Encounter
God made the world in seven days...I'll knock it down in two... -1st King
After the Grand Melee, people began to leave the arena with a sense of great contentment. Many went to bars or clubs and began to tell the tale of how the "Scarlet Fury" defended his title with unparalleled skill and grace. Indeed everyone seemed to be satisfied with the outcome of the scuttle. All except...
"GOD DAMNIT!" the unknown pilot screeched while slamming his fist into the scorched foot of his beautiful Xavier.
"Watch it Darien!" a young woman behind him tried to say but missed her chance the damage was done.
"Oh F@#$!" Darien continued to rant like this while the young woman stood in wonderment at this man's stupidity.
"And you're a Raven?" She called over her shoulder as she brushed by to check the damage on their poor baby "aaww what did he do to you?"
"It wasn't me it was that son of a aaaaaAAARRGGHHH."
Shaking her head the girl continued about her work, not bothering to cast a glance at her partner, whom she used to think had at least a shred of common sense left. Sigh.
"Yeah I saw it, you got gangbanged by 3 AC's who ain't gonna call you back, and left without a goodnight kiss, (sigh) pathetic."
"Hey try to say that to my face, Cam!"
Cammy wheeled around to face a man of about 6 foot tall, with bleached white hair. He had a muscular build, and was wearing a jumpsuit, in addition, to Cammy's delight, the Dragon pin she gave him for his birthday on his left lapel.
Quite angered with the damage to her baby, she walked right up to him, grabbed the front of his jumpsuit and slowly told him again "You...suck...as..a...RAVEN!!" the last part she screamed so loud that she knocked him back against the wall of their cramped repair bay.
Having slightly more intelligence then she gave him credit for, he shut up, and went to a workbench on the left side of their little area to nurse his wounded foot and pride. Soon, he began to measure up his partner in crime. The girl boasted a total 5 foot 5 inches max, but had a frame that filled out her height quite nicely. The suspenders and long ponytail added to this little girl image, but he knew better, having been at the receiving end of the wrench she was using right now on more then one occasion. His thoughts did not linger though; soon he turned to thoughts of the match, and was quickly overcome with rage. Intent on his revenge he got out of the chair so swiftly he startled his tiny comrade into dropping her wrench.
"Hey watch I...where are you going?!"
"To settle a score."
"No wait, Darien come back!" she cried after his retreating figure but the door closed at that instant cutting her plea short.. Not again.
Outside "Scarlet Fury" repair bay 1:05 A.M.
Rumors spread quickly in the arena, especially violent ones, this one dealt with a certain silver haired youth intend on some destruction.
"Of all the dirty tricks! I'll make him wish he never heard of me or Xavier." By this time he had totally forgotten he went into the Melee anonymously but pity the soul who tries. Ill make him wish he was ne...ver....born... were his last thoughts as he entered the well equipped bay of the reigning champ. The only eyes that met his were blood red and could not possibly belong on the realm of the living.
A man...no a boy really, he couldn't be more then 17...how'd a minor get back here!?
The "boy" in question wore an outfit that fit the menace given off by his eyes. He was dressed all in black, black boots, black shirt, black pants, black duster and a black hat with half moon shades slid halfway down his nose. The only article that was not black was the pendant that dangled freely from his neck. He couldn't have been over 5 foot 8 inches, hence Darien's previous assumption that this was a mere child. That image was shattered when Darien broadened his view to take in the whole scene. Blood covered the console in the far corner of the wall and left a hellish red mark upon the floor, as if someone had been dragged...to. Darien found where the trail of blood led... it led to Dusk impaled on a slender blade that protruded from the youth's sleeve. Something was wrong though..Dusk...Dusk...
Holy shit. It slowly dawned on Darien that Dusk Had ceased to be from the armpits down, and that the other part... or parts of him had been thrown across the room like some ungodly mockery of a child who had broken one of his favorite toys then obliterated it in his rage.
Darien returned his view to the youth's eyes; they bore into his soul as he returned the stare. They held that position for hours it seemed, one staring with the intensity of a predator, the other searching for some sort of answer. For you see, Darien had never seen anyone dead before. As a Raven he had killed many a fair and just man, but always from the protective shell of an AC, he had never seen real blood shed, until now.
Finally he found his voice, "Wh-who are you?"
The boy youth offered no answer, no explanation but continued staring with that intense gaze, boring deeper into Darien's soul as if searching for something.
The moment was lost as a siren went off signifying that the murder had been discovered. With a sneer the youth in black actually jumped on top of the Nightfall and jumped into a open ventilation duct, that Darien, dully thought must have been how he entered the building. And just like that he was gone.
Darien stood staring at the duct till the Haven police came to investigate; the only statement they could get out of him was...
"Ruby eyes..."
God made the world in seven days...I'll knock it down in two... -1st King
After the Grand Melee, people began to leave the arena with a sense of great contentment. Many went to bars or clubs and began to tell the tale of how the "Scarlet Fury" defended his title with unparalleled skill and grace. Indeed everyone seemed to be satisfied with the outcome of the scuttle. All except...
"GOD DAMNIT!" the unknown pilot screeched while slamming his fist into the scorched foot of his beautiful Xavier.
"Watch it Darien!" a young woman behind him tried to say but missed her chance the damage was done.
"Oh F@#$!" Darien continued to rant like this while the young woman stood in wonderment at this man's stupidity.
"And you're a Raven?" She called over her shoulder as she brushed by to check the damage on their poor baby "aaww what did he do to you?"
"It wasn't me it was that son of a aaaaaAAARRGGHHH."
Shaking her head the girl continued about her work, not bothering to cast a glance at her partner, whom she used to think had at least a shred of common sense left. Sigh.
"Yeah I saw it, you got gangbanged by 3 AC's who ain't gonna call you back, and left without a goodnight kiss, (sigh) pathetic."
"Hey try to say that to my face, Cam!"
Cammy wheeled around to face a man of about 6 foot tall, with bleached white hair. He had a muscular build, and was wearing a jumpsuit, in addition, to Cammy's delight, the Dragon pin she gave him for his birthday on his left lapel.
Quite angered with the damage to her baby, she walked right up to him, grabbed the front of his jumpsuit and slowly told him again "You...suck...as..a...RAVEN!!" the last part she screamed so loud that she knocked him back against the wall of their cramped repair bay.
Having slightly more intelligence then she gave him credit for, he shut up, and went to a workbench on the left side of their little area to nurse his wounded foot and pride. Soon, he began to measure up his partner in crime. The girl boasted a total 5 foot 5 inches max, but had a frame that filled out her height quite nicely. The suspenders and long ponytail added to this little girl image, but he knew better, having been at the receiving end of the wrench she was using right now on more then one occasion. His thoughts did not linger though; soon he turned to thoughts of the match, and was quickly overcome with rage. Intent on his revenge he got out of the chair so swiftly he startled his tiny comrade into dropping her wrench.
"Hey watch I...where are you going?!"
"To settle a score."
"No wait, Darien come back!" she cried after his retreating figure but the door closed at that instant cutting her plea short.. Not again.
Outside "Scarlet Fury" repair bay 1:05 A.M.
Rumors spread quickly in the arena, especially violent ones, this one dealt with a certain silver haired youth intend on some destruction.
"Of all the dirty tricks! I'll make him wish he never heard of me or Xavier." By this time he had totally forgotten he went into the Melee anonymously but pity the soul who tries. Ill make him wish he was ne...ver....born... were his last thoughts as he entered the well equipped bay of the reigning champ. The only eyes that met his were blood red and could not possibly belong on the realm of the living.
A man...no a boy really, he couldn't be more then 17...how'd a minor get back here!?
The "boy" in question wore an outfit that fit the menace given off by his eyes. He was dressed all in black, black boots, black shirt, black pants, black duster and a black hat with half moon shades slid halfway down his nose. The only article that was not black was the pendant that dangled freely from his neck. He couldn't have been over 5 foot 8 inches, hence Darien's previous assumption that this was a mere child. That image was shattered when Darien broadened his view to take in the whole scene. Blood covered the console in the far corner of the wall and left a hellish red mark upon the floor, as if someone had been dragged...to. Darien found where the trail of blood led... it led to Dusk impaled on a slender blade that protruded from the youth's sleeve. Something was wrong though..Dusk...Dusk...
Holy shit. It slowly dawned on Darien that Dusk Had ceased to be from the armpits down, and that the other part... or parts of him had been thrown across the room like some ungodly mockery of a child who had broken one of his favorite toys then obliterated it in his rage.
Darien returned his view to the youth's eyes; they bore into his soul as he returned the stare. They held that position for hours it seemed, one staring with the intensity of a predator, the other searching for some sort of answer. For you see, Darien had never seen anyone dead before. As a Raven he had killed many a fair and just man, but always from the protective shell of an AC, he had never seen real blood shed, until now.
Finally he found his voice, "Wh-who are you?"
The boy youth offered no answer, no explanation but continued staring with that intense gaze, boring deeper into Darien's soul as if searching for something.
The moment was lost as a siren went off signifying that the murder had been discovered. With a sneer the youth in black actually jumped on top of the Nightfall and jumped into a open ventilation duct, that Darien, dully thought must have been how he entered the building. And just like that he was gone.
Darien stood staring at the duct till the Haven police came to investigate; the only statement they could get out of him was...
"Ruby eyes..."