Oh you silly fellow. I could have lended you a spork; much more deadly
I am in the process of catching up still, but I am loving what I'm reading
And actually I was being hurtled all around the country >_< I'm postitive some flight attendants now know me by name
But it was quite fun, as much as I missed the peace that comes from not having a step-sister who constantly asks 'why are you always reading WORDS' as if it were a bizarre habit
P.S: My step-sister lives in another state, hence the lack of her generally being around
A stare into the hateful ocean in the vampiric tyrant. Modello ventured into the eyes of him, Tamir Thymos. The man who set the city of loss, Avdima, into flames. The flames that cloaked buildings in it's hellish embrace waltzed across each building like a dance floor. The flames hissed fervor embers that glided gently onto the ground.
Furious smoke growled out from the flames, smothering into anyone's lungs that dared to inhale the deathly fumes. Modello's heart pounded like a drum, the beat of his lively heart rushed though out his body. His teeth gripped together, and his left hand reached down for his one-foot dagger. But when his hand latched onto the handle of his dagger, his teeth forgo their grasp.
The mask of absolute fury worn on his face disappeared, transforming into a mask of blank emotion. It was void of any expression. His eyes were relaxed and down, making his eyes look like half-moons. Though, in silence, his eyes whispered fury.
Standing for the seemingly calm and usually emotionless Modello, was Tamir. A confident and exceptionally evil smirk written on his face like a horror novel. His eyes gazed upon the one being that seemed to stand in his way of his ultimate goal. The only being that seemed to be able to harm him, Modello Mercer.
The two stood before each other, merely ten feet from each other. Their eyes poured out their emotion instead of their face, a silent but felt anger ravished from Modello. A closed-mouth giggle came from the vampyre overlord. "Zion," said Tamir, happily. "You are gallant, aren't you? So bold to come here all by yourself."
His face relaxed and emotionless, Modello shuffled his eyes left and right. "Where are the others?" he questioned.
"They do not matter to you, right?" replied Tamir. "Why have the royals treat you like a dog, Zion?"
"It doesn't," stated Tamir. "But you have power beyond what your peers can achieve. Why not bring them to your knees?"
"It's because I'm not like you," answered Modello. "This reality can burn for all I care."
"So, why come here?"
"I have no need to explain."
"Heh," laughed Tamir. "Your comrades were sent off to Iericho where they will meet the blade that will end their wretched lives."
"What about your soldiers?"
"All gone off with them."
"So, it's just you and me."
"I figured that we should have a battle of our own," stated Tamir. "Zion versus The Master. A thrilling sort of battle, don't you think?"
"As you wish."
"Draw your weapon, Zion," demanded Tamir. "You shall now witness the power of the master of the gods!!" Modello draws his one-foot dagger, the light that reflected off of the steel danced across the blade tip. The blade gazed upon Modello, the black sheep appeared on the appear like a shadow on the wall. Then the blade turned to Tamir, and no reflection was given back. The dagger's eye was blind to be able to see Tamir.
A closed-mouth giggle echoed from Tamir, his evil smirk grew like a flower into a smile. "I'm going to enjoy this." said Tamir, readying his hands for the battle. A bright red aura suddenly bursts out from the ground that held Tamir up. "Come, meet your end, Zion!" yelled Tamir.
Modello's feet suddenly spring into animation, rushing in earnest towards Tamir. The leather boots that concealed Modello's feet kiss the ground over and over, sending off a loud and echoing howl throughout the terrified night. Closer and closer drew Modello towards Tamir, and his hasting run only grows that much faster.
His pulse raced like his feet, literally it throbbed in his chest. It was the only thing he could hear, it seemed the world that beckoned with screams, the flames that created sizzling embers that popped, just all went mute. Deaf to his ears, it was. The dagger in Modello's left hand swiftly strikes like a cobra straight at Tamir's cold, dead heart.
The vampyre quickly dodges the attack, leaping to the left. Suddenly, a blade, about three feet tall, made up of red energy springs out of Tamir's left hand. The vampyre swings this blade at Modello, who quickly backflips to dodge the strike. Modello lands back on his feet in a silent thud. Modello quickly leaps about ten feet into the air, his dagger beside him and ready to strike.
Tamir laughed an arrogant closed-mouth chuckle, his confident smile still worn on his face like a mask. Tamir also jumps into the air, popping up right in front of Modello before he even realized Tamir was gone. Tamir laughed out loud, his evil laughter echoed across the night as his right hand became a engulfed ball of fire. "Hahahaha!" laughed Tamir, psychopathically.
Tamir throws his right hand out in front of him, right in Modello's face. Modello knew it was too late to react offensively, he quickly sheathed his dagger and crosses his forearms in front of his face like an X. Modello quickly braced himself for whatever will happen to him. The flames around Tamir's right hand expanded, blowing up into a huge explosion. The energy from the explosion traveled throughout the air and ground.
Winds of forty-miles-per-hour whip across the air, carrying flames even further into other buildings. Modello, shot down like a plane, is discharged like a cannonball straight towards the stone cloaked ground. On impact, Modello's back breaks the stones that covered the ground, sending them flying like toothpicks. His back thrashes against the ground, his head whiplashes against the stone.
His forearms were still crossed like an X, they were a war of Second-Degree and Third-Degree burns. Modello showed no reaction to pain, he seemed numb to it. His arms returned by his sides and his right hand quickly reached for his dagger that was sheathed beside his left hip. Modello stood to his knees as his left hand grabbed onto the handle of his one-foot dagger.
Returning to another place, with Alena, Allister, and Richard. Richard sat beside the wall, gazing upon his hands. An arrogant smile upon his face. Allister, sitting down beside his sister. Alena looked sad, without her protector Daniel. Allister grabbed onto her shoulder, surprising her. "It'll be okay," he said. "Modello will find them, I know he will."
Alena shook her head. "Yeah," she said. "He will..."
"Wouldn't-count-on-it." said Richard as if he were singing.
"Silence, Richard," replied Allister.
"Hey," said Richard. "I have an opinion, too."
Tamir landed back onto the ground, his arms crossed like a pretzel and an evil laughter whispered from under his lips. "How amusing," commented Tamir. "You stand after that blow like it was nothing."
"Enough talk," said Modello, drawing his dagger from it's leather casing.
"As quick as ever, still," replied Tamir. "I should have expected that from you, Zion."
"I said enough." growled Modello, shooting up to his feet in haste. Quickly, his feet charge towards Tamir in earnest. His leather boots smack the stones beneath his feet. His eyes glare straight in front of him in a silent, emotionless tidal wave. Once in front of the vampyre tyrant, Modello quickly strikes his dagger at Tamir with his dagger in the reversed position.
Tamir, like a deja vu performance, leaps to the left to dodge Modello's attack. However, Modello reacts differently this time around. He quickly turns towards Tamir and thrusts his left hand straight at Tamir's face. His hand clenches into a fist as it headed towards the vampyre. His fist pounds against the winter flesh that covered Tamir.
The small spikes on Modello's knuckles tear across Tamir's right cheek. The vampyre grit his teeth as Modello's fist rips across his skin. Blood dances in the air, spinning like small pennies. Modello sees an opportunity, quickly readying his dagger for a strike. He quickly thrusts his dagger into Tamir's abdominal, piercing the vampyre's liver.
The dagger breaks into the skin, sending blood all over the place. The dagger impales straight into Tamir's liver, letting blood roam freely across the vampyre's red doublet. Quickly, Modello pulls out his blood covered dagger. Tamir grit his teeth as he tried to absorb the pain. Swiftly, he threw out his left hand and a ball of ruby red energy formed right in front of the palm of his hand.
"Furore!" yelled Tamir, the red energy erupts from Tamir's palm and swiftly out towards Modello. Not expecting it, Modello is unable to protect himself with his forearms. So, he must endure this himself.
Modello's body gets swallowed whole by this familiar ruby red blast of magic, surrounding his body the intense agony he remembered as the worst he's ever felt. The blast rips of giant hole in the center of his jacket, where the bare flesh of his mid-abdominal appears. Random Second-Degree and Third-Degree burns grow throughout his bare flesh.
Blood cried out from these burning wounds like a fountain, it felt like a thousand knifes had pierced Modello's body. Modello's left shoulder flies back awkwardly, a feeling of detachment from his left shoulder rumbled around his shoulder. He felt almost every bone in left arm shatter into thousands of pieces. The pain was unbearable. The blast bursts into an explosion, launching smoke and flames to dance together all over the room.
The explosion is heard all the way towards Alena, Allister and Richard. They jump to their feet, and shuffle their heads over to where they heard the explosion. They both had a concerned look on their faces. "What the hell was that!?" yelled Allister.
Richard smiled, quickly rushing up to his feet and taking off. His feet rushing away from the royals. Allister turns around when he heard Richard take off. "Wait!" yelled Allister, chasing after him.
"Brother, wait!" yelled Alena. Allister freezes in place, and turns to his sister with his indigo purple eyes. "We need to worry more about what that explosion was!"
Allister closed his eyes and sighed. "Right." he replied, rushing off towards the source of it. "Come on!"
She shook her head, rushing off as well. "Right!"
Modello is sent flying back, his body like a ragdoll as it flies away. His body flips and spins violently as he came closer to the ground. It was official to Modello, this attack was far more painful and strong than what Zin had thrown at him.
Once his body smacks the stone floor, it still continued to fly forward. It seemed like he was doing backflips, spinning and dancing as the force of the attack continued. Modello watched as the world spun and spun around him like he was a top. He watched the blood that was his own forsake the body that it was made from.
He saw the sky, the black and smoke covered sky. No stars out to say hello. He saw the ground, but by the time he saw it, it was already partially covered in his own blood. He saw a building, a building that was a blazing mess. A furious hill of flames that raged across it growled for his attention.
Finally, his body smacked the ground and stood on it. His back thrashes against the ground heavily, on impact Modello grit his teeth in agony. His body then flips over on his front, where his body finally ceases motion nearly twenty-five feet from where he originally stood before Tamir's attack.
Severe wounds were opened up on his left arm, so deep that his shattered Humerus bone stuck out and revealed itself to humanity like a stick in mud. His body without motion, his breath heavily labored. Blood left his body, leaving behind a trail of it from where he was hit to where he laid now. His clothes were all ripped apart, his right or left sleeve did not exist anymore.
His dagger was about ten feet from where he laid, it rested and bathed in a pool of blood. Modello's head laid to the left of him, his eyes stared lifeless like upon his nearly dismembered left arm. His left arm stood attach to his body by a mere strip of flesh that hung onto the rest of his arm like a lifeline.
Modello's black caviler was gone, off of his head. His black mask shattered into pieces, only one half remained on his face. His blonde hair was no longer in a braided ponytail, his long blonde hair laid beside the back of his neck. His vision warped between black and blur as a fire greeted him with it's warming touch.
How was your trip?
