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"And so they triumphed over the great evil. Through time, the land was restored. Yet the sands of time would never cover these heroes, for they nearly gave their life to protect even their foes." A pink echidna finished, closing a book. A small group of chao began to mumble in their own language, obviously having enjoyed the tale. The pink echidna got up, smiling at the little blue creatures.
"Now then, you all should head to sleep or Knuckles will get after you." The pink echidna instructed. The chao all nodded as best they could and wobbled back to the garden. The pink echidna kneeled down, placed the book on the ground, got up, and brushed off her tribal dress. She then headed down the large stone path that once lead to a large bridge to connect the floating altar with the rest of the world around it. She sat down, sighing and looking across to the forest below. A bit of water seeped through the pebbles, and a claw like hand was covering her right. Quickly, a full figure appeared, a water being with large green eyes, Chaos.
"Tikal, must you always demonize me?" Chaos asked. His voice calm and much like the flowing ocean, yet only the dead or those touched by water could hear the voice of the mouth less creature.
"You know very well you were horrible when you did that." Tikal scolded him. Chaos sighed, shrugging a little.
"Eh, it's expected from some one like me. The violent rivers, the chaotic energies of mortals, I am the embodiment of rage itself. Some how I can just stay passive enough to be a guardian. Yet…" Chaos trailed off, his full green eyes look a little away from Tikal and more to their right.
"And yet what? Chaos, is something wrong again?" Tikal asked worridly, looking at the side of his head. She squeezed his watery hand a little, trying to comfort him if he went into another bout of rage.
"I just feel a little… it's too hard to explain." Chaos replied reluctantly, turning his gaze to meet her eyes.
"Chaos… we don't need you bottling up emotions again. My fucking god, you nearly destroyed the world already, all because you were unwilling to talk. And now you do this again?" Tikal's voice began to pick up speed, a little enraged. Chaos sighed again, slowly getting up. Tikal's hand passed through his, hinting that he wanted to leave right now.
"You can't trust me still. Tell Knuckles I'll be gone. And don't worry about another destructive rampage. It's bad enough you're burdened with me, but you don't need to start worrying over things that have little chance of happening." Chaos instructed, and then turned to leave. He started walks when he heard Tikal speak again.
"You're not a burden…" She muttered. Chaos stopped for a bit, looked to the ground, and then continued on to the wooden bridge back to land.
"Chaos… damn it chaos…" Tikal sighed, sitting down again and slinging her legs once again over the edge.
"Why does he have to do this…" She grumbled, picking up a pebble and tossing it over the edge. At least he gave his word to hold back, but that hasn't always proven to be useful in the past.
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A small line of water flowed by the curb, amazingly dodging sewer entrances and hiding under scattered trash. A wail of a siren barely pierced over the blaring heavy metal music, another person causing havoc in the hell hole of downtown. A few teens walked by, spray cans in their hands. A homeless person leaned in the allies, covered in what ever torn up clothing and blankets the beggar could find. The puddle discreetly flowed underneath a few passing cars and onto the other side of the street. A strange graffiti sign was on the red wall of an apartment complex, marking some gang's territory. A broken light hung over the sidewalk, the green pole damaged from a few stray bullets in past fights. Underneath all the turmoil of the place, lay the hum of the place's life, an untold, unrecorded history of all that had happened and all that will if it continued that path. Once again Chaos fell into a depressed state. He had no idea why he chose to come here, the stream was always worse in this area. Something had drawn him, and no matter how hard he tried he continued to trickle down the street and search for what beckoned him.
"So, you're still going to scream ya whore? Come on. Just calm down, you'll like it." A voice rung out through the air, blocking out all the noise. Nay, it did not come from the air. It was from the under hum.
"Please! Just… just leave me alone! I… I did nothing to deserve this!" Another voice cried out. Panic rippled through, blocking out everything going on around Chaos. It was rare a single creature's torment ever disrupted the flow from him, and that made it even worse. True torment was going on all around him, yet one person cried for help from some one. Any one… any thing. Who better to answer the call than an experienced guardian? Thus, Chaos quickly went onto the sidewalk and darted down the alleyway in which the victim of whatever crime being committed was.
"Come on now, don't cry. Just be a good little slut and smile for me. You know you want it, you're just playing hard to get." That male voice broke through again. Now he could do more than feel the panic, he could hear it and see it. He could see through her eyes, could see through her soul. The speedy yet ominous tune hummed in his eyes, the soul's way of crying for help to those which did not live on its plane. He was coming closer, speeding across alleys and through the downtown district. The tune was speeding up, and he could feel a strong hand grip his unformed arm. He then slowed down, the hum muting. Soon the puddle was underneath the assailant. The male suddenly stopped, looking down. A figure dressed in black and wearing black shades.
[How cliché] Chaos thought. As he surrounded the human's foot, he could feel the cacophony of drunken chaos in him. Chaos inwardly smiled, always enjoying every chance he had to deal with people who were that of his own name, some sort of twisted comfort in destroying your own nature. Soon the water below the human began to gain more mass.
"Wha…?" The human retracted his hand from the female, trying to step back a little. The female, a young woman in a pair of jeans and a white shirt, stepped back. Her ruby eyes displayed a mix of confusion and fear. As the human male lifted the surrounded foot, Chaos took full shape. The man was launched backwards, the back of his head slamming into the concrete and the force rolling him even farther. The man groaned, already feeling a warm red liquid flowing from the rear of his head and his scraped back.
"Damn whore, this one of your friends?" He groaned, slowly getting up. As he finally turned his head up, he saw not a human as he expected but a creature made of pure water, a floating brain near the top of his head shaped area. Two green eyes stared down at the man. Chaos moved his right claw hand up, seeming to threaten the man to run.
"What the hell are you!?" The man gasped, and then thought of the stories. The reports of a demon made of water, a large serpent that destroyed Station Square. It couldn't be that same thing? Suddenly the claw ripped forward, slamming into the chest of the human. Instead of being thrown back as he expected, the water formed around and gripped him tightly. He was lifted into the air, Chaos continuing to look at him.
"What a waste of life." Chaos spoke. Yet only the man being held by him could hear in the area. Chaos knew Tikal would be listening though, but felt he could explain the situation enough to not watch his words this time.
"Euhh…." The male whimpered, struggling in Chaos's grip.
"Please… please don't kill me. Oh God I can change, just please don't kill me!" The man begged for his life. The water demon shrugged, and then rammed the man into a dumpster. A dull crack, some glass breaking, and he could tell the man was dead. He retracted back his right hand, turning around to check on the female. Yet the woman was on her knees, covering her ears and crying with her eyes shut.
"Please don't kill me! I'll do whatever you want. Oh God please don't, I'm too young. I've done nothing wrong. Oh God, oh God, oh God." The woman rambled, tears continuously hitting the ground. Chaos moved his left had forward to pull the woman to her feet, but then realized who she was talking to. He pulled back his hand and looked down at the woman. After some debating, he finally returned to his puddle form and wandered off. He'd done his good deed for the day.
"And so they triumphed over the great evil. Through time, the land was restored. Yet the sands of time would never cover these heroes, for they nearly gave their life to protect even their foes." A pink echidna finished, closing a book. A small group of chao began to mumble in their own language, obviously having enjoyed the tale. The pink echidna got up, smiling at the little blue creatures.
"Now then, you all should head to sleep or Knuckles will get after you." The pink echidna instructed. The chao all nodded as best they could and wobbled back to the garden. The pink echidna kneeled down, placed the book on the ground, got up, and brushed off her tribal dress. She then headed down the large stone path that once lead to a large bridge to connect the floating altar with the rest of the world around it. She sat down, sighing and looking across to the forest below. A bit of water seeped through the pebbles, and a claw like hand was covering her right. Quickly, a full figure appeared, a water being with large green eyes, Chaos.
"Tikal, must you always demonize me?" Chaos asked. His voice calm and much like the flowing ocean, yet only the dead or those touched by water could hear the voice of the mouth less creature.
"You know very well you were horrible when you did that." Tikal scolded him. Chaos sighed, shrugging a little.
"Eh, it's expected from some one like me. The violent rivers, the chaotic energies of mortals, I am the embodiment of rage itself. Some how I can just stay passive enough to be a guardian. Yet…" Chaos trailed off, his full green eyes look a little away from Tikal and more to their right.
"And yet what? Chaos, is something wrong again?" Tikal asked worridly, looking at the side of his head. She squeezed his watery hand a little, trying to comfort him if he went into another bout of rage.
"I just feel a little… it's too hard to explain." Chaos replied reluctantly, turning his gaze to meet her eyes.
"Chaos… we don't need you bottling up emotions again. My fucking god, you nearly destroyed the world already, all because you were unwilling to talk. And now you do this again?" Tikal's voice began to pick up speed, a little enraged. Chaos sighed again, slowly getting up. Tikal's hand passed through his, hinting that he wanted to leave right now.
"You can't trust me still. Tell Knuckles I'll be gone. And don't worry about another destructive rampage. It's bad enough you're burdened with me, but you don't need to start worrying over things that have little chance of happening." Chaos instructed, and then turned to leave. He started walks when he heard Tikal speak again.
"You're not a burden…" She muttered. Chaos stopped for a bit, looked to the ground, and then continued on to the wooden bridge back to land.
"Chaos… damn it chaos…" Tikal sighed, sitting down again and slinging her legs once again over the edge.
"Why does he have to do this…" She grumbled, picking up a pebble and tossing it over the edge. At least he gave his word to hold back, but that hasn't always proven to be useful in the past.
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A small line of water flowed by the curb, amazingly dodging sewer entrances and hiding under scattered trash. A wail of a siren barely pierced over the blaring heavy metal music, another person causing havoc in the hell hole of downtown. A few teens walked by, spray cans in their hands. A homeless person leaned in the allies, covered in what ever torn up clothing and blankets the beggar could find. The puddle discreetly flowed underneath a few passing cars and onto the other side of the street. A strange graffiti sign was on the red wall of an apartment complex, marking some gang's territory. A broken light hung over the sidewalk, the green pole damaged from a few stray bullets in past fights. Underneath all the turmoil of the place, lay the hum of the place's life, an untold, unrecorded history of all that had happened and all that will if it continued that path. Once again Chaos fell into a depressed state. He had no idea why he chose to come here, the stream was always worse in this area. Something had drawn him, and no matter how hard he tried he continued to trickle down the street and search for what beckoned him.
"So, you're still going to scream ya whore? Come on. Just calm down, you'll like it." A voice rung out through the air, blocking out all the noise. Nay, it did not come from the air. It was from the under hum.
"Please! Just… just leave me alone! I… I did nothing to deserve this!" Another voice cried out. Panic rippled through, blocking out everything going on around Chaos. It was rare a single creature's torment ever disrupted the flow from him, and that made it even worse. True torment was going on all around him, yet one person cried for help from some one. Any one… any thing. Who better to answer the call than an experienced guardian? Thus, Chaos quickly went onto the sidewalk and darted down the alleyway in which the victim of whatever crime being committed was.
"Come on now, don't cry. Just be a good little slut and smile for me. You know you want it, you're just playing hard to get." That male voice broke through again. Now he could do more than feel the panic, he could hear it and see it. He could see through her eyes, could see through her soul. The speedy yet ominous tune hummed in his eyes, the soul's way of crying for help to those which did not live on its plane. He was coming closer, speeding across alleys and through the downtown district. The tune was speeding up, and he could feel a strong hand grip his unformed arm. He then slowed down, the hum muting. Soon the puddle was underneath the assailant. The male suddenly stopped, looking down. A figure dressed in black and wearing black shades.
[How cliché] Chaos thought. As he surrounded the human's foot, he could feel the cacophony of drunken chaos in him. Chaos inwardly smiled, always enjoying every chance he had to deal with people who were that of his own name, some sort of twisted comfort in destroying your own nature. Soon the water below the human began to gain more mass.
"Wha…?" The human retracted his hand from the female, trying to step back a little. The female, a young woman in a pair of jeans and a white shirt, stepped back. Her ruby eyes displayed a mix of confusion and fear. As the human male lifted the surrounded foot, Chaos took full shape. The man was launched backwards, the back of his head slamming into the concrete and the force rolling him even farther. The man groaned, already feeling a warm red liquid flowing from the rear of his head and his scraped back.
"Damn whore, this one of your friends?" He groaned, slowly getting up. As he finally turned his head up, he saw not a human as he expected but a creature made of pure water, a floating brain near the top of his head shaped area. Two green eyes stared down at the man. Chaos moved his right claw hand up, seeming to threaten the man to run.
"What the hell are you!?" The man gasped, and then thought of the stories. The reports of a demon made of water, a large serpent that destroyed Station Square. It couldn't be that same thing? Suddenly the claw ripped forward, slamming into the chest of the human. Instead of being thrown back as he expected, the water formed around and gripped him tightly. He was lifted into the air, Chaos continuing to look at him.
"What a waste of life." Chaos spoke. Yet only the man being held by him could hear in the area. Chaos knew Tikal would be listening though, but felt he could explain the situation enough to not watch his words this time.
"Euhh…." The male whimpered, struggling in Chaos's grip.
"Please… please don't kill me. Oh God I can change, just please don't kill me!" The man begged for his life. The water demon shrugged, and then rammed the man into a dumpster. A dull crack, some glass breaking, and he could tell the man was dead. He retracted back his right hand, turning around to check on the female. Yet the woman was on her knees, covering her ears and crying with her eyes shut.
"Please don't kill me! I'll do whatever you want. Oh God please don't, I'm too young. I've done nothing wrong. Oh God, oh God, oh God." The woman rambled, tears continuously hitting the ground. Chaos moved his left had forward to pull the woman to her feet, but then realized who she was talking to. He pulled back his hand and looked down at the woman. After some debating, he finally returned to his puddle form and wandered off. He'd done his good deed for the day.