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| Topic Started: Aug 12 2010, 12:46 AM (276 Views) | |
| Fenix | Aug 12 2010, 12:46 AM Post #1 |
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The beginning. It felt, liberating. His restraints had been broken. Chains cast off. He was free. Free to the world. To do as he pleased again. There was no longer the pressure of ensuring his survival by ending the lives of others. Only the wide, open to world awaiting him. Fenix had seemingly awoken from his rage not far from West City. His muscles ached from exertion. The Half-Saiyan’s steely hues glanced around, seeing naught but grassy fields as far as his vision allowed. Emptiness. Desolation. How familiar. It had been years since he could remember being utterly alone in the wilderness as such in his present situation. The city was alive and full of people. It was stifling. Cramped. Being alone was a hassle. Hiding proved to be difficult, seeing as people filled every dirty nook and cranny of the city. The fields, though, they were empty. Just grass. Grass and the cool breeze. Fenix breathed deeply. It was fresh and pure, without the usual stench of urban oxygen. Each breath seemed to invigorate his insides. A flood of memories washed into him. Memories of tall peaks. Memories of Red Ribbon. That too was a fairly unpleasant chapter of his life. So far, he had simply gone out of the frying pan and into the fire, as the saying goes. He fell to his knees, eyes shut tightly as the cool breeze blew across him. There was so much in the world. His senses tingled with the vast amount of life throughout the universe. It was as if a thin film that once blocked these receptors was destroyed, opening a cosmos of possibilities. Like a child allowed to explore his entire backyard for the first time. Or a newly graduated teenager with the world at their fingertips. Liberating. It all came rushing back. Reality slapped him in the face. As if all of his musings had been in an alternate dimension, the present flashed before him abruptly. He gasped, glancing around and realizing his situation all over again. The Half-Saiyan climbed to his feet, making note of his attire. The usual get-up of boots, jeans, a plain t-shirt and his coat. His brilliantly white hair shifted in the wind. Sleep weighed heavily on his eyes. Had the past few days worth of events actually occurred? It was so surreal. “What’s done is done,” Fenix murmured to the empty fields, to the countless blades of grass swaying like servants to the wind, to the clouds reeling over head, to the morning sun burning brightly in the Eastern sky. The truth in his statement was monumental. He had killed Burrea’s henchmen for murdering that mother and her child. Burrea would be looking for him, that much was certain. To his surprise, it didn’t matter to him. Burrea was a weakling. Those that worked for him were weaklings. They were, of course, but mere human beings. Untrained, undisciplined, without passion. “What’s done is done,” he repeated, sighing heavily. He’d start anew. 499 words. |
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| Fenix | Aug 12 2010, 12:48 AM Post #2 |
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The first matter of business was shelter. A basic need for survival. Sleeping beneath the stars was wonderful, but not for prolonged periods of time. A calloused hand slipped into his jean pocket, searching it’s meager contents. A slip of paper bearing a few names. He tossed it aside. Useless. Keys to a home he no longer belonged to. Useless. A capsule. Promising. For the life of him, Fenix couldn’t remember what had been stored in the high-tech device. Any number of things could have been miniaturized and contained within. Of course, there was but one way to find out. He popped the tab atop the pill-shaped object before tossing it twenty feet in front of him. Amidst the smoke formed a small capsule home. His jaw dropped. Literally. What luck! Only moments prior he had been contemplating the very idea of shelter and now the perfect solution to his problem was twenty feet away from him. There was no time to be too thankful. No time but the present. Luck dealt him a good hand and he would work with it. Fenix quickly made himself at home, though here was little to that. He had no more possessions, aside from his clothes. Much to his satisfaction, the home came with a small collection of clothing as well as a large supply of canned foods. It then registered in his pre-occupied mind that Burrea had given him a capsule home quite some time ago, in case a situation arose where it would be needed. Sweet irony. Shelter had been satisfied. Food was satisfied. Now he needed sleep. Sweet, precious, sleep. He awoke with a start. Steely hues darted around the interior of the capsule, as if expecting some unknown danger. Nothing. Just silence, occasionally interrupted by the gentle sound of rustling grass outside. He sighed heavily. His former ‘life’ had affected him very negatively. The Half-Saiyan rose, pulling on a light gi and heading outside. The cool morning breeze greeted him immediately. He ignored the slight chill and began his first training regimen. Running. And more running. He took off, utilizing a fairly quick pace. Miles and miles passed. He didn’t even bother to count them. His body would be the best indicator of when to stop. When the leg muscles gave out, he had run enough. A fairly unorthodox technique, but an effective one nonetheless. Running. Breathing. The scenery passed by quickly as if a reel of pictures. He paid little attention to that, as his mind focused on running and its continuation. His muscles began to burn. Lactic acid leaked into them and sent pain roaring up his nerves. Like the scenery, he ignored this. Pain was purely mental and easily conquerable. And conquer he did. Fenix continued running, maintaining his original pace. There was nothing to stop him except the inevitable point of exhaustion. He welcomed that eagerly with open arms. And so did exhaustion come. After countless miles, the Half-Saiyan turned to a slow pace followed by a stumble and a hard meeting with the ground. He rolled over, facing the morning sky as his breathing began to slow to a normal rate. 527 words. 1026 total. |
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| Fenix | Aug 12 2010, 03:25 PM Post #3 |
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And so he lay still for an unknown length of time, steel hues remaining locked on the cloudless sky above. Gradually, the sun rose, filling the same sky with a mixture of gold and red. The Half-Saiyan's breathing had calmed and his burning legs had ceased their pain. Eager to continue his training, he rose to a sitting position, wiping a few stray beads of sweat from his forehead. The heat had grown intense. How he despised heat. Fenix began the journey back home. It was then that he regretted the insane distance he had accomplished in the first run. The second round was much more difficult, seeing as his legs had already suffered similar torture and were working with less tolerance. However, as Saiyans were prone to do, he forced the issue and continued with little problem. Power of will was the secret to training. Pushing one's self to unexplored boundaries. Upon arriving back at his capsule home, he resumed the second phase to the day of training. The Half-Saiyan spent the next few hours doing what could be literally described as fighting air. Random combinations of attacks and the occasionally blast of ki. It took a heavy toll on the body over time. He was silent the entire time. Even when one of the blasts he had controlled to hone in on him had landed it's mark, he said nothing. Only continued. Pausing in between work outs to do push ups. It was the Saiyan mentality of training. To simply continue. To not stop. To go on until the body is unable to do so. And then to try and push a bit more. An insane philosophy, but an effective one nonetheless. Time passed. The sun rose and fell. Before he had even registered it, the sun was beginning the final length of it's descent behind the mountains. Fenix came to a halt, his tired visage turning to face the sunset. He had forgotten how a day of training can go by so quickly. Hadn't it just been morning? No, no. He had spent the entire length of day light training. A wise use of time. However, his tired muscles begged for relief. At least some sort of break before continuing. He would oblige this pain. Fenix simply called the day a success. Sleep. Once again, precious sleep. The next day dawned bright. A sign of a clear summer's day waiting to happen. The Half-Saiyan was up and about without much problem. His day progressed as usual, with vast amounts of training, little rest, and a huge quantity of food. Having a turbo metabolism required lots of sustenance, of course. And lots of sustenance was what he consumed. However, despite the training, he was growing bored. The monotony was already beginning to grow on his nerves, after only a few days. He was restless. It was the Saiyan blood coursing through his veins, thirsty for adventure and battle. He craved challenge. This meant but one thing. He'd have to seek out a challenge, rather than wait for one to come to him. 512 words. 1538 total. |
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| Fenix | Aug 13 2010, 05:10 AM Post #4 |
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As Fenix went about his usual training routine, a rumbling could be heard echoing across the plains. He paused, sweaty form coming to an abrupt halt as his steely hues peered off towards the source. Nothing could be seen yet. Just a steady rumbling coming ever closer. It was strange. The nearest highway was miles away. And dinosaurs seemed unlikely in this part of the continent. He shrugged. It would come to reveal itself soon enough. He resumed training. The rumble continued. Clouds of dust could be seen swirling 'round over the top of the hills, as if signalling an oncoming of a great host. The Half-Saiyan could not ignore this obvious sign. He tossed aside the training weights and began walking towards the crest of a hill near the capsule home. As he ascended, the scene began to fold out properly. A mass of vehicles was roaring over the grassy plain with reckless abandon. Any semi-intelligent being could see that they were fleeing something. Fenix couldn't help but feel curiosity well up inside of him. As the vehicles began to near, they spread out, avoiding the collection of slopes and hills and opting to take the flatter lands that spread out on either side. He descended to this flatter land and hailed a vehicle. Most passed him, however, one did stop briefly. "West City's under attack! Best get outta here!" a balding man shouted before tearing off again. Fenix's face contorted with confusion. An attack? What could possibly be attacking the city? With an eagerness that had been building as a result of being so restless, Fenix returned to his capsule home and donned the usual outfit before soaring off towards the city. From his elevated position it was easy to see the mass of the population fleeing. He also noticed that the highways were backed up to a stand still. Whatever it was, the situation was serious. He continued onward, maintaining an average speed to reserve energy and allow him to survey the scene properly. As the city came into clearer view, the cause was becoming more evident. No structural damage seemed to have occurred by whatever attacked. But there were dead bodies here and there, littering the streets. A massacre had certainly occurred. Fenix landed smoothly near the inner edge of the suburbs, making note of the burn marks on concrete that would only result from ki blasts. That made the situation much more serious. Whatever was attacking the city was capable of utilizing it's energy offensively. The Saiyan blood within his body seemed to ignite, a smirk of delight splitting his visage at the thought of an actual challenge. Fenix continued into the city, seeing naught but the occasional corpse. No sign of life. No sign of the attackers. His pupils remained alert, darting this way and that to examine every shadow for a surprise attack. Nothing. Just an eerie silence that permeated every nook and cranny. Before long the Half-Saiyan was emerging into the more urban areas, where businesses towered high above the streets and lights were usually illuminating entire street blocks. Nothing. Again, just an obvious lifelessness to the entire city. How odd, he thought. Something must know I'm here. It has energy capabilities. It can surely sense my presence. As if his thoughts had unlocked some secret jinx, two figures emerged from an alley between two prominent buildings. They seemed completely and utterly average. Fenix could sense their power. It was, perhaps, a fourth of his own. Together they still stood no chance. "Welcome to New West City. Recently conquered by the Rain Dogs," greeted what Fenix could only assume to be the superior of the pair. It became more obvious to him with that introduction. The Rain Dogs had been widely publicized as a rebel group from the Northern Mountains that intended on installing their own regime in light of recent mistakes on the Royal Army's part. Some labelled them as terrorists. Others called them saviors. Either way, they were notorious for strong warriors and vast numbers. Fenix laughed. A challenge. Finally. 681 words. 2219 total. |
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| Fenix | Aug 16 2010, 02:02 AM Post #5 |
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The two figures were obviously hostile. Their hands, quite conspicuously, reached down to grasp a pair of energy blasters with the intention of harm. Before they could even properly aim, Fenix had sprinted forward, his clenched fist meeting the face of one of the attackers with monumental force. The impact forced the figure backwards and into the cement with a sickening crunch. "Where's your base of operations?" Fenix demanded as he grasped the throat of the second man, squeezing just enough to narrow the passage of air to the lungs. The man, in an act of defiance, said nothing. "Fair enough." The Half-Saiyan plunged his hand into the man's gut multiple times with increasing force. Still no response. Anger filled his senses. Having no more patience to spare, Fenix quickly crushed the man's neck and let him slump to the floor. Probably not the wisest decision on his part, but it satisfied his rage nonetheless. It left him at square one, though. A massive city controlled by a group of hostile terrorists, all whom wouldn't flinch to kill him. He had but one course of action: to continue searching. Standing idly and hoping for more members to arrive would likely prove to be vain. Fenix walked casually down the cracked sidewalks, steely hues carefully examining every slight shadow that might appear as a result of the setting sun. Silence rang painfully in his ears. The breeze had utterly died. The usual sounds of the city were non-existent. In fact, fellow life forms visible to the naked eye had virtually disappeared. The Half-Saiyan was entirely alone as he strolled the streets. Despite the odds being stacked against him in terms of discovery, he trudged onward with typicaly Saiyan determination. His persistence eventually paid off. Naught but a mile deeper into the urban sprawl did Fenix come across to figures looting bodies that littered the streets. By their attire, they were clearly affiliated with the Rain Dogs. They seemed to take no notice of him, however. Whether this was intentional or no, Fenix could no tell. Regardless, he decided to play his advantage. The Half-Saiyan darted around to one of the shady alleys, closely watching the looting couple. When the aforementioned figures seemed to lose interest and began to return back to wherever they originated, Fenix sprinted out and smoothly locked his muscled forearm beneath the chin of one of the men, putting a bit of pressure on the wind pipe. "It's in the best interest of both of your lives that you answer my questions carefully and accurately," he threatened, maintaining a tight grip against the struggling man. 437 words. 2656 total. |
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