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| Sign Of Death...; PS incomplete | |
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| Topic Started: Nov 18 2010, 04:53 PM (124 Views) | |
| Syrinx | Nov 18 2010, 04:53 PM Post #1 |
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The light began to blaze in the small window over the Namekian Defender’s bed. His eyes slowly peaked open, as his eyebrows pushed themselves up to adjust to the light. It was early morning, sun was warm and calm letting itself enter his house. His lips pulled apart from each other, sticking together due to their dryness. A yawn exited his chest as he stretched his arms. Walking over to a edge of his house, his hand reached for a dresser. The doors opened with ease as he looked at the small variety of clothes he had. He had a weighted cape and turban, for when he went to Guru to train. Then next to the training gear was a more comfortable pair of clothing, they were ten times lighter then the weights and much easier to move in. His hands went between both of the clothes as he tried to decide what he wanted to wear. Finally he had an idea grabbing the lighter clothes he thru them on, then he thru the turban and cape over them. The clothes felt suddenly heavier but the simple fact was it may have just helped him with training. The advantage to always wearing weighted clothes was it made you stronger and faster. His body turned quickly as he sat down on a chair, he breathed slowly trying to find out what he was going to do. It was strange Guru usually had the Namekian Ninja training twenty four seven. But for some unknown reason he made him take the day off. His chest pushed forward as he stretched his back, then suddenly without warning the chair broke. His back hit the ground shaking the walls around him as he coughed violently. His head smashed off the floor, he laid there for a moment happy no one was around to see what just had happen to him. Then slowly pushing himself to his feet he readjusted his turban. ”Damn weights…” Syrinx said as he pushed some dust off his clothes. Walking slowly to the door he patiently waited for the door to open. Then as the door opened as the bright sun light flooded into his house he coughed. The ominous stench of death filled his nose, at first he gagged then he covered his nose walking outside. The grass and trees around the Namekian Assassin were all dead. Just the day when he slept it was all alive, but now the green trees and blue grass were all brown. Walking around his home he examined the two inches of life around his house as if someone protected him. A few animals were around the inches of life, but on the other side there was death for the animals. Syrinx shook his head as he floated into the air. Animals in the forest laid motionless, it was a horrible sight. Whatever did this could have easily did it to him in his sleep. The only thing that caught his eye was the shape off the brown death path. His house was a circle, and the two inches around it the same shape. A few 100 yards away was a exact circle the same size. Then surround him was a skull, meaning the circles were the eyes. A moment of shock overthrew his heart as he puked chunks of strange things out of his mouth. Floating to the ground clenching his stomach he tried to regain his thoughts. Standing up to his full height he walked over to the edge of his property. His feet dug into the ground as he took off at top speed toward Guru’s tower. His mind was on end, was someone targeting him, or was it some sick twisted man trying to get his attention. ***** The air turned from the normal scent of Namek to death once more. His eyes widened as he stopped in his tracks as he searched for the source. It was stronger then his house, his eyes darted toward Guru’s tower as he looked at the ground under it. It was exactly like his house, but instead of brown it was glowing red. His eyes flashed with rage as he darted toward the top of the tower. The sound of screams filled his ears, Syrinx noticed the sounds of two weaker bodyguards. As he grew closer to the top a body began to fall off the landing. His eyes followed It as if it was in slow motion the similar face of a elder that had raised him as a father crashed into the water below. A scream of rage exited his body as he landed on the landing with anger. Bodies of weak body guards filled the landing, the red shimmering light of the skull of death reflected off his black pupils. Entering the already opened door the Namekian Assassin looked for signs of life, it was rather annoying. The sounds of echoing voices filled the walls as he hovered up to the throne of Guru. The throne of the great Namekian Guru was empty, yet the voices filled his head still. A gust of strong wind hit him as he turned around quickly. Suddenly a passage that he had never noticed opened. Then the sound of laugher appeared behind him. Guru sat on his throne, but he was still untouched. Syrinx grabbed his head as if someone was trying to gain control of him. A whimper of pain ran quickly thru his body. Falling to the ground he screamed in pain. ”What is it my child?!” Guru asked as he lifted his hand to help Syrinx. ”What is going on, you must tell me…” The Namekian Defender broke out in a yell of confusion as he a man came from behind Guru. ”That is correct Syrinx….” The man stepped closer to the Namekian Ninja as he laughed. ”You can not protect the one you love, and you know it! Syrinx stood to his feet still grabbing his head as he coughed up violet blood. ”I’ll tell you what I will let Guru live just come find me…” at that very moment he kicked Syrinx thru the window, falling to the ground the red light dimmed, then blackness came over him as he felt water pour over his body. WC:1047 |
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