Apple's don't fall far.....
After Andrew's first theft it almost became customary. Andrew began to show rock everything he knew. How to pickpocket, pick locks, lie without any faltering. Everything Rock thought about right and wrong were being questioned, but the answer didn't matter as long as rock got what he wanted.
One of the thefts didn't work out very well though. Andrew was picking the pocket of a man with hair and bangs that were the color of blood. He wore a long white undershirt who's bottom reached the man's knees. His jacket was almost too small for him, it was black and the bottom only reached the middle of his stomach. He wore red pants with a red rope tied to both of his knees as if to keep him from running too fast. Rock could sense something different about this man...for some reason the color purple kept running through rock's head. Andrew put his hand in the man's pocket searching for a wallet or anything of value. Unfortunately all he took was a picture of a 19 or 20 year old guy in a highschool outfit with red flames coming off of his hands. Suddenly the man with the red hair turned around and picked up andrew by his collar. The movements were so quick and sudden that andrew crumbled the picture in shock. The man's eyes grew wide as he picked up his other hand, made his fingers like talons, and was ready to rip andrew's chest open. Rock quickly jumped and knocked andrew out of that man's hand and they both started running as fast as they could. Andrew never let go of the picture, he was so afraid that his hand was made into the tightest fist andrew had ever made. The man raced after them and was obviously faster then the both of them. They made a quick left into an alley and ran even faster, throwing down trashcans and boxes behind them in a hope to slowdown their pursurer. But to no avail, he didn't seem to be slowing down.
Rock took a quick look back to see if the trash-can he dropped was slowing the man down. Instead of stopping the man moved his hand as if he were lobbing a softball, and rock felt a horrible feeling. The trash-can caught on fire, but something was different about the fire, the entire can was enguled in a purple fire. The trash-can looked like it was being shot out of a cannon the way it was flying directly at the two of them. Rock quickly glanced at andrew who was not looking back, 'LOOK OUT!!' yelled rock as he jumped onto andrew knocking them both down. A purple enflamed trashcan flew over their heads. Quicker then rock could react the man was on top of them, he picked up rock and flung him to the side as he picked up andrew again. Rock sat up and saw andrew crying and the man about to begin pummeling andrew. Rock didn't know what to do, but he did know one thing. He needed to save andrew, this man would hurt him and rock wouldn't let that happen to his friend.
Rock was about to stand up when the man put andrew up against the wall and punched him in the stomach with enough force blood was flowing out of andrew's mouth. Rock felt a horrible pain in his head, he was already too late, he would not let anymore pain come to Andrew! Rock almost flew at the attacker and began to use every technique he knew, punch after punch, kick after kick, was blocked by the stranger. The man grabbed rock by the face when one of rock's kicks missed and rock could see purple flames coming out of the man's fingertips. Rock ducked and jumped backwards ready to attack again, when the man did the softball thing again and yelled 108 SHIKI YAMIBARAI. Almost like a shark's fin purple flames came out of the ground and hurled themselves at Rock. Rock didn't know what to do, he didn't care about andrew anymore. He wanted...he wanted to see this man dead, he had made a fool out of him. Every hour of training, every second he wanted to be as strong as terry. It means nothing out here, in the fight, in the heat of battle. He wanted this mans blood, he had proven rock wrong. For that offense there was only [Death].
Rock decided to defeat this man with his own move. Rock immated this monster's move perfectly, much to the suprise of rock a blue energy ball raced along the ground toward the purple fireball. The two energyballs clashed against eachother. Rock was ready for this and jumped at the scary man, rock cared about nothing else but the destruction of this horrible demon. Much to rock's surpise the man was doing the exact same thing, but was much faster then rock. He grabbed rock by the face and slammed the back of rock's head into the concrete. Rock felt a warm feeling and rock's face exploded with purple fire. Rock's body burned on the inside and outside as he landed 5 feet away, he got up and steadied himself. His body was on fire, it didn't look like it but he could tell. 'Pathetic', said the man and walked away. Little did rock know that he was showing an aura that everybody could see, if anybody was watching. Iori knew it though, but didn't care. Andrew helped rock up and helped him limp home. Rock didn't leave the house until Terry came home.
After Andrew's first theft it almost became customary. Andrew began to show rock everything he knew. How to pickpocket, pick locks, lie without any faltering. Everything Rock thought about right and wrong were being questioned, but the answer didn't matter as long as rock got what he wanted.
One of the thefts didn't work out very well though. Andrew was picking the pocket of a man with hair and bangs that were the color of blood. He wore a long white undershirt who's bottom reached the man's knees. His jacket was almost too small for him, it was black and the bottom only reached the middle of his stomach. He wore red pants with a red rope tied to both of his knees as if to keep him from running too fast. Rock could sense something different about this man...for some reason the color purple kept running through rock's head. Andrew put his hand in the man's pocket searching for a wallet or anything of value. Unfortunately all he took was a picture of a 19 or 20 year old guy in a highschool outfit with red flames coming off of his hands. Suddenly the man with the red hair turned around and picked up andrew by his collar. The movements were so quick and sudden that andrew crumbled the picture in shock. The man's eyes grew wide as he picked up his other hand, made his fingers like talons, and was ready to rip andrew's chest open. Rock quickly jumped and knocked andrew out of that man's hand and they both started running as fast as they could. Andrew never let go of the picture, he was so afraid that his hand was made into the tightest fist andrew had ever made. The man raced after them and was obviously faster then the both of them. They made a quick left into an alley and ran even faster, throwing down trashcans and boxes behind them in a hope to slowdown their pursurer. But to no avail, he didn't seem to be slowing down.
Rock took a quick look back to see if the trash-can he dropped was slowing the man down. Instead of stopping the man moved his hand as if he were lobbing a softball, and rock felt a horrible feeling. The trash-can caught on fire, but something was different about the fire, the entire can was enguled in a purple fire. The trash-can looked like it was being shot out of a cannon the way it was flying directly at the two of them. Rock quickly glanced at andrew who was not looking back, 'LOOK OUT!!' yelled rock as he jumped onto andrew knocking them both down. A purple enflamed trashcan flew over their heads. Quicker then rock could react the man was on top of them, he picked up rock and flung him to the side as he picked up andrew again. Rock sat up and saw andrew crying and the man about to begin pummeling andrew. Rock didn't know what to do, but he did know one thing. He needed to save andrew, this man would hurt him and rock wouldn't let that happen to his friend.
Rock was about to stand up when the man put andrew up against the wall and punched him in the stomach with enough force blood was flowing out of andrew's mouth. Rock felt a horrible pain in his head, he was already too late, he would not let anymore pain come to Andrew! Rock almost flew at the attacker and began to use every technique he knew, punch after punch, kick after kick, was blocked by the stranger. The man grabbed rock by the face when one of rock's kicks missed and rock could see purple flames coming out of the man's fingertips. Rock ducked and jumped backwards ready to attack again, when the man did the softball thing again and yelled 108 SHIKI YAMIBARAI. Almost like a shark's fin purple flames came out of the ground and hurled themselves at Rock. Rock didn't know what to do, he didn't care about andrew anymore. He wanted...he wanted to see this man dead, he had made a fool out of him. Every hour of training, every second he wanted to be as strong as terry. It means nothing out here, in the fight, in the heat of battle. He wanted this mans blood, he had proven rock wrong. For that offense there was only [Death].
Rock decided to defeat this man with his own move. Rock immated this monster's move perfectly, much to the suprise of rock a blue energy ball raced along the ground toward the purple fireball. The two energyballs clashed against eachother. Rock was ready for this and jumped at the scary man, rock cared about nothing else but the destruction of this horrible demon. Much to rock's surpise the man was doing the exact same thing, but was much faster then rock. He grabbed rock by the face and slammed the back of rock's head into the concrete. Rock felt a warm feeling and rock's face exploded with purple fire. Rock's body burned on the inside and outside as he landed 5 feet away, he got up and steadied himself. His body was on fire, it didn't look like it but he could tell. 'Pathetic', said the man and walked away. Little did rock know that he was showing an aura that everybody could see, if anybody was watching. Iori knew it though, but didn't care. Andrew helped rock up and helped him limp home. Rock didn't leave the house until Terry came home.
