Quest for Self Mortality
Chapter 1
The Ending is only the Beginning.
He woke up and looked around. He felt his arms and legs. They were filled with pain and shot it through his nerves at the slightest movement. Yet strangely, he kept moving them. He wanted to feel something anything even if it was pain of the worst kind. His head swirled or at least his vision. He looked at the wall in wide shock as it seemed to crawl with faces from something hellish and not of this world. He closed his eyes and it was a wall again.
He couldn't figure what was going on. Nor could he remember what had happened before. Why did his legs and arms hurt? He felt a taste in his mouth. Blood.
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" He screamed holding it till his lungs could prolong it no more. Then he fell silent. Lying there quiet trying not to think but thoughts swam around in his head anyways. He wanted it to go away. Slowly he sat up. Everything looked like it was slow. The clock blinking seemed to slow, the creaking of the door from the window left open would be eerie to any passer by or observer that came around. He sat up and looked at his blood soaked sheets. Then the memories flooded into him.
He was suddenly in a vision, or seeing his past. He was walking. Late at night, near the central part of the city, he had picked up some simple groceries. Walking and walking. That's what he saw. Someone walked up to him and asked something. He couldn't remember what. The vision was speaking but no words came out. The person got angry. He tried to tell him to relax. Then pain. What pain? His leg, was slashed by a hunting knife. He jumped back and almost collapsed. The person walked up shaking angrily. He turned the knife around and hit him on the head so many times his vision blurred. When he put his hands up to defend he cut them too. He yelled in pain, or tried but nothing came out.
He wanted it to stop so badly and he couldn't do anything. Just sit there and die by the hand of a mad man in some dark place where no one would find him or care. He wanted to scream in rage, but the pain seared in him. He started to shake, a sudden feeling rushing over him, he wasn't going to take this anymore. He wasn't going to die now not like this and not here.
He watched the vision this time it was clear as crystal to him. As the knife lifted again. There was a sudden shake like the very fabric of air around him shimmered. Like it was a sheet of glass, then he reached forward and grabbed the knife by the handle. With a quick twist and pulling the arm toward the side of him he stood up took the knife and broke the assailants arm in one motion. Lost in rage and a trance as if his violent nature was controlling his arm he spun around him grabbed his shoulder and holding tight dragged the blade right across his throat then stabbed in into his back and with unimaginable force dragged the blade down to his hip. The air shimmered again and looked frail like it was glass then it was back to normal and the body crumpled to the ground. But there was a strange look on the face of the person. It was still the same expression as when he was bringing down the blade as he body fell and turned toward him in a heap in the last dying seconds and the vital blood chocked him to death, his eyes went wide in surprise.
Then the vision faded. Somehow he had come back home. He looked at the wall again. For a long time he stared at it, trying to see something. Then he closed his eyes and took a breath. He let his mind relax. Often he wondered many things, questioned many things. Mortality was one of them, existence was another thing. He spent a lot of time wondering about realism. The very fabric of it, how humans took for granted physics and other every day things that made the world what it was. The phone rang.
He stared at it. Then he picked it up.
"Hey Dashu, get up! It's two o'clock in the afternoon. How long are you going to sleep? Look I have something planned for today. It'll be a lot of fun. So get off your ass and wait at your door. I'm already on my way there so I will pick you up. Okay?"
"Yeah sure. I got to wash of this blood first."
"Blood? Did you get in a fight again?"
"Again? What do you mean again Totsuya?"
"Lately you have been in a few fights. I don't even wrestle with you anymore. You react faster than you think. Anyway, wash it off and get outside."
"Alright. I'm up. I'm going." Dashu hung up the phone. He walked to the bathroom He looked in the mirror and washed his face. The water felt refreshing, or even revitalizing. He breathed and enjoyed the moment. He opened in eyes again still taking in the feeling. The mirror was shaking. His mind snapped to attention and it wasn't shaking. He looked at it again. Nothing was happening anymore. He sighed and put on his pants and threw on a shirt.
When he opened the door the air hit him like a rush like he was free falling or something. Again he brought his mind to attention, and there was barely a breeze. It was a typical hot summer day. He figured he was losing his mind. He decided he would have to go see a doctor about this and find out what was going on.
"Beep!" The car had pulled up and his friend smiled and waved at him. He smiled back and walked around to the other side of the car and got in. When he sat, Totsuya took off.
"Calm down. What's so exciting?" Dashu asked.
"That's no fun if I tell you. Jeez, you always like to assess everything. You'll see soon enough anyway. Sorry it isn't a strip club." Totsuya replied.
"Ha ha. Damn funny moron." Dashu let the sarcasm on thick.
"Anyway, just enjoy the ride" Totsuya smiled.
It didn't matter what it was. He needed something to take his mind of what happened. He wondered if there was going to be an arrest for him. Or was there? If he had died would anyone have known? Well, it was too late to be worrying about it now. He just let himself soak up the rays from the sun and waited till he got to wherever Totsuya was taking him.
"Hey you! We're here. Get out." Dashu blinked a few times. He didn't remember arriving.
"Was I sleeping?" He asked.
"Yeah, stupid, you were asleep. Duh! You were just staring forward with a blank grin on your face the whole ride. I tried talking to you but you just sat there staring. Did he hit you on the head too many times?" Totsuya scolded.
"Maybe he did." Dashu replied. He didn't remember staring. Something was most definitely wrong with him.
"Hey this is a gun range. Cool." Dashu said with a smile.
"I thought so too. I knew you'd like it. You got cash right? I'm not paying for you."
"I don't expect you to. Let's go empty a few clips." Totsuya nodded in agreement with a silly grin on his face.
They walked up to the desk. After paying their amounts they were given a choice of a few guns. Totsuya took the 9mm typical handgun. Dashu stopped his eyes on the .45 magnum. He picked it up. Then his head hurt. He looked at Totsuya. He didn't seem to notice. So he shrugged it off. The lady at the desk pointed in a general direction of which way to go. As they walked he was suddenly elbowed. Totsuya pointed.
"Look at that. Some army generals or something. They must be practicing off duty."
"Seems that way. Maybe you should ask them for some pointers."
"Shut up! I can fire a handgun just fine as it is thank you." Dashu chuckled. Totsuya didn't look impressed.
Now Dashu was beginning to realize how much his head hurt and how much he was losing. Things weren't making sense to him. Parts were missing even though they just had happened. Did he just give money to the lady at the desk and not say anything? He had to have said something. There was no way he didn't but he didn't remember anything that might have been said. The drive to the range? Washing blood of him? He only did his face. What was going on? He started to panic then something weird happened. The air around him felt heated up. But not hot, more comfortable like. In a slow pan he turned to look at everyone while he walked up to the booth to shoot. He lifted his arm and the air grew cold, the targets seemed to grow huge like they were immense. He saw every head for each target. The wall pattern in the back seemed to move like it was alive. He thought about last night when he was shaking in rage. And he closed his eyes for one second then pulled the trigger.
Another breath and reality came back to him like a trickling stream. He heard sounds again was aware of everyone else. Everyone was staring at him. He looked at his hand. The barrel still smoking, then out to the targets. Six targets were hit. Each one right in the head. Perfectly in the very middle.
"This if bravo one. We've found our man."
There was a flash of blinding light and then smoke. He fought it. It made him dizzy and sick. He stumbled around. He dropped the gun. He watched everyone else start to run then pass out from the gas. His mind swirled again. He stumbled again. Taking one step at a time, then he ran forward. He bent low and rammed into the person who set off the grenade. He didn't know what was going on. He felt his foot give. He flipped over. Using his hand he propped himself over and back up much like a flip. He spun around and punched into the cloud of thick smoke to feel it connect with a jaw. Then he jumped back and stumbled a few more times. He chocked and chocked and coughed. He stood wobbly and then could take no more of the gas. His vision faded and he was out cold.
He could hear something. He wasn't sure. They were voices but he couldn't move, talk, or open his eyes to interfere.
"He's incredible. I have never seen one like him yet. "
"There is one. She will teach him the rest, but I can see that he is far more advanced in some ways then she is."
"He will be a good addition for us. How is your jaw?"
"It's fine. It hurts a lot though. The kid almost broke it with a single punch. The prove that he's advanced and the fact when you took out his legs that he flipped like that shows he has great potential."
"Well then. One thing left to do then. Should I? Or you?"
"I'll do it." "Kid, this is gonna hurt. But it's the only way to set your mind free." There was a clicking sound but more like a clack. Like a shotgun loading. BLAMM! Darkness.
Authors Note: This is meant to be confusing. I am not going to reveal everything in one chapter. The next Chapter will explain many things and begin more story line. I would like to take credit for the ideas used in this story. Please don't copy or steal it. That and its not worth taking. Email me at dashu17@hotmail.com mailto:dashu17@hotmail.com for any questions or comments.
Chapter 1
The Ending is only the Beginning.
He woke up and looked around. He felt his arms and legs. They were filled with pain and shot it through his nerves at the slightest movement. Yet strangely, he kept moving them. He wanted to feel something anything even if it was pain of the worst kind. His head swirled or at least his vision. He looked at the wall in wide shock as it seemed to crawl with faces from something hellish and not of this world. He closed his eyes and it was a wall again.
He couldn't figure what was going on. Nor could he remember what had happened before. Why did his legs and arms hurt? He felt a taste in his mouth. Blood.
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" He screamed holding it till his lungs could prolong it no more. Then he fell silent. Lying there quiet trying not to think but thoughts swam around in his head anyways. He wanted it to go away. Slowly he sat up. Everything looked like it was slow. The clock blinking seemed to slow, the creaking of the door from the window left open would be eerie to any passer by or observer that came around. He sat up and looked at his blood soaked sheets. Then the memories flooded into him.
He was suddenly in a vision, or seeing his past. He was walking. Late at night, near the central part of the city, he had picked up some simple groceries. Walking and walking. That's what he saw. Someone walked up to him and asked something. He couldn't remember what. The vision was speaking but no words came out. The person got angry. He tried to tell him to relax. Then pain. What pain? His leg, was slashed by a hunting knife. He jumped back and almost collapsed. The person walked up shaking angrily. He turned the knife around and hit him on the head so many times his vision blurred. When he put his hands up to defend he cut them too. He yelled in pain, or tried but nothing came out.
He wanted it to stop so badly and he couldn't do anything. Just sit there and die by the hand of a mad man in some dark place where no one would find him or care. He wanted to scream in rage, but the pain seared in him. He started to shake, a sudden feeling rushing over him, he wasn't going to take this anymore. He wasn't going to die now not like this and not here.
He watched the vision this time it was clear as crystal to him. As the knife lifted again. There was a sudden shake like the very fabric of air around him shimmered. Like it was a sheet of glass, then he reached forward and grabbed the knife by the handle. With a quick twist and pulling the arm toward the side of him he stood up took the knife and broke the assailants arm in one motion. Lost in rage and a trance as if his violent nature was controlling his arm he spun around him grabbed his shoulder and holding tight dragged the blade right across his throat then stabbed in into his back and with unimaginable force dragged the blade down to his hip. The air shimmered again and looked frail like it was glass then it was back to normal and the body crumpled to the ground. But there was a strange look on the face of the person. It was still the same expression as when he was bringing down the blade as he body fell and turned toward him in a heap in the last dying seconds and the vital blood chocked him to death, his eyes went wide in surprise.
Then the vision faded. Somehow he had come back home. He looked at the wall again. For a long time he stared at it, trying to see something. Then he closed his eyes and took a breath. He let his mind relax. Often he wondered many things, questioned many things. Mortality was one of them, existence was another thing. He spent a lot of time wondering about realism. The very fabric of it, how humans took for granted physics and other every day things that made the world what it was. The phone rang.
He stared at it. Then he picked it up.
"Hey Dashu, get up! It's two o'clock in the afternoon. How long are you going to sleep? Look I have something planned for today. It'll be a lot of fun. So get off your ass and wait at your door. I'm already on my way there so I will pick you up. Okay?"
"Yeah sure. I got to wash of this blood first."
"Blood? Did you get in a fight again?"
"Again? What do you mean again Totsuya?"
"Lately you have been in a few fights. I don't even wrestle with you anymore. You react faster than you think. Anyway, wash it off and get outside."
"Alright. I'm up. I'm going." Dashu hung up the phone. He walked to the bathroom He looked in the mirror and washed his face. The water felt refreshing, or even revitalizing. He breathed and enjoyed the moment. He opened in eyes again still taking in the feeling. The mirror was shaking. His mind snapped to attention and it wasn't shaking. He looked at it again. Nothing was happening anymore. He sighed and put on his pants and threw on a shirt.
When he opened the door the air hit him like a rush like he was free falling or something. Again he brought his mind to attention, and there was barely a breeze. It was a typical hot summer day. He figured he was losing his mind. He decided he would have to go see a doctor about this and find out what was going on.
"Beep!" The car had pulled up and his friend smiled and waved at him. He smiled back and walked around to the other side of the car and got in. When he sat, Totsuya took off.
"Calm down. What's so exciting?" Dashu asked.
"That's no fun if I tell you. Jeez, you always like to assess everything. You'll see soon enough anyway. Sorry it isn't a strip club." Totsuya replied.
"Ha ha. Damn funny moron." Dashu let the sarcasm on thick.
"Anyway, just enjoy the ride" Totsuya smiled.
It didn't matter what it was. He needed something to take his mind of what happened. He wondered if there was going to be an arrest for him. Or was there? If he had died would anyone have known? Well, it was too late to be worrying about it now. He just let himself soak up the rays from the sun and waited till he got to wherever Totsuya was taking him.
"Hey you! We're here. Get out." Dashu blinked a few times. He didn't remember arriving.
"Was I sleeping?" He asked.
"Yeah, stupid, you were asleep. Duh! You were just staring forward with a blank grin on your face the whole ride. I tried talking to you but you just sat there staring. Did he hit you on the head too many times?" Totsuya scolded.
"Maybe he did." Dashu replied. He didn't remember staring. Something was most definitely wrong with him.
"Hey this is a gun range. Cool." Dashu said with a smile.
"I thought so too. I knew you'd like it. You got cash right? I'm not paying for you."
"I don't expect you to. Let's go empty a few clips." Totsuya nodded in agreement with a silly grin on his face.
They walked up to the desk. After paying their amounts they were given a choice of a few guns. Totsuya took the 9mm typical handgun. Dashu stopped his eyes on the .45 magnum. He picked it up. Then his head hurt. He looked at Totsuya. He didn't seem to notice. So he shrugged it off. The lady at the desk pointed in a general direction of which way to go. As they walked he was suddenly elbowed. Totsuya pointed.
"Look at that. Some army generals or something. They must be practicing off duty."
"Seems that way. Maybe you should ask them for some pointers."
"Shut up! I can fire a handgun just fine as it is thank you." Dashu chuckled. Totsuya didn't look impressed.
Now Dashu was beginning to realize how much his head hurt and how much he was losing. Things weren't making sense to him. Parts were missing even though they just had happened. Did he just give money to the lady at the desk and not say anything? He had to have said something. There was no way he didn't but he didn't remember anything that might have been said. The drive to the range? Washing blood of him? He only did his face. What was going on? He started to panic then something weird happened. The air around him felt heated up. But not hot, more comfortable like. In a slow pan he turned to look at everyone while he walked up to the booth to shoot. He lifted his arm and the air grew cold, the targets seemed to grow huge like they were immense. He saw every head for each target. The wall pattern in the back seemed to move like it was alive. He thought about last night when he was shaking in rage. And he closed his eyes for one second then pulled the trigger.
Another breath and reality came back to him like a trickling stream. He heard sounds again was aware of everyone else. Everyone was staring at him. He looked at his hand. The barrel still smoking, then out to the targets. Six targets were hit. Each one right in the head. Perfectly in the very middle.
"This if bravo one. We've found our man."
There was a flash of blinding light and then smoke. He fought it. It made him dizzy and sick. He stumbled around. He dropped the gun. He watched everyone else start to run then pass out from the gas. His mind swirled again. He stumbled again. Taking one step at a time, then he ran forward. He bent low and rammed into the person who set off the grenade. He didn't know what was going on. He felt his foot give. He flipped over. Using his hand he propped himself over and back up much like a flip. He spun around and punched into the cloud of thick smoke to feel it connect with a jaw. Then he jumped back and stumbled a few more times. He chocked and chocked and coughed. He stood wobbly and then could take no more of the gas. His vision faded and he was out cold.
He could hear something. He wasn't sure. They were voices but he couldn't move, talk, or open his eyes to interfere.
"He's incredible. I have never seen one like him yet. "
"There is one. She will teach him the rest, but I can see that he is far more advanced in some ways then she is."
"He will be a good addition for us. How is your jaw?"
"It's fine. It hurts a lot though. The kid almost broke it with a single punch. The prove that he's advanced and the fact when you took out his legs that he flipped like that shows he has great potential."
"Well then. One thing left to do then. Should I? Or you?"
"I'll do it." "Kid, this is gonna hurt. But it's the only way to set your mind free." There was a clicking sound but more like a clack. Like a shotgun loading. BLAMM! Darkness.
Authors Note: This is meant to be confusing. I am not going to reveal everything in one chapter. The next Chapter will explain many things and begin more story line. I would like to take credit for the ideas used in this story. Please don't copy or steal it. That and its not worth taking. Email me at dashu17@hotmail.com mailto:dashu17@hotmail.com for any questions or comments.
