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| I Met A Stranger; Personal Saga, Complete. | |
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| Topic Started: May 8 2009, 04:45 AM (310 Views) | |
| perfectchaos0z | May 8 2009, 04:45 AM Post #1 |
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Who am I? Spopovich had been though a lot in his life. He didn't even know how old he was. And now he was pretty aimless... it hadn't been very long since he had come back from Hell but it seemed like forever. Already he had defeated a demon easily. Was he stronger now? Did he have another purpose for fighting? Was there a purpose? He didn't know the answers. He didn't know what he wanted to be, wanted to do with his life. He never had. He just liked to pummel people. He was a sadist, at heart... and he liked the attention of crowds, liked wowing them, liked humiliating his opponents. Where did this stem from? Spopovich looked back on his life and wondered... The big bruiser was born when a couple of kids fresh out of high school got stupid and had unprotected sex. He was so massive when he came out he pretty much killed his mom when he came out, but she hung on for another year. They weren't sure what killed her in the end, whether the birth itself or it aggravating some condition she had. She was a fighter, though, he never knew her. This forced his Dad to put his dreams on hold and get a job- construction. And he never took his dreams off hold. He worked that thankless menial job till the day he died. There was only one person in his mind to blame for all this misfortune, and that was little Spopovich. Whom received daily beatings and was called a sissy, a girl, and not a real man in the least. This was his Father figure growing up. The man never gave him a smidge of affection, but from what he heard of his mom she was a stand-up lady. He wondered how things would had been different had the strands of fate not screwed him that day. How much pain and heartache would they all have been spared had there never been a boy named Spopovich? |
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| perfectchaos0z | May 8 2009, 04:46 AM Post #2 |
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That stuff didn't matter anymore. So what if his Dad had been like that? He had gotten used to it over time, so much so that it didn't matter anymore. And if it didn't matter then, then it didn't matter now either. School was always a chore too, wasn't it? He was never very smart, and people picked on him for that. And also because, back then, he was fat. Pretty huge for a kid, too. Probably from drowning his sorrows in food back then, he hadn't discovered alcohol yet. He hated how they picked on him, he wanted to humiliate them in front of everyone too... Maybe that's why he liked to fight. Each person he fights he imagines as one of his old bullies, and hes just humiliating them like they did him... The large warrior shrugged. He still didn't feel any better. Felt like he knew himself anymore. All he knew was next he started trying to work out with his Dads equipment, and was beaten for it. The next little bit was a blur... but at some point in the next couple of years he was being chased by some local bullies and this guy named Frank saved him. Frank owned a gym and let him start coming there to work out, and he still never knew why Frank was ever so nice to him. Frank taught him a few things about fighting, and used to be a champion boxer before he got too old. He also introduced him to his first steroids. That bulked him up real fast. And he remembered the first time he beat the hell out of one of those stupid kids.... and the look of shock and disgust on everyone's face. He loved that look. And he loved Frank, who was more a Father to him then anyone ever was. He still teared up a bit when ever he remembered the summer Frank died. |
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| perfectchaos0z | May 8 2009, 04:47 AM Post #3 |
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From where he was on the bench, sitting, and thinking, he couldn't see much of what was happening down the street. But he did hear signs of a struggle. But it didn't involve him. It didn't involve him at all. With a bit of a glance, he dosed some juice and went back into his contemplations. Frank had died that summer... leaving him alone. He wished his real Father had died instead, but fates are not kind. The gym was closed down with no one suitable enough to run it, by Frank's real son. A greedy wiry little brat that cared nothing for his Dad or for fighting. It was a couple of years of getting stronger and doing some undisciplined training before graduation was approaching. Not having any where to go after graduating, and free for the first time, he took the first offer on the table. The Army. Said they could send him to college, so he signed up. Spopovich was in the army for a number of years, finally learning how to discipline himself sometimes, but still being very lazy. He continued to dose during this period as well, and even got into some worse stuff. It was in the army he met Yamu, and a fast friendship formed. He didn't know much of Yamu's past or what he really did, and wasn't inclined to ask, but they kind of fell into it. Spopovich wasn't some loser, he'd had friends before, but none since or before as great as Yamu. Spopovich was later dishonorably discharged after having a round with one of his superior officers. He had never liked people abusing their authority or telling him what to do- or people weaker or stupider then him in charge. So, with once again no where left to go, he tried out college, but it wasn't for him. He dropped out after two years to bum around Europe. He heard his real Dad dying during this time. He didn't attend the funeral. |
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| perfectchaos0z | May 8 2009, 04:47 AM Post #4 |
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Spopovich went as long as he could without picking up a job, but eventually did and became a construction worker. This wasn't so bad, and he picked up another lifelong friend in Mikhail. Him, Mikhail, and Yamu (when he was around), used to cruise the towns at night looking for trouble and ladies. These were pretty good times, but he still felt unfulfilled in this time of his life. Sure, the occasional bar room scrap was great, but... That word again. But... but what? What was the point of his life? They were wild boys alright, but this couldn't last forever, and one night while drugged off his ass Spopovich was arrested for assault, drunk and disorderly conduct, and drug use. Since it was his first counted offense, they got it talked down to only a few years in Prison. Spopovich had a lot of time to think while in jail, and fight a lot of people, and decided he didn't want to be a construction worker for the rest of his life. And he also wanted to get clean of the drugs.... only alcohol and the occasional steroids for him. He had a lot of time to read in Prison and realized, with little distractions in jail, that he wasn't ever just dumb, he just didn't apply himself. He didn't care about what they were teaching. Deciding to not give college a try again though, he just went along with the dumb persona most people expected when they saw him. No need to impress people. Once he got out, he didn't try to get his job back at the construction site (the same one his Dad had worked at, in fact... he didn't know what to think of that now) and went out to find what he wanted to do. It would be a long and hard road before... he wasn't even sure he knew now. |
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| perfectchaos0z | May 8 2009, 04:48 AM Post #5 |
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Sure, he still kept in contact with Mikhail and Yamu, just not as much. He didn't want to think about what he did after that. But durring that time he went out and participated in his first tournament later that same year after getting out of Prison. And he loved it, so he kept at it. And he kept getting better. People found that he could take a beating almost like no other. He was tough. That was his thing. And he loved it. He loved the crowds. He felt important in front of the crowds, beating the other guy down and them praising you for it. And he kept doing tournaments... Spopovich told Yamu about this and found that Yamu had too started to participate in tournaments, whether by fate or because Spopovich had already told him about it some other time he didn't know. They became a tag team after a while, and no one could stand up to them together. They fought separately if they had to, but they were hell on wheels together. And then everything went to hell. Literally. After years of doing this, Yamu came to him with this guy named Babidi... and he found out people were out there much much stronger then he could ever hope to be... it was depressing. So of course he took Babidi's offer to fight ghosts and demons and aliens and whatever. Weird stuff he had never even thought about in his seemingly normal life. He learned how to fly even. Weird... but still, the weirder it got, the funner it was. Till he died, of course. That was torture that he won't recount here. And not just physical. Mental. Boredom. Terrible times... But he was free from some unusual circumstance... and what was he doing with his life and his second chance? The same damn thing he did before. Nothing. Sitting here just thinking about what he should be doing. That was Spopovich. Who was he? |
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| perfectchaos0z | May 8 2009, 04:50 AM Post #6 |
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A scream broke him once more from his contemplations. It seemed the struggle down the road had gotten closer. He could nearly see the shapes now. It had been made his problem. A gunman was chasing what looked to be a brutally beaten woman down the street. She didn't look to be a fighter... which was pretty low, in Spopovich's book. But he didn't say anything and she ran by. Didn't even bother to ask for his help. Did he look like he wouldn't help? He probably looked just as bad as the gunman. The gunman was following her, slowly. Because she was slowing down. She had been beaten and shot. She probably wouldn't survive anyway. As the gunman walked by Spopovich, he tilted his head at him. "Better stay out of my way." He muttered, before going on. Well. That guy was really wanting a good old fashioned Spopovich beat-down. And, unluckily for him, Spopovich was still raging. The muscles of his body were tense, his anger level was still high, his eyes pulsed. Moving for the first time in what seemed like forever, the burly terror rose slowly from the bench where he had been sitting for the past couple of hours. His overcoat was blown in a sudden up-draft. He heard another gunshot piece the night. He was shooting her in the leg. Having fun with it. He was laughing. Spopovich would have fun with it. And he would laugh. The gunman probably didn't know what hit him at first. He had hit him with the power of a truck, bringing a fist down against his face so hard he went flying. Impossible, by human standards. But the gunman wasn't dead. Ah, the human body... The gunman was shouting into his radio, that Spopovich had just noticed. He wasn't concerned, however, and walked over with an even pace. The last sound the guy on the other end heard was the gunman's increasingly gurgled speech finally ending as Spopovich turned him into ground meat. And he laughed. |
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| perfectchaos0z | May 8 2009, 04:52 AM Post #7 |
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Spopovich noticed his hands were hitting just concrete after a little while, and rose from his work. It was hard transforming a human being into ground meat. He watched the corpse, wondering about his actions. He wasn't averse to killing people, in fact, he had killed those cultists just last week. But it was still a weighing action. He turned his attention to the woman, and she stiffened away from him. He walked over, undaunted, and grabbed her by the arm. "What have I gotten myself into?" His voice came out sounding more like a growl. When was the last time he had spoke? Had he truly become an animal by going deep inside him mind... unable to express anything but though his fists? "Who are you?" He repeated more urgently. "I- he-..." She gurgled, and gasped, looking like she had a terrible experience. "Slowly." "I saw him..." "The gunman?" "No, the gunman worked for him! But, let me tell you- he has a bomb! He plans to blow up the whole city... from... and I saw him, but he tried to kill... oh god i'm dying..." The woman said weakly, laying in an increasingly growing pool of her own blood. "Yeah... you are. You could never get to the hospital in time." Spopovich said gravely, taking her hand. "You... saved a lot of people by telling me this. Don't worry about the afterlife- if you've been good enough-" Then what? Spopovich didn't know... he knew what happened if you were bad enough. And it sure wasn't anything any religion ever advised. Just pain and nothing. And he sure didn't see any God while he was over there. "You think... I'll see my mom again?" She said, tears steaming freely now. "I'm sure of it." Spopovich said, uncharacteristically kind, he held her hand. "What is his name?" "Howard Traven." He stayed with her till the end. |
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| perfectchaos0z | May 8 2009, 04:54 AM Post #8 |
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Howard Traven wasn't a name he knew. And he wasn't sure why this guy would want to blow anything up. Probably not the entire city. Maybe just a building. She was probably delusional. But this was his city. He had come here for answers, and found only more questions. He had grown up here as a kid, but now his home was gone, his old school was closed down. Only questions. And this task now set before him. Mid City wouldn't be destroyed today or any day. But he knew some under city connections here. He would find them. He would run out every lead and backwater contact he had from back here in these old and bad times. Find out this story. Where ever there was a tale there was a tattletale to tell it. _ "I'm looking for Howard Traven." This was a question he repeated often in the next several hours, investigating and searching for clues. No one knew that name. But he had gotten one solid lead... that lead him back to place he never wanted to see again. The gunman wasn't just some pansy with a gun, he was a professional. A mercenary. Spopovich had swiped his money and I.D. And people knew that name. A name that lead back to Raspution and his crew. His band of mercenaries that he hired out to anyone with a dirty job. A band of people that Spopovich worked for right after he got out of prison. Someone in prison had referred him, impressed by his skills. They had accepted him readily, because of how powerful he was then. So in order to save this old shell of his memories, he had to face his darkest past. He would have to go see Raspution... and who knows what would happen after that. Nothing good, that was for sure. |
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| perfectchaos0z | May 8 2009, 04:56 AM Post #9 |
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You couldn't just quit Rasputin's band. In fact, you couldn't quit at all. You just had to leave and hope you were faster then the rest of them. Maybe that was subconsciously why he hadn't won a tournament in a while... nah, he just wasn't able to win. But now he was walking right into their loving arms. It was a non-descriptive building that didn't advertise its product. You wouldn't have went in unless you knew what that product was. And Spopovich knew. He walked right up the counter, where Trish sat. "I need to see Raspution." Spopovich said evenly, putting his hand down on the counter. "There is no one here by-... Raspution isn't seeing.... Spopovich?" She said, turning pale. She looked like she had seen a ghost which, well, she was technically right. "Yeah, that's me. Is he going to see me or not?" Spopovich demanded. "He'd probably kill you as soon as look at you..." Trish offered, looking down. She tried to look busy and ignore him. "I'm going in anyway." Spopovich said, feeling pretty pissed by this point. He busted past her and took the elevator. Eight floors. What a show off. He didn't like this one bit, not at all. Didn't like what he was going to have to do or relive. When he arrived, he brushed past anyone who tried to stop him. Luckily, most of them didn't recognize him. A lot of new recruits. Older members would be out on missions. He busted right into Raspution's office though the large double doors. "Hello Spopovich. Trish told me you were coming up." The wiry man said from his large comfy chair behind his expensive desk. He was dressed finely, a suit more then Spopovich could afford. But don't let his appearance fool you. He leads a band of mercenaries for a reason. "I need a favor." |
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| perfectchaos0z | May 8 2009, 05:38 AM Post #10 |
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"Does the name Howard Traven mean anything to you?" Spopovich asked, watching his face for any signs of reaction. He saw none. That was a bad sign. Maybe he had come here for nothing. "What about this?" He asked again, throwing the gunman's I.D. on the table. He watched it slide towards Rasputin till the other man stopped it with his hand. The band leader tentatively picked it up and stared at the picture. He looked spooked. "Who did you hire him to?" "We..." Rasputin took a moment to compose himself. He swallowed hard. "We hadn't hired him to anyone. He was taking a vacation." The director of the band explained, still not quite back to his unfapable self. "Bullshit." Spopovich shot back, slamming his fist down on the desk. "Well, let me be the first to tell you- his vacation was cut short." The burly warrior said darkly, spinning on his heel and pacing a bit. "Now tell me who Howard Traven is!" "I don't know... but, you know the Organization can find out, Spopovich." Rasputin said cunningly, leaning forward to bring his hands together. Spopovich could see he had an angle. "We just need a little favor from you as well..." "You want me to come back, is that it?" "You never left, Spopovich." Rasputin smirked, leaning back. "But we're willing to overlook that and do you this service if you perform one final job for us. You remember when you were working for us... you once were a bodyguard for a young Prince of a certain small country? Well, now that Prince has become a King and his interests no longer fall in line with our payroll backers. We're going to send you in as his bodyguard once more, since he trusts you, and you will kill him." That smile wasn't a very pleasant one. |
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| perfectchaos0z | May 8 2009, 06:05 AM Post #11 |
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Rasputin wouldn't just let him walk away from the organization, no hard feelings. He wouldn't years ago and he wouldn't this time either. But he would do this job anyway, because it was the only thing he had to go on. But just this one. "You know I have nothing against killing." Spopovich said, watching him. "But I knew that kid, what changed him?" "Life, Spopovich, life. It changes us all." Rasputin said, pouring himself a shot of the old liquor he kept in his second drawer. That never changed. Spopovich didn't ask for one. "Yeah... it sure does." "You still owe a debt to us. You're still a part of this band till death do you part." "Oh, hey... I actually died, you know." Spopovich chuckled for the first time since that morning. "Went to hell for a while." He added for impact, resisting a smile. "Well..." Rasputin smirked, a little mirthful as well. "Since you're standing right here I'm going to say that one didn't count." The old mercenary said, smoothing out some wrinkles in his suit. "I'll do it, sure." Spopovich finally said, stepping up to shake Rasputin's hand. Like old friends. But they weren't. Far from it. _ Several hours later, Spopovich was on the first flight to an undisclosed location to meet his target for the evening. He sighed resentfully. Nothing ever changed, contrary to Rasputin's claim. Here he was, working for Rasputin, just like he said he would never do again. The plane ride was short and had bad food, but all in all it was a nice breather. He met the King at the airport there, and they chatted for a while. He didn't seem very different. And the people seemed to like him. He wasn't a tyrant. He seemed more like an idealist. And the people who hire guys like him don't like their ideas. |
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| perfectchaos0z | May 8 2009, 05:33 PM Post #12 |
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They talked all day, the King and Spopovich. They discussed his new policies and what he had been up to since last time they met. Apparently, he was getting married tomorrow. His new policies would revolutionize this country, and remove the terrible serf lifestyle they had before. People could dream now. Spopovich told him it sounded too optimistic to change all this, and the King told him that some people had to be optimistic to make up for the pessimist. They both agreed to wait and see how it would turn out. So he wouldn't be disturbed, Spopovich was placed as his only guard outside his room because he trusted him. And then, in the middle of the night, Spopovich went in and broke his neck in his sleep. He was on the next plane out. _ Guilt wasn't a foreign concept to Spopovich. He felt it always, but choose to ignore it. It nagged at him, like a tumor in his mind. The plane ride seemed longer this time, like he was held down by an invisible wait. The movie was no help. Maybe he should have just flown regular... but he didn't feel like having that freedom right now. His thoughts drifted back to the past when he knew the Prince. He was a lot more sure of himself then. But it was probably just a mask he couldn't see though, even now, looking back. He was never sure of himself. He just acts cocky... acts like he does. To keep everyone at arms length? He had liked that boy, even today meeting him. Arms length was enough to break someones neck. Sigh... Howard Traven. That was the only real thing that mattered at the moment. Bringing him down before he destroys Mid City. He had been gone a day. He hoped it wasn't too late. |
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| perfectchaos0z | May 8 2009, 05:44 PM Post #13 |
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"Rasputin?" Spopovich barked, walking into the majestic office of the Organization leader, Rasputin himself. The man looked at him, before his mouth cracked into a smile. "I heard it was done... you'll be paid your usual am-" "I don't want your goddamn money! Tell me what you know about Howard Traven, now!" Spopovich growled, not stopping his walk up to the desk and slamming his fist down on it, cracking it. It sagged in the middle. Rasputin looked unimpressed. "That desk was seven-thousand dollars." He complained, pulling out a thin manila envelope. "Here, this is all we could find out about him." The man said with a slight tremor in his voice, before handing over the file. It was pretty detailed, considering. It had a picture of the man, some sort of older gentleman. It even had information on where he was right now. But Spopovich expected.. "Of course, you know we can't let you leave." Rasputin continued, "We appreciate your years of service..." The commander droned on, as Spopovich's ears heard the footsteps of several armed soldiers coming to meet him. Surrounding him on all sides. Didn't seem fair. There were only a couple hundred of them. Spopovich turned to face them, and as he did, Rasputin bolted to get away. Before Spopovich could go after him, the soldiers opened fire and Spopovich jumped to get behind the desk. Sure, he could handle the occasional gunshot, but why risk it? They continued firing and he peeked out, looking for the nearest one. He waited till he was reloading, then rushed him. "Wolf Fang Fist!" He shouted, disappearing into thin air and appearing behind the guard, executing a perfect Speed Teleport before laying him out with a couple of punches and stealing his gun. He ducked behind a pillar as the rest resumed shooting at his new location. He come out of his cover to shoot back, the automatic weapon making sort work of one of them as he ran towards another bit of cover. |
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| perfectchaos0z | May 8 2009, 05:53 PM Post #14 |
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The merchant of death dove for the cover of a statue, putting his back to it and rolling around to the other side to catch some more off-guard and plugging them with his assault rifle. He came around another bend to find another soldier, but when he tried to fire his gun sounded the forlorn cry of being empty. Click-click-click. The soldier smirked back at him and fired, the bullet coming out in the blink of an eye and hitting Spopovich right in the forehead. The bullet flattened itself against his cranium, totally ineffective. Now it was Spopovich's time to chuckle a bit, running up the guard and throwing a punch but stopping right in front of his face. The frightened soldier was sweating bullets and nearly fainted right there, but settled for pissing himself. Then a blast of energy came forth from the burly warriors hand, sending the soldier flying. Spopovich picked up two of the assault rifles from his defeated foes and charged the platform where the rest of the mercenaries were, guarding Rasputin's escape. He started to fire as they did, cutting right though their ranks and laughing like a maniac the entire time, enjoying the slaughter of it all. When he ran out of bullets, he settled for using his gun like a club though the forces. He scattered them running, they weren't using to dealing with a death machine. Hell, he barely recognized most of them. There were a lot of new recruits. Green. By the time he got though, Rasputin's plane was taking off already so Spopovich grabbed onto the wheel of it as it lifted off, and dangled there helplessly. Sometimes he forgot he could fly. He tried to pull himself up, but had a hard time getting a good grip. Things went well for a while, before Rasputin noticed and leaned out the door. "This is where you get off, Spopovich!" |
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| perfectchaos0z | May 8 2009, 06:05 PM Post #15 |
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"This is the end of the road for you, Rasputin!" The hero of our tale shot back, noticing Rasputin's gun. "Conventional weapons don't work on me... haha." "I know, that's why I had this little baby built so I could handle punks and freaks guns don't kill... you know when aliens came by? Well, a good personal friend of mine snuck into their ship and stole one of these babies." He continued, pulling out what looked to be a modified arm blaster. "We made it a hell of a lot better, I guess humans are just smarter! Whoever Freiza is, he can suck my left nut." Rasputin said, laughing manically. Sounded like he practiced. Luckily, Spopovich had been using this time to get closer to the door, which unfortunately Rasputin noticed and started firing at him. The burly menace had nearly reached the door, when... "Ugh!" The shot pierced though him, making him lose his grip... he wondered if the ground miles below could kill him... before he hoisted up though the door by Rasputin, them slamming it behind him. Then everything went dark. _ "Spopovich... Spopovich..." The distant voice of Rasputin called to him. He woke up chained down to a chair. They laughed. This wasn't going to be pretty. "What the fuck is this?" Spopovich barked out. "Well, well, well, sleepy head." Rasputin said, from right across Spopovich in a nice chair. Looked like they were inside the plane and it was quite lush. Along with Rasputin, there were several elite guards equipped with the modified arm blasters, an older man that looked like The General of Kentucky Fried Chicken, and a nerdy guy Spopovich could pick his teeth with. "This is the scientist that..." "My name is Brian Crandell... and I developed and reproduced the MLX-94s." He said, gesturing to the blasters. "Are you sure he can't get loose?" |
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| perfectchaos0z | May 8 2009, 06:16 PM Post #16 |
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"Of course he can't get loose." Kentucky Fried shot back, "He is restrained. You're just lucky you got on the plane before..." "My base was rigged to destroy everything in case something like this happened." Rasputin said with anger. He leaned up to Spopovich. "You owe me a base you son of a bitch." "I know, I, uh, built the thing." Brian said in a nastily voice. "Oh, how rude of me. This well-dressed gentleman is one of our biggest donaters. He is a very important customer and personal friend." Rasputin said, gesturing to Kentucky Fried. "I'm just sorry you had to be there when something like this went down." "Oh, no, no trouble at all, Rasputin. I love the gift you gave to make it up to me." Kentucky Fried smiled eerily at Spopovich. The burly warrior looked from Kentucky Fried to Rasputin. "Didn't I tell you, Spopovich? Mr. Fairfax here loves to torture people. For information or no reason at all, really... and I thought he'd absolutely love to have someone as durable as you to play with. Someone who won't die quickly after he really gets started. Someone he can just be creative with." He said as he put his hand on Kentucky Fried's shoulder, and then he let out another one his trademark maniacal laughs. Spopovich just stared at him. "Well, lets just get started." Mr. Fairfax said, standing and moving over to Spopovich. He started small, with a knife that wouldn't pierce him, and then moved onto bigger things. "Sorry to stain your carpet, Rasputin." "No problem at all, Mr. Fairfax. Enjoy. Its my gift to you for the inconvenience. The cleaner is coming in Wednesday." Rasputin said mirthfully. The next couple of minutes were gruesome, with the camera cutting away and terrible things happening to poor Spopovich. His screams were chilling, and the crunching noises left little to the imagination. |
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| perfectchaos0z | May 8 2009, 06:26 PM Post #17 |
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Brain had to leave during this exchange. Mr. Fairfax was enjoying himself, and Rasputin was just watching. But Spopovich was looking around, trying to find something so he could... "Huh?" Fairfax said, as Spopovich grabbed his collar with his now free hand. The sadist then twisted himself around so he could hold the white suited man in front of him, and he was holding his arm around his neck. Rasputin looked startled. "How did you-" "Cut the chatter." Spopovich gasped out, moving along the floor. "I know this guy is important to you so just get out of my way and I won't..." He noticed some soldiers moving up behind him. He just had to move a little further and... There it was. "Get him!" Rasputin yelled, signaling all his guards to move in. Spopovich broke Fairfax's neck with a single twist, eliciting a last near scream from the man, and dodged past a shot from a nearby mercenaries. The blast streaked though the cabin, hitting the pilot's door and right though the pilot, killing him. Now the plane was out of control. Spopovich dropped though the panel to the next level, getting to the center of the plane. He grabbed a parachute and opened the door roughly, before jumping out into open air. He popped a Sensu Bean out of his pouch as he fell, recovering from those terrible injuries. Rasputin was right on his heels with several of his mercenaries, and they grabbed the last remaining parachutes. "What about me?" Brian said scaredly as the plane started to tilt nose ward. "I'm sorry, Brian... there isn't one for you!" Rasputin yelled, pissed off, and kicked him out the still open door from where they were holding onto the plane and getting parachuted up. Rasputin and his guards finished before leaping out of the plane after Spopovich, determined not to let him escape. |
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| perfectchaos0z | May 8 2009, 06:35 PM Post #18 |
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Spopovich looked back as he free-fell, noticing seven bodies falling after him. He cursed to himself, and tried to fall faster. Rasputin and his gang were already doing that, however, and were nearly up to him. They started firing at him, making him unable to launch his parachute. Spopovich grabbed the first one that got close enough, punching right though him and stealing his arm blaster before using it to blast at the rest of them. One of them had panicked early and had his parachute opened, so Spopovich shot though it. Looked like he didn't need to worry about that one. They traded aerial acrobatics for a while, the soldiers not nearly as good as Spopovich in the air, before the burly warrior grabbed the last one and slammed him into a different soldier. They were both knocked unconscious and falling. This allowed Rasputin to sneak up on him and grab him, putting his own blaster to Spopovich's head. "Drop the blaster." He threatened, making Spopovich let the thing float off in mid air. "Well, well, well... time to die." He said darkly, before another body slammed into them both. It was Brian, desperate not to die. "Please, please, please..." Brian muttered to what ever deity was listening, trying to desperately grab onto both Spopovich's and Rasputin's parachute packs. "Let go of me, you fool!" Rasputin said desperately. "Whats the matter, Rasputin, scared?" Spopovich mocked, looking unconcerned. They both eventually freed themselves of the guy, and Rasputin shot the unfortunate scientist several times. Then Spopovich opened his parachute. Rasputin did too, but then he shot holes in Spopovich's one, making it useless. "Haha, looks like I win, Spopovich!" He looked startled when Spopovich seemed to float there, and take off his parachute pack to fly over to Rasputin. "Sorry, comrade, I can fly." Spopovich simply told him, seemingly breaking Rasputin's mind, as the leader of the organization allowed the warrior to unhook his parachute and Spopovich watched as he plummeted to his doom. |
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| perfectchaos0z | May 8 2009, 06:45 PM Post #19 |
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Spopovich landed right after, to see if the mushed up pile of gore that landed on Mid Street was really dead. It seemed like Rasputin was gone. He pulled out the manila folder and took another look at it, before blasting off into the sky again in search of that building. The stunned onlookers had no comment. The sky scrapper Howard Traven was in looked to be a very large office building, holding all sorts of records and important documents probably. Spopovich had to be fast. He landed and ran up to the door. "Hey, you can't go in there!" The guard of the building said, stopping him. "You obviously don't work here, so..." Spopovich didn't even bother trying to talk his way inside, opting to simply smack the guard upside the head and run by. He hoped he didn't kill him. He ran down the pristine halls, asking everyone there if they knew a Howard Traven. No one did. If I was a mad man planning to blow up the city, where would I be? Spopovich ran the stairs, faster then the elevator, and went to nearly every floor turning up with nothing. He cursed himself loudly, and by this time was being watched by several workers and security. They talked into their microphones. One approached him and grabbed his arm. "Sir, you're going to have to leave..." The guard said simply, trying to pull him along. "No, there a bomb in this building and I'm going to find it!" He yelled out, breaking away from the guard and bolting. This panicked the gathered office workers, while the cops tried to assure them there was nothing to be worried about. They looked like frightened cattle ready for a stampede. But there was something to be worried about. In the basement, of course! |
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| perfectchaos0z | May 8 2009, 07:00 PM Post #20 |
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The trip to the basement was quick as he ran down the stairs faster then the security. He had to get to the basement fast and stop all this. The same thought struck him again. Why was he doing all this? What did he care if someone wanted to blow up Mid City? Because people can't just blow things up. That sounded like a good reason. He burst into the room below, startling the guy in there. There was also a huge machine. Spiderwebs covered the room. When was the last time anyone was in here? "Howard Traven?" He asked, looking at the single person in this room. It appeared that the person in here had regained his composure. He didn't look like a hired gun, either. He was way too young. This was obviously Howard. The one he had been looking for. Someone who was just a kid. "Yeah... I am, I am, and if you think you can stop me, you're wrong!" He shouted, pulling out a detonator. Spopovich took a step back. This explosion might be too big for him to handle and survive. This kid looked like he might go off at any minute. But why hadn't he detonated it yet. "Listen, kid... you don't want to blow up this building." Spopovich said, swallowing hard. None of this made any sense. Wasn't Howard Traven an old guy? The fighter watched him for any sign of movement. "Blow up the building?" The kid suddenly spoke, "I'm going to blow up the whole city!" He shouted, causing Spopovich to gasp. She hadn't misheard it? "How could you possibility blow up an entire city?!" Spopovich said, startled by the news. "Because I have this bomb... that harasses the power of chi itself that will eradicate everything in its path!" The kid said, hovering his finger over the button. |
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| perfectchaos0z | May 8 2009, 07:12 PM Post #21 |
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And then he pressed it. The end. "No, oh shit!" Spopovich said, jumping for it too late. The button had been pressed. The machine was armed. It would destroy everything. "Why, kid, why?!" He yelled, grabbing him by the shoulders. "Because this damn city didn't do anything when my parents died and stuck me in a horrible home, so I wanted to make them feel the loss that I felt. They killed my Father, Howard Traven, and my mother, Natasha..." The kid yelled back at him. "Natasha?!" Spopovich said, flashes of the beautiful woman he once knew flashing though his mind. A fellow mercenary working for Rasputin. They met while working the same job, and started a romance that almost ended in... well... Natasha always wanted to get out of that life. Things just didn't work out that way. He left her behind. And she met Howard Traven, got out, and had this kid. And something happened to her. No wonder the organization was helping... everyone loved Natasha. Why didn't Rasputin tell him? Now he was holding the last bit of Natasha in his hands, nearly crushing the life out of them while a bomb nearby counted down to kill them both and everyone in this city. So, that is why the kid did it... he couldn't really blame him now. Maybe he was making the right decision in killing all those ungrateful souls. Maybe he was just biased, insane, or... Spopovich dropped the kid and walked quickly over to the bomb itself, studying it. It was a typical looking device, but he sensed a high power level coming from it. How was that even possible? This device could deliver a blast big enough to blow up more then just the city even... "There is no way to shut it off!" The kid said, helpfully. "What a minute? This bomb runs on chi energy, to produce an explosion big enough to be capable of that..." Spopovich thought out loud. And then the bomb went off. |
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| perfectchaos0z | May 8 2009, 07:20 PM Post #22 |
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Spopovich was focusing on the blast, trying to form something out of it as the energy swirling around. He wasn't totally obliterated by the initial wave so that was a good sign. The building was coming down around him just from the shock of so much energy. Good odds. He heard the kid screaming about something behind him. If this building came down, they were in the bottom part... even if he survived he didn't know if he could dig himself out again. The energy burned his hands, but he wasn't going to let it spread. It was his job to contain it. It was his fault. The mistakes of his past were contained in his ball of energy. A piece of metal bar hit him in the back. This thing was really coming down hard. He swallowed hard, concentrated, and took the full energy into himself. He felt like he was going to explode. And he nearly might have, sucking that energy down... before it burst out from him again, hitting the building. This whole place was coming down right then and there. Spopovich turned to escape, running by, before peeking back and noticing the kid was trapped under a piece of metal and couldn't get out. It was coming down fast... Spopovich knew if he went back for him, neither of them would get out in time. With a final regretful glance, he left the kid and his last link to Natasha behind. _ Spopovich dug himself out from the minimal rubble an hour later. He didn't get out of the building, but at least he got somewhere where he wouldn't be buried forever. The blast didn't kill him. He looked around, noticing all the other buildings were still standing... and smiled. It only destroyed one building. A handful of lives in comparison to this whole place. He dusted himself off and went walking away, before being stopped on the street by a news crew. They made him say a few words about what he thought of this devastation, this senselessness.... and he told them what he thought. |
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| perfectchaos0z | May 8 2009, 07:27 PM Post #23 |
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I met a stranger today. Spopovich thought to himself, a sad crying woman who told me of this plot and sent him out to face his past. Earlier he was thinking about what point there was to his life. He never got married, and he probably would never be married. He only lived to kill and destroy. Was that his true purpose? Then maybe he belonged back in hell with all the others. He was a sadistic, he loved a crowd, he loved to harm and do whatever he pleased... but there was another side there that was a contradiction. Which one should he choose? Wasting his life to save people or... Wasting his life either way. Natasha was a painful memory and now he had absolutely no link to her. Maybe he could have talked to her kid, seen what she was like... have some small piece of her. But he left him behind to save himself. Was his life really that important to himself? Why? So that he can sit here at the bar and drink himself stupid thinking about his miserable life? There was no point to it all. Maybe if things had been different... maybe if Howard's parents didn't die then this would never have happened. If the strands of fate had been different... he would have married Natasha. And Howard would have been his kid. And a teenager wouldn't have died today in the basement of a building. He couldn't face himself anymore. He was so gleeful during murder, but was it really bad if during it he was trying to do good? Being forced to stare back into his past, into himself... I met a stranger today... and that stranger was me. |
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