The Colour Purple... The King of Fighters '95
Based on the Characters of The King of Fighters '95 Copyright 1995(C) SNK
Original Fan Fiction Copyright (C) 1995 [ENGEL] Design Room 1995
This (chapter) fanfiction was originally written circa: [XX.96] (Thank you)
"Which Character are you?"
Note to self: Legacy chapter numbering (32- - -), does not match.
ORIGINAL CHAPTER
OSWALD. Make me a WEAPON that can SLAY GOD.
KILL him. Swiftly, in a way he will be absolutely unable to retaliate. I am not here to make friends. I am not here to make enemies. I am not here to duel. I am here to kill my teacher. Destroy everything, and everyone, and make them rue the day they crossed us.
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
For I simply exist here, to live a life without REGRETS!
An ULTIMATE TRUTH.
Freitas said. There are only 3 simple requirements that will make a daughter happy. A strong man to protect her. A man that clearly shows her, the one TRUE love. AND, a man who she and ONLY she is able to make vulnerable… No, that is not it. Women at their base, HATE weakness. It is not "vulnerability" that they seek – the correct word is "tenderness". A strong man, a man who truly loves her unconditionally, and a man who is tender to her whims and only her. EVERYTHING else is absolutely irrelevant and is the cause of many [BROKEN] women in this world.
BROKEN WOMEN. Left as remnants of a life destroyed, searching desperately for happiness. Dragging down with it like a drowning child, the world, pulling society down with their talons where all of us have to suffer equitably.
Deny it if you must, but in the dark corners of your mind you know it to be true. That anger can be harnessed into strength, and the fine line that separates two fates is the father that opened her eyes to the cruelty of the world. …and in front of her was the ULTIMATE FINAL SOLUTION.
BUT. None of these foolish, broken notions apply to THE WHIP.
…and if you are this man, this little girl will be loyal to you and only you, until the end of time.
SHE will even SLAY a GOD at your behest.
Life is very simple. Yet, complicated at the same time. Only time solves all woes. It all becomes clear, but only at the end when you face death and you often wonder, where you went wrong, and wished you could do it all over again. Until death do us part!
…The Ultimate Rule of Dogs and Men still apply, but however, men and women are different, and no matter how much you SCREAM. This will still remain true as the world laughs at you.
I wonder, where, exactly, where exactly in life did I go wrong?
…
1990.
Muchiko wailed loudly in pain. With two points of contact like a savage ANIMAL, Heidern reversed her momentum instantaneously and pinned Muchiko to the ground.
Heidern tilted his head back, leaving a trail of the Whip's blood in the air as he growled, snarled and roared again pulling a large chunk of flesh upwards.
"RRRYAYAAGHHH!" She cried in pain.
"Director!" Ralf shouted.
"Double U!" Clark called out.
The monster, Heidern's left hand remained crucified into his right shoulder, but with his right hand the beast wrapped itself around Muchiko's neck. In a mount position, a total advantage Heidern put his entire weight on the woman's neck in the clear intent to strangle her and crush her throat.
Gurgling desperately, the Whip put her right hand over her enemy's face, pushing it aside, and her left hand instinctively pushed on his shoulder as if it could save her from drowning. But the force was too great, bit by bit the beast hunched forward, like a clicking vise grip the gears locked slowly crushing her blood drenched windpipe.
Oh no… no… it's happening, the flashes. Memories. The grand ballroom filled with broken shards of glass – diamonds. The letters to her father. The towering shelves filled with books, as she tried to search FOR the ANSWER. Oh no. I am DYING, as my body instinctively clings to life.
Here. Heidern handed her a polaroid picture.
No. My dying was NOT part of the agreement.
…
For all those who steep in constant agony, TIME is a cheap, and a readily available commodity. For all to suffer with equity as the rain falls. (165)
"You have to overcome this pain on your own, little girl." You have to carry this weight on your own. And, after all the LESSONS… when you do, on your own, despite your weakness… "Come find me." If you wish to see it through to the END. I will wait for you.
Surpass your insignificance, OVERCOME your petty weakness. FIND ME.
…
"GhAGGhGhk!" Muchiko gurgled desperately, but… "AgghhLL… DEggghh.."
"Director!" Ralf shouted. He released his grip from Clark and ran forward. Immediately, Clark reached out.
"STOP!" Clark yelled.
Ralf only took a few steps forward, 10 yards in an instant before he felt a PAINFUL searing pain in his outstretched hand, like he had dipped his arm into acid. Recoiling from the pain, Ralf yelled, "AAAUGH!" The man crossed his arms over his face immediately protecting his face as he suddenly felt his flesh, as if it waned to melt off his bones.
"GET BACK, RALF!" Ralf could not 'see' it, but Clark 'saw' it very clearly. A large azure blue cylinder of light completely enveloped Heidern and the Whip. There was a dangerous field that made the pair completely powerless, repelling anyone from interfering in this disgusting stage play. "Oswald." Clark said, toughing the button on his earpiece. "WHAT THE FUCK is going on!"
On her back struggling to survive, Clark could see clearly the ends of Muchiko's floating hair catch on fire slightly and the specs of floating dust in front of her face burst into blue flame.
Clark put his hand up to his earpiece. "What is happening Oswald!? There's a blue light."
…
"Mister Louie. Please!" Oswald begged, speaking into the telephone in his hand. "PLEASE! Do not do this. We still have time. Let me talk to the Chairman. We can stop him."
"I am sorry Mister D'arcy." Louie replied, and at the opposite side of the word, Oswald D'arcy felt his stomach drop in dread. "There is NO more time. The 4th Syndicate has no choice but to destroy Wilhelm Heidern and Muchiko Vogel."
"Wait!" Oswald pleaded again and again. "Wait! We still can…"
"OSWALD! What is going on!? There's a blue light!" Clark SHOUTED again.
"I don't know. I DON'T KNOW!" Oswald screamed in panic, losing all his facilities as was totally uncharacteristic for the man, but just for this time. "Clark…. We have to,..."
Then Oswald's voice slowly vanished into silence.
{Useless.}
"Useless…" Clark sneered, oh, right… I spoke out loud again when I did not intend to.
A mental illness. Or. Was it a strange gift from God?
Clark grabbed Ralf's wrist and pulled him back.
"We have to do something, Heidern is killing the Director!" Ralf frantically said.
"Calm down." Clark said.
VIOLENCE can no longer solve this problem. Like two people racing – the 100 meter, 300 meter, even the 10,000 meter dash! Playing chess, or, even the silent moments children play ROCK, PAPER; SCISSORS.
It is now a battle of attrition, and in order to bring Heidern back, it is now all about PSYCHOLOGICAL DAMAGE.
I do not know exactly what you've seen, W., but it's almost as if… you fought a war, ALL by yourself. Oh wait, didn't we ALL fight IT alone?
"Clark, what the f…"
There is nothing we can do anymore. Their flesh and bone are irrelevant now. All that was left were two people who were unable to feel PAIN, and they would not stop until the other was dead.
Muchiko GNASHED her teeth and drove her fingertips into Heidern's numb flesh, DESPERATELY clinging to life, PUSHING the monster back in that blue cage, and in the silent moments, wanted to SCREAM OUT and tell him – that it was instead that HE was wrong and she refused to be KILLED. Because of the time we shared together.
"Director W." Clark said silently, as if like a prayer. "You must… for all of us…"
"Aggghh…. ALL. ALL DEBTS…" Muchiko wheezed. We had a CONTRACT.
…
"Xiao jie men, song kaisuo." Ladies, release the locks. (179)
"Mubiao jiaozheng." Target correction, the row of identically dressed Chinese women replied in unison.
In the darkness of outer space, the fins of that large machine swiveled and rotated its mass to the appropriate place – switching and hissing in minute detail in order to pinpoint its target with precision.
On it's side, the metal plates had large red letters painted on it – C…
"Louie… There's still time. We will kill Heidern." Oswald pleaded. "Do not kill the mistress, please!"
Floating in darkness of outer space – was a menacing modern day monster.
Red painted letters one by one D – E - M – O - one by one each letter passing the camera, spelled [DEMOCRACY] on the face of the weapon's titanium shell, labeled by the Chinese 4TH Syndicate as the one true finger of GOD. It's blue beam piercing the Earth underneath it.
Satellite Extreme Orbital Laser Beam Weapon [DEMOCRACY]
"Mister Oswald," Mr. Louie said calmly and plainly. "We cannot wait any longer."
A cruel gorgon, spanning HEAVEN like a callous will of GOD. Each and every one of us, despite our convictions, was rendered irrelevant by the unfair notions of a higher power.
Flesh irrelevant. This was just a psychological war. A hard and vicious test of spirit.
So capricious. Muchiko grit her teeth HARD! Then ROARED! Silently. Just like she did back then, without voice, clinging DESPERATELY for life, wanting to DESTROY the entire world. Even as the world wanted to incinerate her until her body was left into nothing.
"If the FOURTH HEAVENLY GIFT is allowed to be released, now, the entire WORLD will see the third world war. All of our friends will DIE, just as YOURS did many decades ago. Surely you understand. The religious conflict in the Middle East we see now will suddenly, and IMMEDIATELY spread through the ENTIRE WORLD in an instant." Louie replied matter of factly.
"Yesterday…" Louie said.
Yesterday and Today cannot be allowed to become one and the same. AND. For us to save the world, unfortunately, your friend has to die.
In the face of our greed and hubris. It was a MISTAKE to allow both of them to live.
The FOURTH HEAVENLY GIFT must not be allowed to spread unto the entire world.
"Do you understand what I am saying, Mister Oswald D'Arcy?"
Do you understand me?
Perhaps. Mayhaps…
It was not solely compassion. That British man, Cullen was correct, 45 or so years ago.
The government killed Jesus Christ back then with no reservation, did they not?
…
He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.
-REVELATION 21:4
"Once it is REVEALED to the world." Krauser said to his young friend, Rugal. and RUGAL understood. "Matthew said it. Brother will fight brother in order to OBTAIN [IT]." And we will KILL EACH OTHER. (179)
…
"Mistress. Can you hear me?" Oswald D'Arcy put his fingers on his earpiece...
You have to STOP him NOW.
The Fourth Heavenly Gift. The REINCARNATION. The promise of immortal life.
…
"Ladies." The Chairman said.
"Initial target correction, confirmed, locked." The row of ladies responded.
"Initiating secondary and final firing sequence. Request permission to charge." The second layer of identically dressed, prim and proper Chinese women said.
"Charge weapon." The Chairman commanded.
"2 minutes." Louie said.
Large numerals flashed on the screen immediately counting down to the final firing sequence. 01:59:99. The constant blue beam in front of the satellite maintained its energy while a brighter pulsating light collected behind it as it readied itself for the killing attack.
Scchhhrkk.. hacghsshh….. The static.
"Mistress. Can you hear me?" Oswald's voice crept into Muchiko's ear as she desperately clung to life when a monster strangled her with its entire weight. "Mistress."
There is no more time. You have to KILL Heidern. THEY are going to…
SHUT UP!
"ALL!"
Muchiko Vogel stared back up at Wilhelm Heidern, locking his gaze to her unwilling to let go. Her cheeks burning in searing pain. YOU ARE HERE! HERE WITH ME! Don't you dare look away! The pressure, the insane mounting, building pressure crushing her body. Forget EVERYTHING. HERE.
I will be the chain. The chain that ties YOU back to the world. Muchiko clenched hard on her grip, driving her fingertips into Heidern's eye socket, curling into each and every crevice of his face.
And, and even if I have to FIGHT GOD, then I will do so freely and willingly.
I will NOT allow HIM to take you away from ME! From US!
"ONLY YOU. Only YOU and I exist HERE!"
Wilhelm Heidern.
Her right hand curled in, jabbing her thumb deep into Heidern's eye socket.
"ALL. DEBTS. MUST. BE. REPAID!"
Chapter 184: DEMOCRACY
Something was wrong, something terribly out of place. The girl felt totally out of place, uncomfortable in her own skin. Girl? Muchiko looked at her small hands and turning her head to the mirror by her side she saw that she was in a smaller body, in a strange house.
{1970? 1982? 1990? Where?}
The low resolution voice from the far side of the room caught her by surprise. Heidern sat at the head of the table and at the opposite side, to Muchiko's right was a small black and white television, sitting there like it was another guest. Muchiko sat in her seat – an anachronism that was perfectly normal for the time yet totally perplexing to us now.
In a deadpan monotone voice as was typical at the time the newscaster spoke slowly "Here's the electoral total as it stands, Mondale has won 13 electoral votes." Symphonic low resolution music in the background, an incredulous result yet the reporter did not break the cadence in his drab emotionless voice.
"It's so nice to have you over for dinner." Sandra, Heidern's wife said with a smile. "Wilhelm doesn't talk much about his work. Are you one of his students?"
She said.
{It's 1984…}
Muchiko Vogel did not reply, and slowly as the sensation came back into her fingertips, the girl found herself in a 12-year-old girl's body, in a strange and peculiar dining room. Dinner table.
"You are about the same age as Clara." Sandra continued. "I hope you and her can be good friends."
Clara, his daughter, looked back at Muchiko from the opposite side of the table, a seething stalemate only understood by women in like fashion.
And at the head of the table was Wilhelm Heidern. Muchiko Vogel trapped in a 12 year old body stared at him, begging, pleading, with hatred in her eyes.
On Muchiko's left side was Sandra, Heidern's wife serving potatoes to everyone slowly with a smile.
So this is where you were hiding, old man.
"I am going to FREE you from this prison. Heidern." She said. "Forgive me."
…for the sins I have made, and for those I am about to do…
As we slowly determine what is the final ultimate truth.
An EVIL man story, and a girl who was once trapped in a world of suffering, no longer.
An Ultimate Truth: Indeed, TWO THINGS CAN BE TRUE AT ONCE.
Even with decades of painstaking care, despite your eagerness to die, unfortunately you may have made a critical MISTAKE – and chosen someone who is willing to destroy the entire world for you, instead. GOD momentarily had a miscalculation.
Both of us CAN exist HERE at the SAME time.
…
November 6, 1984. Peaceful dining room at home.
"One…" The Whip whispered… {This place is so BEAUTIFUL. I can understand why you HATE them so much for taking all of this from you.}
"Do you like meatloaf? It's one of Wilhelm's favourites. But, it has to have a lot of sugar!" She laughed cheekily.
"Two… Three…" Muchiko surveyed the entire room with her pupils bopping left and right rapidly, her head did not move. And why you must hate YOURSELF for letting them…
"How much would you like, Clara?" Sandra asked. Clara did not respond. Instead her daughter scowled silently staring back at Muchiko with intense focus.
IF I HAVE TO DESTROY, EVERY [BEAUTIFUL THING] AS PART OF THE CONTRACT, THEN I WILL DO SO, WITHOUT REGRET, NOR, HESITATION.
"Four… Five… Six…" She committed to memory, the organization of the dishes, the food on the table, the distance between her and Heidern's daughter, and his wife to her left.
"Clara can you hear me? Here… Make sure you eat some greens too…" Her mother said somewhat sternly, but her daughter did not move.
Seven. Oh what a peaceful room it was, she did not want to forget the colour of the wallpaper, the pretty frames pictures of a happy family hung neatly on the walls.
Eight… Nine… Somewhat resentful the feelings began to bubble upwards from the pit of the girl's stomach. {Oh how wonderful this life must have been. This must be why you insist on staying here, Wilhelm.}
I AM THE STORM, THAT, IS APPROACHING!
"Muchiko? Is that a Chinese name? Heidern said you were his German friend's daught…"
BLACK CLOUDS READY FOR ANNIHILATION!
"Ten." Muchiko said.
WE can NEVER, ever be FRIENDS.
One. A plate shattered in front of Clara's face shards embedding themselves into her flesh and made her cross both arms over her.
Two. Muchiko jumped onto the table with her left foot slamming down first, she burst into a full speed run towards Heidern's daughter.
Three. Before anyone could react, Muchiko cocked her right hand back and in an icepick reverse grip – and STABBED its entire 4 inch blade into Clara's right eye.
Four. Each movement, carefully planned ahead of time, repeated again and again, over and over in Muchiko's mind she had subdivided her movements, planned the path of attack so it would be the most efficient means possible. Clara fell back into her chair and crumpled into the floor. Muchiko reversed her movements and in a V pattern ran the opposite direction on the table towards Sandra. All she had to do was now execute, just as she had imagined it repeatedly beforehand.
"Muchiko?" Sandra said momentarily stunned and confused, the movements were so fast, without hesitation that the woman was unable to process the information at all.
{Not her. You, are you THERE?}
Five. With her left hand, Muchiko SMASHED a glass filled with water into Sandra's face. When the woman instinctively recoiled back, the girl ran forward, followed her rearward arc and STABBED the knife into her right trapezius muscle, over her clavicle. Leaving the knife there, she let go and reversing her grip, Muchiko grabbed the knife again in forward grip and in one fluid motion pulled out and slashed Sandra's throat. Blood painting the walls.
Six. Muchiko, not slowing her pace used her entire forward momentum to kick Sandra's body and using the opposite reaction rotated the momentum to propel her up the table towards Heidern who sat with a blank stare in his face, still imprisoned.
Seven. Muchiko remembered to put her open left hand in a claw in front of her face and readied the blade horizontally at shoulder height. Focusing directly at Heidern's face.
But even she predicted this, or at the very least, left room for the possibility.
Eight. Clara, her one eye now hollow and blood drenching her entire torso snarled and per her body in front of Muchiko, blocking the assault and with both her arms reached out to tear into Muchiko's face.
{GOD.}
Muchiko momentarily slipped on the tablecloth when it crumpled underneath her feet however, serendipitously her sudden jarring movements in order to regain balance allowed her to evade Clara's claws – and in retaliation she slapped the bottom of her left palm onto Clara's chin pushing her face up.
Nine. Clara could only see the ceiling. The bright chandelier slowly turning the entire world into white, a blinding light.
OBSESSION IS PULLING ME! FADING. I'VE COME TO TAKE WHAT'S MINE.
Who are you? What kind of conviction is this? Are you so fearless and willing? To go these lengths? To slaughter everyone? Did you have the POWER to differentiate illusion from reality? If I have to kill EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM to fulfill this contract, then I WILL!
"Heidern!" Muchiko knelt on both knees and pulled Heidern's face towards her with both hands. "Heidern! Wilhelm! Please! Wake up!"
Ten. Clara's body dropped on the floor with a thud. Both eyes stabbed and the knife remaining embedded in her skull. Or were you so STRONG, that you simply did not care?
"HEIDERN!" Muchiko WAILED, pulling Heidern's face into hers, staring into his eyes and unwilling to let go. "WAKE! UP!"
…
197X.
"Augh!" Heidern opened his eyes.
He stood on the sidewalk of the San Francisco International Airport. On a park bench, a lady had a book in front over her face. However the book was so close in front of her face, an almost ridiculous manner she was coy by half she was clearly not reading it as it was 2 inches in front of her face. BUT.
But, back in those days, decades after women dropping handkerchiefs had all but fallen out of fashion, she could not help but cover her blushing face.
"I can see you, you know." Heidern said.
Peeking over the top of the book, the young woman hid her glee but said nothing as she felt like she was about to explode.
"Hello Sandra." Heidern greeted. "Nice to meet you."
Sandra closed the book and put it on her lap. She looked up and puckered her lips nervously, innocently making her dimples show. "Hello… Wilhelm." She smiled brightly.
Heidern smiled back. But he immediately felt a sinking sensation run up his spine, when a small blonde haired boy stood behind him. "Hello, Heidern. I am sorry," He grinned.
Heidern's eyes blared wide open and behind him, over his shoulders was a small familiar boy.
"I'm sorry." Sandra cried. "You don't belong HERE."
A dark shadowy hand reached up from the ground and grabbed Heidern's ankle, pulling back. "Sandra… Sandra…" Heidern…
If I could turn back TIME, then mayhaps NONE of this would have happened. Sandra. If I had chosen differently, would none of this have happened?
Two, three, four, six, nine, twelve hands reached up Heidern's legs. Sandra. PLEASE. Let me apologize, before, before you take me away.
"SANDRA! I made a mistake. FORGIVE ME."
I was young and I was a fool. We can no longer turn back time, and the sole avenue left is to DESTROY the entire world. This is the price we pay. Destiny is calling me. I AM SORRY for HURTING YOU!
San Francisco. 197X.
And then… the DARKNESS.
…
Light and dark. Heidern blinked and woke up to a crackling bonfire next to him. HE sat up. The humid air wrapped its arms around his body. Strange an unfamiliar from the cool San Francisco air he expected.
"Good evening, Commander." Ralf, around 10 years old said. Hand outstretched, he offered to help Wilhelm get up but instead Heidern stood up on his own and walked down the cleared path in front of him, witnessing the world at the first person perspective.
"Hello, sir."
"Good evening, Commander." Heidern continued to walk.
Heidern eventually stopped when a blonde haired boy, younger than Ralf sat cross legged in front of him eating his plate of boiled chicken and rice. He looked down at the boy, saying nothing, waiting.
"Good evening, sir." Clark said between bites. The boy put his plate down and stood at attention, saluting respectfully.
"Good evening, Clark." Heidern greeted.
"Good evening, sir." Clark repeated before sitting back down to finish his meal.
Heidern continued to walk past Clark, totally oblivious as to what he was doing as he walked down this infinite path. A small hand grabbed his and a small, blonde haired boy about 5 years old walked next to Heidern with his hand in his. "You know," the Childrens said. "Childrens like you and I cannot exist in the OUTSIDE world."
Inside the forest clearing was a very strange wooden door that appeared in front of the man.
"You go ahead old man." Clark said with an aloof two finger salute. Behind Heidern's shoulder Clark sat and smiled. "Hey, com'mon, Heidern…"
You go ahead. We promise to follow you. We will meet you at the END of this story. We promise.
…and then, DARKNESS.
…
With a CLICK, and CREAK, the strange wooden door opened in front of him. The warm rancid air gushed on Heidern's face and it was so bitter to the taste.
A low resolution static annoying to the ears, from old and broken speakers.
"In this appeal I particularly address myself to the German YOUTH, in vowing ourselves to one another, we are entitled to stand before ourselves in front of the almighty and ask him for his grace and his blessing. No people can do more than that. Everybody who can fight, fights, and that everybody who can work, works. And that they can all sacrifice in common and can be filled with thought - to safeguard freedom and national honour; and thus the future of life!"
-Adolf Hitler, 3 months before he shot himself.
…Ofcourse… Only you understand me.
[Here] I am again. (145) This is where I wanted to be. When I wished the world would have ended. For both you… and for me. In good company when the world told both of us we were just simple villains, for the sake of simple convenience.
The shrill yet penetrating sound of the air raid sirens emanated from the bullhorns placed on top of tall iron towers. The actual sound was neither imposing nor fearsome, but their distinct desperate meaning was what instilled a complete and paralyzing terror.
"Hey BRUV!" He waved like in a tropical vacation.
The Knight sat in a wooden chair, waving his left hand up greeting his friend behind him without so much as turning his head.
It was 1944. Because, ofcourse it was…
"Bruv," The blonde haired boy jeered while looking to the side aloofly at his battered enemy next to him. With no more energy and now with a clear understanding that death was close and inevitable, "Why don't we forget all this? Let's just walk away, and live like normal people?"
"You." Heidern scowled in response. Then a sneer and sly chuckling that hurt his face and insides simultaneously, ensued. "YOU are the only one who understands me, Royal British Knight."
"I see…" Knight laughed. "After all this time, I see that history books have not yet taken interest in you just yet?"
Heidern walked down that dusty path and leaned forward with his right hand on the back of that wooden chair that his friend had left for him. In a wide clearing in the wide empty town square were just TWO chairs, for two friends. Heidern sat down and leaned back.
"Isn't it funny, bruv," Knight laughed, "Isn't it funny that the annals of history always say that the GOOD guys always won?"
"Hegh." Heidern laughed tersely.
Knight slapped his left hand over Heidern's right shoulder, shaking it heartily. The Englishman laughed hard, then, all of a sudden pulled back and breathed in in a slight sound of melancholy. "My friend… My… very…"
IT IS SO GOOD TO SEE YOU. I missed you so very, very much. As he shuffled in the couch in unconscious slumber, a last respite by the 5TH GIFT. …as it slowly begun to dissolve and the Knight felt his flesh and consciousness drift away in particles into the air. Thank you.
"My very good friend." Knight grit his teeth. "I am so happy to see you, but…" as the last bit of his flesh drifted away. In a flash of night as the bombs dropped.
But you do not belong here.
…
The BEAST – part 44.
Satellite Extreme Orbital Laser Beam Weapon
A blue light enveloped both of them, searing their flesh, yet they were beyond that. Neither the Whip nor the Beast could even feel an ounce of pain because both of them were presented with a singular PURPOSE. Muchiko and Heidern both had the clear intent of KILLING each other and nothing else mattered. Here.
"I've FOUND YOU!" The Whip slapped her right claw over Heiderns face, pushing it back from devouring her. Jamming her fingers into its mouth.
SO THIS [THE ROOM] YOU'VE BEEN HIDING IN! HEIDERN!
WAKE UP!
Human civilization, is driven by morality, economics and science.
All are supported by the philosophy of happiness.
Heidern hunched down and looked at his enemy as the pressure was so much to bear he felt like it would crush his brain. Yet the girl pushed back. Your right eye.
Heidern's right eye was a hollow cavity, beneath it was a deep crimson evil glow.
SO your HUMANITY remains in your LEFT EYE. The intense pressure, the painful sensation of claws driving itself into her stomach, Muchiko, The Whip felt like a dozen sharpened bamboo tore through her guts as Heidern drove her into the ground forcefully and her blood gushed into the sky.
Bloody mouth with stained teeth SCREAMING! MOVE! FORWARD!
Muchiko slapped her right hand into Heidern's face, pushing it away, stabbing her fingers into the Beast's eye sockets, up until the last moment. Every moment BURNING.
Standing here, I realize, you were just like me, try to make history.
"Frauliennnn…" It wheezed desperately, begging, pleading… with the last bit of its life, clinging to the last remnants of sanity. "Your promise… to me."
Heidern's one good eye stared back at Muchiko, with one last painful plea, [THEN]… just as the same as cracking two eggs into a bowl, two yolks in the same cup, two pupils swirled inside Heidern's left eye socket. Like Yin and Yang, two swirling pupils, one brown and one RED swam in a large white pool. TWO pupils stared back at the girl from the same eye socket.
VIOLENCE! BREEDS VIOLENCE! But in the end IT HAS TO BE THIS WAY!
THERE! THERE YOU ARE! GOD!
…
A WEAPON. ONE to SURPASS ALL OF THEM.
"Mistress! Look what I've found!" Oswald said in glee.
"Let me guess, Oswald." Whip sighed, "You found this on the eBay?"
"Yes mistress, yess! Look at it." It is so wonderful.
How many NAILS crucified Jesus Christ? Is it three? Or is it four?
"Nails?"
"The Nine Inch Nails."
I think I may have found the FOURTH in Tel-Aviv! The ULTIMATE WEAPON!
The last weapon that was able to SLAY a GOD.