Post by prodigi on Feb 23, 2005 23:01:36 GMT -5
Prodigi lay in the dust, staring at the blue moon as it shone brightly above the Desert of the Dead. Over to his right he heard voices. “We’ve been going for 2 hours now man, are you sure you saw him?” one of the voices asked. “Of course I did man, it was him, the one with the bounty of 400k. He had that same weird hair. You know, with the feather sticking out at the front.”<br>Slowly Prodigi stood. He reached up and silently glided his sword out of its sheath. Down it’s blade shone the words “Though We Hope For Promising Years, After Shedding A Thousand Tears, Yesterday's Sorrow Constantly Nears…”. He balanced the tip of the blade between his index and middle finger and slipped the sword behind his arm, hidden. He stood waiting silently until the two figures stumbled into the clearing. “It’s him,” one of them whispered, “See I told you I saw him,” the other whispered. Slowly they both levelled their guns at Prodigi. “You there,” one of them shouted, his voice quaking, “throw over your weapons.”<br>With his left hand Prodigi pulled his other sword out of it’s sheath and threw it over. Down it’s blade was written “…And While The Moon Still Shines In Blue, By Dawn, It Will Turn Scarlet Hue”.
“And the guns too,” the drifter demanded.
Prodigi extracted his Desert Eagles from their holsters and threw those over too, careful to keep his other sword hidden. Down the barrels of his guns was written “Peace Is But A Shadow Of Death…” “…Desperate To Forget It’s Painful Past”.
The smaller drifter stepped forward and picked up Prodigi’s weapons. The two then began to approach him. Prodigi calculated the distance. They were 20 metres away, it would take him 3 seconds to get to them if he concentrated. Quick as a flash he drew his right fist back, in a punch-like motion, then he “threw his punch” releasing the sword. The sword made a whistling sound as it sliced through the air until, smack, it lodged itself into the smaller drifters throat. The larger drifter looked to his right and stared at his comrade, who now had a silver sword through his neck. Focused on the image of his comrade the drifter didn’t see Prodigi approach from his left until he was right alongside him. The drifter spun to see Prodigi standing right next to him, and he let out a gasp. Next to him the smaller drifter could be heard gurgling as he attempted to pull the sword out from his throat. Prodigi reached out with his left hand and extracted the sword from the drifter’s throat, and a sudden gush of blood was released. The drifter collapsed on the ground bleeding profusely from his neck. Prodigi turned his gaze to the other drifter. Scared, the drifter took a step back. “Please,” the drifter began, “don’t kill me, I won’t tell anyone about…” the drifters words died off as he stared into Prodigi’s eyes. They say that the eyes are the windows of a person’s soul, if this is true then Prodigi has no soul. The drifter stared at those eyes, the cold lifeless eyes that had no happiness in them, no joy. Slowly Prodigi raised his right hand and pressed it against the drifter’s chest. The end of his hand began to glow red. The drifter looked down at Prodigi’s hand in horror. Then suddenly the drifter turned and ran making his way through the desert scrub. Prodigi grunted, and then turned his attention to the dead drifter at his feet. He crouched down and pulled his guns and his other sword off of the dead drifter and took his time putting the guns back in their holsters and his swords back in their sheaths. Then he stood and closed his eyes focusing. He lifted his right arm and the glow began to appear around his hand again. He stood listening intently to the sound of the drifter stumbling in the distance. He slowly took aim and then suddenly fired a burst of fire from the end of his hand. It burned its way through the scrub leaving a trail of fire. He listened silently until,
AAAGH!
a scream echoed out through the silent night and Prodigi saw a small explosion over to his right. He grunted in satisfaction and slowly began to make his way towards the explosion. After a minute he emerged into a small crater in which the drifter lay moaning in pain. Prodigi stepped forward and pulled his left Desert Eagle from its holster and levelled its extended barrel at the drifter’s head. The drifter’s eyes crossed as he stared down the barrel of the .50, and then suddenly, BLAM, the drifter no longer had a head. Prodigi reached down and searched the body of the scorched drifter. He pulled out a folded piece of paper torn out of a newspaper. He unfolded it and read…<br>
Murderous Midgar
Authorities are puzzled at the recent deaths in Midgar. The death rate of 10 per day has almost tripled to 30 a day. When questioned, the only thing the Senate had to say was that it was just as much a mystery to them as it was to everyone else. What makes this mystery even more interesting is…<br>
The article ended there, as the end of it had been burnt off from the blast. "Midgar huh?" Prodigi thought to himself, "sounds intriguing". He turned and stared off into the distance and spotted a small speck, Midgar. Prodigi closed his eyes slowly and then suddenly, pop (sounds corny but I can’t think of a better sound atm), he was gone in a burst of feathers. As the feathers fell to the ground amongst the dust, the sun rose over the horizon, a scarlet hue…
“And the guns too,” the drifter demanded.
Prodigi extracted his Desert Eagles from their holsters and threw those over too, careful to keep his other sword hidden. Down the barrels of his guns was written “Peace Is But A Shadow Of Death…” “…Desperate To Forget It’s Painful Past”.
The smaller drifter stepped forward and picked up Prodigi’s weapons. The two then began to approach him. Prodigi calculated the distance. They were 20 metres away, it would take him 3 seconds to get to them if he concentrated. Quick as a flash he drew his right fist back, in a punch-like motion, then he “threw his punch” releasing the sword. The sword made a whistling sound as it sliced through the air until, smack, it lodged itself into the smaller drifters throat. The larger drifter looked to his right and stared at his comrade, who now had a silver sword through his neck. Focused on the image of his comrade the drifter didn’t see Prodigi approach from his left until he was right alongside him. The drifter spun to see Prodigi standing right next to him, and he let out a gasp. Next to him the smaller drifter could be heard gurgling as he attempted to pull the sword out from his throat. Prodigi reached out with his left hand and extracted the sword from the drifter’s throat, and a sudden gush of blood was released. The drifter collapsed on the ground bleeding profusely from his neck. Prodigi turned his gaze to the other drifter. Scared, the drifter took a step back. “Please,” the drifter began, “don’t kill me, I won’t tell anyone about…” the drifters words died off as he stared into Prodigi’s eyes. They say that the eyes are the windows of a person’s soul, if this is true then Prodigi has no soul. The drifter stared at those eyes, the cold lifeless eyes that had no happiness in them, no joy. Slowly Prodigi raised his right hand and pressed it against the drifter’s chest. The end of his hand began to glow red. The drifter looked down at Prodigi’s hand in horror. Then suddenly the drifter turned and ran making his way through the desert scrub. Prodigi grunted, and then turned his attention to the dead drifter at his feet. He crouched down and pulled his guns and his other sword off of the dead drifter and took his time putting the guns back in their holsters and his swords back in their sheaths. Then he stood and closed his eyes focusing. He lifted his right arm and the glow began to appear around his hand again. He stood listening intently to the sound of the drifter stumbling in the distance. He slowly took aim and then suddenly fired a burst of fire from the end of his hand. It burned its way through the scrub leaving a trail of fire. He listened silently until,
AAAGH!
a scream echoed out through the silent night and Prodigi saw a small explosion over to his right. He grunted in satisfaction and slowly began to make his way towards the explosion. After a minute he emerged into a small crater in which the drifter lay moaning in pain. Prodigi stepped forward and pulled his left Desert Eagle from its holster and levelled its extended barrel at the drifter’s head. The drifter’s eyes crossed as he stared down the barrel of the .50, and then suddenly, BLAM, the drifter no longer had a head. Prodigi reached down and searched the body of the scorched drifter. He pulled out a folded piece of paper torn out of a newspaper. He unfolded it and read…<br>
Murderous Midgar
Authorities are puzzled at the recent deaths in Midgar. The death rate of 10 per day has almost tripled to 30 a day. When questioned, the only thing the Senate had to say was that it was just as much a mystery to them as it was to everyone else. What makes this mystery even more interesting is…<br>
The article ended there, as the end of it had been burnt off from the blast. "Midgar huh?" Prodigi thought to himself, "sounds intriguing". He turned and stared off into the distance and spotted a small speck, Midgar. Prodigi closed his eyes slowly and then suddenly, pop (sounds corny but I can’t think of a better sound atm), he was gone in a burst of feathers. As the feathers fell to the ground amongst the dust, the sun rose over the horizon, a scarlet hue…