The old Asian master Paced with Skill, his every move weakened his opponent then withdrew with the same ease. He was barely moving yet his opponent felt like he was soon to die. The short man suddenly stopped mid step his eyes closed. The crowd watched on as his opponent slowly stood up and took a stance. His opponent smirked and uttered a few curse words under his breath before charging at Wang. He was a meter away before the old man came to life. With the same amount of energy he had exerted all along he took one of the many stances of Tai Chi and gripped his assailants shoulder which he guided into the stone wall beside him. Using his leg to finish off his opponents last ties to the ground he elevated the man into the air . Wang's opponent hit the stone temple pillar with a sickening thud. He glanced over his shoulder to witness the pain that he had caused. The stream of blood was flowing into the young mans already matted hair as he slid down the stairs into a pool of his own blood. The crowd roared with delight congratulating Wang Chin Rei on his act of Homicide.
He quickly turned his stare away from the scene. He was tired of doing this he wanted it to all go away. What he had done to so many people was too much of a cost to pay just to win a tournament.
He caught something else when he looked away. A young Caucasian boy illuminated by the light of the burning south American sun. His ear-length silver hair framed his strong face. His amber eyes pierced the old man. His wide smirk was what haunted Wang. It was tormenting him, laughing at what the old man had done, laughing at what the old man felt. Wang quickly looked away but the small boy's eyes still pierced through him playing with his mind.
A sudden voice brought him to his knees, creating a cloud of dust. "Old man what have you done?" followed by a manacle laugh. Wang grabbed his ears to shelter from the sinister voice, only to hear it booming through his head once again. "Are you so scared that you will not even face me?" He turned around to see the young boy, he was the only one left there, the crowd around him was gone left with the chanting of the forests wildlife, the bright light created shadows from the boys now sprouting violet wings. Wang looked on in terror as the boys' skin slithered off him to leave a magenta beast. The Boys once Brown eyes now formed into dark red pools of hate and despair.
"What have you done to him?" whispered Wang in between his tears.
"Simply exposed what he will become if you do not help him," explained the Demon
".....I will try."
He quickly turned his stare away from the scene. He was tired of doing this he wanted it to all go away. What he had done to so many people was too much of a cost to pay just to win a tournament.
He caught something else when he looked away. A young Caucasian boy illuminated by the light of the burning south American sun. His ear-length silver hair framed his strong face. His amber eyes pierced the old man. His wide smirk was what haunted Wang. It was tormenting him, laughing at what the old man had done, laughing at what the old man felt. Wang quickly looked away but the small boy's eyes still pierced through him playing with his mind.
A sudden voice brought him to his knees, creating a cloud of dust. "Old man what have you done?" followed by a manacle laugh. Wang grabbed his ears to shelter from the sinister voice, only to hear it booming through his head once again. "Are you so scared that you will not even face me?" He turned around to see the young boy, he was the only one left there, the crowd around him was gone left with the chanting of the forests wildlife, the bright light created shadows from the boys now sprouting violet wings. Wang looked on in terror as the boys' skin slithered off him to leave a magenta beast. The Boys once Brown eyes now formed into dark red pools of hate and despair.
"What have you done to him?" whispered Wang in between his tears.
"Simply exposed what he will become if you do not help him," explained the Demon
".....I will try."