Moonlight addict
First Movement: A Castle Called Purgatory
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Ike ducked the instant he heard the gun fire, his lightning fast reflexes allowing him to effortlessly dodge the bullet.
"Shit!" Snake exclaimed, knowing that it was the last round in the clip. Reluctantly he returned the firearm to its holster and grabbed a small C4 pack off of his belt. The bluenette charged, sword above his head, and closed the distance between the two mercenaries instantly.
Now only about a foot away from Snake, Ike brought his sword crashing down. The blade struck nothing but hard cement, without even looking he could feel the mercenaries presence behind him. Damn, that was fast. How did he dodge that? Just then he glanced down to see a small package of C4 stuck to the end of his blade.
"Too easy." Snake said, pushing the plunger on the detonator in his hand. The explosion was deafening, the bluenette was sent hurling through the air into the wall on the opposite end of the room. Instantly the man felt his head make bone shattering contact with the hard cement.
He could hear the bones of his jaw splintering and feel fractures running through his skull. His whole mind went blank and he lost all sensation in his body, no doubt his neck had broken from the impact. His lifeless body fell weakly to the ground. He could feel the blood escaping through the internal injuries of his neck, but he could barely process the pain or anything at all. As his vision went black, he could still hear his ears ringing from the blast.
"End Training guys." Snake said, ejecting the empty cartridge from his USP. Looking inside of the magazine, he sighed to himself and reached into one of his ammo pouches for a new clip.
As soon as Snake said 'End Training' the blue haired mercenary felt life surge back into him. Immediately the sickening pain in his neck vanished and his head went back to normal. Standing up shakily, the bluenette shook his head and, stumbling slightly, walked over to Ragnell. The sword had been lodged into the wall ten feet away from him in the explosion.
"You alright kid?" Snake said, fluidly sliding a new magazine into his gun. As soon as the brunette heard the metallic click of the clip locking in place, he returned the gun to its holster. Still dazed, Ike tried to form a reply.
"Huh? Yeah, yeah I'm fine. You just never get used to it, y'know? Dying and all." He said loudly, his ears still ringing from the explosion.
"Yeah I hear ya'. It's kind of cool though, sick I know, but it makes you wonder." Snake said as the cement walls around them began to fade, and suddenly they were back in Snake's dormitory.
"Wonder what?" Ike asked. Done inspecting Ragnell's still flawless blade, he returned the golden sword to it's sheath.
"If that's what dying really feels like." Snake replied, undoing the various belts and harnesses on his stealth suit.
"I'm gonna head out, maybe see that brawl between Roy and Marth. Wanna come with?" Snake invited, slipping off his gray body suit. Rummaging through the drawers of his room he managed to find a pair of jeans and a white tee shirt. Donning both in a hurry, but leaving his signature headband on, the man made his way for the door.
"Sorry, but no. I think I'll go train in the woods, I don't want to get my ass handed to me by you in our match next week." Ike said, chuckling to himself as he ran through every second of their fight in his head.
Where did I go wrong, what needs improvement? How did Snake get so fast since our last fight? Maybe I should hone Ragnell when I get back to the room, no doubt it was dulled by that blast.
"Don't beat yourself up Ike, it was close, closer then I like my fights." The mercenary lied. Both knew that Snake relished a good fight more than anything else. The two of them being mercenaries, they actually had a lot in common. Which was probably why they had hit it off so well when they met their first week after joining the competition.
"Yeah bullshit. Maybe I'll catch you in the common's at dinner." The bluenette said, waving to the mercenary as they took off down the hall in separate directions.
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Kissing Roy on the forehead, Marth slid himself into the pants of his uniform and heard Roy sigh behind him.
"I wish you wouldn't do that love. I like you so much more when you're naked." The boy said, getting out of the bed to get dressed himself. Scooping up the assorted parts of his battle uniform off of the ground, Roy couldn't help but to stare at his lover. The bluenette was still shirtless and currently sliding his left boot onto his foot.
"You gonna stare at me all day? The fight is in about twenty minutes, if you don't hurry we'll be late." Marth said, slipping his blue tunic over his head. Roy forced himself to look away from his love and focus on putting his own uniform on.
"There, all set. Are you almost done?" Marth asked turning and looking to the redhead.
"Yeah, almost. Lets go, I can put this stupid thing on while we walk." Roy said, trying to get his crown centered on his forehead.
"Y'know maybe if you didn't wear it upside down It'd be easier to put on Roy." Marth joked as he walked towards the door. Just as he passed Roy he reached his hand down and gently slapped the redhead on the ass. The boy squealed and followed behind Marth, red in the face.
"What was that!?" The boy asked, pretending that he'd minded.
"One for luck." Marth said, putting his arm around his lovers shoulder as they made their way to the arena.
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I could feel my body grow heavy immediately. Like the clouds beneath my feet were sucking me down into them. My head raced with all sorts of thoughts as I began to sink into the white wisps.
"Goddess what have I done! What have I done! What have I done!!" I yelled. I watched as a figure with flowing black robes and long purple hair stared down at me, watching as I sank helplessly into a sea of white.
"You've done… only what you wanted to. You've reaped… only what you've sown. Does it not feel glorious? You've lost all control. You are now a free spirit. Fall Pit. Fall far, down to some foreign plane. I'll catch you, and no harm shall come of you."
The speed at which I began to fall increased exponentially. Suddenly the clouds were what looked like miles above me and I was rocketing towards the ground. As I looked up I saw the black figure falling just above me. He seemed poised, his arms outstretched as though to welcome me. I craned my head down to see where I was to land.
A forest, and in the center of this forest, a massive castle. I closed my eyes and accepted the fate I had wrought.
"Don't feel guilt, Pit the angel. I am the tempter of pure souls. The freer of those bound by laws and duties. In my embrace, you shall find the pleasure you are too cowardly to seek. You shall witness feats and experience miracles your goddess would hide from you. You will land safely in my arms child."
I close my eyes and feel the butterflies in my stomach mount as I near the canopy of the forest.
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"Now lets hear a big welcome for our second Competitor- you all know him! IT'S MARTH!!!" The crowd went wild as the bluenette calmly walked out onto the battlefield.
Drawing his sword, he stared fiercely at his opponent- Roy, his lover. The two stared at each other only for a moment before walking out onto the battlefield. Standing in the center of the ring, the two exchanged a handshake, as was customary in the tournament. The two then backed up until they were both standing on opposite ends of the white ring in the middle of the arena.
"And FIGHT!!!" The announcer boomed.
Instantly Roy drew his sword and threw it, sending it hurling through the air towards Marth. That unpredictable little bastard! Marth thought, drawing his own sword and blocking the attack in one fluid motion. As soon as he blocked the blade however he saw the redhead diving at him from behind the steel. The red haired swordsman made hard contact with his fist against Marth's right temple. Immediately the bluenette saw stars flashing in front of his eyes. Another kick from Roy sent the warrior crashing to the ground.
The redhead went for his sword hastily and, after picking it up off the ground, charged towards the bluenette still reeling from the kick the he had thrown. Towering over the blue haired warrior the redhead raised his blade over his head and brought it crashing down towards his lover. Marth instantly blocked the slash with the sole of his left boot. The steel plate in the sole barely withstood the force, and the warrior could feel the sharp blade digging into his heel.
Yelling in pain the bluenette raised his sword and attempted to stab the redhead, who only just managed to deflect the blade. He felt the strike which had been aimed at his chest instead cut open his shoulder. Gasping in pain the boy almost dropped his sword. Taking advantage the distracted warrior, Marth quickly raised himself to his feet.
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Another tree came crashing to the ground as Ike's Ragnell effortlessly cut through it. No sooner had the dead lumber made contact with the ground than it was suddenly, almost instantaneously, reunited with its stump. As though the mercenary hadn't severed it only a moment ago.
"This is a strange forest indeed. Everything about this castle is strange. Speed though, I don't need power. To beat Snake next week I'll need speed." The bluenette raised his sword to chest height and quickly practiced his strikes. With each one he judged how fast he could swing and recalibrated the strike to optimize it.
Each swing the man made was faster than the one before, but significantly less powerful. If I strike swiftly he won't be able to dodge, but I won't be able to end the match quickly. None of Snake's weapons are melee ones, and he uses hand to hand combat, so he'll have much more endurance than I. This is bad, I have to find a balance between speed and power in order to fell him as quick as possible.
Completely absorbed in his training, Ike barely noticed the white speck plummeting downwards from the sky.
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Breathing heavily, Roy ran towards Marth, a prominent limp in his stride. Not too long ago the bluenette had dealt a blow which cut a deep gash into the redhead's left leg just above the knee. He could feel blood rushing out of him from multiple injuries, and his strength was beginning to fade. I don't think that I can last this out much longer. The boy barely had the strength to counter as Marth's sword made contact with his own. The impact sent him recoiling backwards and left him barely standing.
Marth was exhausted too, though the redhead hadn't landed many blows with his sword, he had dealt many extremely powerful melee attacks. Though Marth obviously had more speed and form than his lover, Roy dominated him in strength and endurance. Advancing towards the redhead who hadn't recovered his balance yet, Marth swiped sideways with his sword. The boy somehow managed to turn the momentum of his fall into a dodge just in time and escaped the attack. Countering with his blade he cut deep into both of Marth's shins with his sword.
Rage and pain swelled through the bluenette, barely reacting to the wounds he grabbed Roy by his cloak and hurled him as far as he could. The redhead hit the stone of the arena hard and felt the air rush out of his lungs. Marth gave him no time to recover. Running over to the boy he raised his sword and pierced it into Roy's chest. Stunned by the pain, and the sensation of the sword inside of his body, the redheads eyes went wide with shock.
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The black robed man walks through the forest, carrying my weak and limp body in his arms. As I watch us pass by indiscernible trees I wonder where he is taking me, where we're going. But I already think that I know, we're going to the castle, I'm almost certain.
"Hey, who are you!?" I hear a strong voice call to us. As hard as it is, I turn my head in the direction of the sounds. It's him, Ike of Crimea. He's just as beautiful in person as he was from up in Skyworld. Though I feel faint and on the verge of passing out my heart soars, it's my first time meeting the object of my obsession.
"Hey! I asked you a question pal! Who are you and- oh my god! Is he alright?" Ike runs over, dropping his sword to the ground. He's concerned for my well being, under different circumstances I'd probably be able to properly appreciate it.
"He is merely exhausted. You take him." With that, Mythieus, the man in black, gently places me into Ike's waiting arms. The bluenette is very careful when taking me from the figure, he wants to make sure not to hurt my wings. My wings which are already drooping, I no longer seem to have the strength to control them
"But wait a minute, who the hell…" Mythieus has already vanished off into the forest. Ike stares down at me. "Who are you?" He asks already turning to carry me to the castle.
"Pit." I rasp, I must be weaker than I feel.
"Pit? Well Pit, where did you come from?" He asks me, his arms are strong and I feel much better now that I'm in them.
"I fell… I came here from Skyworld." I say. I'm still stuttering and I think I may pass out soon.
"Well Pit, don't worry. We'll get you to the medical bay where you can rest." He smiles at me reassuringly. I feel myself slip out of consciousness in the comfort of Ike's embrace.
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"Well I think that it's safe to say we have a winner. Give it up for MARTH!!!" The announcer blared out of the intercom. The audience immediately roared with cheers and applause. Swinging his blade to fleck off Roy's blood the mercenary scanned the crowd triumphantly.
"Well Roy, I guess we can't all be winners, can we?" The bluenette said smugly. He heard nothing but a weak moan from the redhead. Turning to face his love, the bluenette was frozen with fear.
Roy wasn't back to normal, he still had a gaping wound in his chest from the sword. Instantly Marth threw his blade to the ground and ran to cradled his lover. He could feel warm blood coating his hands and Roy was barely breathing. How can this be happening!?! The hands…they, at the end of the fight, all our injuries should fade away! What's going on!? What is this!?!
A hush fell over the crowd who watched as Marth went into hysterics cradling his love's dying body. The bluenette's injuries hadn't healed either, but he didn't care about them, he wasn't even aware of them anymore. Confused and scared, Marth wasn't sure what to do for the love of his life who was fading quickly right before him.
"Medic! Medic!!! Someone get a fucking Medic!!!" Marth screamed, sobbing as Roy bled to death in his arms.
First Movement- Done