The Lone Angel
By Shadow and Dark Promise
Disclaimer: I do not own the creature here, the Nemisis. It is owned by capcom, or more specifically, the development head of Resident Evil 3.
He woke up at 4 in the morning as was usual for him now. But Rassen wasn't here. He shook his head, not thinking anything of it for now. He rubbed the last bits of sleep out of his eyes. He quietly put on his pants, put on his shirt, and took his katana and clipped it to his belt. /Look for Rassen,/ his thoughts told him. //No, he might just be sick, or late.// /God dammit, you've known Rassen for two years, he can run in the snow with you and still not get sick. In a t-shirt and shorts./ Tak regarded his own commands and looked out his window. He then stood puzzled for a second, and looked at his room. It was different. Tak then ran out of the door and into the desert. It wasn't overly hot, and there were rain clouds in the sky. He thought he saw a string of letters went past him. Marceous the BloodDrinker smirked and waved at him. Tak walked towards him.
"Where the hell are we?" he asked, a cross look on his face.
"At the end of time. This place is infected. It basically consists of nature's code flipped and reversed. I've infected the area with a matter destroying virus. The other trainees are alright, however, they will be stuck this way, frozen in time, until you can overcome the guardian of the seal. You can't die, you won't age, you won't tire, you won't need food or water." He then started to draw a circle on the ground. He wrote some odd looking letters on the ground, all of which started to glow in a pale blue light. "He can die, but you'll have a hard time getting that far. You know, if you can defeat him, I may move you up with some of the others like yourself..... the fallen angels," he said, twirling his finger. Another stream of letters went right past Tak's head.
"If this somehow serves as amusement for you-" Tak started, but Marceous cut him off.
"This is not about the challenge, we both know you will succeed in that, but this is about your heritage. I can tell you are denying it. You are what you are, and there is no changing that," he said, smirking.
"I asked Rassen about your name. He said it's because you once drank a lich's blood and it gave you incredible magical ability. Is there any truth to this statement?" he asked, smirking right back.
Marceous looked at him with bitter contempt. "With my own 10 fingers I gained this skill, and you will have no more meddling in my affairs," he said, still trying to retain those last few shards of dignity.
"For such a powerful mage as yourself, you're quite naivé, a tad rude, and quite ignorant. I've been reading your memory for the past 20 minutes. So, you killed a family, drank the father's blood, and in a necrophiliac fashion raped the mother's body, and then finally threw the poor baby in the middle of a desert? For shame," he said, making a 'tisk, tisk' noise and waving his finger in a naughty fashion. Tak then smirked indignantly. "Where's this beast you think so highly of? Is it..." Tak then dashed faster than Marceous or the enviroment could adjust, and Tak left a small patch of singed earth when he stopped, behind Marceous. "Here?"
"How about I call him over here?" Marceous, carefully examining him, spoke quietly.
"Well, why the hell not?"
Marceous then started to grin as the earth started to crack, ala Grand Gaia. The monster rose up, and stared menacingly at Tak, its eyes glowing in anticipation. It's skin was a sickly brown, it had claws on it's left...umm.. hand, and it's right arm was a bunch of tentacles. It stood 9 feet tall. Its mouth and right eye were stitched shut.
'It looks a lot better than Marceous,' Tak thought. He raised his katana in a defensive stance, bracing for its attack. The thing rushed towards him, and stopped three feet from him. It stuck its tentacles into the ground and they rose behind Tak's katana, that is, until he made a motion as if to decapitate himself and the tentacle, but he bent at the last second, creating a lightning arc over his torso.
"So, you've found a weakness in my beauty."
"Well, with what you have comparison to, I guess you could call it a beauty. Does it have a name?"
"Nemisis. It's from another dimension."
"What a pity. I was hoping he could stay long enough to give you fashion tips..." he said, glancing at the gray trenchcoat of Nemisis, and the orange robes of Marceous.
"Silence! Nemisis, destroy!"
The Nemisis took out a rusty, old rocket launcher and fired at Tak. Unfortunately, the tell-tale click told them all that it was empty. Plus, the small flashing red light with the word 'EMPTY' over it was another hint. It then chucked the gun at Tak, who jumped into the air, ran along the barrel to get up to Nemisis's face, and in a Matrix-esque fashion, launching him in to the air, comboing with multiple Cutting Edges, and as he fell to the ground, a Flash Bolt. The Nemisis writhed in the air, then fell to the ground, fried. It twitched once, and faded into nothing. Marceous took a look at his watch.
"In this world, it took you 5 m, 32.3 sec. to kill him. In the real world, it took you 2 hours."
"Figures."
"Now, I will return the camp to normal, and we will not speak of this to anyone. Not even to your friend Raisin, or whatever."
Tak felt a growl forming in his throat. The landscape shifted to normal. Tak then found a plow in his hands, with a note attatched: 'Better get started.' He then sighed and summoned his djinn Kaze to work the plow while he planted the seeds.
~Fin
Nemisis: STAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! (Trans: I wanna go home!)
Shadow: STAAAAAAARSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! (For now, but you'll be back.)
Nemisis: STARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRS! (CHIKOUSUUUUUUUUUUU!!![DAMN YOU!])
By Shadow and Dark Promise
Disclaimer: I do not own the creature here, the Nemisis. It is owned by capcom, or more specifically, the development head of Resident Evil 3.
He woke up at 4 in the morning as was usual for him now. But Rassen wasn't here. He shook his head, not thinking anything of it for now. He rubbed the last bits of sleep out of his eyes. He quietly put on his pants, put on his shirt, and took his katana and clipped it to his belt. /Look for Rassen,/ his thoughts told him. //No, he might just be sick, or late.// /God dammit, you've known Rassen for two years, he can run in the snow with you and still not get sick. In a t-shirt and shorts./ Tak regarded his own commands and looked out his window. He then stood puzzled for a second, and looked at his room. It was different. Tak then ran out of the door and into the desert. It wasn't overly hot, and there were rain clouds in the sky. He thought he saw a string of letters went past him. Marceous the BloodDrinker smirked and waved at him. Tak walked towards him.
"Where the hell are we?" he asked, a cross look on his face.
"At the end of time. This place is infected. It basically consists of nature's code flipped and reversed. I've infected the area with a matter destroying virus. The other trainees are alright, however, they will be stuck this way, frozen in time, until you can overcome the guardian of the seal. You can't die, you won't age, you won't tire, you won't need food or water." He then started to draw a circle on the ground. He wrote some odd looking letters on the ground, all of which started to glow in a pale blue light. "He can die, but you'll have a hard time getting that far. You know, if you can defeat him, I may move you up with some of the others like yourself..... the fallen angels," he said, twirling his finger. Another stream of letters went right past Tak's head.
"If this somehow serves as amusement for you-" Tak started, but Marceous cut him off.
"This is not about the challenge, we both know you will succeed in that, but this is about your heritage. I can tell you are denying it. You are what you are, and there is no changing that," he said, smirking.
"I asked Rassen about your name. He said it's because you once drank a lich's blood and it gave you incredible magical ability. Is there any truth to this statement?" he asked, smirking right back.
Marceous looked at him with bitter contempt. "With my own 10 fingers I gained this skill, and you will have no more meddling in my affairs," he said, still trying to retain those last few shards of dignity.
"For such a powerful mage as yourself, you're quite naivé, a tad rude, and quite ignorant. I've been reading your memory for the past 20 minutes. So, you killed a family, drank the father's blood, and in a necrophiliac fashion raped the mother's body, and then finally threw the poor baby in the middle of a desert? For shame," he said, making a 'tisk, tisk' noise and waving his finger in a naughty fashion. Tak then smirked indignantly. "Where's this beast you think so highly of? Is it..." Tak then dashed faster than Marceous or the enviroment could adjust, and Tak left a small patch of singed earth when he stopped, behind Marceous. "Here?"
"How about I call him over here?" Marceous, carefully examining him, spoke quietly.
"Well, why the hell not?"
Marceous then started to grin as the earth started to crack, ala Grand Gaia. The monster rose up, and stared menacingly at Tak, its eyes glowing in anticipation. It's skin was a sickly brown, it had claws on it's left...umm.. hand, and it's right arm was a bunch of tentacles. It stood 9 feet tall. Its mouth and right eye were stitched shut.
'It looks a lot better than Marceous,' Tak thought. He raised his katana in a defensive stance, bracing for its attack. The thing rushed towards him, and stopped three feet from him. It stuck its tentacles into the ground and they rose behind Tak's katana, that is, until he made a motion as if to decapitate himself and the tentacle, but he bent at the last second, creating a lightning arc over his torso.
"So, you've found a weakness in my beauty."
"Well, with what you have comparison to, I guess you could call it a beauty. Does it have a name?"
"Nemisis. It's from another dimension."
"What a pity. I was hoping he could stay long enough to give you fashion tips..." he said, glancing at the gray trenchcoat of Nemisis, and the orange robes of Marceous.
"Silence! Nemisis, destroy!"
The Nemisis took out a rusty, old rocket launcher and fired at Tak. Unfortunately, the tell-tale click told them all that it was empty. Plus, the small flashing red light with the word 'EMPTY' over it was another hint. It then chucked the gun at Tak, who jumped into the air, ran along the barrel to get up to Nemisis's face, and in a Matrix-esque fashion, launching him in to the air, comboing with multiple Cutting Edges, and as he fell to the ground, a Flash Bolt. The Nemisis writhed in the air, then fell to the ground, fried. It twitched once, and faded into nothing. Marceous took a look at his watch.
"In this world, it took you 5 m, 32.3 sec. to kill him. In the real world, it took you 2 hours."
"Figures."
"Now, I will return the camp to normal, and we will not speak of this to anyone. Not even to your friend Raisin, or whatever."
Tak felt a growl forming in his throat. The landscape shifted to normal. Tak then found a plow in his hands, with a note attatched: 'Better get started.' He then sighed and summoned his djinn Kaze to work the plow while he planted the seeds.
~Fin
Nemisis: STAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! (Trans: I wanna go home!)
Shadow: STAAAAAAARSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! (For now, but you'll be back.)
Nemisis: STARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRS! (CHIKOUSUUUUUUUUUUU!!![DAMN YOU!])