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Prelude
They say that there is always a Lule before a storm. Almost as if nature is preparing it self for the reckoning hour. In mythology storm were always considered wars between gods. And the destruction and mayhem they cause it nature was just the natural extent of that. Modern science would refute such claims as fairy tales, and yet almost every major culture looks at a storm as an omen, with almost the same aw that accents looked on them with, struggles of two forces beyond our very comprehension. Our fate, our very souls, hanging in the balance of such divine rivalry. Powerless and only waiting for the out come. Such is the stuff of fairytales and the dreams of great poets, but it has been my experience that myth always conveys some hidden truth...
Helena Had ben the first up that morning, at 5 A.M. She enjoyed the solitude and listening to classical music and opera. But her mind was to concerned to be focused on the peaces. She hd listen to Vics comments and had been thinking them through, unfortunately, he made sense And on top of that both he and Kasumi had vanished. Perhaps what troubled her the most, however, was a bazaar request by Gen Fu. He asked to see copies of what this man had done, his credenchals(?), everything. The majority of this was a well guarded secret by zealous members of the anti Douglass faction. There were, however, some loyalties left to her late father. She had got everything she could. She didn't know why Gen Fu would ask for this info. Maybe it had to do with his grand daughter, and her genetic illness.
She was sitting in the main lobby, and looking out the window, in to a mangiest sunrise, almost as if the old world, so full of evil and wrong, had been destroyed and this sun had now looked on the world, as it should have been, and was proud of it. The lobby itself was spaceshous(?) and nice. It wasn't your average cheap lobby, it was obviously intended to be a meeting place. The room was filled with comfortable furniture. There was a large T.V. against one wall and the other walls were filled with windows. There was a kitchen that was visible there as well. The east windows spued in sunlight like a leaky roof lets in rain. It was supposed to be a nice day, but something didn't feel right.
It was like magic, they just all seemed to appeared. Rumors spread like wildfire about what had happened, ranging from they had murdered each other, to they had eloped. She looked over the crowd and just drowned in the chaos. The separate voices flowing together into one, unrecognizable, stream of sounds. She had her own ideas as to what happened, but wasn't ready to share them, they weren't nearly as nearly as extravagant as death matches, or star crossed lovers.
She walked out onto the balcony and looked at the sky. It was blue, but dark clouds were appearing like factions of a rouge army. They looked omonis and bleak. The good weather wouldn't hold., it was just an illusion... clung to before a devastating storm, they'd be lucky to live through..
She stopped herself, and thought, "what a strange thought to have, must be reading to much poetry". She stood out there, with her tea and just watched the sky for a few more minutes before she heard.
" So what do you think?"
She recognized the voice at once, because of it's innocense and naivete as Leifang. " I am trying not to."
" I heard the truth, they stole a jet ski and rode off into the sunset."
" right..."
At that, almost as if on cue, Kasumi appeared. She walked in, without looking up and saying a word. All eyes feel on her and Helena thought, "how embarrassing." She looked the same, but there was some unrecognizable quality in the way she carried herself. She seemed to be more dignified, more sure of something...
" Where have you been" It was her brothers voice, a note of concern was odveous.
She looked at him with something beyond hatred, a look of loathing. " Why do you care? Scared your assassins wouldn't find me?" She said this in the same cold, lifeless way Vic had talked earlier. And it obviously startled her brother. It shocked everyone, she had never talked this way before, she was the die hard optimist.
He looked genuinely hurt, and was about to reply when the first bolt of lightening was heard. Helena listen to it, as the cannons of heaven or hell clashed and wondered, pensively, who would win this war.
The storm began to grow more fierce and she listen to the haunting orchestra of heaven. The weather channel was on and it was the same old saver storm crap. The room turned dark, almost instantly and all that was left was the mild glow of electric lights, which pailed in comparison to the once radiant sun.
It was then that the door was through open, as if by wind, and in stepped Vic. If the silence which had greeted Kasumi was intense, this was maddening. HE walked in, eyes downcast and said.
" I am sorry, for what I said earlier. I had no right, I wasn't thinking clearly."
She looked at him, he looked human. Not this monster or madman, just a normal guy, who happened to wear PJ's all the time. She heard a voice retort.
" So should we just forgive you, what you said, no apology can be issued for." It was Jan Lees voice, full of hatred. " You have chosen your path now walk it !"
He began to speak then stopped. She saw he was really concentrating hard. His face showed lies of intenseness, but she felt it wasn't on what to say next. He crossed the room and turned up the stereo. It was Ode to Joy. And he stood there, nobody was sure what to do.
" Vic..."
He rased a hand, and this gesture, seemed to demand obedience. He then but a finger to his lips, but his eyes remained close. After a few more seconds, his eyes snapped open, as if they were on springs, and began frantically scanning the room, the same way a mother does, when she has lost her child in a crowd.
" We don't have to take this..."
" Whoever is behind the curtain, near the large balcony, you have 3 seconds to show yourself, then I come in after you. This is not a bluff." His voice thundered. It was not the volume, but the intenseness, that made it so fierce. It drowned out every other sound, even that of the raging storm. She looked at his eyes, and noticed an intensity she had never witnessed be for, and at that moment she realized that he would do, or die trying to do. He would not be stopped, even by himself, he was, as his peers described him, ' a model of efficiency'
" One, Two, Three," At three he charged, he looked more like a beast then a man. A beast that hadn't eaten in days, and had just caught wind of it's new meal. When he was within 5 Ft., a figure burst out and through a throwing star. This person was dressed in all black, and looked like a skilled fighter. What struck Helena as strange was the fact that the star wasn't aimed at him. It's trigectory was all wrong it didn't make any sense.
Then, suddenly, with speed that rivaled lightning, his had shot up and he grasped the star safely, between his index and middle finger. The stranger had broken the nearest window and had jumped out. Vic, turned his body, kicked the wall, and did a sharp 90* turn, without losing any momentum. He jumped out the window, without any hesitation, like he had done it before. Next the 4 other shinobs ran after that, in pursuit. They moved with an inhuman skill and seemed to fly.
Everyone else, looked at each other and then ran for the stairs, each going in there own way. Helena ran. She had no motor bike and thought such activates as that, beneath her. But now she wished she had one. The storm overhead gained momentum and the battle of the gods looked like it was about to begin...
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Prelude
They say that there is always a Lule before a storm. Almost as if nature is preparing it self for the reckoning hour. In mythology storm were always considered wars between gods. And the destruction and mayhem they cause it nature was just the natural extent of that. Modern science would refute such claims as fairy tales, and yet almost every major culture looks at a storm as an omen, with almost the same aw that accents looked on them with, struggles of two forces beyond our very comprehension. Our fate, our very souls, hanging in the balance of such divine rivalry. Powerless and only waiting for the out come. Such is the stuff of fairytales and the dreams of great poets, but it has been my experience that myth always conveys some hidden truth...
Helena Had ben the first up that morning, at 5 A.M. She enjoyed the solitude and listening to classical music and opera. But her mind was to concerned to be focused on the peaces. She hd listen to Vics comments and had been thinking them through, unfortunately, he made sense And on top of that both he and Kasumi had vanished. Perhaps what troubled her the most, however, was a bazaar request by Gen Fu. He asked to see copies of what this man had done, his credenchals(?), everything. The majority of this was a well guarded secret by zealous members of the anti Douglass faction. There were, however, some loyalties left to her late father. She had got everything she could. She didn't know why Gen Fu would ask for this info. Maybe it had to do with his grand daughter, and her genetic illness.
She was sitting in the main lobby, and looking out the window, in to a mangiest sunrise, almost as if the old world, so full of evil and wrong, had been destroyed and this sun had now looked on the world, as it should have been, and was proud of it. The lobby itself was spaceshous(?) and nice. It wasn't your average cheap lobby, it was obviously intended to be a meeting place. The room was filled with comfortable furniture. There was a large T.V. against one wall and the other walls were filled with windows. There was a kitchen that was visible there as well. The east windows spued in sunlight like a leaky roof lets in rain. It was supposed to be a nice day, but something didn't feel right.
It was like magic, they just all seemed to appeared. Rumors spread like wildfire about what had happened, ranging from they had murdered each other, to they had eloped. She looked over the crowd and just drowned in the chaos. The separate voices flowing together into one, unrecognizable, stream of sounds. She had her own ideas as to what happened, but wasn't ready to share them, they weren't nearly as nearly as extravagant as death matches, or star crossed lovers.
She walked out onto the balcony and looked at the sky. It was blue, but dark clouds were appearing like factions of a rouge army. They looked omonis and bleak. The good weather wouldn't hold., it was just an illusion... clung to before a devastating storm, they'd be lucky to live through..
She stopped herself, and thought, "what a strange thought to have, must be reading to much poetry". She stood out there, with her tea and just watched the sky for a few more minutes before she heard.
" So what do you think?"
She recognized the voice at once, because of it's innocense and naivete as Leifang. " I am trying not to."
" I heard the truth, they stole a jet ski and rode off into the sunset."
" right..."
At that, almost as if on cue, Kasumi appeared. She walked in, without looking up and saying a word. All eyes feel on her and Helena thought, "how embarrassing." She looked the same, but there was some unrecognizable quality in the way she carried herself. She seemed to be more dignified, more sure of something...
" Where have you been" It was her brothers voice, a note of concern was odveous.
She looked at him with something beyond hatred, a look of loathing. " Why do you care? Scared your assassins wouldn't find me?" She said this in the same cold, lifeless way Vic had talked earlier. And it obviously startled her brother. It shocked everyone, she had never talked this way before, she was the die hard optimist.
He looked genuinely hurt, and was about to reply when the first bolt of lightening was heard. Helena listen to it, as the cannons of heaven or hell clashed and wondered, pensively, who would win this war.
The storm began to grow more fierce and she listen to the haunting orchestra of heaven. The weather channel was on and it was the same old saver storm crap. The room turned dark, almost instantly and all that was left was the mild glow of electric lights, which pailed in comparison to the once radiant sun.
It was then that the door was through open, as if by wind, and in stepped Vic. If the silence which had greeted Kasumi was intense, this was maddening. HE walked in, eyes downcast and said.
" I am sorry, for what I said earlier. I had no right, I wasn't thinking clearly."
She looked at him, he looked human. Not this monster or madman, just a normal guy, who happened to wear PJ's all the time. She heard a voice retort.
" So should we just forgive you, what you said, no apology can be issued for." It was Jan Lees voice, full of hatred. " You have chosen your path now walk it !"
He began to speak then stopped. She saw he was really concentrating hard. His face showed lies of intenseness, but she felt it wasn't on what to say next. He crossed the room and turned up the stereo. It was Ode to Joy. And he stood there, nobody was sure what to do.
" Vic..."
He rased a hand, and this gesture, seemed to demand obedience. He then but a finger to his lips, but his eyes remained close. After a few more seconds, his eyes snapped open, as if they were on springs, and began frantically scanning the room, the same way a mother does, when she has lost her child in a crowd.
" We don't have to take this..."
" Whoever is behind the curtain, near the large balcony, you have 3 seconds to show yourself, then I come in after you. This is not a bluff." His voice thundered. It was not the volume, but the intenseness, that made it so fierce. It drowned out every other sound, even that of the raging storm. She looked at his eyes, and noticed an intensity she had never witnessed be for, and at that moment she realized that he would do, or die trying to do. He would not be stopped, even by himself, he was, as his peers described him, ' a model of efficiency'
" One, Two, Three," At three he charged, he looked more like a beast then a man. A beast that hadn't eaten in days, and had just caught wind of it's new meal. When he was within 5 Ft., a figure burst out and through a throwing star. This person was dressed in all black, and looked like a skilled fighter. What struck Helena as strange was the fact that the star wasn't aimed at him. It's trigectory was all wrong it didn't make any sense.
Then, suddenly, with speed that rivaled lightning, his had shot up and he grasped the star safely, between his index and middle finger. The stranger had broken the nearest window and had jumped out. Vic, turned his body, kicked the wall, and did a sharp 90* turn, without losing any momentum. He jumped out the window, without any hesitation, like he had done it before. Next the 4 other shinobs ran after that, in pursuit. They moved with an inhuman skill and seemed to fly.
Everyone else, looked at each other and then ran for the stairs, each going in there own way. Helena ran. She had no motor bike and thought such activates as that, beneath her. But now she wished she had one. The storm overhead gained momentum and the battle of the gods looked like it was about to begin...
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