had said would make no sense to anyone else but Drake understood this as his own anger towards Jack had now been focussed on Jacob. "So you've been fighting this mask for centuries but you couldn't prevent the death of someone I happened to have cared about!? What's the point, hm? You couldn't stop him from killing anyone!" "Look, calm it. Jacob's older than anyone could care to guess and even if you aren't an Arcana, show him respect." "Nathaniel, please. The reason the Arcana exist is to try and prevent things like this from occuring. I can see you wish to exact your revenge upon the mask and I have a proposition if you wish to consider it." This grabbed Drake's attention. What was the proposition? Would it help Drake get his revenge? "Become a member of the Arcana. We can train you in numerous fighting styles and train you in the use of various weapons. The Arcana seek an end to the mask, something you must want as well." "Become... a member..." "We can help if you allow us to help you. At the very least, please consider this." Drake's desire for revenge overwhelmed all trace of logic. If Jacob can help him avenge the death of Maria then any other consequence would not matter. "I will. I'll consider this but only for Maria." "Thank you. Nathaniel, visit our healer and then ask for a room to be prepared." "Of course, Jacob." Edited by Untaken, Oct 12 2010, 08:59 PM.
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