Wow, school has been berserk...and I thought that senior year was supposed to
be easy...anyway, sorry this chapter took so long, I have had absolutely no
free time...hope you enjoy it...oh, for all you people who have World of
Darkness, see if you can recognize certain elements of my story.
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George stalked through the halls of the fight administrators' enormous office complex. He hadn't been feeling like himself since that fight with Roy and Marth. He just couldn't believe that he had been so in the grips of his insanity that he could kill a fellow fighter. It just wasn't like him to kill a combatant who wasn't trying to kill him. George walked in to the apartment that the Administratum had provided him and activated his room's personal teleport pad. He stepped onto the pad and his room dissolved to nothingness. All George perceived a flash and there he was, standing in his friend Vlaz's bar. George walked up to the counter and sat down. He just sat there, staring at the counter, until a thud brought him out of his dazed silence. George looked up to see Vlaz, standing above a large pitcher of clear liquid. "Thanks," George said as he grabbed the pitcher and inhaled the smell that was vodka. George tilted the pitcher up and downed about half the pitcher. "I really needed that," He said. "I've had a hard..." "Hard day, yes I know. I watched it over tube." Vlaz pointed to the TV. "And I must say, great fight. You completely thrashed 'em. What's wrong?" Vlaz looked into George's somewhat depressed face. "I just killed a good and honorable fighter." "So? Oh, right, that whole morality thing. Listen, he must have known that it was a possibility before he joined this tourney, right?" "I know. It's just that, he wasn't trying to kill me, just defeat me." George leaned his head back and downed the rest of the vodka. "I didn't have to kill him, only defeat him. That would have been enough, but I had to have a fit of madness right then, didn't I? I had to go and KILL him." "Well, are you sure he was dead?" "Yes, quite sure. I could smell the stench of death before I left the battlefield." "Here, I'll go get you some more vod..." There was a loud crash at the top of the stairs leading into Vlaz's bar. "The hell? I locked that door. No one could get in here." A single person walked down the steps that lead into the bar. A single person that was somehow strong enough to break through the reinforced door and frame and get by the magical defenses. George knew exactly what this man was, a fellow werewolf. George could smell it. "What do you want?" George asked the stranger. "Ah, you must be the great metis I have been hearing about. The one that defeated hundreds of enemies in his time. The one now being used for HUMAN entertainment!" Then the stranger began to grow, change, becoming larger, and hairier. A Git, George realized and sneered. "You're not so great; I will put an end to you and thereby remove the disgrace that has come to all the Garou." With that, the Git launched himself at George. "Not here," George said, and with that he disappeared.
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George stalked through the halls of the fight administrators' enormous office complex. He hadn't been feeling like himself since that fight with Roy and Marth. He just couldn't believe that he had been so in the grips of his insanity that he could kill a fellow fighter. It just wasn't like him to kill a combatant who wasn't trying to kill him. George walked in to the apartment that the Administratum had provided him and activated his room's personal teleport pad. He stepped onto the pad and his room dissolved to nothingness. All George perceived a flash and there he was, standing in his friend Vlaz's bar. George walked up to the counter and sat down. He just sat there, staring at the counter, until a thud brought him out of his dazed silence. George looked up to see Vlaz, standing above a large pitcher of clear liquid. "Thanks," George said as he grabbed the pitcher and inhaled the smell that was vodka. George tilted the pitcher up and downed about half the pitcher. "I really needed that," He said. "I've had a hard..." "Hard day, yes I know. I watched it over tube." Vlaz pointed to the TV. "And I must say, great fight. You completely thrashed 'em. What's wrong?" Vlaz looked into George's somewhat depressed face. "I just killed a good and honorable fighter." "So? Oh, right, that whole morality thing. Listen, he must have known that it was a possibility before he joined this tourney, right?" "I know. It's just that, he wasn't trying to kill me, just defeat me." George leaned his head back and downed the rest of the vodka. "I didn't have to kill him, only defeat him. That would have been enough, but I had to have a fit of madness right then, didn't I? I had to go and KILL him." "Well, are you sure he was dead?" "Yes, quite sure. I could smell the stench of death before I left the battlefield." "Here, I'll go get you some more vod..." There was a loud crash at the top of the stairs leading into Vlaz's bar. "The hell? I locked that door. No one could get in here." A single person walked down the steps that lead into the bar. A single person that was somehow strong enough to break through the reinforced door and frame and get by the magical defenses. George knew exactly what this man was, a fellow werewolf. George could smell it. "What do you want?" George asked the stranger. "Ah, you must be the great metis I have been hearing about. The one that defeated hundreds of enemies in his time. The one now being used for HUMAN entertainment!" Then the stranger began to grow, change, becoming larger, and hairier. A Git, George realized and sneered. "You're not so great; I will put an end to you and thereby remove the disgrace that has come to all the Garou." With that, the Git launched himself at George. "Not here," George said, and with that he disappeared.