Wounds
1-01
The world faded from black. Myst's long hair was covering his face and his head throbbed from a hangover. He groaned as he pulled himself up from the bed. The alarm clock was pulsing but that wasn't what woke him up. He heard shouting from the next room. His neighbours were fighting again. He wondered why Sara, a beautiful blond girl was still with her husband, a bulking black boxer. He felt sorry for her, but knew nothing he could do would make her leave him.
There was a high pitched buzzing behind him. His P.C was on and was emitting a bright blue glow. He moved a chair to it and sat down on it. The screen said he had a new e-mail. He clicked on the open sign.
" This is a notice, informing you that the King of the Iron Fist Tournament 5 will be held in two months time. The prize will be $2,500,000. All persons interested must mail back, leaving their full name and address" A smile appeared on Myst's face. The e-mail has obviously meant for his neighbour, who had said he was entering the next tournament. He thought about informing his neighbour, but he didn't motion from the seat. He quickly typed in the available boxes and sent the e-mail.
Myst Trinson 421 Willow Towers, Forest Town, Toronto, Canada
Why he'd sent the e-mail he didn't know. Maybe it was his pride, tired of his neighbours rants about his fighting capabilities, or maybe it was for Sara. Myst was an able fighter, he was a Penjak Silat fighter, but was abolished from tournaments after his continuous use of forbidden moves. He still practised alone, but doubted he could hold his own against the rest of the fighters in the tournament.
1-02
The air was cold outside and the wind scattered newly fallen leaves across the streets. It was six months since he had been in a Dojo despite and he felt memories flowing through him as he entered the hall. 'Damn, I'm getting old' he thought. He walked to the desk. "Hey, how much is it for two hours in the gym" The reception was a pretty ginger girl who looked to be about 25. Myst stopped himself, now was not the time to be sizing up girls. "I'm sorry, the gym is full. Would you like to make a reservation?" Myst frowned "No that's okay, I'm entering the king of the iron fist tournament and I wanted to put a little training in" Myst didn't know why he mentioned the tournament, but he was glad he did. Her eyes lit up "Really? Well the owner of the gym is free at the moment and I'm sure he'd help you train" The receptionist dialled a short number and after the pleasantries and explaining the situation she put the phone down. "The owner would like to see you. Go through the third door on the left" She smiled and pointed to a small, purple door which was in contrast with the rest of the large stained glass ones that led to the other rooms. "Thank you" Myst winked and made his way to the door. He had no intentions of even looking at the receptionist again but knowing that she liked him gave him a weird sort of fulfilment. 1-03
"Sit down" The owners room was a small circular room with purple walls and a wooden floor. The roof was a large mirror that gave the room a weird glow. The owner was sitting in the middle of the floor. He was bare chest and wore black shorts with a purple symbol o them. He had short, jet- black hair and a small goatee. "My friend says you wish to enter the tournament" The way he talked was meant to mystify Myst, but such tactics no longer worked on him. "The tournament is host to many great warriors, it is important you understand the repercussions of entering" Myst nodded "I have decided" The owner smiled and sprung to a kung-fu stance. He looked Myst in the eyes "you have that fire in your eyes, but it is important that it is not you that gets burnt." The owner moved closer to Myst and held out his hand "I'm Law.show me your skills"
1-04
Myst threw a couple of weak Silat punches at Law and Law smiled. Silat was a difficult technique to master, but one he found easy to defend against. Law sweeped Myst off his feet and kicked him in the chest, sending him backwards. Myst held his chest as he got up, and caught Law off-guard with a kick to the ribs. Myst saw his opening and threw a punch that was meant to connect with Law's head but missed by several inches. By the time Myst got back into position Law was behind him. Myst turned round to receive a vicious kick to the face.
Myst found himself staring at a crimson portrait of himself. The picture was becoming distorted by a constant movement. He wiped his eyes and saw the mirror on the ceiling. Law was standing behind him waiting for him to get up. "Enough?" Law asked, slightly bragging. Myst just smiled "You kidding?"
The next person to hit the ground was Law. Myst had released that traditional Silak moves would be useless, so he started using his own, more technical style. When Law got up he was met by a roundhouse kick to the arm, which sent a shockwave of pain from his elbow to his shoulder. Myst followed up by a quick combination of punches to the stomach and chest until Law start to keel over. Myst twisted Laws arm around his own back and brought him and forced him to his knees. Still holding his arm, Myst put Laws head on his left leg. Then Myst jumped up and twisted 180, driving his thigh into Laws throat and crushing his arm between the floor, and the weight of Law and Myst's body. Law let out a short shriek and Myst let go and moved back. Myst felt a rush of guilt, he had just performed a move on a man in his fifties that could easily break an arm, or crush a mans trachea which would almost certainly kill him. The man got up and Myst could see the pain in his face "You are strong.but the purpose of sparring isn't to kill a man" Law winced, every word he spoke felt like a bottle being smashed against his throat "You have much to learn about fighting.but just as much to forget"
1-01
The world faded from black. Myst's long hair was covering his face and his head throbbed from a hangover. He groaned as he pulled himself up from the bed. The alarm clock was pulsing but that wasn't what woke him up. He heard shouting from the next room. His neighbours were fighting again. He wondered why Sara, a beautiful blond girl was still with her husband, a bulking black boxer. He felt sorry for her, but knew nothing he could do would make her leave him.
There was a high pitched buzzing behind him. His P.C was on and was emitting a bright blue glow. He moved a chair to it and sat down on it. The screen said he had a new e-mail. He clicked on the open sign.
" This is a notice, informing you that the King of the Iron Fist Tournament 5 will be held in two months time. The prize will be $2,500,000. All persons interested must mail back, leaving their full name and address" A smile appeared on Myst's face. The e-mail has obviously meant for his neighbour, who had said he was entering the next tournament. He thought about informing his neighbour, but he didn't motion from the seat. He quickly typed in the available boxes and sent the e-mail.
Myst Trinson 421 Willow Towers, Forest Town, Toronto, Canada
Why he'd sent the e-mail he didn't know. Maybe it was his pride, tired of his neighbours rants about his fighting capabilities, or maybe it was for Sara. Myst was an able fighter, he was a Penjak Silat fighter, but was abolished from tournaments after his continuous use of forbidden moves. He still practised alone, but doubted he could hold his own against the rest of the fighters in the tournament.
1-02
The air was cold outside and the wind scattered newly fallen leaves across the streets. It was six months since he had been in a Dojo despite and he felt memories flowing through him as he entered the hall. 'Damn, I'm getting old' he thought. He walked to the desk. "Hey, how much is it for two hours in the gym" The reception was a pretty ginger girl who looked to be about 25. Myst stopped himself, now was not the time to be sizing up girls. "I'm sorry, the gym is full. Would you like to make a reservation?" Myst frowned "No that's okay, I'm entering the king of the iron fist tournament and I wanted to put a little training in" Myst didn't know why he mentioned the tournament, but he was glad he did. Her eyes lit up "Really? Well the owner of the gym is free at the moment and I'm sure he'd help you train" The receptionist dialled a short number and after the pleasantries and explaining the situation she put the phone down. "The owner would like to see you. Go through the third door on the left" She smiled and pointed to a small, purple door which was in contrast with the rest of the large stained glass ones that led to the other rooms. "Thank you" Myst winked and made his way to the door. He had no intentions of even looking at the receptionist again but knowing that she liked him gave him a weird sort of fulfilment. 1-03
"Sit down" The owners room was a small circular room with purple walls and a wooden floor. The roof was a large mirror that gave the room a weird glow. The owner was sitting in the middle of the floor. He was bare chest and wore black shorts with a purple symbol o them. He had short, jet- black hair and a small goatee. "My friend says you wish to enter the tournament" The way he talked was meant to mystify Myst, but such tactics no longer worked on him. "The tournament is host to many great warriors, it is important you understand the repercussions of entering" Myst nodded "I have decided" The owner smiled and sprung to a kung-fu stance. He looked Myst in the eyes "you have that fire in your eyes, but it is important that it is not you that gets burnt." The owner moved closer to Myst and held out his hand "I'm Law.show me your skills"
1-04
Myst threw a couple of weak Silat punches at Law and Law smiled. Silat was a difficult technique to master, but one he found easy to defend against. Law sweeped Myst off his feet and kicked him in the chest, sending him backwards. Myst held his chest as he got up, and caught Law off-guard with a kick to the ribs. Myst saw his opening and threw a punch that was meant to connect with Law's head but missed by several inches. By the time Myst got back into position Law was behind him. Myst turned round to receive a vicious kick to the face.
Myst found himself staring at a crimson portrait of himself. The picture was becoming distorted by a constant movement. He wiped his eyes and saw the mirror on the ceiling. Law was standing behind him waiting for him to get up. "Enough?" Law asked, slightly bragging. Myst just smiled "You kidding?"
The next person to hit the ground was Law. Myst had released that traditional Silak moves would be useless, so he started using his own, more technical style. When Law got up he was met by a roundhouse kick to the arm, which sent a shockwave of pain from his elbow to his shoulder. Myst followed up by a quick combination of punches to the stomach and chest until Law start to keel over. Myst twisted Laws arm around his own back and brought him and forced him to his knees. Still holding his arm, Myst put Laws head on his left leg. Then Myst jumped up and twisted 180, driving his thigh into Laws throat and crushing his arm between the floor, and the weight of Law and Myst's body. Law let out a short shriek and Myst let go and moved back. Myst felt a rush of guilt, he had just performed a move on a man in his fifties that could easily break an arm, or crush a mans trachea which would almost certainly kill him. The man got up and Myst could see the pain in his face "You are strong.but the purpose of sparring isn't to kill a man" Law winced, every word he spoke felt like a bottle being smashed against his throat "You have much to learn about fighting.but just as much to forget"