Nyeh heh heh!
It is I, the great Viperhat! And I am back with more of my masterpiece, Trials of Ice! A story as great as me! With this story, Undyne shall peruse my story and make me a member of the royal guard!
Nyeh heh heh heh heh heh!
Yeah, I am in love with undertale. But I am also back just in case you didn't know…
And I know I said I wouldn't be posting until March or so. But I figured I had a long enough break and the homework has been relatively easy for the last two weeks so I decided to cut my homework break short.
Besides, I am ITCHING to continue on with my stories and I am the kind of guy who loses skill in something the longer he stays away. In anything… Like I am the kind of person who forgot how to ride a bike after a long period…
I guess the bike was TWO-TIRED!
Never mind...
LETS READ!
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(1 month later)
The sound of silence was near maddening, the only form of noise coming from the devil slayer sitting on the side of his bed through his breathing. Gray sighed in resignation. Ever since he was sent to the town last month, he came back and for the first week, Lyon had been strangely quiet. Only talking to him when they were stuck In the library. But the devil slayer was fine with this, he only cared about getting stronger and reading through these books would continue to help him in that aspect. After all, knowing is half the battle.
Then during the second week he started becoming his usual self. It was almost as if he had an epiphany, if idiots like him could have an epiphany… He would bother the devil slayer more and more everyday, looking at him with a determined gaze as he constantly demand that Gray would fight him.
Unfortunately one day he took it a bit too far… The silver haired boys actions lead a massive discovery that Gray hated, a lot… The revelation had led to the new dynamic between him and his master and rival and it wasn't a good one.
He didn't care… he didn't.
After that incident during the second week. Gray didn't find much joy or satisfaction in training and fighting on the top of the mountain anymore. He still had to fight his hand to keep it from shaking sometimes.
He only got these shakes when he cast his mind back to that day, voluntarily or involuntarily it didn't matter.
'I wish I never did what I did.' Gray thought in a moment of regret. He really didn't want to do what he did, but what did Lyon expect him to do?
He learned a lesson from that week. Most of the world would only see the aesthetic, the first glance. They didn't care for reasons, they only cared about what they could see and/or experience. It hurt him to some extent, Lyon definitely fit that compartment. Ur… He still didn't know.
But for the last two weeks after the incident she had been avoiding him a bit.
He thought back to that day and inwardly grimaced. Ur literally had to pull him and Lyon away from eachother from what he remembered. His actions weren't entirely justified but the silver haired bastard deserved every second of it... He wanted to believe that anyway...
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(two weeks ago)
Gray had trudged back up to the top of the mountain again to train once more. He had learned what he could from his Ice augmentation and he needed to wait until he could find anything on the next stage of Ice-make. From what he remembered he had completed the second stage and he remembered hearing Ur say something about there being four stages.
To say he was intrigued was an understatement…
But he would have to be patient and wait for Ur to show him the next step. For now, he could happily improve on his superior magic.
He felt his slayer tattoo glow as his inherited magic surged through him. He closed his eyes and focussed on practising his secret technique.
'See father, I am still learning our magic. I won't disappoint you.' He thought. Melancholy hit him temporarily, he ignored it and continued to focus. He felt in the zone...
"Okay stripper! Today is the day I beat you so prepare." Lyon shouted at Gray. Making him jump from his place in the centre of the mountain, falling on his back as his eyes met the grey and cloudy sky above.
What was it with people scaring him?...
The raven haired boy took a moment to steel his nerves before he picked himself up off the ground and whirled around to meet his rivals eyes. Annoyance evident in his own. He really hated it when Lyon bothered him with these repetitive demands. All he wanted was some time to himself but unfortunately his rival wasn't as inclined to allow him such respite.
He wasn't feeling at his best today anyway, so any hope Lyon has of his cooperation was all for naught.
"Okay, first off I-Ack!" Lyon must have only heard the first word because as soon as Gray tried to continue he was instantly taken off of the ground by a giant Viper of Lyon's obvious making. He felt the Vipers icy body constrict his body tightly as he was brought higher into the air. Gray struggled for a few seconds in the grip before his devil strength kicked in, which he then effortlessly snapped the icy snake in two as he released himself from the grip.
Big mistake…
He looked down and almost yelped as he saw the snowy ground quickly enlarge as he began to plummet toward it. But he found that he couldn't yelp. His eyes widened in fright as he realised he couldn't do anything...
He couldn't breathe, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't breathe, HE COULDN'T BREATHE!
No matter what his mind told him to do his body seemed to have shut itself down in pure terror, Gray estimated that the ground was around 60 feet away from him and it was quickly enclosing.
"Oi Gray, quit playing around!" He barely heard Lyon shouting at him. "Do something or you'll hurt yourself!"
Gray heard him, he really did. But he couldn't do anything, He was just so high up and he had never realised that much before. His mind briefly wandered back to the day his village/town was destroyed, back to when his few friends and even fewer family were torn apart and/or burned to a crisp.
Back to when Deliora ruined his life….
The feeling of falling for a long period of time left him with the familiar feeling of his ex-bestfriend Jade kicking him down the mountain he brought her and little Macbeth to. He genuinely thought he was going to die on that day. He shouldn't be alive TOO remember it. Because of Deliora, his friend turned on him and almost killed him in the same way Lyon had just because he had a sparring obsession.
It all revolved around Deliora eitherway….
Gray's mind began to spiral out of control as he finally let out a scream of terror just as he connected with the floor. It didn't hurt as much as he felt the shock from the fall disable him again. His breathing was slightly erratic as he clutched his chest in vain hope of calming it down with his own skin.
Maybe his heart would realise that his body was still alive and by extension would give him his feeling back. Being numb was not a very pleasant experience after going through the short nightmare he just did.
He felt something wet trail down his half scarred face and he didn't know whether he was happy for being able to feel again or to cry from his memories deciding to curse him with their presence again…
Deliora's roar reverberated through his skull at such a low volume he had to strain his ears just to hear it. He didn't even know that it was Deliora until he actually tried to listen to it.
Then something else caught his ears, just a tad more quieter than Deliora and frighteningly more human, it sounded sad, angry and… Betrayed…
"(You are disgusting...)" A woman's voice echoed around inside his head, Gray unconsciously gripped his ears, even if he couldn't hear to well from his left one.
"(You let this happen you worthless whelp...)" This voice was more masculine, clearly male by process of elimination… But it still held that ominous and angry tinge to it. It's scathing comment whilst not able to hurt him physically it certainly felt like it.
"Shut up..." Gray couldn't tell how broken his voice came across
"(You should be burning in hell with the rest of us...)" a another woman.
"Shut. up."
"(It's you're fault...)" A kid, obviously very young if his or her voice was anything to go by.
"Shut..."
On his knees and hunched over Gray began to shake involuntarily. His mind was continuing to tear his already fragile mental state into shreds as the horrible remarks continued to reverberate around in his skull.
For the first time… Gray couldn't find the strength to fight back… His memories just wouldn't stop popping up. His mind was going hazy, as if he was falling asleep. He didn't want to be left with his sadistic mind torturing him for the next few hours.
'No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, NO! Help…. Please!' He chanted. He wasn't even talking but he could FEEL the fear in it.
Suddenly, Gray felt a hand roughly twist him around. The memories stopped and the voice's ceased to torment him as he found his working eye gazing on the boy who caused this for him.
Gray looked at Lyon who was shaking him with an annoyed expression marring his features. The devil slayer began to feel an overwhelming and all-pervading anger take him over. Lyon had put him through hell.
And he was going to pay…
"Alright pissy pants, are you going to Get up or are you surrendering to me?" he asked, a smug look overtaking his annoyance.
But Gray didn't respond…
He continued to to stare at the ground, just barely restraining his hysterical anger. Lyon didn't even sound sorry or concerned in any way! Did he even care?! Even though HE didn't care about the git he didn't expect a kid as naive as he was to be so apathetic!
He truly was a pathetic bug. And Gray wanted to squash him like one…
Looking up Gray's eyes, even though one was completely destroyed BOTH glowed a soft and almost un-seeable red hue as he focussed them on Lyon, who had backed away slightly with caution before locking his gaze with Gray's. His eyes growing slightly wider when he saw the red glow.
He was within arms reach after all…
The tension between the two began to grow as Gray's fists clenched and unclenched convulsively, stretching his neck as if it was stiff.
Lyon had jumped slightly when Gray finally spoke. Whether from him actually speaking or from the rage his voice held.
"You want to fight that badly?" The devil slayer asked him ominously, his eyes flickering brighter before dampening again. "Well…" He looked away for a moment, before he looked back up at Lyon.
"You better be careful what you wish for!" He shouted before he lunged at Lyon at an impossible speed. Aiming his fist for his rival's stomach.
Lyon didn't have any time to do anything, he was within three feet of Gray before he even moved. The fist struck him right where the devil slayer intended and he grinned as he watched Lyon double over as the wind was taken out of him.
Gray took advantage of this and grabbed hold of Lyon's shoulder as he rolled over his back and used the momentum to pick him up and with an enraged yell throw him into the rocky wall fifteen metres away with practised ease.
Gray watched as Lyon collided with the rock and stumbled to stand up, shock evident on his face. Lyon looked at him with anger, clearly miffed at the dirty move.
"Hey! What was that for assho-Hrrgh!" He didn't get the chance to finish as Gray ran up to him again and grabbed him by the neck and slammed him against the rock, creating a massive 'Thud' when Lyon's back smashed against it roughly.
With his left hand, Gray moulded a big Icicle around his forearm with his devil ice and he pointed it directly at Lyon's head. He didn't know why but he grinned at the fear that his rival adopted.
"Let's get to the 'point' you bastard!" He ground out before he lifted his ice-coated arm up directly to Lyon's head. He retracted his arm back and was just about the thrust it forward when his arm was met with resistance.
Gray looked back and saw a thick sheet of ice arcing around his entire arm, he growled annoyingly turned his arm into ice to phase through it. Looking back he retracted once more when he was flung away from a big icy fist.
Which came straight from the Lyon…
Apparently; he had remembered that he had a pair of arms and he instantly used one of them when he curled his right hand into a fist of pure ice and enlarged it before punching Gray away from him.
Gray recovered in the air and shook his head when he landed. Looking up he saw Lyon crouch on the ground, his un-altered hand holding his marked neck. His other altered hand was suddenly thrusted into the thick snow and ice as his head reared up to look at him.
"You'll pay for that you scarred ice asshole!" Lyon yelled as he focussed intently on Gray. He looked angry yet focussed. "I was going to surprise you with this in our next spar!" He spoke, a dark grin suddenly wiping any trace of anger he held previously. "But now I am going to use it to take you down!"
Gray grit his teeth harder, he wondered just what was going on when he looked down and saw a big blue circle grow under him. Somehow, he knew that he needed to move out of the way, so with a grunt he jumped back and watched as a massive fist erupted from the ground.
Lyon had been practising…
Suddenly, two circles appeared at both of his sides. His eyes widened as the circles also became two big fists that curved themselves onto his position. He bent backwards to avoid them, using his right hand to steady himself and move back from the arched ice fists with trained ease. He saw the space under the arch suddenly snap up and collied with the top.
The devil slayer sweat dropped, this could possibly be a tricky fight after all…
The icy fists continued to sprout from the ground, both around and directly under him. And Gray continued to dodge them with little to no effort at all. His anger and hysteria had taken him over when the fight started and it continued to fuel his determination to hurt his rival.
But he had a lot of trouble getting close to Lyon. He somehow managed to either move out of the way just I time or straight up block him with a surprise ice wall. Gray; even with his enhanced abilities just wasn't quick enough to react when Lyon brought the wall up. Perhaps it had something to do with the raging negative emotions in him but he just couldn't hit him conventionally, his devil ice or his Ice-make.
But Lyon wasn't having any luck with hitting him either...
"Ice-Make: Hail of spears!" He shouted. Suddenly, hundreds of big, icy spears began to rain down out of the darkening sky and Lyon had to redact his attention from Gray to shield himself from the spears.
The spears were hammering down on Lyon's shield and he saw that he was having a lot of trouble maintaining his shield with one hand. Lyon spared a look towards Gray to which Gray just snarled and cut down the ice fist that had been barrelling towards him effortlessly before facing him.
"Ice-Make: Cryo cannon!" He shouted as a massive turret appeared behind him, the sheer size of it was terrifying enough but when it adjusted itself to face Lyon it was enough to make him abandon his shield and burrow into the thick ice with his altered hand just as the cannon fired a Goliath of a bullet.
It was at this point that Lyon realised that Gray was out of control. He had mentally smacked himself for not noticing it at the beginning, he had been so angry at what Gray did that he had forgot that he had attacked first, causing Gray to go into this episode.
Him and master Ur still didn't know what made Gray tick…
But Lyon was one step closer now, whether he knew it or not. And now he had to hope for master Ur to come along and help him before Gray loses it completely. As much as he hated to admit it he was getting tired, he couldn't keep this up for much longer. They were still kids but Gray had WAY more stamina, it was proven true when master Ur had the two workout to keep themselves in shape. Lyon could lift and bench press a decent amount but he couldn't go on for more than five minutes before being completely out of it. But Gray, with his enhanced strength and durability could lift more than eighty pounds with some effort and even do the human flag with little effort and be completely fine for roughly fifteen minutes before he started to tire.
Lyon had even gotten jealous over the clear muscle his rival had. His body had a balance between bulk and tone. Lyon had guessed that he had it naturally from his devil slayer magic. He had no idea how such magic worked. But he realised that and the jealousy melted away and in it's wake he was filled with determination to out do him in working out.
But first, he had to survive or beat Gray. Thinking he was stronger than he was, he decided to go in for the final blow.
Grinning, Lyon augmented his body into ice and travelled through the frozen surface at a brisk pace, homing himself on Gray's position.
But Gray was just standing there, looking straight at him with the snarl he had on his face for the last half an hour.
But there was no way he knew where he was. Surely it was coincidence.
But as he approached Gray, who augmented his fist into ice before he stuck it into the ground and literally FISHED HIM OUT OF THE GROUND! He knew this move was a bad idea.
It never occurred to him just how powerful and fast Gray was in close quarters. He didn't know any martial art but he was a master at using his momentum to dodge and add a punch to his attacks as well as knowing how to fake an attack and fake his opponent out. He was a very calculated yet tactfully unpredictable most of the time when in battle.
But Lyon still thought that he was better at everything else. Even when proven wrong…
But when Lyon felt the cold hard ground slam against his back at an impossibly fast speed he could tell that he was about to find out just how painful his punches could pack.
The first punch hit impacted with his chin, dislocating his jaw and possibly fracturing the bone. Lyon found it within him to scream from the pain. The next fist found it's mark on his right cheek, he felt another painful 'crack' as another fracture had been beat into his cheek bone.
They just kept on coming after that and after a minute, Lyon face was a mess of bruises and cuts. All while he saw the red glow get brighter for a second. Was this really Gray? As hazy as his mind was he knew that Gray wasn't someone who would harm just because he was scared. He would yell at them and threaten them but never follow through with the threats.
But he was becoming desperate. Where was master Ur?! Did she know about this? Did she even know where they were!?
She wasn't here at the moment though and he needed to do something. Or Gray would beat him to death.
Soon, his instincts kicked in and he moved his arm in front of his face to block Grays punch, but since the enhanced strength was being pushed into the attacks Lyon's arm broke from the sheer impact.
"AHHH" Lyon cried as the bone snapped, the pain was maddening. He had to do something now!
'Stop it Gray! STOOOOPPPP!'
'It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, IT HURTS!'
His mind was racing with more thoughts than he could possibly concentrate on, this added to Lyon's already pain addled mind. Which led him to do what he did.
One nasty punch to his nose destroyed any sort of rational thinking he had left. Lyon screamed once again as he thrusted his left hand (with the fingers coated with a sharp and short icy tip) into Gray's scarred eye.
It had the desired effect as the enraged Gray screamed as he felt his left eye get sliced in two, Lyon had managed to cleave through the eye-patch and into his blinded eye. With a hard yank, Gray felt the flesh and bone around the left side of the eye-socket split and break apart when Lyon's finger blade slashed to the left.
The other fingers had left a few minor and big cuts on his scar tissue and one little cut on the right side of his face.
With his blind eye mangled further and the force from the slash throwing his face to the left, Lyon trembled as he slowly stood up and he was about to kick the downed Gray in the face when two giant icy fists came out of nowhere, encasing both him and Gray in them.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO EACHOTHER!" Roared the familiar voice. Lyon almost cried in relief when master Ur was in his sight, ten feet away from them with one hand stuck in an icy pillar she made. Even though he could see the look of abject terror and unfiltered anger plastered onto her face he didn't care. He was saved and he would happily take any punishment she gave him for saving him.
Maybe he could tell her what happened and get her to ditch Gray… Whether or not he did this knowingly she just couldn't keep him after he told her what happened.
He grinned at the thought…
But the two mages fell unconscious from the strain of the fight and their injuries before they could answer (or in Gray's case scream).
But before Lyon let his mind shut him down, he saw master Ur look at Gray's eyes, or more specifically the red glow they held.
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That was two weeks ago…
Gray involuntarily felt the area around his scarred and un-patched eye socket. He was lucky that he was blinded on that side otherwise he would have been in for a world of shit…
the weird thing was that he didn't remember it until Ur cautiously tried to remind him. But the thing that knocked it back into his skull was Lyon coming in with the look of a bloody disfigured Vulcan, shouting at him as he laid there in shock.
His eyes were glowing red? He did that to Lyon? He tried to kill someone, his rival?!
It felt so surreal, sure, Lyon was an annoying asshole but he had never felt the need to kill or harm him anymore than just giving him a few light bruises… But Lyon's face was battered and heavily bruises, his right arm was in a cast and he was looking at him as if he was fucking Zeref incarnated! If what the two said then it was warranted but he didn't remember anything other than falling after breaking out of Lyon's stupid ice snake!
He suddenly got up and walked towards the window. Pulling the curtains apart he saw the night sky stare back at him as it's nocturnal light enveloped his bedroom. The usual cloudy and/or stormy sky was not present for once and on this rare occasion, Gray could see the full extent of what the universe had to offer. The sight was mind boggling.
He vaguely saw the Capricorn constellation and his mind was brought back the the blond girl a month ago. Lucy…
Her mother looked so happy to be around her, she seemed to have the perfect family. He didn't know the father but he had to be good didn't he? After all, if those two were as nice as he thought then the father had to have been just as nice…
He felt slightly jealous, Lucy doesn't seem able to scare anyone close to her. She didn't have these disgusting scars covering her left side, only leaving a quarter of the leg un-scarred. She didn't have some weird problem where she would go completely berserk on someone they know and almost kill them.
She wasn't a complete fucking failure of a human being, who would never deserve the life she was given. She was lucky…
Gray forced his eyes shut and shook his head. Trying to rid himself of his thoughts. The girl didn't deserve his angry ranting. There were people worse off than himself, he was lucky to have someone take him in and save his life in the first place.
But how long were they going to allow him and these episodes…?
It was the first one, but he almost killed his rival, who put up an almost equal fight to his knowledge. How many more could they go through? Surely they couldn't continue such a charade forever.
He couldn't leave them though… He NEEDED to be here. No matter how much he hated to admit it. It was true, he didn't want to be all alone out in the harsh and unforgiving world yet. People would only see something an angry, self-destructive and dangerous child. They would see some arrogant and pretentious loser. They wouldn't know what made him the way he is today, the things he had been exposed to at an age too young.
People only saw the aesthetic…
But not even he knew what laid beneath his scars anymore…
"What can I do..." He whispered, sadness seeping through his confused tone. "I don't know what I can do. I am not safe to be around. But I need to be around someone who cares. Ur cares, she hasn't hurt me. I don't know what I would if she cast me out."
His hand was trembling, looking down his scarred hand was unable to be stilled. Regret for what he had done began to flood into his body, taking him over and making his working eye leak. As soon as the first tear fell the floodgates had opened and he was silently crying within seconds. He twisted his body around and as soon as he felt his back come into contact with the wall he sunk down to the floor and brought his knees up to his chest.
"I'm sorry… I'm sorry..."
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"I'm sorry… I'm sorry..."
That was the only thing she could hear from where she was. Her head pressed against the door.
Not many things could phase Ur Milkovich. She was that one woman who had managed to go through a full biology class without throwing up whilst her students back in the day were barely able to sit through the demonstration.
But the following two weeks after seeing Gray and Lyon attempting to tear eachother apart had her thinking about the boy behind her door.
She remembered when Her and Lyon had their talk and as much when he had snapped at her a month ago. She sent Gray into the town and gave Lyon a chance to tell her what was wrong.
He did mention something similar to this happening, but he had made it sound like an insult. He hadn't actually thought it would happen. She could tell.
I got her thinking about what she could do if something like this ever happened. She didn't completely know everything that made Gray click. Being put through what he had she expected there to be things what traumatised him, Demons, fire and insults about his experience were the things she expected to set him off on an episode. But falling from a big height was something she didn't expect.
Something must have happened…
She moved away from Grays door and started to make her way back to her room. She couldn't help but feel horrible. She was put in a tough position with Gray and his problems. She wanted to help him, she really did, but he was becoming to dangerous to keep around Lyon.
It wasn't his fault. It never could be. He couldn't help it that his mind was in turmoil. He couldn't help the fact that him and Lyon were to destructive towards eachother. And he certainly couldn't help himself when these episodes happened. Maybe, with time and practice he could control it. But she didn't know how to help him nor did she know anyone who could.
She feared that if he had another episode around herself or Lyon whilst the other was away he would either kill Lyon or be killed. She didn't worry about it happening around her but she couldn't be around him twenty four hours a day. Gray wouldn't want it either. That was not a good way for a kid to grow up.
This all reminded her of her beautiful daughter and her magical deficiency. But instead of her it was Gray and his mind being the thing that was destroying him. She only saw one way of helping him.
And she didn't like it one bit…
And she doubted that Gray would be interested either. But she had to try, she cared to much about her students.
But in Grays case, if she loved him, she would have to let him go…
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Okay, this was not very good… I am sorry about the quality. I did say that my skill declines over time. The chapter was everywhere and I don't like how I went about the 'Episode'. But this will play a big part in the story. For which I will not divulge.
Just in-case you are wondering, the conversation between Ur and Lyon happened a month ago (if that wasn't clear). The conversation will not be shown for some time. I had a great idea for it and I want to give it a try.
Also, expect the third chapter of One's Perseverance after this. I want to get back into the the swing of things.
TRIVIA TIME!
1: Is it too late to say that I'm sorry!? XD
Yes, it is Viperhat you complete flapjack… I am going to beat myself up so bad that I will be saying 'Hello from the other side'…
2: Who is excited for ComiCon this year?
Me, it will be the first time I have gone a convention. I am looking forward to it.
3: Who is you're favourite author? (not manga author)
It would be J.K. Rowling or R.L. Stein… Harry Potter and Goosebumps are both awesome…
But thanks for watching and I will see you in the next update.
Stay cool,
-viperhat
P.S. Nyeh heh heh!
