OK, Before we begin, there will be no pairings aside from the Rock/Ninon pairing (Though you will have to look really hard & find a few inferences). Sorry for that inconvenience. This will be just insane, crazy humor... with a Science fiction/Horror twist. Also a bit of gore. Take a deep breath, relax & read... with caution...

A man in a strange outfit with a lanky body as well as dark skin & long hair laughed when he beat the crap out of a man in a red vest wearing green pants & sporting a red bandanna. The man writhed in agony as his blue clad friend sporting shades was beaten just as mercilessly. Next There was a man wearing a vest with his chest exposed, as well as as a nasty scar on his neck.

" I'll crush you Jivatma!!'" He said over confidently, as the strange man just stretched his arms at his chest like a spear. He lifted him from the ground when the challenger lost consciousness, then "The Dark Talon" ripped the arm he impaled in his chest out very roughly. He landed on the ground, bleeding badly & still unconscious. Jivatma laughed, seemingly pleased with his work.

This however, attracted more challengers to the arena which he was standing on. "Want more!?" He screamed, enticing 3 people at him at the same time. Each looked like a bunch of over grown thugs that could bend steel combined with osmium itself.

He then pulled off the strangest move ever seen. He spewed forth a dark gas that knocked all three of them unconscious & several others as well. He accidentally knocked out a red eyed man at a table & nearly hit his black-dress-wearing accomplice. "I fear no one. I am the dark talon; completely divine; the incomplete being."

"Eww!! We don't wanna know about you being lonely!" The two beaten guys in red & blue said, covering their ears.

"Ha!! This was fun, but I have pencils to push. Farewell! " He said heading out the door with a big smirk on his face.

The KO'd friends Accomplice, looking at his friend, picked him up & walked him back to his house.

Jivatma walked along the streets of south town, turning a few corners every now & then just to avoid any needless acts of violence. He then finds his ride hidden in the alley. He gets in & orders the driver to take us back to the base. The driver gave no reply.

" Take us away, Driver..." Jivatma repeated a second time, a little louder. The car didn't even budge. " Are you listening to me?! Wake up you little slacker & take us back to the base!!" Jivatma shouted angrily, only to have a finger point at him.

"You know, you shouldn't yell at a girl..." the unknown assailant said giggling. It was a girl no more than 5 feet tall. Wearing a mask, she had a bloodstained knife at the ready. He looked at the passenger side in the front to discover that the real driver had been murdered. His eyes were missing, as well his as his tongue. His hands were missing by the wrists. Also his nose.

" Oh dead god, What is that?" He screamed. " It's the guy I had fun torturing. That's who." The masked assailant responded. " You should have been around to watch his demise unfold. It felt so... so good!" She finished, licking the blood off of the knife. " The blood... It's very lovely; the taste anyways!" She added, her lips smacking on the blood.

Jivatma jumped out of the car upon seeing her with the blood stained knife along with the dead body, screaming. He ran down one street & then another. five minutes later he ran a dozen streets, far away from the assailant.

Or so he thought...

"Man that was weird... Who was she?"He thought, when it occurred to him that he was back at the base. He smiled in delight when he got inside. " Guys! Guys? uh... Guys...?" He gulped upon not even hearing a peep. By now he would expect the surgeon Jalange to come to him with news, but there is no sign of anyone. "I'm in your house jivatma...!" A voice said, scaring the living crap out of Jivatma. He took cautious steps into the house.

"Who said that? Was it someone from the arena he just fought in? Or was it that masked freak he just almost got hacked at by?" He thought. He heard a noise. One that sounded like a liquid drop to a hard surface already filled with liquid. He looked for a switch, when he found something other than a switch.

He walked into his room to find only to find Jalange on the floor dead... decomposing. Jivatma screamed & ran down the hallway. "Who in hell did this?!" His mind screamed inside, still running; only to find more bodies; badly hacked at, or worse, torn up.

"Time to search for the truth!" He said. "Who did this?" He screamed only to hear another giggle. It was coming from behind! Jivatma spun around, to see the same girl with the same damn knife staring at him. He screamed & ran up the stairs, shut the door behind him & locked it. He felt something touch his arm. He got one of the biggest surprises of his life when he discovered who or what was behind him. It was the same... damn girl!!

"Do you really want to know, Jivatma? I really don't think you do..." She replied. Jivatma leaped & knocked the girl to the floor, & started punching her." Ill kill you, you damn imp!" He said. After 20 punches he asked her a question.

"You monster! What are you?!" He yelled. He knocked off the mask only to discover that the attacks he inflicted did absolutely nothing at all. Nothing at all!

"Wha...? What are you?!" He screamed at her. Her lips covered in black lip-stick formed a smile. " I'm just a pretty little girl!!" She said, impaling Jivatma with the knife... inflicting massive damage & knocking him off her & onto the floor.

The girl left him to die there of blood loss. "Thank you for your time Jivatma." Ninon said, laughing as she walked off. Jivatma shed several tears before collapsing. Ninon opened the door, walked out & closed it after grabbing a carrot, & closed the door. Jivatma grabbed a medic kit & patched a the wound. He collapsed & fell unconscious...

Okay, this is the temporary end of the story. Thank you for you time, & your reviews are very appreciated. I honestly don't know how I'm going to be able to thank you for this. Thank you & have a nice day. & before you say I need to be flamed for his attack, I like Jivatma. The moral of this story? Don't taunt or boast about yourself. Death &/or failure awaits the over confident. Remember that.