Story. What am I doing wrong?
Dec 29, 2010 16:07:31 GMT -8
Post by serenadeofhatred on Dec 29, 2010 16:07:31 GMT -8
“In other news, the President has announced his plans to keep bombing China until they forget about all the cash we owe them. This idea was not taken well: Fighting between the Huge ass and Jack ass parties resulted in it’s own war, with both sides obliterating entire cities. The President immediately ordered them killed however. No word yet on how successful that was.”
Ike drew his gun as fast as he could and began blasting the TV. Glass flew everywhere as the bullets hit, and the newspaper guy had about five shots in his head before the screen went out.
“Politics. Huh. What a joke.” Ike spun the gun around his finger a few times and placed it back in it’s gunholder. He then got off the couch and stood up, yawning and looking around his room. The room was filled with weapons of all kinds, mostly guns, but there was an impressive knife case in the corner. Cut out pictures from Ike’s yearbooks adorned one of the walls: If they were cool, he put them there unscathed. The people he didn’t know stayed in the books. The school chums Ike had personally killed were on the wall as well, with bullet holes in their heads.
There were also posters of various people Ike somewhat respected. The Greek God Zeus Ike looked up to, for he was married to Hera, the Goddess of Marriage, and somehow managed to find time to fuck a whole bunch of mortals and other goddesses, without Hera getting too annoyed. Ike was good: but not that good.
Another poster Ike had an abundance of was the greatest musician of all time: who simply went by as ‘The Dude.’ In an age where shitty pop music got all the attention, The Dude almost turned the music industry inside out: he actually cared about his music. He worked his heart out to create truly classic songs, such as ‘We are right’, ‘I love music’, and Ike’s personal favorite, ‘I don’t hide.’ His songs actually sounded good on the ears, and the lyrics felt like the truth, instead of that stupid shit those other ‘artists’ tried to ‘sing.’ Unfortunatly, he did not last. His death was put down as a tragic accident, but in reality, the Industry assassinated him. Despite the fact he did cause severe finiancial losses, and therefore they had a good reason too, Ike was still pissed off about it.
Yet another poster was of, surprisingly, the President. Despite Ike’s immense dislike of politics, there was no denying the President was awesome. Well, there was, but as with most idiots these days, they were sent on their way to hell. Ike’s main reason for liking the President was the fact they were a lot alike. Ike could totally see himself in the President’s shoes, making similar, if not identical, choices deciding the fate of the Country.
“Ike! Get down here!” Ike’s Father screamed. “There’s someone I want you to meet!”
“Argh! Fine! I’m coming! I’m coming!” Ike called back. Ike drew his gun and reloaded the bullets. Ike was careful, for despite being in his own house, his antics at school made him a common target. If that someone happened to be some sort of a teenage assassin posing as a hot chick that totally wanted to fuck his brains out, Ike might not be able to help himself. Ike didn’t remember all the girls he had sex with, and if a girl who he somehow pissed off came back to haunt him, Ike wouldn’t have any fucking clue until it was too late. Better safe than sorry.
Ike strolled down the stairs, and went into the living room, where Ike’s dad was standing with a girl Ike had never seen before.
The girl was Ike’s age. Sweet. Ike preferred girls his age. Her face was alright, not perfect, but alright. It just seemed a little plain. The Girl was wearing a pure silver dress was matching silver shoes. Ike absolutely loved dresses. For some reason, they made whatever chick was wearing them so Super Hot that whenever he thinks of a girl in a dress, he smiles. Yeah. That hot.
However, something was off. Ike was not attracted to this girl. At all. This was a first. Oh, Ike could convince himself she looked good, yes, but he didn’t want to fuck her. Weird.
“Ah, Ike.” Ike’s Dad smiled at him. “This is Bells. She’s your sister.”
Wow. That explained a lot.
“Say what?”
“Hi, Ike.” Bells said shyly. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”
“Ummm… Dad, why did no one ever tell me I had a sister?”
Suddenly, Dad’s face hardened.
“That was between us. Your parents.” He said. In an obvious attempt to cover up something embarrassing, he changed the topic. “So, here we are! The Dawn Twins reunited! It’s kinda poetic, don’t you think?”
“Yes.” Bells said simply.
“If you say so.” Ike shrugged.
“Okay! I know how super tight twins are supposed to be, so I’m leaving it to you to make sure she’s comfortable here and can find her way to school, okay? I’m off to work, see ya.” With that, The Father rushed out the door.
“Super tight?” Ike asked blankly.
“Nevermind.” Bells said. “So where’s my room?”
“There’s an empty room upstairs.” Ike said dismissively. “Dad will get you some furniture on his way back from work, I suppose.”
“Oh. Alright.” Bells said. “I guess I was a surprise, huh?”
“I didn’t even know I had a sister until five minutes ago.” Ike said.
“No. Not you. Dad had no time to prepare at all for me. Mom just gave up on me and sent me here, to be more like a pig.”
“Say what?”
“It’s a long story.”
“I don’t like long stories. Even funny ones. Anyway, I’m leaving the house as well. There’s school tomorrow, so make sure you have supplies. You can watch TV or go on the computer or whatever, just stay out of my room and Dad’s closet.”
“Oh. You’re leaving?”
“Yeah. I have to be there.” Ike said, putting on his jacket. “It’s going to be big.”
“What are you doing?” Bells asked nervously.
Ike fished out his sunglasses from his jacket pocket and put them on.
“Kicking ass.”
“Oh. Alright. Good… Luck with that.”
“I’ll see you at dinner then. Welcome to the family.” Ike said, walking toward the door without a glance back.
Ike walked onto the front porch cautiously, his eyes darting around, making sure none of his enemies were lying in wait for him. Satisfied, he unlocked his bike from the chain and headed towards the Junkyard.
The Junkyard was typically where the fights among the students of Ike’s high school typically took place. The main reason this was is because in the time it took to get to the Junkyard from the school was enough time to call all your friends for backup. Also, the Junkyard was filled to the brim with all kinds of pointy shit, some of which made for a good weapon.
Ike pedaled his way to the Junkyard with the air of someone who is afraid the destination will prove to be boring, and so arrived much slower than he should have. Ike saw two of his friends standing outside the Junkyard’s gate.
“Hey, guys! Guess who’s here.” Ike called as he pedaled to a stop.
“Ha, it’s Ike. I was just starting to think you weren’t going to show.” Lyle said, smiling. “I’m glad you did, though. We need all the help we can get.”
“It looks pretty bad.” Arashi observed. “Shall we go? The others are inside.”
Ike nodded, and the three went inside.
Ike threw his bike to the ground and then removed his sunglasses.
“Where are they?”
“I hope they didn’t start already.” Arashi said, slight worry edging into his voice.
“Nah. They knew we were here.” Lyle said dismissively. “Anyway, Ike, what took you so long? That piece of shit bike break down on you or something?”
“Nah. I had to talk to my dad. He wanted to introduce me to my sister.”
Lyle stopped in his tracks.
“You have a sister? Really?”
“Apparently, she was living with my mom until recently.” Ike said.
“Really? Well, I guess I’ll need to meet her.”
“She’s okay.” Ike shrugged. “A tad bit quiet though.”
“There they are.” Arashi said calmly, pointing ahead.
The trio ran up to their other friends, and much joking occurred between the twelve boys, mostly about Ike’s tardiness.
“Enough! Where are they?” Ike asked.
“Over here.” A voice said from behind.
Ike whirled around, and saw the other team.
“Okay. Who’s fight is this again?” Ike asked.
“It’s mine.” The guy in the lead said. “I started it. I have a problem with… Tyler, correct?”
Tyler nodded.
“What’s with this guy’s tone?” Ike whispered to Lyle.
“Meh. He always talks like that. Pisses people off, that’s for sure.”
“I would like to stress I don’t have any issues with Tyler’s friends at all.” The Lead guy said, again with his superior sounding tone. “As a result, I wish to go one on one with him.”
Both groups began muttering incontendedly. Ike turned around, pulled out his gun, and started firing at an old refrigator in his frustration.
“What the fuck!” Ike screamed. “I came here for a fight, not to watch some pussy get his ass kicked!” Even as he screamed about his feelings, his fingers were reloading bullets into the gun.
“I do not wish to kill all of you.” The Lead guy said calmly. “It’s pointless. However…” His hand raised to point a long finger at Tyler. “He insisted we should fight.”
“Yeah! I mean, that bastard stole my gun!” Tyler exclaimed.
“Because you were about to shoot a girl who’s never done anything to you.” The Guy said coldly.
“She rejected me!”
“I wonder why.” The Lead guy said. Then, with a smile, he added: “Maybe she’s just not a lesbian.”
It took ten seconds for Tyler to realize what had just been said. Then, with a roar, he charged at the guy.
“My name Is Kirke.” He said simply. With incredible speed, he stepped out of the way of Tyler’s charge and stuck his leg out. Tyler fell to the ground with a crash. “I thought you should know before you die.”
Ike rolled as eyes as he and the others formed a circle around the two fighters. He was starting to wish he’d stayed home.
Kirke stepped back as he allowed Tyler to get back on his feet. Kirke shifted into a fighting stance, and waited for Tyler to make the next move.
Tyler next tried to take it a little bit slower. He too went into a stance, and he jabbed out at Kirke with his fist. Kirke dodged again, and kicked Tyler in the stomach.
Tyler grunted, and Kirke delivered a powerful uppercut to his head. This combo again sent Tyler to the floor.
“Oh shit. Tyler! Come on! You can take him!” Lyle screamed.
Ike glanced over to Arashi, and noticed the thoughtful expression on his face. Ike knew him well enough to know that he was impressed with Kirke’s skill. Ike was fairly impressed himself.
The fight was short. And fairly brutal. Kirke seemed to be better then Tyler in so many areas, it seemed very pitiful that Tyler had lived so long and fought so many fights.
Tyler’s face was bloody as he staggered back from Kirke, his hands raised in surrender. Kirke moved like lightning: he dashed up to him, and slammed him into the ground.
Kirke stepped back, and looked at his handiwork warily.
“I don’t think he’s dead.” Kirke announced. “Please make sure before you leave, won’t you?”
Kirke’s friends ran up to congratulate him, Ike saw a lot of handshaking and backthumping. Ike and his team examined Tyler’s bloody form.
“He looks like shit.” Lyle commented. “Arashi, check him.”
Arashi bent down and checked his pulse.
“He’s not dead.” Arashi announced. “But I think he’s dying.”
“I don’t think we can do anything for him.” Lyle said. At his words, most of the friends walked away, leaving Ike with Lyle and Arashi.
“I think we should leave him here.” Ike said. “He fought well: He was just so outclassed. It’s the way I’d like to go. Dying on a battlefield...”
“But you would rather not die at all, would you?” A voice said from behind.
Ike whirled around, pulling out his gun. “Who’s there? Show yourself!” He demanded.
A boy stepped out from behind a stack of tires. He was odd looking, because he was wearing a robe, and carrying a staff. He also carried a sword at his side, which was currently sheathed.
“Ah no.” Lyle sighed. “It’s the Zealot.”
Ike knew him: Just about everybody did. This kid was a member of one of the branches of the Cult of Christianity, and of course, he just had to shove his beliefs down everybody’s throats.
Ike drew his gun as fast as he could and began blasting the TV. Glass flew everywhere as the bullets hit, and the newspaper guy had about five shots in his head before the screen went out.
“Politics. Huh. What a joke.” Ike spun the gun around his finger a few times and placed it back in it’s gunholder. He then got off the couch and stood up, yawning and looking around his room. The room was filled with weapons of all kinds, mostly guns, but there was an impressive knife case in the corner. Cut out pictures from Ike’s yearbooks adorned one of the walls: If they were cool, he put them there unscathed. The people he didn’t know stayed in the books. The school chums Ike had personally killed were on the wall as well, with bullet holes in their heads.
There were also posters of various people Ike somewhat respected. The Greek God Zeus Ike looked up to, for he was married to Hera, the Goddess of Marriage, and somehow managed to find time to fuck a whole bunch of mortals and other goddesses, without Hera getting too annoyed. Ike was good: but not that good.
Another poster Ike had an abundance of was the greatest musician of all time: who simply went by as ‘The Dude.’ In an age where shitty pop music got all the attention, The Dude almost turned the music industry inside out: he actually cared about his music. He worked his heart out to create truly classic songs, such as ‘We are right’, ‘I love music’, and Ike’s personal favorite, ‘I don’t hide.’ His songs actually sounded good on the ears, and the lyrics felt like the truth, instead of that stupid shit those other ‘artists’ tried to ‘sing.’ Unfortunatly, he did not last. His death was put down as a tragic accident, but in reality, the Industry assassinated him. Despite the fact he did cause severe finiancial losses, and therefore they had a good reason too, Ike was still pissed off about it.
Yet another poster was of, surprisingly, the President. Despite Ike’s immense dislike of politics, there was no denying the President was awesome. Well, there was, but as with most idiots these days, they were sent on their way to hell. Ike’s main reason for liking the President was the fact they were a lot alike. Ike could totally see himself in the President’s shoes, making similar, if not identical, choices deciding the fate of the Country.
“Ike! Get down here!” Ike’s Father screamed. “There’s someone I want you to meet!”
“Argh! Fine! I’m coming! I’m coming!” Ike called back. Ike drew his gun and reloaded the bullets. Ike was careful, for despite being in his own house, his antics at school made him a common target. If that someone happened to be some sort of a teenage assassin posing as a hot chick that totally wanted to fuck his brains out, Ike might not be able to help himself. Ike didn’t remember all the girls he had sex with, and if a girl who he somehow pissed off came back to haunt him, Ike wouldn’t have any fucking clue until it was too late. Better safe than sorry.
Ike strolled down the stairs, and went into the living room, where Ike’s dad was standing with a girl Ike had never seen before.
The girl was Ike’s age. Sweet. Ike preferred girls his age. Her face was alright, not perfect, but alright. It just seemed a little plain. The Girl was wearing a pure silver dress was matching silver shoes. Ike absolutely loved dresses. For some reason, they made whatever chick was wearing them so Super Hot that whenever he thinks of a girl in a dress, he smiles. Yeah. That hot.
However, something was off. Ike was not attracted to this girl. At all. This was a first. Oh, Ike could convince himself she looked good, yes, but he didn’t want to fuck her. Weird.
“Ah, Ike.” Ike’s Dad smiled at him. “This is Bells. She’s your sister.”
Wow. That explained a lot.
“Say what?”
“Hi, Ike.” Bells said shyly. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”
“Ummm… Dad, why did no one ever tell me I had a sister?”
Suddenly, Dad’s face hardened.
“That was between us. Your parents.” He said. In an obvious attempt to cover up something embarrassing, he changed the topic. “So, here we are! The Dawn Twins reunited! It’s kinda poetic, don’t you think?”
“Yes.” Bells said simply.
“If you say so.” Ike shrugged.
“Okay! I know how super tight twins are supposed to be, so I’m leaving it to you to make sure she’s comfortable here and can find her way to school, okay? I’m off to work, see ya.” With that, The Father rushed out the door.
“Super tight?” Ike asked blankly.
“Nevermind.” Bells said. “So where’s my room?”
“There’s an empty room upstairs.” Ike said dismissively. “Dad will get you some furniture on his way back from work, I suppose.”
“Oh. Alright.” Bells said. “I guess I was a surprise, huh?”
“I didn’t even know I had a sister until five minutes ago.” Ike said.
“No. Not you. Dad had no time to prepare at all for me. Mom just gave up on me and sent me here, to be more like a pig.”
“Say what?”
“It’s a long story.”
“I don’t like long stories. Even funny ones. Anyway, I’m leaving the house as well. There’s school tomorrow, so make sure you have supplies. You can watch TV or go on the computer or whatever, just stay out of my room and Dad’s closet.”
“Oh. You’re leaving?”
“Yeah. I have to be there.” Ike said, putting on his jacket. “It’s going to be big.”
“What are you doing?” Bells asked nervously.
Ike fished out his sunglasses from his jacket pocket and put them on.
“Kicking ass.”
“Oh. Alright. Good… Luck with that.”
“I’ll see you at dinner then. Welcome to the family.” Ike said, walking toward the door without a glance back.
Ike walked onto the front porch cautiously, his eyes darting around, making sure none of his enemies were lying in wait for him. Satisfied, he unlocked his bike from the chain and headed towards the Junkyard.
The Junkyard was typically where the fights among the students of Ike’s high school typically took place. The main reason this was is because in the time it took to get to the Junkyard from the school was enough time to call all your friends for backup. Also, the Junkyard was filled to the brim with all kinds of pointy shit, some of which made for a good weapon.
Ike pedaled his way to the Junkyard with the air of someone who is afraid the destination will prove to be boring, and so arrived much slower than he should have. Ike saw two of his friends standing outside the Junkyard’s gate.
“Hey, guys! Guess who’s here.” Ike called as he pedaled to a stop.
“Ha, it’s Ike. I was just starting to think you weren’t going to show.” Lyle said, smiling. “I’m glad you did, though. We need all the help we can get.”
“It looks pretty bad.” Arashi observed. “Shall we go? The others are inside.”
Ike nodded, and the three went inside.
Ike threw his bike to the ground and then removed his sunglasses.
“Where are they?”
“I hope they didn’t start already.” Arashi said, slight worry edging into his voice.
“Nah. They knew we were here.” Lyle said dismissively. “Anyway, Ike, what took you so long? That piece of shit bike break down on you or something?”
“Nah. I had to talk to my dad. He wanted to introduce me to my sister.”
Lyle stopped in his tracks.
“You have a sister? Really?”
“Apparently, she was living with my mom until recently.” Ike said.
“Really? Well, I guess I’ll need to meet her.”
“She’s okay.” Ike shrugged. “A tad bit quiet though.”
“There they are.” Arashi said calmly, pointing ahead.
The trio ran up to their other friends, and much joking occurred between the twelve boys, mostly about Ike’s tardiness.
“Enough! Where are they?” Ike asked.
“Over here.” A voice said from behind.
Ike whirled around, and saw the other team.
“Okay. Who’s fight is this again?” Ike asked.
“It’s mine.” The guy in the lead said. “I started it. I have a problem with… Tyler, correct?”
Tyler nodded.
“What’s with this guy’s tone?” Ike whispered to Lyle.
“Meh. He always talks like that. Pisses people off, that’s for sure.”
“I would like to stress I don’t have any issues with Tyler’s friends at all.” The Lead guy said, again with his superior sounding tone. “As a result, I wish to go one on one with him.”
Both groups began muttering incontendedly. Ike turned around, pulled out his gun, and started firing at an old refrigator in his frustration.
“What the fuck!” Ike screamed. “I came here for a fight, not to watch some pussy get his ass kicked!” Even as he screamed about his feelings, his fingers were reloading bullets into the gun.
“I do not wish to kill all of you.” The Lead guy said calmly. “It’s pointless. However…” His hand raised to point a long finger at Tyler. “He insisted we should fight.”
“Yeah! I mean, that bastard stole my gun!” Tyler exclaimed.
“Because you were about to shoot a girl who’s never done anything to you.” The Guy said coldly.
“She rejected me!”
“I wonder why.” The Lead guy said. Then, with a smile, he added: “Maybe she’s just not a lesbian.”
It took ten seconds for Tyler to realize what had just been said. Then, with a roar, he charged at the guy.
“My name Is Kirke.” He said simply. With incredible speed, he stepped out of the way of Tyler’s charge and stuck his leg out. Tyler fell to the ground with a crash. “I thought you should know before you die.”
Ike rolled as eyes as he and the others formed a circle around the two fighters. He was starting to wish he’d stayed home.
Kirke stepped back as he allowed Tyler to get back on his feet. Kirke shifted into a fighting stance, and waited for Tyler to make the next move.
Tyler next tried to take it a little bit slower. He too went into a stance, and he jabbed out at Kirke with his fist. Kirke dodged again, and kicked Tyler in the stomach.
Tyler grunted, and Kirke delivered a powerful uppercut to his head. This combo again sent Tyler to the floor.
“Oh shit. Tyler! Come on! You can take him!” Lyle screamed.
Ike glanced over to Arashi, and noticed the thoughtful expression on his face. Ike knew him well enough to know that he was impressed with Kirke’s skill. Ike was fairly impressed himself.
The fight was short. And fairly brutal. Kirke seemed to be better then Tyler in so many areas, it seemed very pitiful that Tyler had lived so long and fought so many fights.
Tyler’s face was bloody as he staggered back from Kirke, his hands raised in surrender. Kirke moved like lightning: he dashed up to him, and slammed him into the ground.
Kirke stepped back, and looked at his handiwork warily.
“I don’t think he’s dead.” Kirke announced. “Please make sure before you leave, won’t you?”
Kirke’s friends ran up to congratulate him, Ike saw a lot of handshaking and backthumping. Ike and his team examined Tyler’s bloody form.
“He looks like shit.” Lyle commented. “Arashi, check him.”
Arashi bent down and checked his pulse.
“He’s not dead.” Arashi announced. “But I think he’s dying.”
“I don’t think we can do anything for him.” Lyle said. At his words, most of the friends walked away, leaving Ike with Lyle and Arashi.
“I think we should leave him here.” Ike said. “He fought well: He was just so outclassed. It’s the way I’d like to go. Dying on a battlefield...”
“But you would rather not die at all, would you?” A voice said from behind.
Ike whirled around, pulling out his gun. “Who’s there? Show yourself!” He demanded.
A boy stepped out from behind a stack of tires. He was odd looking, because he was wearing a robe, and carrying a staff. He also carried a sword at his side, which was currently sheathed.
“Ah no.” Lyle sighed. “It’s the Zealot.”
Ike knew him: Just about everybody did. This kid was a member of one of the branches of the Cult of Christianity, and of course, he just had to shove his beliefs down everybody’s throats.
