Sir-dik-dik must top Fable; Prophecy but that is nearly impossible because, well that story freackin' rocks.
Yes, I can't stop writing this story for some odd reason like some addiction. So here is my action-based story, My chains are broken a dark side story. Chapter3 A Purpose. Disclaimer, You know it, I know it, and I don't own anything.
Raven walked down the hallway until he reached the healer and let him heal his broken bones. He had two fractured ribs, a nearly broken jaw and a chipped shoulder blade. "So you won your first match, good job, but the people in the next couple rounds will beat you down so I'll keep this station open for you." The old man casted a spell over his body. "Thanks for the enthusiasm, I'll make sure they have an open casket so when you fall over dead you won't turn into dust." Raven snapped at the old man. He walked to the lodge and sat down and drank some beer with his fiends.
"Did you kill him?" James asked.
"What you didn't watch me?" Raven looked offended.
"I got really sick and started puking up lunch, sorry I missed it."
"Sure." Revan looked at him with another eye looking at the waiter, she was running around but in her place that same ghost sat there drinking away. "Can you see that?" Raven asked.
"Yhea, it's an empty space dumbass." James chuckled.
"No, the guy in the corner drinking, the old guy." Raven pointed
"Dude, how many beers have you drunk?" James asked laughing at the thought of an old man drinking at this place. Just then a chair went flying and two guys were brawling. They threw a few fists until a large man with short white hair pulled them apart. He was from the hero's Guild and was legend to be the strongest man alive, his arms were the size of watermelons and he had muscle on muscle. He threw them down and walked away.
"Who the Hell was that?" Asked Raven.
"Number twenty-two Lyle K Lewis the best fighter the Hero's Guild has to offer." James' girlfriend read out of the book, "he's about to fight in his first match, I think we should go watch him." Angle murmured. They all got up and walked over to the doors to go to the bleachers to watch the fight.
Both men walked over to the center and showed each other their weapons for the rules state that both men and women must show their weapons to their opponents so they know what they are fighting against. The man that was facing Lyle had a kitana and a bow. He tried to hit Lyle with his kitana but Lyle countered with his numchukes I don't know how to spell them by knocking the blade into the ground, grabbing him and throwing him twenty feet in the air. The man came down and did not get back. He was called an instant KO.
The group looked at each other in disbelief and then Raven went to his room for heavy meditation because he saw the board and saw his name next to Lyle's, he was doomed. There had to be some weakness and he would have to find it in exactly eight hours or he would be crushed. He say there thinking of a decent way to use weapons and magic to weaken him put all he saw was his body being thrashed by his huge arms. After eight hours of thinking he awoke from his comma like meditation from the call of his name. He looked at the board and saw who the winner would fight, Taylor. He lifted his body and picked up his dagger that's all he needed. The arena doors open and a blast of cool air filled the room with the smell of life, which the room lacked. The sound of the arena was frightening, the sounds of the crowd were so loud that the announcer had to crank up the volume of the loudspeaker all the way up and he still sounded like a little whisper in the wind, but none of that mattered. Both warriors looked each other in the face and drew their weapons. Raven had a dagger but in an unfortunate turn, Lyle had a large mallet. This ruined Raven's plain to mask out his weakness by making him constantly block his quick attacks. He could still use his old plan but with a variation. Lyle came over to him and put out his hand but Raven just looked him in the face, emotionless. The man laughed and charged him, but Raven vanished.
"Don't think that you can trick me." Lyle put out a hand but no one was there. Raven reappeared and kicked him in the chest, nothing. Lyle grabbed his foot and flung him backwards. Raven skidded backwards and pulled himself up, still no emotion. Again he vanished but Lyle knew what to do against this maneuver, he pulled his hammer and struck the ground making the arena shake. The ground Raven was running on shattered making him trip. Lyle landed a mallet blow to the stomach sending him flying. Raven coughed up a few ounces of blood and slowly got up. Lyle again went over there and put out his hand but Raven just cut Lyle with his dagger.
"Boy, when can we start this fight?" Lyle asked cleaning the wound with his hand. This time he grabbed Raven's throat he threw him across the arena. Raven landed hard fracturing all of his ribs; Raven couldn't take much more. He still had some last resort moves he was ready to use if the going got rough. Raven sat down and started to conjure a spell. He sat up and put out his hands and spoke a few words.
"Now the match starts, Turncoat!" He pointed his arm at Lyle's and a purple glow rapped itself around Lyle rendering his left arm useless. He knew darn well that taking over his whole body would be to tiring so he would slowly cripple him. Lyle looked shocked as he tried to move his arm but nothing happened, he started to panic. Raven vanished again to put salt in the wound. When he came back he grabbed the mallet and broke it in half rendering it useless.
"So you want to be the first person to have my new technique?" Lyle looked overly happy about this, "I call it the Big Arm Buster."
"I hope it's better than its name." Raven gave off a little bit of sarcasm. Lyle grunted as the veins enlarged on his head and his right arm became larger than Raven's whole body. Lyle threw a punch and landed it on his stomach and it made him fly ten feet in the air. Lyle laughed as Raven was down for the count; he went over there and put his foot on his stomach and pressed down. 1…2…3…4…5 by five his father's dagger glowed a bright color that Lyle ignored and closed his eyes listening to the count mouthing it with the announcer. Raven pulled his arm to the dagger and something strange happened. A warm wind rushed threw the arena and Raven stabbed Lyle in the leg. Blood squirted out of his leg and Raven got up on eight. His eyes were red and his face showed no signs of life. He placed his hands in front of him and fire gathered in his hands and he started to chant. "Albion's will be obeyed, obliterate all that oppose the queen, come forth Onaga!" A demon like voice poured threw Raven's mouth and a large dragon made from fire filled the air as it swallowed Lyle. His scream echoed through the arena as everyone sat in awe as Lyle body sunk back into proportion. Lyle got back up from the attack weakened but no where near done. He charged the new Raven and tried to land an upper cut but all Raven did was run up his arm and land a swift kick to his jaw. His lip began to bleed and he grabbed Raven by the shoulder and started to crush him.
"Do you want to know why you will die?" The demon voice asked Lyle.
"You don't look like your in a place to talk," His large face cracked a smile.
"Emotion is death, control is the only way to win." Raven grabbed Lyle's arm and shattered the bones in his forearm. He stumbled backward almost collapsing from the pain. Raven picked then put out his hands and froze Lyle's feet. "Having no control means that any opponent can attack your mind so I will spare you a life of suffering." Raven's hand became coated with a poison and he impaled his hand through Lyle's chest killing him. Raven passed out for two minutes then got back up to be his normal self. "What the hell happened here?" Raven looked confused at the mess that he made and he was declared the winner. He walked into the corridor examining the blood on his arm, was that the real him or did someone take him over. He looked at his arm until he reached the end of the corridor where everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at the fighter and they all applauded. The Headmaster came in and told Raven to follow him. "You have found an extremely valuable weapon from your father." The Headmaster pointed at the bloody dagger.
"You told me that my father was a farmer," Raven looked upset.
"Well he was, until we took him." The Headmaster held out a picture of his father fighting a match in the Arena.
"So he really was a warrior." Raven looked at the photograph.
"Yes and the blade he left you is his soul reincarnated to help you in life and death situations." The Headmaster spoke plainly.
"Christ! You think that would be important information I probably would have liked to know!" Raven was now yelling at the master's incompetence. As he did a shadowy figure jumped out and cut the throat of a spectator. He had short black hair with an assassin outfit that covered his whole body except one eye, which looked like it was fake. The cat claws on his hands were stained with blood and he slowly walked over to the headmaster and impaled him in the stomach with the two claws and slowly ripped them out.
"I've come for the boy," His muffled voice echoed through the large hall as he pointed his cat claws at Raven.
End of Chapter3, A purpose.
Now for the quote list.
Masterbeef, yes, this is better then Second gear in third Rotation.
Never again, never again, they gave us two shots to the back of the head. My chemical Romance.
Cooper Russell, your story still rocks and you rock too.
"Sometimes I quote myself." Masterbeef
Schul boy, Thanks, your very much appreciated.
"I don't now you so don't freak on me." God smack.
Jacob. Same thing for you.
I have no words for the useless crap I normally say down here.
Sandtrout, Be thankful you made the quote list again, I'm tired.
"Look who's on trial." Interpool
Redeyesdemon, Yes, I know you're the second person to ever write a Fable Fanfic, I'm the third. Take that Hahahaha +
That's it for this twenty four hours and until I fell like writing some more, put in God mode and keep kicking butt, oh wait wrong quote.
