Dead Fantasy, Prologue
Title: Dead Fantasy
Chapter Title: Prologue
Author: kazi_kun
Beta: None
Rating: Currently SFW
Word Count: 1,347 (so far...)
Pairings: Currently None For Now
Genre: Action, Aventure, Some Gore, Mystery
Warnings:.Multiple Animes, Various Video Games
Disclaimer: If I owned any of this, I wouldn't be looking for work or applying for financal aid.
Summary: Based on Monty Oum's DEAD FANTASY videos
DEAD FANTASY. The hottest new massive multiplayer online RPG, that not only allows you to design your character down to the tiniest details but also puts yur character into a customize story-line that interconnects and crosses the paths of your fellow players, at different points in the game. Everyone in the Worlds follows their favorites and has raised them to viral stardom. Some captialize on that fame while others keep low profiles as much as possible. It's on the lips and minds of every single person, filling chatrooms, forums and the airwaves. And now, it's become something that no one saw coming....
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“Dead Fantasy”
Prologue
A young woman leapt over a gap in the path of carved stone, rolling when she pitched forward. She rolled back onto her feet and fluidly returned to running out of the forest-consumed temple, going for the large archway she could see ahead. Her pursuers weren’t discouraged by the near obstacle course she selected to put some distance between them.
She didn’t hesitate to throw herself across a void and into the tangle of vines that dangled her above a gaping darkness where the temple floor had collapsed into the levels below it. She climbed up into the vines using only her arms and was surprised by the slight jolt she received, causing her to look up at the origin of the vines. The old ceiling blocks were beginning to give way, meaning she had to hurry to the large window ahead of her, and she couldn’t waste the scant lead on her pursuers that she had gained.
Her boots thudded with old moss covered stones and she turned, her swinging vine still in her grasp. She gained a better grip on the organic rope and pulled sharply, ripping the long plant free. It was the faint grating and the sprinkling dust that told her she had selected well but it was the kick to remove a fragment of broken pillar the same size as her head, that really started to bring the roof down. She dropped the vine and launched herself into the air.
Twisting in the air, she cut her momentum with a flip onto the top of a remnant archway before racing down its length towards the rainforest just past what remained of the temple’s enclosed plaza ahead. The collapsing structure behind her shook her pathway dangerously and she picked up the pace. As her surface began to lean too dangerously, she launched herself those last few feet into the plaza, using a skidding shoulder roll to get back onto her feet.
The pace she had been forced to maintain momentarily caught up with her, threatening to drop her to her knees but a hand on the engraved stone kept even one knee from touching the stone floor. She glanced around, catching her breath as her pursuers surrounded her along the plaza’s outer edges and higher ground, the unspoken threat of overwhelming numbers crushing her if she didn’t surrender to them. She looked at her black clad opponents and took a deep gulp of oxygen before half lurching to her feet, her eyes falling on the part in the ranks that permitted their leader (marked with shoulder armor, a bladed chain whip and a metal visor) to step forward and capture her attention, his fingers caressing his the handle of his whip.
She looked for an exit, an opening she could take, her black hair swishing in its ponytail when she moved and her long earrings jingling as she turned her head. Her chest rose and fell beneath the short black t-shirt and dark colored vest that wasn’t quite fully zipped. Sweat glistened on the bare skin of her exposed stomach between her shirt hem and the belted waistband of her dark brown chap-covered jean legs, on her encircled throat and on the flesh of her exposed arms between her fingerless armored bracers and her hidden shoulders. Her long bangs threatened to stick to her face as her dark eyes searched for a way out.
She found no means of escape and turned her attention to the smug leader. His eyes shimmered with the knowledge that he had her cornered, that she wasn’t going to escape his grasp this time. She took a few more deep breaths of air, knowing he knew that she was fully aware that she was trapped.
“So, I’m gonna die here-is that the plan?” She asked of the leader.
The man, moving live a blur, snatched his whip off his belt and snapped it at her. She dodged the strike, dropping back on her butt. She swiftly dodged more strikes aimed at her, the end of the whip snapping and striking the ground in a sprinkle of moss, small plants and thin layers of stone chips. She got to her feet and in a move that was nearly invisible, the man finally landed a strike.
The end of his whip grazed her face, barely leaving a micron of space between it and the flesh of her cheek. The skin split as the man let out a barking laugh of triumph. She brought a hand to her face and gently dabbed the pads of her fingers to her wound, bringing them down to see for herself. She looked at the end of his recoiled whip and saw a single drop of blood fall from the tip.
First blood had been drawn.
“Right.” She murmured, straightening up from her failed dodge. The exhaustion, the panting-the exertion from her flight was suddenly gone and in the fleeing girl’s place, was someone far more unfriendly. “The time for games is now over.”
The man was surprised but he didn’t let her change catch him off guard. He readied his whip for another volley as his men drew their swords. She didn’t go for a weapon, only reaching towards the black hood connected to her vest.
“Just so you know,” She told her pursuers as she drew her hood over her head and spilled her hair down her shoulder, “I don’t take prisoners.”
She lowered her hands, only half her face now visible from the shadows cast by her hood.
“I take lives.”
The man let out a yell and flung his whip at her, his men all leaping into the air to attack her as one. She raised one of her arms in a block, letting the whip wrap itself around her forearm and giving her a chance to grip the long weapon in her protected hand, as she opened her eyes and trained them on the shocked leader of the descending men.
“No more mercy.”
Battle cries flowed out of the temple’s plaza, sending whatever remaining birds into the empty air. The clang-clang-clang of metal striking metal and of metal striking stone, caused any curious animal investigator to flee in fear of being drawn into the battle. And after what felt like an eternity of held breaths, the sound of battle fell eerily silent.
The sound of boots echoed dimly into the frighteningly still air as someone came out of the shadowed plaza. Dark splatters glittered crimson against dark leather and black armor while liquid scarlet shown like neon against pale flesh, a smug quirk on pale rose lips of the young woman as she strode into the open remains of the temple's plaza alone. She left the plaza behind as she headed for a rubbled pillar at the end of the plaza’s level.
She reached into the rubble and jerked out a pair of hiltless knives with a wrapped grip, slipping one into place along her spine beneath her vest. A weighty something dropped out of the rubble and caused her to smirk in triumph as she collected it. She loosened the strap of the long tubular container she withdrew from its hiding place and slipped it on over her hooded head. As she tightened the strap over her chest so it was secure, she looked back at the plaza.
“Better luck next time.”
She flipped her remaining knife over and slid into place beside its brother before turning away the plaza and tossing something over her shoulder. A dark can shaped item bounced and skidded into the plaza, spinning and rolling until it hit something that stopped its progression. The item snapped open, revealing a bright center with a beep, and as its light began to flicker, the beep responded in like, with the time between each sound soon had them blurring together.
And with a resounding beep, the resulting illuminating flash exposed the carnage she had left behind, in the dark lenses of her goggle-sided sunglasses, before she turned and disappeared into the rainforest without another trace.
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I was watching Monty Oum's vids on YouTube and it ease an unfortunately timed case of writer's block...well, for the moment. I know I'm in trouble for not updateing The Yang to My Yin and Shaping Molten Glass but nothing is flowing right and it's pissing me off. Not an emotion that's real productive for the more introspective parts of stories but wonderful for fight scenes and torture scenes.
Please tell me what you think. I'll update asap...along with the other two.
Oh, wish me luck--applying for a part time spot at Super Cuts as a receptionist! :)
Chapter Title: Prologue
Author: kazi_kun
Beta: None
Rating: Currently SFW
Word Count: 1,347 (so far...)
Pairings: Currently None For Now
Genre: Action, Aventure, Some Gore, Mystery
Warnings:.Multiple Animes, Various Video Games
Disclaimer: If I owned any of this, I wouldn't be looking for work or applying for financal aid.
Summary: Based on Monty Oum's DEAD FANTASY videos
DEAD FANTASY. The hottest new massive multiplayer online RPG, that not only allows you to design your character down to the tiniest details but also puts yur character into a customize story-line that interconnects and crosses the paths of your fellow players, at different points in the game. Everyone in the Worlds follows their favorites and has raised them to viral stardom. Some captialize on that fame while others keep low profiles as much as possible. It's on the lips and minds of every single person, filling chatrooms, forums and the airwaves. And now, it's become something that no one saw coming....
------------
“Dead Fantasy”
Prologue
A young woman leapt over a gap in the path of carved stone, rolling when she pitched forward. She rolled back onto her feet and fluidly returned to running out of the forest-consumed temple, going for the large archway she could see ahead. Her pursuers weren’t discouraged by the near obstacle course she selected to put some distance between them.
She didn’t hesitate to throw herself across a void and into the tangle of vines that dangled her above a gaping darkness where the temple floor had collapsed into the levels below it. She climbed up into the vines using only her arms and was surprised by the slight jolt she received, causing her to look up at the origin of the vines. The old ceiling blocks were beginning to give way, meaning she had to hurry to the large window ahead of her, and she couldn’t waste the scant lead on her pursuers that she had gained.
Her boots thudded with old moss covered stones and she turned, her swinging vine still in her grasp. She gained a better grip on the organic rope and pulled sharply, ripping the long plant free. It was the faint grating and the sprinkling dust that told her she had selected well but it was the kick to remove a fragment of broken pillar the same size as her head, that really started to bring the roof down. She dropped the vine and launched herself into the air.
Twisting in the air, she cut her momentum with a flip onto the top of a remnant archway before racing down its length towards the rainforest just past what remained of the temple’s enclosed plaza ahead. The collapsing structure behind her shook her pathway dangerously and she picked up the pace. As her surface began to lean too dangerously, she launched herself those last few feet into the plaza, using a skidding shoulder roll to get back onto her feet.
The pace she had been forced to maintain momentarily caught up with her, threatening to drop her to her knees but a hand on the engraved stone kept even one knee from touching the stone floor. She glanced around, catching her breath as her pursuers surrounded her along the plaza’s outer edges and higher ground, the unspoken threat of overwhelming numbers crushing her if she didn’t surrender to them. She looked at her black clad opponents and took a deep gulp of oxygen before half lurching to her feet, her eyes falling on the part in the ranks that permitted their leader (marked with shoulder armor, a bladed chain whip and a metal visor) to step forward and capture her attention, his fingers caressing his the handle of his whip.
She looked for an exit, an opening she could take, her black hair swishing in its ponytail when she moved and her long earrings jingling as she turned her head. Her chest rose and fell beneath the short black t-shirt and dark colored vest that wasn’t quite fully zipped. Sweat glistened on the bare skin of her exposed stomach between her shirt hem and the belted waistband of her dark brown chap-covered jean legs, on her encircled throat and on the flesh of her exposed arms between her fingerless armored bracers and her hidden shoulders. Her long bangs threatened to stick to her face as her dark eyes searched for a way out.
She found no means of escape and turned her attention to the smug leader. His eyes shimmered with the knowledge that he had her cornered, that she wasn’t going to escape his grasp this time. She took a few more deep breaths of air, knowing he knew that she was fully aware that she was trapped.
“So, I’m gonna die here-is that the plan?” She asked of the leader.
The man, moving live a blur, snatched his whip off his belt and snapped it at her. She dodged the strike, dropping back on her butt. She swiftly dodged more strikes aimed at her, the end of the whip snapping and striking the ground in a sprinkle of moss, small plants and thin layers of stone chips. She got to her feet and in a move that was nearly invisible, the man finally landed a strike.
The end of his whip grazed her face, barely leaving a micron of space between it and the flesh of her cheek. The skin split as the man let out a barking laugh of triumph. She brought a hand to her face and gently dabbed the pads of her fingers to her wound, bringing them down to see for herself. She looked at the end of his recoiled whip and saw a single drop of blood fall from the tip.
First blood had been drawn.
“Right.” She murmured, straightening up from her failed dodge. The exhaustion, the panting-the exertion from her flight was suddenly gone and in the fleeing girl’s place, was someone far more unfriendly. “The time for games is now over.”
The man was surprised but he didn’t let her change catch him off guard. He readied his whip for another volley as his men drew their swords. She didn’t go for a weapon, only reaching towards the black hood connected to her vest.
“Just so you know,” She told her pursuers as she drew her hood over her head and spilled her hair down her shoulder, “I don’t take prisoners.”
She lowered her hands, only half her face now visible from the shadows cast by her hood.
“I take lives.”
The man let out a yell and flung his whip at her, his men all leaping into the air to attack her as one. She raised one of her arms in a block, letting the whip wrap itself around her forearm and giving her a chance to grip the long weapon in her protected hand, as she opened her eyes and trained them on the shocked leader of the descending men.
“No more mercy.”
Battle cries flowed out of the temple’s plaza, sending whatever remaining birds into the empty air. The clang-clang-clang of metal striking metal and of metal striking stone, caused any curious animal investigator to flee in fear of being drawn into the battle. And after what felt like an eternity of held breaths, the sound of battle fell eerily silent.
The sound of boots echoed dimly into the frighteningly still air as someone came out of the shadowed plaza. Dark splatters glittered crimson against dark leather and black armor while liquid scarlet shown like neon against pale flesh, a smug quirk on pale rose lips of the young woman as she strode into the open remains of the temple's plaza alone. She left the plaza behind as she headed for a rubbled pillar at the end of the plaza’s level.
She reached into the rubble and jerked out a pair of hiltless knives with a wrapped grip, slipping one into place along her spine beneath her vest. A weighty something dropped out of the rubble and caused her to smirk in triumph as she collected it. She loosened the strap of the long tubular container she withdrew from its hiding place and slipped it on over her hooded head. As she tightened the strap over her chest so it was secure, she looked back at the plaza.
“Better luck next time.”
She flipped her remaining knife over and slid into place beside its brother before turning away the plaza and tossing something over her shoulder. A dark can shaped item bounced and skidded into the plaza, spinning and rolling until it hit something that stopped its progression. The item snapped open, revealing a bright center with a beep, and as its light began to flicker, the beep responded in like, with the time between each sound soon had them blurring together.
And with a resounding beep, the resulting illuminating flash exposed the carnage she had left behind, in the dark lenses of her goggle-sided sunglasses, before she turned and disappeared into the rainforest without another trace.
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I was watching Monty Oum's vids on YouTube and it ease an unfortunately timed case of writer's block...well, for the moment. I know I'm in trouble for not updateing The Yang to My Yin and Shaping Molten Glass but nothing is flowing right and it's pissing me off. Not an emotion that's real productive for the more introspective parts of stories but wonderful for fight scenes and torture scenes.
Please tell me what you think. I'll update asap...along with the other two.
Oh, wish me luck--applying for a part time spot at Super Cuts as a receptionist! :)