Well, no reviews...
This is where the story starts to...start...i dunno. Just read and review
Chapter 5: Interrupting Tranquility
I awoke, the room lighted by the rays escaping through blinds, the lighting giving a tranquil affect to the room. Groggily I realized that Yomiko and I had fallen asleep shoulder-to-shoulder, her head rested on my shoulder and my head rested atop of hers, we didn't even finish the book.
"Are you awake," I asked, but didn't get a response. I didn't want to wake her, so I smiled and closed my eyes. Just a little longer, I thoughtas I rested my head on hers' again, feeling the soft black hair rustle under my cheek. This was nice…so nice…
THUD. There was a loud noise at the door that immediately woke Yomiko and forced me to sit straight up. We both stared at the door, expecting something to happen. It did. With a second pound against the door it broke in two, a large axe poking through the remains of the door. Immediately I took the book out of Yomiko's hand and pulled out a few sheets of paper as I stepped forward. I saw through the doorway a large man, muscular like a body builder and short. Pushing the remains of the door he walked in.
"You!" he called out, his oversized axe lifted effortlessly by his hand. I could tell by the look in his eye he was angry, obviously for defeating the two before him. He was much more frightful than the other two though, he seemed to be completely made of muscle, each limb bulging with power. He wore a plain shirt with ripped off sleeves, and a pair of shorts that stopped at his knees. There were two smaller axes at his side and several tomahawks placed around his belt.
"You defeated master Eico, now I defeat you!" he yelled.
"What? Who the hell are you?" I called out as I stood before Yomiko.
"I am Eighth Master, Thor."
"Eighth Master? What?" I asked, but he didn't respond.
Taking his large axe into both hands he raised it above his head and then slashed down with an overwhelming force that hardly gave me a chance to jump back. His axe hit the ground, shaking the room, and when it did I used all of the paper in my book to bind his hands to the axe and hold bindings to the surrounding bookshelves.
"Yomiko, hurry! Out the door!" I commanded as I grabbed a stack of newspaper. As fast as she could she jumped over the behemoth and ran out. Throwing a sheet of newspaper around his face I ran over him and outside. The light blurred my vision for a moment and then slowly everything came into focus. We would have to fight on top of the roof. Scanning the surroundings I saw that he had climbed onto the roof, he was too large to fit through the rooms of the building!
Yomiko grabbed my hand and yelled, "Come on, this way!" Leading me into the dark corridors of the building we ran as fast we could; down the stairs, through the piles and piles of books. About halfway through the building I heard a loud roar and the sound that I didn't hear to often, it was of hard paper being ripped through. He must be strong if he can rip through it while its still hard, I thought as we ran down the last flight of stairs and out the door. We ran out into the street and saw that in every direction there were cars driving through the streets. Great, now of all times, I thought
I heard a second roar from above. Immediately I looked up to see the large man take hold of the railing above and leap down. With a tremendous force he landed in the middle of the four-way intersection, breaking the pavement yards around where he stood. The traffic on all sides stopped and boxed us in, each of the drivers and passengers getting out of their cars and running away at the sight of the man. We were trapped. Grabbing the two axes at his sides he began a slow walk towards us.
With Yomiko's hand still in mine I forced her behind me and said, "Stay here."
"Why? I can-"
"I will do everything I can to protect you," I interrupted, looking towards the beast. "I will protect you, no matter what!" She tried to stop me but it was too late, I had already begun walking towards the man. Taking the newspaper into my hands I leapt towards the man, the newspaper flying behind me in two connected streams. I saw him raise his left axe as I drew near. My muscles tensed. This is it. Forcing my arms in front of me I put my foot down and brought both of the paper streams before me and cased them around him, mummifying him but leaving a place for him to breath. I stood in front of him as he fell to his knees. I knew it wouldn't hold, he broke my paper bonds before. I hate being right.
With a growl he broke free of his paper suit, the individual sheets flying through the air, and threw a tomahawk at me. I knew Yomiko was still behind me, and I didn't want to risk her getting hurt, so as fast as I could I folded a stray paper that was still in the air around the blade of it so it couldn't penetrate me. With a blast of pain it hit my left shoulder, rendering completely useless. It hurt like hell, if I hadn't lessened the force of it then it would have torn my arm completely off. My arm cried in pain, telling my body to stop and seek relief, but I knew better. I had to protect Yomiko.
I thought as the paper flew through the air, the mammoth standing still and watching my pain, what could I do now. I couldn't bind him, he would just tear loose. I didn't know what else to do. I could kill him, but…
I looked back, and saw Yomiko, shaking in fear. What else could I do besides this? Placing my hand over my shirt I unfolded my paper shirt, returning it to it's natural paper form, and forced each individual sheet of paper to shoot forwards towards the monstrosity. I saw it fly towards him, but with a slash of his left axe he cut most of the paper in half, but not without a loss, for in doing so it dulled the axe beyond use. He only suffered cuts on his right arm and left leg, but he lost the use of his axe. Throwing to the side he raised his other axe.
Standing in an undershirt and my shorts I unfolded my paper shorts and preformed the same attack, thinking that maybe I could make his weapons useless. I was right, his right hand axe was made useless and was discarded as if it was worthless, but this time he suffered cuts on his left arm and right leg. He grabbed his last four tomahawks, two in each hand, and stood ready to throw them at me. Ok, I thought, one more time.
Removing my paper undershirt I threw them at him, making sure that four sheets intercepted his tomahawks, and felt the force of four blunt weapons smash against me. I fell backwards, my legs useless and my torso heaving. I looked up and saw that he had suffered cuts on his face and on various spots of his torso, but he was still moving. Slowly he came towards me.
"For master Eico," he yelled out as he dragged his body towards me. He wasn't going to give up unless he knew I was dead, but I couldn't let that happen. I had only one place left for paper, my undergarments.
With my right arm I forced myself to my knees and placed my hand over my right thigh. "Nothing left to protect yourself with you bastard," I said as I forced my undergarments off into its paper form and sent them flying towards him. In a glory of paper I saw him get cut all around his body, and a several sheets of paper slice directly through his torso. Like a gigantic building he fell to the side and hit the ground, sending tremors all around. I did it, he was dead.
Turning to Yomiko I gave her the 'thumbs up' gesture, saying that I did it. But I could tell she didn't care, she was horrified as she looked at me. I tried to make myself wonder what she was looking at in such a way, but I knew what it was, I knew that I was covered in terrible bruises all over, and bleeding. I knew that I was naked and scarred all over; I knew that's what she saw. I smiled and then, exhausted, I fell to the ground.
What a morning. It was all right though, she was safe for now and that's all that mattered. I said something, though I'm not sure what, and then I closed my eyes, succumbing to sleep. A few hours, I told myself, and then you HAVE to get up. I felt her soft hand against my neck, and then I felt a heavy covering fall over me.
Just a few hours…
