Pain Chapter 1
Revision: 1
Legal Note: See prologue
Pain.
The word has so many meanings i cant even begin to describe them all. To many pain exemplifies a state of being whereby the body relates to the mind the status of its function. This can be simplified into the short form of "Pain lets you know how fucked up you are." It also lets you know that you are fucked up but not to the point of death.
That being said pain would be sweat honey flavored ambrosia compared to what im going through right now.
Agony would best describe this feeling. Hell, that dosent even do it justice. Someone needs to come up with a stronger word for it before i make some really badly thought up word.
To understand what im talking about i guess i should explain the situation.
My father, who shall henceforth be known as 'The Idiot', found this really old martial arts training manual. It was labled the Neko-Ken. It describes a technique of such power and speed as to make the person useing it invinceable. So the idiot decides that i have to learn this stupid technique.
Since my first memories as an infant ive been raised to be the best martial artits possible. Now bear in mind that at the time of this training i was only 6. Yes thats right. Learing invinceable martial arts techniqes at 6 years old tends to unnerve people. Specialy when they hear what other things ive had to put up with for training. But this just happens to be the worst highlight of the entire training adventure.
To train in the neko-ken the victim, i mean student, is bound from head to toe in fish sausages. Why fish sausages? Well theres no real restriction as to what to use other than it sould be edible to cats. Now the second part of the training to to get a bunch of cats, in this case over 50, and starve them for 4 days. The final part of the training is to throw the victim, i mean student into the pit of cats and lock it up for a day. To complete the training one must survive until such time as one can get out of the pit under thier own power. The manual doesnt say anything about repeating the procedure in case someone doesnt learn it but the idiot did it anyway.
Yes thats correct. I wasant subjected to this just once. No he did it at least 6 times. I lost count then because i was barely sane at arround the 6th time he put me in. I had to be restrained with ropes to keep me from kicking the idiot in the head.
Sometime after the 6th time in the pit i blacked out. By this time the cuts and bites of the cats were begining to become infected as i had very little medical attention, like just washing them off then back in the pit, and i was also halucenateing.
I woke up later in the lap of a very nice old lady. She wasnt supprised about it but merely led me inside to get bandaged up. She kindly disinfected my wounds and never said a word.
The idiot came by later and took me away from the nice lady in hers and mine sleep. I awoke the next morning for the ritual beating/Training session. Natualy a wounded child was no match for a drunk fat bastard of a martial artist and i didnt get any breakfast for a week.
From that time forward ive had an intense fear of cats. It preaty much goes like this. I see cat. I freak. If cats still there i freak some more. Repeat previous step for about a minuite and if the cat still hasnt left i go insane. At least i think i go insane. I black out and when i wake up i tend to either have been asleep for a while or in the lap of the nice old lady. What disturbs me is the bloodstains. I usualy always have some large patch of dried blood on my clothes when i wake.
For some reason the idiot never read the back of the manual.
'The only person who would teach this technique is a complete moron because it has been banned. Furthermore it makes the student go into homicidal rages against anyone and anything they can even minimaly construe as a threat. A butterfly flying at them wrong could provoke the student to slaugter everything in sight.'
Im not sure why but i think ive done something very bad. The idiot seems more afraid than usual. Usualy he has about 200-300 people out for his blood because of petty theft and or fraud, but now somethings diffrent. He keeps talking about 'Escapeing to china'. He thinks there might be some good training grounds there as well.
Now if only blood washed off the hands easier....
Revision: 1
Legal Note: See prologue
Pain.
The word has so many meanings i cant even begin to describe them all. To many pain exemplifies a state of being whereby the body relates to the mind the status of its function. This can be simplified into the short form of "Pain lets you know how fucked up you are." It also lets you know that you are fucked up but not to the point of death.
That being said pain would be sweat honey flavored ambrosia compared to what im going through right now.
Agony would best describe this feeling. Hell, that dosent even do it justice. Someone needs to come up with a stronger word for it before i make some really badly thought up word.
To understand what im talking about i guess i should explain the situation.
My father, who shall henceforth be known as 'The Idiot', found this really old martial arts training manual. It was labled the Neko-Ken. It describes a technique of such power and speed as to make the person useing it invinceable. So the idiot decides that i have to learn this stupid technique.
Since my first memories as an infant ive been raised to be the best martial artits possible. Now bear in mind that at the time of this training i was only 6. Yes thats right. Learing invinceable martial arts techniqes at 6 years old tends to unnerve people. Specialy when they hear what other things ive had to put up with for training. But this just happens to be the worst highlight of the entire training adventure.
To train in the neko-ken the victim, i mean student, is bound from head to toe in fish sausages. Why fish sausages? Well theres no real restriction as to what to use other than it sould be edible to cats. Now the second part of the training to to get a bunch of cats, in this case over 50, and starve them for 4 days. The final part of the training is to throw the victim, i mean student into the pit of cats and lock it up for a day. To complete the training one must survive until such time as one can get out of the pit under thier own power. The manual doesnt say anything about repeating the procedure in case someone doesnt learn it but the idiot did it anyway.
Yes thats correct. I wasant subjected to this just once. No he did it at least 6 times. I lost count then because i was barely sane at arround the 6th time he put me in. I had to be restrained with ropes to keep me from kicking the idiot in the head.
Sometime after the 6th time in the pit i blacked out. By this time the cuts and bites of the cats were begining to become infected as i had very little medical attention, like just washing them off then back in the pit, and i was also halucenateing.
I woke up later in the lap of a very nice old lady. She wasnt supprised about it but merely led me inside to get bandaged up. She kindly disinfected my wounds and never said a word.
The idiot came by later and took me away from the nice lady in hers and mine sleep. I awoke the next morning for the ritual beating/Training session. Natualy a wounded child was no match for a drunk fat bastard of a martial artist and i didnt get any breakfast for a week.
From that time forward ive had an intense fear of cats. It preaty much goes like this. I see cat. I freak. If cats still there i freak some more. Repeat previous step for about a minuite and if the cat still hasnt left i go insane. At least i think i go insane. I black out and when i wake up i tend to either have been asleep for a while or in the lap of the nice old lady. What disturbs me is the bloodstains. I usualy always have some large patch of dried blood on my clothes when i wake.
For some reason the idiot never read the back of the manual.
'The only person who would teach this technique is a complete moron because it has been banned. Furthermore it makes the student go into homicidal rages against anyone and anything they can even minimaly construe as a threat. A butterfly flying at them wrong could provoke the student to slaugter everything in sight.'
Im not sure why but i think ive done something very bad. The idiot seems more afraid than usual. Usualy he has about 200-300 people out for his blood because of petty theft and or fraud, but now somethings diffrent. He keeps talking about 'Escapeing to china'. He thinks there might be some good training grounds there as well.
Now if only blood washed off the hands easier....