Post by Facilier/Rameses/Azula/Iago/Al on Dec 6, 2011 15:06:05 GMT -5
It was all part of a plan, right? The Neverlanders rounded up their little mob, the Mainlanders did the same. Hexxus went forward with his minions, Rameses would be crushed, Sinbad taken along with it, and the rest would be free to resume with their ordinary lives, right?
I figured out way to late that things never went according to plan.
Should have known Hexxus didn´t like me that much. I mean, I just tried to take his power several times, rule Neverland above him, rejected his power, made a fool out of him once or twice. No big deal, right?
How self-absorbed spirits can be...
Anyway, it was interesting seeing how all this seemed to make sense. All I had to do was...well...what I was best at: Causing chaos. Lovely, glorious, enciting and above all, inviting chaos.
It was easy getting past the guards in Eruyt. Say all you want about safety rules, but they always seem to forget that hidden passageways are meant to be found. It´s the most obvious detail, be it in literature, History, movies and uh, I don´t know, real life!
I really need to stop getting distracted with minor details. Story telling sucks when the story teller...well...sucks.
Are you guys still following me? I really don´t care, anyway.
As I was saying, I got out of the tunnels and eventually made my way into the throne room. You´d be amazed at how good old Ramy actually hid the entrance to his "Lazarus Pit". It was hard finding it, but eventually, my lovely friends found the little fail in the king´s plan, assuring that I would walk right into his most precious secret.
You all know where this is going right? We fight, we dance, we do some fireworks, and before we know it, the Pit is gone, completely swallowed by the crimson flames of Hexxus´ rage. It´s funny looking at things this way. Thrax would be so pissed if he saw my barbeques make his look like child´s play.
From then on, I really had no purpose in this little invasion anymore.
I went out there and did my thing. Funny how after so many hears of smirking at the sound of screams, that special music drives you apathetic. This was no fun at all. Something was missing and completely spoiling all the fun.
The gipsies were there for some reason. Can´t quite understand why. I guess it´s because that little body change thingy Mok did with Naveen. Nothing important really.
Then it hit me. He wasn´t here. Maybe the disease had taken its tone on him and made him miss this final showdown?
Well that´s bullshit.
Why. out of all times did the bastard have to die now?! This ain´t a god darned battle if there is no rival to fight it with!
Maybe it was the confusion that made my guard slip. Maybe it was the rage that really made me vulnerable. Or I simply didn´t seem to bother with anything anymore.
The bullets went through my back as quick as one fell asleep.
I could feel my eyes widen as the metal ripped through muscles, tissue and bones. After all this time, I actually thought blood didn´t run through my veins anymore. That´d kind of make me a living being. A creature with a soul. I thought I had lost mine long ago.
I don´t hear the noise that is coming out of my lips, but I know that I am screaming, my body burning on the inside as it is torn to pieces. I can actually feel blood mixing with oxygen in my lungs. Funny how I think about it even thought I´m scared shitless.
Peeking over my shoulder I see Mok grinning widely at me, Hexxus by his side. So that was the plan...well, he can shove his favouritism where the sun doesn´t shine.
My body dropped from the mountain I was standing, gravity showing no mercy on me as it hurled me faster and faster towards the mercyless stone ground below me. Well, I always wanted to die crushed, so it´s ok, I guess.
I closed my eyes and waited for the final crushing blow against the ground. It didn´t come. My life is so full of clichés...
I opened my eyes and couldn´t help but smile at who was holding me.
"Yo, Clo Clo, you´re late, dude." I chuckled, even though the simple act of breathing killed me on the inside. "Perfect timing on the catch though."
The stupid bastard actually came for me. Is it gay that I feel so happy for it?
I even hoped that he dropped me or something, making some witty remark. I know I would. And yet again, he didn´t. That was...incredibly nice of him. I´d hate to be on the ground now. Dying in the desert sucks.
He just stared at me with those lively and yet sick eyes of him, his crazyness never actually leaving them. I always liked that about him.
"Stupid asshole, I wanted to kill you first. Have you got no shame or anything like that?" he asks me with his tone of voice raising, as if he was a father yelling at his small son for breaking something important, but at the same time, I can see he´s fighting to hide something in him.
I just shrugged at him and smirked, showing him by broken teeth stained red by my cut lips.
He cringed, sticking his tongue out as if he was about to puke and both of us couldn´t help but laugh at the sheer irony of the situation.
We were supposed to hate each other. He was supposed to hate me. I was the one who beat his daughter and current girlfriend to near death and almost abused his ex. I was also the crazy bastard that chased after his and myown people for the simple sake of hurting them.
We danced alot of times. I almost killed him some times, he almost killed me other times, and yet we could never deliver the finishing blow. I guessed it was what happened when an unstoppable force met an imovable object.
It seems that in hatred, we grew on to like each other.
It really is a funny world we live in.
"Say...ain´t you droppin´ me down, Clo?" I raised an eyebrow at him, feeling my heart beat faster, struggling to keep me alive. It would fail though...Hexxus was through with me. The small beings that had given me power for so many years were now eating me on the inside...simbiotic relationships never turn out well, now do they?
He shrugged and slapped me hard with his right hand before holding me again.
"I said I´d bury you, you stupid fuck-bucket." he shrugged at me and tilted his head to the sides, his wide smile slowly vanishing. "It sucks that it´ll end like this, huh?"
I actually never expected to hear this from him. Out of anything, I´d think he´d stay quiet. The bastard could lie all he wanted but he actually liked me. He really liked me. That just made this little party all the more worthwile. Shame that it had to end so soon.
"Yupe...life´s a bitch, then you die. Can´t really do anything about it, huh?" I shrug and cough up some blood, and I can swear I can see something shine in the corner of his eye. He can´t possibly be doing this.
He blinks, though he really isn´t surprised when I slap him back.
"Bitch, don´t do this to me. You aren´t gonna go all gay on my death, are you?" I cringed a bit at the word "death". I didn´t want to die...I wanted this fight to go on. But on the other hand...I actually think this is how it should end. This one is perfect. Because I am dying near someone I really care for. I am dying in the arms of the bastard who swore to kill me but now will never get the chance...poetic, right?
He stare blanky at one another for a few seconds that quickly turn into years in our minds. It´s funny how life flashes through our eyes as we prepare to die. What´s even funnier is that I see it through his eyes. The eyes of my enemy. The eyes of my rival. The eyes of my scourge. The eyes of my shadow. The eyes of my friend. The eyes of my brother. The eyes of a loved one.
"Hey, Witch Doctor?" he chose to break the silence. I thank him for that. More than he´ll ever know.
"Yeah?" I ask him with my voice fading and light leaving my purple eyes of insanity. Insanity that made me meet this equally crazy bastard. Cheers to it.
"You´re an asshole." he says blankly, closing his eyes shut. And I find my own eyes watering now. I am crying. Why?
I smile faintly at him as I feel the warm liquid pour down my cheeks. "Yeah...you´re a pretty messed up fucker too..."
No one will ever understand how I feel. And I think I don´t want to read his mind to see what he feels. His words meant more than that. He meant more than that.
And like that I feel the air stop running through my lungs. I open my eyes one last time, seeing everything go blurry. I die seeing his face.
I die smiling.
Thank you, Clopin.
I figured out way to late that things never went according to plan.
Should have known Hexxus didn´t like me that much. I mean, I just tried to take his power several times, rule Neverland above him, rejected his power, made a fool out of him once or twice. No big deal, right?
How self-absorbed spirits can be...
Anyway, it was interesting seeing how all this seemed to make sense. All I had to do was...well...what I was best at: Causing chaos. Lovely, glorious, enciting and above all, inviting chaos.
It was easy getting past the guards in Eruyt. Say all you want about safety rules, but they always seem to forget that hidden passageways are meant to be found. It´s the most obvious detail, be it in literature, History, movies and uh, I don´t know, real life!
I really need to stop getting distracted with minor details. Story telling sucks when the story teller...well...sucks.
Are you guys still following me? I really don´t care, anyway.
As I was saying, I got out of the tunnels and eventually made my way into the throne room. You´d be amazed at how good old Ramy actually hid the entrance to his "Lazarus Pit". It was hard finding it, but eventually, my lovely friends found the little fail in the king´s plan, assuring that I would walk right into his most precious secret.
You all know where this is going right? We fight, we dance, we do some fireworks, and before we know it, the Pit is gone, completely swallowed by the crimson flames of Hexxus´ rage. It´s funny looking at things this way. Thrax would be so pissed if he saw my barbeques make his look like child´s play.
From then on, I really had no purpose in this little invasion anymore.
I went out there and did my thing. Funny how after so many hears of smirking at the sound of screams, that special music drives you apathetic. This was no fun at all. Something was missing and completely spoiling all the fun.
The gipsies were there for some reason. Can´t quite understand why. I guess it´s because that little body change thingy Mok did with Naveen. Nothing important really.
Then it hit me. He wasn´t here. Maybe the disease had taken its tone on him and made him miss this final showdown?
Well that´s bullshit.
Why. out of all times did the bastard have to die now?! This ain´t a god darned battle if there is no rival to fight it with!
Maybe it was the confusion that made my guard slip. Maybe it was the rage that really made me vulnerable. Or I simply didn´t seem to bother with anything anymore.
The bullets went through my back as quick as one fell asleep.
I could feel my eyes widen as the metal ripped through muscles, tissue and bones. After all this time, I actually thought blood didn´t run through my veins anymore. That´d kind of make me a living being. A creature with a soul. I thought I had lost mine long ago.
I don´t hear the noise that is coming out of my lips, but I know that I am screaming, my body burning on the inside as it is torn to pieces. I can actually feel blood mixing with oxygen in my lungs. Funny how I think about it even thought I´m scared shitless.
Peeking over my shoulder I see Mok grinning widely at me, Hexxus by his side. So that was the plan...well, he can shove his favouritism where the sun doesn´t shine.
My body dropped from the mountain I was standing, gravity showing no mercy on me as it hurled me faster and faster towards the mercyless stone ground below me. Well, I always wanted to die crushed, so it´s ok, I guess.
I closed my eyes and waited for the final crushing blow against the ground. It didn´t come. My life is so full of clichés...
I opened my eyes and couldn´t help but smile at who was holding me.
"Yo, Clo Clo, you´re late, dude." I chuckled, even though the simple act of breathing killed me on the inside. "Perfect timing on the catch though."
The stupid bastard actually came for me. Is it gay that I feel so happy for it?
I even hoped that he dropped me or something, making some witty remark. I know I would. And yet again, he didn´t. That was...incredibly nice of him. I´d hate to be on the ground now. Dying in the desert sucks.
He just stared at me with those lively and yet sick eyes of him, his crazyness never actually leaving them. I always liked that about him.
"Stupid asshole, I wanted to kill you first. Have you got no shame or anything like that?" he asks me with his tone of voice raising, as if he was a father yelling at his small son for breaking something important, but at the same time, I can see he´s fighting to hide something in him.
I just shrugged at him and smirked, showing him by broken teeth stained red by my cut lips.
He cringed, sticking his tongue out as if he was about to puke and both of us couldn´t help but laugh at the sheer irony of the situation.
We were supposed to hate each other. He was supposed to hate me. I was the one who beat his daughter and current girlfriend to near death and almost abused his ex. I was also the crazy bastard that chased after his and myown people for the simple sake of hurting them.
We danced alot of times. I almost killed him some times, he almost killed me other times, and yet we could never deliver the finishing blow. I guessed it was what happened when an unstoppable force met an imovable object.
It seems that in hatred, we grew on to like each other.
It really is a funny world we live in.
"Say...ain´t you droppin´ me down, Clo?" I raised an eyebrow at him, feeling my heart beat faster, struggling to keep me alive. It would fail though...Hexxus was through with me. The small beings that had given me power for so many years were now eating me on the inside...simbiotic relationships never turn out well, now do they?
He shrugged and slapped me hard with his right hand before holding me again.
"I said I´d bury you, you stupid fuck-bucket." he shrugged at me and tilted his head to the sides, his wide smile slowly vanishing. "It sucks that it´ll end like this, huh?"
I actually never expected to hear this from him. Out of anything, I´d think he´d stay quiet. The bastard could lie all he wanted but he actually liked me. He really liked me. That just made this little party all the more worthwile. Shame that it had to end so soon.
"Yupe...life´s a bitch, then you die. Can´t really do anything about it, huh?" I shrug and cough up some blood, and I can swear I can see something shine in the corner of his eye. He can´t possibly be doing this.
He blinks, though he really isn´t surprised when I slap him back.
"Bitch, don´t do this to me. You aren´t gonna go all gay on my death, are you?" I cringed a bit at the word "death". I didn´t want to die...I wanted this fight to go on. But on the other hand...I actually think this is how it should end. This one is perfect. Because I am dying near someone I really care for. I am dying in the arms of the bastard who swore to kill me but now will never get the chance...poetic, right?
He stare blanky at one another for a few seconds that quickly turn into years in our minds. It´s funny how life flashes through our eyes as we prepare to die. What´s even funnier is that I see it through his eyes. The eyes of my enemy. The eyes of my rival. The eyes of my scourge. The eyes of my shadow. The eyes of my friend. The eyes of my brother. The eyes of a loved one.
"Hey, Witch Doctor?" he chose to break the silence. I thank him for that. More than he´ll ever know.
"Yeah?" I ask him with my voice fading and light leaving my purple eyes of insanity. Insanity that made me meet this equally crazy bastard. Cheers to it.
"You´re an asshole." he says blankly, closing his eyes shut. And I find my own eyes watering now. I am crying. Why?
I smile faintly at him as I feel the warm liquid pour down my cheeks. "Yeah...you´re a pretty messed up fucker too..."
No one will ever understand how I feel. And I think I don´t want to read his mind to see what he feels. His words meant more than that. He meant more than that.
And like that I feel the air stop running through my lungs. I open my eyes one last time, seeing everything go blurry. I die seeing his face.
I die smiling.
Thank you, Clopin.
