Nobody Is Fearless Fear is an emotion that we cannot control and that we will never be able to fully control. It is something that we cannot escape and, more often than not, it is something that cannot even be fought without the proper bravery needed to do so. It can take many forms, going as far as being memories from long ago to visions of a distant future, but it will always be there to keep watch over us... for even the bravest cannot resist its power.
For this Event, you will be asked to write a short story of a minimum of 4 paragraphs where your character is confronted with their greatest, most brutal fear. Said fear can go from painful memories that the characters do not wish to confront again, ideas that they beg to avoid at all cost, situations that they hope they will never be in, etc...
You will be allowed to write a story for all of your characters. Once a story is posted, the character in it will be given a reward of 8 DP and 8,000,000 .
Have fun! ^^
PS: Given the low participation, this Event's end date has been moved to January 8th 2017. This will not keep other Events from being created for December.
Gauren stood amidst his crew of one thousand Skypieans, glaring at his first child, Kai. Infuriated he was chained to a wooden wheel that spun around, he struggled to escape from the chains. After awhile, it was pointless, and he stopped, keeping his head down. "Was it worth the struggle son," Gauren said, rubbing his rough chin.
Instantly Kai's head rose up, his eyes engulfed in flames. "Don't fucking call me your son, you bastard!" Gauren widened his eyes, manically smiling. "It seems you've been corrupted like the average human," Gauren laughed, his crew copying him. "Release him, he's more useless than the minks," he ordered.
The wooden wheel came to a halt. Once it stopped, the operator of the machine walked up to Kai and removed the chains, Kai falling to the floor. "Give him his sword too," Gauren commanded, smiling. Another man approached him, this time returning his sword which was confiscated for safety reasons.
Once he was done massaging his wrist, he retrieved the sword, and unconcealed it from the leather scabbard, the metal sharp. He wasted no time, his hands clasped onto the sword as he sprinted at the Yonkou known as Gauren. Gauren menacingly laughed, his right eye twitched. "You cannot defeat me!"
Kai then stopped, dropping his sword, the tip hitting the wooden floor. He stood motionless, his tattered clothes swayed with the breeze of the ocean. Gauren's crew began laughing. "Too easy, he can't handle our captain," a voice commented.
How did he move that fast?
Kai tried to grab his heart, but there was nothing to grab. There was a massive hole in his upper chest, his heart and bones gone. "Now die like your mother," Gauren laughed, Kai falling to his knees. I...was...too weak, Kai thought, his last words before he fell on the cold wooden deck, dead.
Swiftly Kai arose from his hammock causing the hammock to flip. Hitting the floor, he laid there, enraged. He aggressively grind his teeth. It was a dream, he thought, rubbing his eyes. Either way, he continued thinking, arising from the floor, cuts on his forearms.
Dripping echoed through her mind, all she could see around her was a sea that escaped the light. It was cold, unyielding, and shook her to the very core of her being. Inoko wasn't able to see a way out of it for the first time in her life and it filled her with dread. She thought of the others, Cheryl and her tendencies to get mad at Inoko and beat some sense into her whether it be through a glare or actual beatings. The food she made everyone, the fun she had occasionally flirting with her and pushing her buttons. She remembered how they met in that restaurant Cheryl worked at in the bathroom after the Cyborg Marine Megan had knocked her out to get in on a case but because Inoko was sneaking her out to bring her somewhere safe they were chased. She remembered back in Loguetown when they fought the Domazons, locked up naked in steel cages where they met Genie...Next she moved onto Genevieve, the one who made them sweets and loved a party almost as much as she did. She made Inoko laugh a lot and quickly became quick friends with both Cheryl and Hayato as well. Hayato was a weird case for their meeting, she wasn't actually sure where he joined up. He was just as fun as Genie and a bit of a perv but meant well, helping her out when they were fighting alongside Yugure. That classy lass, she didn't have too many memories of Yugure but aside from the mind controlling it had been a fun time too.
Next she flashed back to Sophia and the silly shy moe blob's encounter with her. They'd just happened to meet up when they were on Mirrorball, Inoko's hometown, and she'd brought the girl along to her mom's bar. The lass had been squirming all night as Inoko flirted with one person to the next, even landing a kiss on a tall spoopster with a similar goal to her own, Mira. Though that flirting led to her almost being iced by her mom, Volya who'd managed to comfort her original guest more than Inoko did. She still couldn't believe Volya actually agreed to come along with them as their blacksmith even if she needed some time to go and prepare for the voyage, tying up loose ends. Then there was Mare, she'd beaten the fishwoman up far before she met any of the others just after a heist in a mansion with a thief named Ivan. It was over something stupid too, a pillow, but somehow after an extended hand and situational changes, Mare'd joined up too and they'd made pretty good friends.
It really was too bad that was all over now though, Inoko had no chance of escape from it. She'd been far too reckless, maybe if she'd thought ahead it wouldn't have had to been this way. She could have run but she was too stubborn, she could have fought back and hell if she didn't try, but she was far too weak now. Now it was too late to run, too late for her to fight back. She fought and she risked it all, and in doing so she'd lost everything. It was already over, nobody was going to be able to come and save her from this. All her goals and aspirations meant nothing anymore, there was no more Queen of the Pirates for her, there was no warlord of the sea, no emperor. She'd really fucked up and drove them all away and they left her, abandoned like her hope.
It continuously grew darker, her body was now as numb as her heart had become in the face of this beast. She was in it's maw and the final bite was about to be taken. And in all honesty, while she didn't want to accept it, somewhere she knew that she'd have to, it wasn't like she could get a sudden rush of adrenaline as she had in the past and stop it. It wasn't a matter of strength, speed, or endurance. It all meant nothing here, she couldn't fight basic fact. There was nothing she could do for one very simple reason, it was almost laughable how simplistic it was. There was nothing she could do now because the beast she faced was that she was without friends or family left. She was alone and it was going to eat at her for the rest of her miserable life.
Reihe
There wasn't a voice around, not a chirp from a bird, no bustling of vehicles, it was absolute silence. Well that wasn't entirely accurate, Reihe could hear herself breathing rather rapidly as she threw herself into a panic. Her thoughts raced too fast for her to even comprehend fully and she began scratching up her arms that were held tightly at her sides. She tucked her head into her knees and began moving back and forth slowly as she shook. Her arms were bleeding from all the scratches as she'd ripped past her skin in her attempts to stop herself from breaking down and falling apart. But honestly in the end, it didn't help. "Why.....they always do.......why do they always leave, why am I always left alone......What did I do to deserve this?! Did I do something wrong? Is it me?!" She flopped over onto her side and began to shake.
Now replacing the silence were the mournful sobs that echoed throughout her room. Time and time again she'd been teamed up with different cipher pol crews, cipher pol five with Bosco and Effie, she'd lost her crew other than Rowley and the Lieutenant who she was sure would hate her if they ever find out what happened. Lucy was a fun time when she was around, they'd even had a brief stint back on mafioso when she got her devil fruit. And then there was Nino and Aurea who she barely knew and disappeared. She started to think about that day in Hibernia where she'd been working to capture the Loach members. She was still riddled with guilt over killing the two remaining members on the ship, though one was a necessary sacrifice to ensure her own survival and the other to prevent her from ending up in impel down for the murder of marine officers.
Her body went limp as she continued to dwell on these things, she really didn't have the energy to put any more of a fight up against the sorrow she was feeling and just let the tears flow. She just laid on her bed, mostly still with the occasional tremble, she was in the middle of the sea, alone again. The sound of the waves crashing against the ship were overwhelming her senses and when ever a loud one hit, she whimpered. Suddenly in the middle of her weeping a couple days in, she heard a voice call to her. "Reihe, stop your incessant crying, you aren't alone." She flipped out, rolling off her bed face first into the floor. She'd transformed into her half hellcat form and hopped to her feet when she started looking around to see nothing. "I'm not out there numskull, I'm in here." She pondered what the hell the voice meant by that and then she sunk to the floor again. "You mean in my head, don't you."
"What you got a problem with that? It's your dumb ass who's been spending the last two or so days crying because she was all alone." Reihe was feeling pretty insulted by now but was about willing to talk to anyone if only to escape the loneliness. "Sorry....you're right, it's my fault too. So, who are you?" She inquired as she spent literally no time before getting a response. "Ever heard of a tulpa?""No...""Yes you have, you just forgot, moron. A tulpa is a being manifested by one's thoughts in desire of that being to exist. Pretty much, you wanted someone to talk to, you got someone to talk to. But you're ass is too thick to have thought me up a body to be created into so I'm just stuck here in your tiny brain.""You know, you're being kinda mean, you mind beinga little nicer to me?""Pffft, why the fuck should I? It's just me saying what you think about yourself."".....Right."
Payasso
Payasso was swimming in the Shark Kingdom that she called her home when it happened. She was underwater when she felt something slimy touch her ankle, a shiver going up her back she looked down to find a tentacle wrapped around. She started violently kicking in her surprise until she noticed what it was, it was a blue squared octopus, a rather poisonous species that secreted it out of the skin and she'd just started brutalizing it. It began furiously wrapping itself around her and crawled up her body, pocking her skin with it's suction cups. That is until she rammed her hand through the poor creature's head and began desperately getting back to land and calling out for help. She dropped to the ground and was then carried off to the hospital by a nearby pair of guys who'd just been around at the time.
Her body was going numb, now unable to feel them carrying her and she could barely see a thing as they moved. Just a series of blurred colours flashing by until she noticed a tingling in her fingers, it was almost like she was gaining feeling back into them. But that tingling turned into burning and she would have told someone if she wasn't unable to speak currently. The poison was working fast on her body and if she wasn't treated soon she wasn't sure if she was going to make it from how it felt. As they neared the hospital she passed out of consciousness and it all went dark. She was cold and afraid but the dreams started coming in waves of colours, blue squares surrounded her in her mind. Soon enough the squares were surrounded with a shade of yellow and a giant octopus was revealed as she just stood there shuddering as she couldn't think of a way to escape.
She was devoured by the octopus to only feel the wetness of the ocean hitting her skin again but instead of it being cool all she could feel was burning. Hundreds of the octopi began rising out of the water, their tentacles just waving about vigorously with a whistling sound unable to escape her ears. She had no idea what it was but it was just stressing her out even more and as she covered her ears she was bombarded with the cephalopods which were all wrapping their nasty tentacles all around her body until from the outside she wouldn't even have been able to be seen. She was nipped at by their beaks and as she struggled, ink just covered her and got in her eyes. She wasn't able to see, she was in great pain and she just wanted it to all end. And thankfully, suddenly it did, her pain vanished as well as did her dream because she was finally waking up.
"How are you feeling, Miss? Do you feel any pain or tenderness?" The doctor asked as she rubbed her eyes. Finally opening them she was greeted with a large burst of sunlight shrouded by his silhouette. "I......I guess I'm fine, where am I again?" She asked, still majorly disoriented from the whole experience. "Those two brought you here after you were attacked by an octopus and poisoned. If you hadn't gotten here so quick, you may still be under or worse. I'd thank them when they wake if I were you." The doctor left with some charts in hand and Payasso looked over at the two men who'd dragged her ass here with a smile. She wasn't sure if she wanted to thank them but she was thankful nonetheless. She just wanted to lay around there for a while as she recuperated her energy from the nightmarish experience and looked up to the ceiling.
Yuutsu
"Haha, fuck your shit, nobody is writing a thing about me, but me. You want me to write a little story about me being afraid? Sure, not sure how genuine it'll be but hey, it's fiction. Let me paint you a picture. The sun creeps out over the horizon and the sky is shining a purple and pinky colour, birds begin to tweet and hokey ass music begins to play because you know, that shit always happens in the movies. Early risers wake up with a smile and make themselves breakfast and coffee. Now we're gonna cut to me, in a beautiful green park, chained to the ground with a metal plate over my mouth. I was all bound up for my "crimes" as they call them against the "world" forced for as long as I live to watch the sun rise on a finally peaceful world. Frankly, it's a concept that actually gives me goosebumps, just abhorrent. A family of ducks waddle past me as I try to ease my own suffering by putting them out of their, well, not misery I guess. Unfortunately, my bound ass body is covered in seastone chains and wrapped up real tight so none of my weapons can be used.
As the day goes on children's laughing starts filling my ears, ringing like a fucking pair of symbols smashing together on my metal skull. As you could expect, families with their stupid kids start flooding around seeing as I'm in a public park suffering the worst humiliation and torture at the government's disposal, happy families and laughing human termites. A couple begin tugging on my hair and face, it was absolutely horrid, I literally rather would have died but they kept bringing me iv's to give me nutrition and keep me alive. Long story short, that is a pretty shit life to lead. I hope that I'll never have to actually go through that. Yeah, of course I didn't get caught and chained down. I'm far too great to be captured by those buffoons in the stupid world government.
Each and every member of that trash organization including the marines is essentially just a dumb pawn to be manipulated. I've not met one that didn't fit that description, so I'm pretty sure it's true at this point, but hey, I could be surprised eventually. Wouldn't that be interesting? So if you're reading this and are controlling some silly little marine, show me they aren't just sheeple, you hear me you eldritch sons of bitches?! Let the world open its eyes to the truth and learn the ultimate despair of the world. It's time to let the tragedy of the marine's lies to seep into our lives. Join us or seek the truth yourself and make your own decisions. Preferably the latter even but if you choose the former, the Zetsubo-co. are open for accepting new meat.
So uh, while I have you on the phone let me ask, how have you been lately? You guys doing alright? Keeping healthy? Have you brushed your teeth? Have you been eating right? How about showered or done your daily chores? Did you wake up before noon? Are you getting enough sleep? Sleeping too much? Do you feel like you're moving slower than usual? Does it hurt? Do you finally realize they were right? They were right, you told them they were being mean but they were just telling the truth and you know it. I hope you enjoy thinking about it whenever you have downtime. Now that I've said that, good night sweethearts, have some nightmares, let your mind go wild~<3"
The brutal smell of gunpowder hung in the air, the sound of bullets puncturing the silence of the battlefield like a flock of birds in mating season. Around him blood lay seeping into the cold hard ground. What had once been a tropical paradise, a city, a home for many, was dying. He had destroyed it, the marines had forsaken it in their ever constant pursuit of justice. The story of how it had came to be was easy to tell...it was one that was retold so many times...the tale of betrayal.
Power was the reason things were fought for, the need for power and the finite materials within this world. Ever since he had gained his ice powers the marine called Nezuel had been untouchable...until a World Noble had decided he wanted to turn to ice. It had taken less than an hour for the respected, loyal, marine to be labeled a traitor. For those marines serving under him to either turn their backs on him or point their guns and brandish their sword. It hadn't been a fight, it had been a massacre.
Even those he trusted most, those closest to him, hadn't hesitated. He had cried, of course, on of his few moments of weakness. They had been the last to fall, as he knew they would. Those he had fought along side, learning and growing in their ways. He had attracted the strong to himself...and now they were cut down. He cried not tears of ice and cold...but of warmth and salt...mixing with the blood of Megan and Velvet as the mixed among the blood of others.
It was the fear of betrayal, of corruption within the marines. The laws of the world made low by a single random whim of a tyrant in a far off land. Injustice brought about by justice in the name of justice. Undeniably he would never turn himself in, he would fight to end this ceaseless violence even if that meant losing himself. If the marines and the world would betray him as he had always feared....then it was only true justice to betray them in turn.
Jack was always a brave mink soldier. Even from birth, he seemed ready to leap from his mother’s arms and go right into danger. However, the poor mink always had one fear. It was something he could never forget. He was raised to worship these things. If he forever went without them, surely, his whole existence would mean nothing.
The man needed to have his carrots. It was why he always had a barrel of carrots stored in his room on his division’s ship. However, today was not kind to him. He went to open his barrel of carrots to take out one to chew on when he found that it was empty. His mind ran blank for a second. He was sure that he picked some up the last time they stopped on an island. How long has it been? Did he really eat all of his carrots?
Jack began to sweat profusely at the mere thought of no carrots. His teeth began to chatter, growing nervous. He needed his carrots. They were like drugs to him. They were what kept him sane. He knew he had some. There had to be some. Maybe, there were some carrots in the kitchen. There had to be! There is always some sort of vegetable in the kitchen. The chef always kept the kitchen stocked with vegetables. He ran fast from his room to the kitchen a floor above him.
The chef was simply cooking today’s lunch when Jack came bursting in like a rabbit with rabies. He might have even been foaming at the mouth. It was too much of a blur for the poor chef. Jack came running to the refrigerator door, opening it wildly. He started to dig through the refrigerator as he threw useless food out into the dining room. He didn’t need milk, or butter, or leftovers. He needed to find his god damn carrots.
“Where are they? Where are they?! WHERE ARE THEY?!?!” He yelled.
“Jack, Jack, JACKY BOY!” The chef yelled.
Jack stopped what he was doing immediately and turned to the chef.
“What are you looking for?” The chef asked.
“C-C- Carrots… M-My Ca-Carrots…” Jack said disturbed.
The chef gave the poor mink a disappointed look, shaking his head. He pointed over to the barrel in the corner of the kitchen.
“Christ, Rabbits! I borrowed your carrots to make today’s lunch. Ya didn’t have to go apeshit in my kitchen! They are right over there!” He yelled.
Jack followed the chef’s finger to the corner. He rapidly ran to the barrel, opening the lid and going mad in the barrel. He started to munch and chew on every carrot he could get his hands on. He wouldn’t even try to grab them as he would push his face into them and just start biting into them. However, his face was no longer in a mad furious state. He smiled happily. He was at peace.
Meanwhile, the chef would shake his head furiously and disappointedly at Jack who would eat his carrots happily and maniacally.
Beckwell stood at the defense bench. He could barely hear his own thoughts over the roaring of the people packed like sardines in the gallery. Despite having longer than usual to prepare, Beckwell could still not believe that he of all people was the defense attorney on this case. This trial would easily be the biggest one in twenty five years. After all, it was the first time since back then that anyone was being tried for a war crime. Usually for a case this big, plenty of attorneys would have offered their aid. Unfortunately, because of the circumstances of his hiring, his fellow defense attorneys were leaving him to rot. The defendant had chosen Beckwell to represent him because he was a fellow member of the Longarm Tribe. Credentials out the door, the lawyer of a one-man firm was taking the hottest case of the century because he had the same genetic mutation as the other guy.
Saiban Center was packed today. Ticket prices had quadrupled from their usual fee, and on his way in this morning he saw that people were actually fighting to get their way into just the outer front doors of the courthouse. The roaring of the courtroom would come to a halt when the most popular man on the island – The Judge himself – slammed his gavel. "All rise. Court is now in session." Going from bustling sounds to dead silence left Beckwell's ears ringing.
"The defendant – a name I refuse to even speak – is wanted for various war crimes directly against the World Government itself. The charges today are for:
Explicitly declaring war against the World Government, Murdering and executing Marine officers, including those who had previously surrended, The burning and pillaging of several Marine bases and islands with a majority Marine population, Holding hostage unarmed civilians and using them as shields, And last but not least, conspiracy to murder the Gorousei."
The room still rung silent, but The Judge continued. "Defense, your opening statement, please."
Beckwell cleared his throat and stood up straight and tall as a large floodlight hit him. The eyes of this entire island – and possibly the outside world – were on him in this moment. "Your Honor, I--" The Judge's strong but exasperated voice rang out before he could finish his statement. "Mister Beckwell! This is unnacceptable! You may not come into my courtroom without proper attire!" Beckwell raised an eyebrow and went to adjust his tie. It wasn't there. He looked down in surprise; all of his clothes were missing. He was completely naked.
"W-whuh?! How did...?!"
"I will not stand for any tomfoolery! You are hereby dismissed! Bailiff, escort him out and take his attorney badge!"
It washed over his body. Like the ocean's waves crashed against the rocky cape, so did the whip against Angel's back. He had lost count, his mind racing between every action that was taken against his body. Against his mind. He could feel the blood slide down his back from each open wound left by the whip, the leather weapon full of what the black-haired male could only assume was nails. Each strike meant that they dug into his skin, poorly he had to note but regardless they were effective in inflicting pain. Some of them even broke off, embedding themselves within his skin and causing further suffering.
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? It was all Angel Blackwulf could ask himself as the whip met with his flesh once again. Grunting, he coughed out blood. His face, battered and bruised had tears streaming down his face. He couldn't bring himself to talk, all he could manage was heavy, rapid breathing in response to every action. The whip was only the most recent tool his captive decided to use on him. Before that, several sadistic instruments were employed against him. He should be dead, that's all Angel knew. Not that it mattered. He was long past his threshold for pain and somehow was still awake. Not that I can see, he thought as he recalled that his eyes were sewn shut. It had not been the most gentle hands either, they were rough and he was certain that his eyes might be damaged.
He had been blindfolded and restrained for three days before that. He hadn't a bite to eat, save the salty liquid that his captors provided him. He knew what it was, and their laughs only reinforced it. By the third day they had sewn his eyes shut and Angel reeked of urine not of his own. By this point, he was missing several teeth, heavily deprived of sleep due to their effects to keep him awake and indirectly as a result of his own fears. All the nails on his right hand were gone, they had all been removed. He had lost his left arm altogether. They branded something on his stomach and forehead, not that he could make out what it was based on shape.
What Angel failed to realize that nothing was over for him. He was at their mercy, something his captors lacked. He heard the whip drop, and hands run along his back causing him to whimper in pain. The touch was cold, sending chills down his spine. He felt a rough shove, sending him against the stone floor. A foot swiftly brought itself into his side, bringing him to cough yet again. He then heard the sound of a gun being loaded, before the laughter started again. Squirming, he tried to move but quickly found the pressure of a boot against his back, holding him in place. It was sharp, instant and painful as two shots rang out, each one piercing one of his knees. He screamed out in pain, finally losing himself to darkness.
"You belong to us now, our little plaything to help us work out stress. Don't worry, you'll stay alive as long as you're entertaining.", a voice rang out laughing as Angel's consciousness faded.
Tru was a man of love. He loved chasing the ladies. He dressed well for them and they always admired that of him. He smelled good and made sure he was damn dapper. However, his worst fear was a terrifying one for him. And that was, what if dapper would go out of style? He would just become a hipster with his done up ducktail and good looking suit.
The thought of being an out dated dapper man kills him on the inside. Every time he thinks of the possibility, he drops down to his knees and weeps for all the tossed aside jackets. All the wasted hair gel that would be thrown away from people getting a rid of their dapper clothing. It was horrible. The worst of it being the ladies would no longer respect him or love him for his style. The tail that he so desperately chased would leave through his finger tips.
They loved Tru's style. They couldn't get enough of it. He once had a chick run her fingers through his hair and smell it to no ends one night. She was on his hair for what seemed like days. And all the while, Tru just smiled as her bosom was pressed hard against his head. He even slept on her bosom for an hour because they were so soft.
And to take that away from him, Tru would just curl up into a ball and die. He would lock himself away and throw the key. There would be no point in living if he was no longer dapper. He promised the love of his life-and for the record, just because he was with other girls doesn't mean she is no longer the love of his life. He just needs to get some to say sane, but he stays pure in the mind for her. He knows who he truly loves-ahem, ... that he would stay dapper for her. That he would always look like a good hearted man instead of some rat with wings. And if he no longer looked like that, he would be breaking that vow and he could never show his face to her again. It would be game over.
Luckily for Tru, that fear will never come true because he will make sure that his dapperness will live on for eternity and he will pass on his good looks to some youngin' who needs an attitude adjustment like he did.
One punch to the cheek was enough to wake up Sophia from her unconsciousness and force her eyes to open up and glance at the room she was in at the moment... or more like a void that she was being forced into with no doors for her to go through the escape... and no ceilings, no walls, no nothing. It was like she was standing over nothing, but was unable to fall down into the nothingness below her feet.
In front of her stood a young woman. She looked exactly like her and seemed to be in great shape, smirking wildly and staring down at her as if she was in a position of great control over her. She wore her clothes too, as if she wanted to spit one last time on Sophia's memories.
In the meanwhile, however, Sophia was in the worst of shapes one could ever imagine. Not only was she alone with this dangerous-looking clone of herself, but she was also completely naked and her body has been completely tormented and experimented on. A dozen swords had been stabbed into her back, going right through her body, and chains were directly latched into the base of her neck, wrists and ankles. Her tongue has been ripped from her mouth and one of her eyes was gone, the left one, the one that she the best visibility on. Her glasses were gone, having fallen into the void a long time ago, and, as though her torment wasn't enough, a lot of her skin has been directly ripped off from her chest, revealing her still-beating heart, organs and bone structure.
The only reason why she was still alive... was because this place wasn't real. In fact, the pain she felt wasn't real either... she just felt it anyway. And it hurt. It hurt so much. She wanted to cry, to scream, but she couldn't, and her clone just gave her a stare of pure and utter pleasure.
"Wake up, buttercup."
The grinning clone chuckled, then crouched down before, suddenly, the chains pulled Sophia up, causing blood to immediately spill from the wounds caused by the latches. The poor woman tried to gasp, but only blood could come out. Once she was pulled up, chained up like an animal ready for slaughter, she stared at her clone with a shaky head as tears now fell from her still-working eye.
"You know what's gonna happen, eh?"
The clone said as she approached her, smirking wildly as she then patted Sophia's head.
"Today's the day the teddy bear getting thrown in the trash bin. It was a fun ride... but now, the child's gotta grow up."
Her grin became wider then as she backed off.
"If only I could keep your head as a trophy... Now that would had been a fun prize. Anyways, I'm off: I'm going to go have some fun with our precious little Captain, if you know what I mean."
She then started walking away, laughing maniacally whilst, suddenly, it would seem as though the nothingness, the void, around Sophia would start liquefying and move towards her, as if it was becoming alive. The blood that was spilled and had now formed a puddle underneath her would also start rumble and twitch before it headed towards the feet, latching unto it, then going up her body, completely covering it. The black liquid would then meet Sophia's body despite her constant fear-filled protest, cover her vision completely and fill her mouth to the brim...
...and soon, Sophia was no more... leaving only but the incoming wake of violence that will soon follow.
Multiple words would flash in front of Velvet's modified eyes as she clenched her steel-made teeth, her metallic hand trembling as she felt Hibiko's hand start clicking on that damn computer mouse and writing on his keyboard. It has now a certain amount of years ever since the creation of her ONPW character sheet and, since then, she has become powerful than one would had ever imagine, rising through the ranks of the Marines as Head Scientist and Engineer of the Science Branch of the World Government... and so much more.
But now... now, this was coming to an end that she had now foretold a long time ago. Now that Hibiko has grown older, his mind has slowly ceased enjoying roleplaying as much as he did in the past due to both the ever-increasing amount of work he was given everyday and the family that he had to take care of. And so, all of his characters have started becoming more and more stagnant as time went on and, then... he decided to get rid of it all, to hide it from his wife forever.
First, it had been Alissa. Unlike her and Sophia, he had not planned for her to have anything special when it comes to her deletion, and so she was simply put into the Inactive section. Then it was Sophia... whom he spent one final, grand SL to "finalize" that he previously had no plans to completely put an end to, killing her off with great grief.
And then he came for Velvet. Unlike them, however, she had prepared herself for this. She built things, she MADE things... and she ensured that she would never be forgotten by the world. However, she had also started building defences against her own deletion, calling, with her Chatango account, for anyone that could use her instead in complete and utter vain, then using one friend of hers to convince Hibiko from deleting her. It had been a success... but said success was definitely not permanent.
It was when he decided to completely leave the site that Velvet knew that she was going to be completely deleted. Immediately, she started working, first using software to block the site from her creator after he made his Farewell thread, but he soon figured it out and went inside anyways thanks to the help of a network engineer. Once that was done, he then went to her sheet... and, at that moment, Velvet could only be stare in horror as his mouse cursor went towards the "Delete" button. She tried messing with his mouse as much as possible, trying to push it away, but, then, he clicked on it.
Then, everything around Velvet flashed as, suddenly, her body started feeling limp, disappearing from reality. First, it was her feet, then her hips... then her torso. And soon, it reached her head. At this point, she could not say anything at all other than simply scream in protest towards her creator, crying.
But the screams then stopped the moment her mouth disappeared... and her mind went blank once it did the same. Velvet was now no more, deleted from reality by her own tired creator... and she will now be completely forgotten by time, never to be both be heard from or talked about again.
Kiru found himself flummoxed at his surroundings. He was at sea, in an all too familiar ship beside all too familiar people. He didn't know how long he had been standing there, but he was just beside the mast on the top deck while the typical bustle of a ship happened around him. Men and women were moving stock, anchoring supports or busying themselves with chores. As they passed Kiru they gave him regards and salutations, referring to him as cap'n, Captain or even just Cap. Kiru didn't move, but rotated left and right.
He couldn't appreciate he was dreaming.
Kiru couldn't find peace in the dreamscape his guilt-ridden mind was crafting. As people passed him, they turned from wandering humanoid mimics into corpses. Even though he couldn't 'see' it Kiru was aware that as he turned his back he did so on a litter of dead bodies, but every time he turned back the bodies were in motion, repeated the same action back and forth.
"What is this," murmured Kiru to himself.
"It's what it always was. It's what you wanted," replied a voice from his side. Kiru, knowing the voice slowly turned to view the owner.
Kiru turned. His hair was pulled by the wind in the direction of the voice. As Kiru's eyes latched onto the figure at his right, his complexion drained, white. His eyes widened with doubt and horror.
"Okami!" whimpered Kiru, not believing what he was seeing. Okami, the man standing before him grinned. It was an expression Kiru knew so well. Okami took a step forward towards Kiru, who in fear retreated one.
"Expecting someone else?" joked another voice, now from behind him. This one, much more stoic than Okami's. Kiru didn't need to turn around at this point.
"Hiryu," he uttered before even realising it, peering over his shoulder to be greeted with an affirming visage of his dead friend. "B-but, why?" pleaded Kiru, now moving away from both of them towards the bow spirit.
"Because you're about to do it again," called a third voice, from a figure perch atop the balcony fence above him.
"...Kyoi... I don't under- Do what?" cried Kiru.
"Watch your crew die-" explained Okami before being interrupted by a horde of chupacabras swarming the ship and immediately tearing the crew to shreds quite literally. Kiru knew who this ended. He didn't want to go through it, not again. He tried to fight them but one of the chupacabras turned on him, biting off his right arm at the shoulder and knocking him into the ocean. He took a moment to readjust an then tried to swim back to the surface but he felt a tug just before he to crack the waters. Then another. And another. Kiru glanced down, noting that he was being anchored by shadowed figured. He squinted at them to deduce what it was, the water's deep illuminated slightly, allowing Kiru to see clearly that he was being dragged to the depths by the rotting corpses of his first crew.
"Captain... Captain... Captain...." they wail in mantra, each in his own rhythm with voices echoing from the depths of hell itself. "Captain...Captain..."
C had never dreamed of this world this horrible world that no man should ever have to live in. A world that had no seas a world where there was no place to swim to enjoy themselves. This world was C's worst nightmare he loved to swim he needed to swim it was a core part of himself. His parents started him swimming it brought back good memorys when he was in the water.
As he stood there on what seemed to be the shore of a island before all the water dried up or whatever had happen to it he sat in the sand and just stared out at the barren sand at the sea life that was laying there dying with out the water. He saw what the world would look like without water flowing freely, every living thing needed water. Salt water could not be drank or used to water plants but it evaporated and created rain which lets life bloom and makes water to drink. Water is a building block of life and it is also a building block of C's very person.
He stood from the sand and dusted himself up, he walked into the dead sea bed and towards a dying Sea King. He laid his hand on the side of it and felt as the last breathes were taken by the mighty beast, C felt the pain the mammoth monster felt as it struggled to take its breathes. He climbed the beast and stood atop is body to look out across the seas and see all the was dying all that was wrong with the world.
As he stood on top of the beast and looked into the death of the world and he saw his parents standing there looking back at him. He was surprised by the sight of them and jumped off the Sea King and ran towards were he saw them. He just wanted one more moment with them he just wanted his mother to pat his head and tell him that this was nothing he could not handle. He wanted his father to tell him to fight through to tell him that he was always the man he was suppose to be.
But when he got to were he saw them they were no longer there. He fell to his knees and cried into the sky trying to find reason in what ever power was up here to tell him the answer of what ever this was. What ultimate power would make this world, what power would allow water to be taken from the world. As he looked to the sky he saw a metorite heading straight for him and he thanked the world to all him to die then live in this world of no water.
As the meteor came at him he smiled then he awoke on the beach with the sun shining in his eyes and the water washing on the shore and he was thankful to know that it was all a dream
Rain showered down heavily upon Kanki Town, the island of gambling some would call it. They say it is the island where a poor man can become rich, but it doesn't work like that for everyone. The dark clouds that hovered above the island would block out most of the sun's light, casting a shadow over the island. The streets were deserted for the day, no soul would dare to step into the storm that roamed the island. That was for except one person. A beautiful woman would run down the streets of the city, crying, soaked to the bone. Cradled in her arms as she ran was an infant bundled up in drenched blankets, its wailing screams easily blocking out her soft sobs. The woman would pound on the wooden doors of each building she passed, not leaving one untouched. As she knocked on each door she would cry out for help, tears streaming down her wet face. As the wind blew, her hair would cling to her face with the the help of the water. After a few minutes it was looking pretty much hopeless, that was until the woman saw the orphanage. Lucky would now watch the rest from his own eyes, the baby's eyes. The once beautiful woman would now turn hideous as she set her son down in a puddle on the orphanage's doorsteps. Her teeth would grow in size, her hair would shorten and would turn into a mess, and she would grow two large horns would grow out of her face as she laughed in Lucky's face. Lucky would wake up breathing heavily, shirt drenched from sweat.
The child would now be a bit older, now out of the toddler stage. He would clean up, doing many chores around the orphanage, soap, soap, soap. Wash. Wash. Wash. He would clean all day, no time for games or fun, there was no fun. Everything was grey, there was no color, no life. The skinny children moped around the house, Lucky would watch as the children turned into bones slowly. Suddenly he was in the kitchen, his skinny body showing his ribs and other bones. Bruises and cuts covered his body. A huge person in the room stood in front of the grill, laughing hysterically. Lucky would then tug on the person's leg, no power to speak. The large thing would turn, "Are you hungry?" Lucky would nod eagerly. The cook would laugh, "Then eat these!" Magically Lucky's hands were chained to the sealing and he couldn't move. The cook would smash his fists into Lucky's ribs over and over again until they were nothing but rubble. Lucky would wake up breathing heavily, shirt drenched from sweat.
A tan man sat behind a counter at a bar, drinking beer with a smile on his face. The kid grew up, and he was somehow happy. The whole room was full of his friends and they were all laughing and having fun. Life was good. He was a big name pirate and nothing could stop him or his friends, they were going to rule the world, together. One man in the bar wasn't a friend, but actually a stranger. The man would laugh loudly as he drank his beer. He had to be around 40. He had brown hair that was graying in some areas. A short thick beard, and a familiar smile. Lucky would turn towards the man with the same smile, "What's so funny stranger?" The man would laugh, and then would make weird sounds as he tried to keep the laughs in, "You're Quinn D. Lucky?" Lucky laughed, "Yeah I am what about it?" The man would laugh even harder, "I'm Nick D. Lucky! You're my son!" Lucky's eyes would widen and his heart would freeze before rapidly beating, "WHAT?!" The man would laugh uncontrollably as he watched his son suffer. Lucky would stand up, "WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME?! ANSWER ME!" His father would laugh. Lucky would punch the man out of his chair, but the laughing would continue, Lucky would stumble back in fear, as the laughing filled his ears. Lucky would wake up breathing heavily, shirt drenched from sweat.
The man would stand on his ship. Fire spreading slowly as his ship sunk slowly. Different voices would continue to call his name. He would frantically look side to side, but he couldn't see through the thick smoke. His friends were calling him, but he couldn't help them. He had failed, he loss, he didn't win. The blaze from the fire would illuminate the night's sky. The other ship next to his would be perfectly intact as yells of victory would spill out from it. Lucky loss though, his flag, his jolly roger would burn as his ship sunk, his dreams burning away with it. Lucky would wake up breathing heavily, shirt drenched from sweat.
Olivia found herself in a strange place. Before she could get situated, the girl saw some familiar faces. Her mother and father were there, but the surprising fact was that they were inside some kind of cage. “Mom! Dad!” As she moved towards them, another voice was heard in that place. They were not alone. “As I was saying… I heard that you are a family specialized in making sweets. I demand that you make me something of the sort immediately if you want to see your family safe and sound.”
Olivia turned to face the voice. The female saw a man seating in some kind of throne, while pointed in another direction. Following the direction that was being pointed, the girl saw an area full of cooking apparels and ingredients. “What’s the hold up? Get started already!” Surprised with this, the blond woman walked towards the cooking station. What should I make? Perhaps something like… like... Not being able to find words to finish that sentence horrified the girl.
Landing both of her palms on the table, Olivia was filled with panic. I… I can’t remember any recipes right now… I don’t think I even remember how to cook! What is going on!? With no way to advance forward, the situation was looking dreadful. Looking to the side, she saw her parents still trapped. This gave her some hope. Don’t worry, mom and dad. I’ll think of something. I’m sure of it. And so, the girl decided to start the cooking process even if she couldn’t quite remember how it all worked. I think I’m going to need to use this, and this… Then I should do like this...
After a lot of struggle, Olivia finally managed to reach a final result, though the quality of the content was still up in the air. Getting a smaller sample to deliver to the man, the girl gave a bowl and awaited the result. “And what exactly is… this thing?” “Some hot chocolate mousse… I think.” Olivia was quite unsure of her self as all her cooking prowess since to just have been thrown out of the window. She wasn’t even sure if what she called this was actually a legit dish.
The moment the spoon entered the man’s mouth, he spit it out as he threw the bowl onto the floor. “How can anyone even consider this edible!?” Olivia was shocked by this as she had never received such horrendous feedback in her life. Going back to the bigger bowl, she decided to give a try. The moment the content touched her tongue, the female spit it out. “This is worse than dirt!” How is this possible!? I don’t think I have ever made anything nowhere near as bad even on my first day in the ktichen...
As the girl was in horror with her own creation, the man continued on. “I’m glad we can agree in this then. But seeing that this dish is nowhere to my liking, I got no choice but to sentence you to immediate death.” Hearing those words, shook the young female awake from her state. “Wait, what? Nooooo….” But nothing more could be heard as the floor beneath her opened and she felt into the nothingness below.
Saito Kajiya
Saito found himself in an unknown place, a battlefield of sorts. Looking around he was able to see a person standing there, facing him. It was clear as day that this stranger was challenging him to a fight as he wielded his sword prepared for combat. Though not really sure what is going on, the male smiled. “If it’s a fight you want, it’s a fight you are going to have.” And so, he prepared his trusty katana, Hagane no Tonbo, beside him. Without a moment to waste, the young man dashed at his opponent, drawing his blade ready to slice at his rival.
But that was when things started to get weird. As the blade came close to making contact, it rusted away in a mere instant. Decades worth of rust in a single second. All that was left of the katana was the handle. Surprised with this event, Saito stood there looking at the remains of his weapon. His opponent, on the other hand, did not allow his this moment of examination as he sliced at the young Marine. Getting hit and pushed back, the male decided to change strategy, picking up his naginata, Tetsu Suzumebachi, to fight.
Dashing towards his opponent to pierce him, the strange occurrence happened once again. This time not only the blade but the whole weapon faded before his very eyes. “Just… What is going on!?” Instead of an answered, the young man received a cut near his stomach as he pulled back to recompose himself. Is this… going to happen to all my weapons? Saito found himself in a bit of a predicament. He was losing his life’s work in a mere instant while fighting this stranger. But he wouldn’t give up just like this. That can’t be true… There has got to be something I can do!
Instead of going on offense this time, Saito decided to stay on defense while trying to figure out what is happening. Holding his sword, Kokuyōseki no Kumo, on his right hand, and his shield, Shinchū no tentōchū, on his other hand, the male took his stance, waiting for his opponent’s action. Seeing this, the stranger dashed towards him with a wide obvious slash attack. Using his shield to block it, Saito positioned it in advance. But instead of clashing strengths, the moment the sword touched the shield, the defensive tool shattered into pieces as if it was glass. Taken a back by this occurrence, the young man took the wide hit directly.
But the attack wasn’t over, the man twisted the blade around for a second strike. This time closer to his right hand, Saito went to clash weapons. Just like his shield, the moment the sword touched his, it made a clean cut, snapping the blade in half. This left a piercing wound in the young male, both physically and emotionally. All his gear was falling apart and disappearing before his very eyes. This infuriated him as well as making him panic. In a spur of fury, Saito roared towards the skies as his eyes changed shape and his body began transforming into a beast.
It was at this moment that Saito woke up and sat up on his bed, drenched in his sweat. Looking around the room, the male managed to find his gear still there, intact. Lying back down in relief, the young man stayed in that position. “I should have known that was a nightmare...” And in that position he remained until he was ordered to get up as still felt shaken by those visions.
Brandy Gevär
Brandy opened her eyes to find herself illuminated by the moonlight. But instead of being on a bed in some inn, she was standing in the middle of a street. Looking around her, the place seemed rather familiar, though not from recent experiences. But as she looked back and saw the name of the restaurant, she realized where she was. It was back at her home island, where it all happened. After connecting the dots, all the familiarity fit into place as she was filled with dread. The night sky… This location… It all seems rather similar to that night...
Remembering this, the woman started running in a direction. Unlike last time, she knew where she would go. The place where she had seen the results of what happened that night. She feared what she would find there. The female expected it to be empty, but deep down felt that this wouldn’t be the case. Please, let me be wrong. Don’t be there… Don’t be there... She ran as fast as she could around town. Strangely, everything was rather quiet with no one around. Strange… Even if it was late at night, there should still be some people about at this hour.
But she didn’t had much time to think about this matter, she had a place where she had to go. A place where she could confirm what was happening. Though usually a fierce and strong woman, Brandy was filled with fear and panic as she ran past streets towards her destination. For once, I do not want to see your face... The closer she got to that area, the tighter the grasp at her heart was. She was ever more fearful of what she would find, though she knew there were only two options. In this case, an empty area was the best outcome.
As she turned the corner, Brandy gasped in shock. It was as she feared. There were many bodies lying around, many of which she didn’t recognize. But at the center was the main piece. Or rather, pieces, as the corpse was not left intact. This one, she recognized. It was no other than her beloved, Vaan Svärd. This day was a horrible mark in her history that she did not want to relive, yet here she was. This was without a doubt the worst day in her life. With sadness swallowing her whole, Brandy sat down near the remains of her beloved for the rest of the night as she cried her pain away. And so, everything was engulfed by darkness.
Owen Nightshade
Owen found himself in an unfamiliar city, full of trees, tall buildings with pipes on the sides and ample roofs. I’m not even sure how I got to this place, but it seems like this is a great place to climb around! The male wasn’t really interested in the details but he really wanted to climb and relax on the rooftops. And this place was perfect for that, with all the climbing capability making this an easy task for him.
He would start off with the easiest and closest to the ground, the trees. He had a lot of experience climbing trees since at a young age, and this shouldn’t be any difference. After stepping on the tree, Owen prepared to jump off, but was stopped by something kinda gooey and slippery at his feet. The male was about to fall onto the ground because of that, but managed to hold onto a branch. Looking back at the tree trunk, Owen noticed that the tree seemed to be covered in sap that was overflowing from it. Well, that’s odd... But this would not stop him as he decided to keep going up.
From here, Owen would fling himself onto a nearby pipe, which he would use to climb upwards towards the roof. That should be no problem for him. Examining properly, he was sure there wasn’t any kinda liquid or slimy substance that would get in his way, such as the pipes be covered in oil. After flinging himself, the male was able to latch onto a pipe. But as he started climbing up, the structure became more and more wobbly. The screws were all falling off and the tube was dismantling. Not giving up, the male kept climbing as fast as he could to hop off onto a nearby low roof.
He managed to succeed with this plan. But just as he was about to lie down and relax, Owen noticed he was sliding down along the side of the roof. He wasn’t quite sure what was going on this time, but did not have enough time to examine it. He tried to get a grasp to hold himself up, but it was too late as he fell from the roof towards the floor. The male was preparing himself for the impact, but such didn’t seem to ever arrive. Looking around, he realized he was still hanging upside near the roof somehow.
Looking at his feet, Owen noticed there was some kind of honey or something of the sort that was dripping from the roof. It seemed that this particular roof was covered in it. He had checked the pipe, but he didn’t have the time to evaluate the condition atop the building. And it was this very honey-like substance that was keeping the male hanging, as it had latched onto his feet and held him up. Great… Am I just going to stay hanging like this? No, this is just stupid. And so, Owen took out of his kukris to try to chop off the glue-like liquid.
At this moment, with all the movement that he was doing, it snapped, dropping him towards the floor. Once again, Owen was preparing for a hard impact, but it wasn’t quite what was delivered. Instead he felt himself sinking into some sort of soft substance, even if it looked like cement. The male tried to get himself up to leave this strange area, but the more force he put to push himself upwards, the more his corresponding members would sink into this. What the heck!? Is the floor some kind of jello over here!? Instead of a perfect place to climb, this is quite the opposite! But there wasn’t much else he could think of this, as his whole body got engulfed by this strange floor till there was not a trace left of him.
Name:Olivia Doux Nickname: Sweet-Tart Faction: Pirate Reputation: No Threat ( 0 ) Crew: N/A Profession: Chef Fame: 0 Location:Cinemia, West Blue Color Code:#C71585
Name:Owen Nightshade Nickname: N/A Faction: Pirate Reputation: No Threat ( 0) Crew: N/A Profession: Thief Fame: 0 Location:Out at Sea, South Blue Color Code:#556B2F
Stats - 32 Strength: 7 (8 at night) Speed: 10 (12 at night) Stamina: 7 (8 at night) Accuracy: 8 (9 at night) Fortune: 8
Name:Ryota Date Nickname: N/A Faction: Marine Reputation: Lieutenant Crew: N/A Profession: Blacksmith Fame: 0 Location:Relleechill, North Blue Color Code:#4682B4
Falling ... falling and unable to stop himself, unable to transform, unable to turn his body aright and stop his hellish descent. First, he had been falling through the sky, slowly turning as he did so. The clouds brushed past his face, tingling his hair, cheeks and body with a flush of moistness that seemed to have gone on forever. He had reached out a hand to brush them and had felt a firm and yet fleeting sensation so real that it almost defied his first instinct, the gut feeling telling him that this was merely a dream.
Next had come the clear blue sky beneath the clouds. Somehow his body had turned and though he jerked his head back and forth to look beneath himself all he could see was emptiness, as if he were above a hole so wide that it spanned the entire landscape beneath and around him. Not wanting to think about such a terrible fate he instead decided to devote his attention to solving the problem at hand and once again tried to right himself, to access the powers within himself that would allow him to blast through the air and out of this predicament. He couldn´t do it. And it was this realization that felt as if a door in his life was shutting itself to him forever; then, finally, he began to look around.
His family, particularly the youngest among them, were also falling above, below, and alongside him -- everywhere. It was a moment in which one marveled at just how extensive his bloodline was, and, fell terrified at how swiftly it would all end. Everybody´s faces were tangled in the torment of terror, mouths, opened, screams unheard to him. Everybody was too far apart for any one of them to hear the other scream but they were all screaming; all of them. A ball of fire smashed into Kiana, Leon´s 4 year old niece, right through her knees, and her scream turned vivid, her eyes conveying the absolute agony as the cold wind in its horrible cruelty whipped against her exposed kneecaps, nerves and blood vessels squirting her life force into the air.
And then his entire family was being mutilated by the meteors, aunts, uncles and grandparents to say the least having half their heads, arms, chests blown open. For a dream, it was a gory and sadistic one with no detail spared as Leon watched his kin battered cruelly by forces they could not understand, nor fight against. This is what it felt like when the Marines hunted them down; most of them knew nothing of my exploits. he realized in horrible revelation. Perhaps he had always known this -- and even for a dream, something he knew he was in, it was a terrible realization of ones´own sins brought upon those who had never deserved it. His actions had caused all of their deaths. Every, single, one.
The meteor coming at him was sweet relief, but as Leon looked more closely he realized that it wasn´t a meteor -- ah, yes, it was, but, it was one that carried his favorite niece along it, spread eagled and screaming. He could hear her now, see her being carried along it, could hear her bones breaking, one by one. Could hear her screams punctuating, somehow through a dream´s skips of logic, knew which bones were breaking, which muscles were slowly snapping within her. And then, innapropiately, he found himself naked in the air, and her too, as the meteor struck him -- them together -- and --
He woke up. ¨That was almost as bad as last night.¨
Gin all of a sudden found himself surrounded by complete darkness with nothing around. No sky, no sea, and worse of all no wind. He tried to reach out to feel the air when all of a sudden he realized that his arm was extremely small and he had tiny little fingers. He then started to feel his body and he soon discovered that he is back to the time when he was just a small frail child. Gin's breathing started to grow heavy as anxiety started to fill his chest.
All of a sudden there are a bunch of eyes surrounding him...looking down on him. All the eyes contain the same kind of look. One he knew too well, scorn and disgust. The children were pointing and shouting, yelling names like ghost boy, pale kid, and monster from his looks. The adults were talking among themselves about why is Gin ruining their beautiful town with his pale and dreariness.
Gin tries to cover his hears and block all this out like he used to but no matter what he did he couldn't stop hearing what they said. He wanted to fight like he did the first time to make them all quiet but as soon as he saw two people among the crowd he couldn't bring himself to do so. No he never felt more dread then at the moment. The two people who he trusted the most, he loved more than anyone else in the world were looking at him with same look in their eyes. No Scott and Joanne were looking at him worse then all the others. It looked like they were the ones leading the ridicule.
Gin could not takes any of this anymore so he started to run away past everyone into the darkness just hoping to find any wind to help him escape like it did all those years ago. Soon he actually say the hill in the distance where he first discovered the wind. Elated he sprinted as fast as he could but no matter what he could not reach it. Soon the ground started to shake and his hill in the distance started to disintegrate. Gin could do nothing as he watched his most sacred place vanish before his eyes. He was frozen just from all the despair that enter him and then the eyes started to appear again.
Gin tried to run again but this time he was chained. He looked around and he saw that he was chained to a wall in a room. The room had no windows and only one steel door that didn't even have a crack underneath. In front of the door was Joanne and Scott laughing at Gin's misery as they destroy the key in front of him and slowly close the door behind them. Gin could only scream in the despair as he realized that he will be trapped in the sealed room for all eternity where he could never reach the wind again. With that the door closes.
Cyra Dremory
Cyra woke up just like any other day however for some reason she was not in her bed at the marine base. In fact she was in her bed at her old home on mafioso island. Cyra always dreamed about going home again but she was not the least bit happy to be in this situation. In fact she was filled with dread. She only dreamed about living at her island once she was strong enough to take revenge, however she was nowhere near that point yet. This could only mean one thing, the thing she has been running from and fearing her entire life.
Cyra quickly got up from bed and ran towards the door to open and escape. However, no matter what she did she could not open the door. It seemed to be unmovable. All of a sudden gas started to fill the room from cracks all around the room. At this point she didn't care if she was noticed and she started to bang on the door and yelling for help however no matter what she did no one came to help her. Soon the gas got to her and she passed out at the door.
Cyra soon woke up and found herself chained to a wall by a collar and her hands were tied by a rope surrounded by darkness. This was at the point where she truly did panic and tried with all her might to remove her collar. However the collar was locked. Soon a laugh started to echo the room and Cyra could only shake in fear when she heard this laugh. It was Logan's crazy and deranged laugh, the man she hated the most in the world and feared the most. Soon two spotlights appeared in front of her. The spotlights highlighted to people tied to wooden boards. Cyra truly felt despair at this point.
On both boards were her supposed to be dead father and Luis, the man who saved her life. She couldn't even be happy to know that her father was really alive because on their bodies were a bunch of mutilated cuts and stabs wounds. Soon Cyra could hear footsteps and in between the two boards was Logan. She tried to scream at Logan but all of a sudden her voice couldn't come out. She was completely silenced.
Logan then laughed in joy and madness with a knife in his hand. He started saying how this was truly the best moment in his life because his plan now is to torture the two of them in front of her. However, they were to be always kept alive to suffer in complete pain to break their and her mind. To make it worse, Cyra was to be his slave and she would be raped and tortured in various ways in front of them not allowing them or her to kill themselves. This was to go on for the rest of their lives. Logan then laughed as he was coated in true madness. Tears start spilling down Cyra's face as Logan moved and slash multiple cuts into the two men. After finishing his little game he started to move towards Cyra who could only just wait until her true suffering would only begin.
Vara Hikarikage
Vara all of a sudden found himself on the island that he grew up on. However something was wrong. Everything appeared to be covered in the dark and grey aura. It was as if something wrong was happening on the island. Vara taking notice of the situation immediately ran to find his parents to see if they were safe and what was going on. While he was running all he heard around him was silence which was a very bad sign.
Vara soon reached his house to see that his parents were not there. Vara rushed towards the center of town where the elders gathered and there he saw the most horrific sight of his life. All of the villagers were frozen in stone with looks of extreme despair and misery on their faces. All the people he grew up around looking at him with praise and kindness were now all frozen in stone. Vara immediately thought about his parents and anxiety started to fill up chest.
Vara started to run towards the center once again and when he arrived he was struck with the utmost grief and despair. There they were the people who taught him everything he knew and his parent s who loving with everything they had on their knees praying to the gods to help them in their time of need and despair. However they were all frozen in stone never to be saved from the ones that they believed in. Vara fell on his need and cried out in anguish. All of a sudden he heard and groaned and pained cough.
Vara turned to the noise and there he saw the chief of their village on the ground in pain still alive. Vara ran up to the chief and lifted up his head and asked what had happened. The chief said a mysterious force had put a curse on their village to make their souls suffer for all eternity as their bodies are frozen and forgotten in time. The chief then looked and said that Vara was their last hope being the prodigy that he was. Then before Vara could even say anything, the chief started to yell in pain as stone soon spread to all parts of his body completely freezing him.
Vara cried no in anguish but it was too late. He started to shake the statue saying that what was it that he needed to do. Vara was completely filled with fear. This was something that he has never seen before and had no idea how to fix. He couldn't help but look at his parents who taught him everything he knew begging for the gods to help them. Vara then felt completely defeated since the people he looked up to couldn't even do anything.
Then all of a sudden a great pain came to Vara's entire body as he looked down onto himself. He then realized that he himself had been infected by the curse however very slowly. Vara then immediately went to the mountains to try to find a cure but no matter what he did, nothing would work. He felt rushed because he knew his parents and everyone was constantly suffering. It was like he could hear everyone's voices screaming for help inside his head. Endlessly begging for their genius to save them from the endless suffering and blaming their constant suffering on him as he endlessly tries to figure out the cure but constantly fails. The cycle continues endlessly because what Vara doesn't know is that he himself has already been frozen and this is his torture for all of eternity.
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