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Post by odh on May 5, 2005 11:27:58 GMT -5
OMFGILOVEIT!
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Post by Charles Vane on May 5, 2005 12:37:06 GMT -5
I also love this story. For no real reason I think the mystery person is Charlotte.
Or me.. just because I think that would be cool.
It's probably Antenora or someone like that.
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Post by PJ on May 5, 2005 18:52:13 GMT -5
Pure Brilliance! I loved that. The only thing is that my name is spelled as "Philip". But it's cool.
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Post by champ103 on May 7, 2005 9:53:15 GMT -5
Killing Dupin Says: Most of this is a fight scene, so enjoy!
Three
121 Wickson Way looked just like any of the houses on the street. The same bricks, the same roof, the same door. The same little path leading up through an attractive front garden, with flowers blooming at the edge and an apple tree by the wall of the house, each of the fruit looking ripe and red. ____ took a deep breath as she stepped out of the car, locking the door behind her. She slipped the keys in the pocket of her bag, as she walked further along the path, looking straight towards the door. The kantana sword was neatly in a sheath attached to her belt. She was about to come face to face with one of her enemies. But it wasn’t simple rivalry. It was unfinished business. Countess Ashley had killed her mother, and her nephew, along with several members of 667. Her friends. And now she was going to die herself. It was only fair. She deserved it. She needed to be given what she deserved. And _____ was going to give it to her. She walked towards the door, full of aggression. She slammed her fist on the doorbell, and a faint ringing sound came from inside. ____ waited as footsteps came to greet her. The door swung open, and ____ quickly rushed inside, pulling her kantana sword out ready. A teenage girl stood in front of ____, her eyes wide with fear. She took a step back, and turned to face the other way nervously. ‘Mum!’ she cried. ‘I think it’s for you!’ ____ put away the sword back into its sheath as more footsteps came. She muttered ‘sorry’ to the girl, who was still looking at ____ with a gaze of fear. In just seconds, a woman had joined her place at the front door. Her dark hair was in a scraggily ponytail, and her eyes were large below dear eyebrows. ‘Yes, okay sweetie,’ she said and looked up. Her mouth widened, her eyes became even bigger and she shook her head, before turning to her daughter. ‘It’s a rather important meeting, sweetie,’ she said kindly. ‘Maybe you could go to your room and,’ she stopped to think before continuing,’ do some homework or something. Yeah?’ The teenaged girl shrugged, before heading back down a thing corridor, towards her room. The second she was out of sight, ____ stepped forward, unleashing her sword in preparation. ‘Would you like to make this quick?’ she asked. ‘Because I, myself would like to do it very slowly.’ She took a step forward. ‘I want to stretch’- another step-‘things’-she took another pace towards Countess Ashley-‘out.’ ‘I’d rather you potato ed off myself,’ Countess Ashley replied. She seemed unafraid-her eyes looked ready for any attack. Her eyes looked pure evil, as if they were ready to slice ____ open and rip out her guts. ‘I thought you would have died by now to be honest, _____,’ she explained. ‘In fact, Luna was about to make orders to kill you in your coma. Before you woke up. But it doesn’t bother her much that you’re alive, I’m thinking. When she kills you, she’d love to see your pain. She really wants you to feel it.’ ‘That’s nice,’ ____ replied calmly. ‘But today’s issue is you. I can only feel sorry for your daughter-I didn’t realize that you had children. Got any more I need to worry about?’ ‘You’re not touching my kids!’ Ashley screamed. _____ chuckled. ‘You think I’m THAT evil?’ she asked. ‘I’m here to kill you because you were responsible in killing off anyone I’ve ever loved, okay? Your children have done nothing. But I’m afraid they’ll feel the grief when you die. It’s a shame really, having your parents brutally murdered. I should know, after what you did.’ At that, she charged forward, and slashed the kantana in front of her. Ashley, ducked, and waved a foot out, colliding into _____’s, tripping her over onto the leather sofa in the living room. As _____ picked herself up, Ashley grabbed a glass coffee table from by the open front door, and threw it through the air, towards _____, who launched herself back onto the sofa as it collided to where her head had been less then a second ago. She felt it brush by her head. There was a smash as the coffee table met an end to its path with the wall above the fireplace. Glass threw everywhere-_____ shielded her face from the chards as they scattered around. Ashley quickly rushed through another door-once _____ had gotten up from the sofa, she quickly followed into the room she discovered as a kitchen. As she took another step forward, and then saw Countess Ashley holding a slick and smooth gun in her bloody hands. She pulled the trigger, and ____ quickly pulled herself back into the living room, before quickly looking around for somewhere to go. Or something to use. She didn’t want to throw her kantana sword at Ashley, it would be a waste, and then Ashley would have her weapon. Ashley rushed towards the door that would take her back into the living room, and as she ran back in, she was greeted with a violet vase smashing against her head. She fell to the floor, feeling the blood rushing down her cheeks. She gave a whimper as she hit the floor. ____ picked up her limp body. ‘You put up a nice fight,’ she muttered. ‘But now it’s time to finish you off.’ She held out her sword wide, and put it against Ashley’s throat. Something pushed her out of the way: _____ was thrown into a bookshelf, which collapsed on top of her, literature scattered everywhere. Ashley was thrown towards the door, and landed in a sitting position as scraped down the wall. ____ pushed books away, and clambered out between shelves of the bookcase to see what had happened. In front of her was Ashley’s teenage daughter, standing triumphantly, hands on hips. ‘You stay away from my mum!’ she screamed, her face red with anger, her hair wild. _____ stood up, and faced her. ‘You know what your mother does for a living, right?’ she asked. The girl shuffled her feet. ‘She’s a member of some club,’ she said quietly. ‘Correct. She’s a member of the Fan fiction Assassination Squad,’ ____ said. ‘I’m sure a girl of your intelligence knows what an assassin does. She kills people. And she killed everyone I knew at my own daughter’s funeral.’ The girl shrugged, and looked sad for a short second, but her expression quickly turned angry and sombre.
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Post by champ103 on May 7, 2005 9:55:48 GMT -5
chapter three continued
‘What do I care?’ she snapped. ‘She’s my mother, and you’re trying to kill her. Which means I’m going to try and kill you!’ ______ couldn’t help but laugh. ‘You’re only young,’ she explained. ‘I’m professional. I know what I’m doing, you don’t. Now I suggest you get out of the way before you get-‘ Something grabbed at ____’s neck, and lifted her high into the air. Countess Ashley, then threw her to the ground, and picked her gun up from the floor. She quickly aimed it at ____’s stomach. It seemed impossible for _____ to dodge it or avoid her doom. She closed her eyes, ready to admit defeat, but felt her kantana sword bristle her fingers. ‘Mum, don’t do it!’ the girl cried, scooping the sword up from _____’s reach, and holding it to the back of Ashley’s neck. ‘Let her go, don’t kill more people! I don’t want my mother as a murderer!’ ‘I’ve been a murderer since before you were born!’ Ashley cried. ‘Why do you suddenly care now?’ The girl gulped, and pointed to ____, who was lying scared on the floor. ‘Because you killed her family and friends!’ she cried. ‘How many more people have you killed? How many more lives have you ruined?’ Tears started to come from her eyes. ‘Now put down the gun, or I’m going to shove this sword down you’re neck. You’ll die, and if not, you’ll probably be paralysed.’ Ashley thought for a second. ‘Don’t-‘ she stuttered. ‘Put down the gun!’ the girl cried, wiping her eyes with her spare hand. Ashley sighed, and with a limp wrist, the the gun out of the window. There was a crash as it went through the glass, before it landed on the soft grass. ‘Happy now?’ she snarled. ‘Now go to your room…you’re grounded.’ The girl passed the sword back to ______, before slowly moving back towards the corridor, and up to her room. _____ stood up and turned to face Ashley. ‘That’s one son of a magee fighter you have as a daughter,’ she said. Ashley nodded. ‘Just like me,’ she said. ‘I would have killed you then. You should consider yourself lucky that she didn’t take her father’s genes.’ ______ snorted, before launching forward again with her kantana sword. Ashley dived out of the way and grabbed a sharp fire tong from the fireplace, and quickly snapped it down on _____’s sword. _____ quickly retorted it back, and slashed it down towards Ashley’s head, but there was a smack of metal on metal as the fire tong smashed into it. Suddenly there was a spasm of noise as the long metal weapons smacked against each other. The two fighters picked themselves up, and started dodging and attacking, waving their sword forward, ready to stab the other. They panted, breathing heavily as sweat came from their brows, until ____ quickly waved her arm back, before bringing it down, pushing the tong from Ashley’s grip. It landed on the floor with a clatter, and _____ quickly launched forward, determination in her eyes, blood trickling down her face. The sword slashed down Ashley’s chest, and she felt to the floor with a wail, landing by her weapon. _____ gave a smile, but knew that her task was not over. There was a steady rise and fall of Ashley’s chest, and she knew that the cut would not be enough to end her life. ____ leaned down, and pulled up Ashley’s head by the hear. Ashley looked almost as angry as ______ did. _____ picked up her kantana sword, and held it to Ashley’s neck. ‘I’m sure you’re aware of what will happen when this sword meets your throat,’ she growled. ‘And I’m sure that you know it’s not pretty.’ Ashley said nothing. She just pouted and narrowed her eyes. ‘So I’m sure that you want to avoid it, right?’ she asked. Ashley said nothing, so ____ quickly grabbed her hair more, and tightened her fist, preparing to make the cut. ‘Yes!’ Ashley sobbed. ‘Yes…’ ‘Well then, I’m sure you can avoid it by helping me,’ ____ said demandingly with a grin. Ashley nodded, being careful as the keep the skin of her throat away from the kantana. ‘James Berry,’ _____ said. ‘You were once acquainted with him, were you not? A little TOO acquainted, some people said.’ Ashley growled. ‘Those people are potato ers,’ she hissed. ‘Me and James worked for the same group of assassins, and that was it. ____ gave a small emotionless chuckle. ‘To be honest, Countess Ashley, I really don’t care,’ she explained. ‘All I care about is his location-you’d better tell me, and you’d better tell me the truth, or this room will be filled with so much blood you could go skinny dipping in it.’ ‘I don’t know where James is,’ Ashley coughed. _____ took the kantana sword away from her neck, and brought it down to Ashley’s helpless little finger. ‘Maybe a little detachment will help you remember,’ she whispered, and pressed the sword down on her finger. There was a spurt of blood, and Countess Ashley cried in pain. ‘Stop!’ she cried. ‘Stop!’ ____ didn’t stop. She simple gave a smug smile. ‘Only once you tell me where James Berry is, okay?’ she explained, as the sword dug into Ashley’s bone. ‘I already told you, ______, I don’t know!’ she cried. The sword moved further through the finger-tears came from Ashley’s’ eyes as she struggled to fight the immense pain. ‘Oh yeah?’ ____ asked, as the finger fell from Ashley’s hand and landed on the floor. Countess Ashley closed her eyes as she writhed in pain: she bit her lip as blood dripped down onto the floor. ‘Would you like to keep your index finger?’ she then asked, moving the sword over to another finger. ‘If so, you’d better start talking.’ She dug the sword down into the skin, as blood pricked out. ‘Fine, fine, okay!’ Ashley cried. ‘James Berry is taking part in some fighting tournament in a carnival in Paris. You know how competitive he-‘ ‘What’s the name of the carnival?’ ____ asked quietly. Ashley closed her eyes in thought. ‘Soliel Jour Carnival, or something,’ she cried. ‘Now, if you’re quite satisfied, let me go!’ _____ shook her head. ‘I won’t be satisfied,’ she said slowly. ‘Until you’re dead.’ She pulled the kantana away from Ashley’s bleeding fingers, and raised it above her throat, towards her temple. Ashley’s eyes widened as she realized her fate, and quickly tried to struggle. But _____ was now kneeling on her spine, and it was impossible to get free. ‘But I told you James’s location!’ she cried. ‘You also killed my family and friends,’ _____ growled. ‘And from me, that’s the ultimate punishment.’ She chuckled again. ‘The death penalty,’ ____ said, and pushed the kantana sword deep into Ashley’s temple. Ashley gasped in pain, and held out one pale hand, before she collapsed, her left cheek pressing against the bloody wooden floor. ____ smiled and gave a sigh of relief. One down, four to go. And she knew just where to find the next one.
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Post by champ103 on May 7, 2005 9:56:09 GMT -5
chapter three continued
She stood up, and pulled the kantana sword out of Ashley’s head with an unsettling squelch. She wiped the blood off it with a nearby curtain, and then placed it back in the sheath. She started to walk towards the door, where her car was waiting down the path, but heard heavy breathing. She turned, and saw Countess Ashley’s teenage daughter standing there. Her expression could only be described as shocked. ‘You killed her?’ she said quietly. Her eyes were wide, but quickly her eyebrows titled, and her eyes narrowed. Her expression was quickly set on fire, she was a bull seeing red. She was furious. ‘I saved your life, you worthless magee, and yet you still killed her!’ she cried, waving her arms. ‘What was I supposed to do, let her go?’ _____ cried. ‘Now go away, before I hurt you as well.’ She walked towards the door, and pulled it open, but heard a familiar tone behind her and gasped. The teenaged girl was holding a sleek silver phone in her hand and dialled nine, then one, then one, and prepared to press the ‘ring’ button. ‘Don’t you move a step, or the police will be here before you can even remove that crappy sword out of its sheath,’ she growled. ‘Look…’ _____ said,’ what ever your name is.’ ‘Pandora!’ the girl quickly snapped at her, still holding the phone in her tight grip. ‘Pandora, then,’ _____ growled. ‘Don’t do it. I’ll do anything you want. Your mother deserved it, it shouldn’t be treated as a crime. And there are more people just like her I need to deal with-evil people who helped kill everyone I knew. The last thing I need is to be arrested, or to have the police on my every move.’ Pandora sighed, and looked at _____, eyes confused, her facial features in a deep shadow of thought. ‘Fine,’ she said, placing the phone down on a small wooden table. ‘On one condition, that is.’ ______ smiled. ‘Whatever you want,’ she confirmed. Pandora shook her head, tears starting to form in her eyes. ‘The thing I want is for my mum to come alive again,’ she explained. ‘But you can’t bring her back can you?’ The tears rolled down her cheeks. ‘So I want the next best thing.’ Pandora stepped towards _____, who at first thought she was going to demand her death, but then she smiled kindly. ‘I want to come with you,’ she explained. ‘I want to help you track down these people. Be your sidekick sort of thing, you know?’ _____ shook her head. ‘I’d love to have a sidekick,’ she said kindly. ‘But you’re only a kid, I can’t let you help me.’ ‘I’m sixteen!’ Pandora cried. ‘And besides, where else have I got to go? You’ve already killed off the only family I have!’ ____ sighed. ‘And besides, you saw what I did when my mum was threatening you, ready to kill you. I saved your life, and I can do it again,’ Pandora insisted. ____ said nothing for a few minutes. She stood there, looking uncomfortably at the floor, until she finally reached a decision. ‘Fine, you can come with me,’ she concluded with a sigh. ‘But don’t blame me if you get hurt. You could die out there, okay?’ Pandora nodded. ‘My cars out here,’ _____ said, pointing to the door. Pandora nodded, and they left the house, shutting the door behind them and walking along the small cobbled path to the side of the road where _____’s car was parked. ‘Where are we going anyway?’ Pandora asked. _____ gave a glare. ‘The Soliel Jour Carnival in France,’ she explained. ‘I have unfinished business.
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Post by odh on May 7, 2005 11:25:33 GMT -5
Cool! Once again, I get a mention. And Ashley/James?!
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Post by Celinra on May 7, 2005 12:11:03 GMT -5
The only problem I have with this chapter is that a katana would not be used for stabbing (as you have with the stabbing of the temple), it's used for slashing. It's very difficult to drive a katana straight into something.
Other than that, I loved it!
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Antenora
Detriment Deleter
Fiendish Philologist
Put down that harpoon gun, in the name of these wonderful birds!
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Post by Antenora on May 7, 2005 13:53:18 GMT -5
It just might be me doing the killing....
Great story, Dupin. Somehow I didn't see the updates until now.
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Post by Charles Vane on May 7, 2005 16:16:57 GMT -5
I now think it's Cel. And I hope it's her, that would be neat. I like my part in the story, this was a good chapter Dupin.
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Post by PJ on May 7, 2005 18:47:25 GMT -5
Interesting. I think Pandora is more violent than her mother thought she was. Perhaps she hated her mother. She DID give _______ her sword back, whilst her mother was defenceless after all..... Perhaps she planned it out as soon as she saw _______. Interesting. But rather bloody.
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Post by champ103 on May 14, 2005 11:17:57 GMT -5
KILLING
DUPIN SAYS: Sorry is the French is competley wrong in this chapter, especially the word 'Baie'. I'm lousy at the language myself, and translation websites aren't always reliable. And sorry that it's a short chapter and it's taken me so long. I had a writers block, and it's not a great chapter.
FOUR
Countess “Mecilia” Ashley 24 667 Code Name: Countess Of Death Location: Family Home in Winnipeg DEAD
James Berry 19 667 Code Name: Dorian Stringfellow Location: FRANCE, SOLEIL JOUR CARNIVALE.
PEACH 29 667 Code Name: Peaches Of The Sea Location: Hidden in distant mountains
Sam Boddy 27 667 Code Name: Bsam Location: Unknown, but disguised by witness protection
LUNA AGE UNKNOWN 667 CODE NAME: MADAM LOCATION UNKNOWN
Four
Montmartre, Paris. The leaves from the trees were brushed along by the winds on the autumn morning as two young women made their way towards a small cottage-hidden behind a small wood. _____ pulled her hood tighter over her head as they pondered between lifeless tree trunks. The sky was dark and lonely, filled with clouds and letting loose a small shower of rain and a breeze of cold air. Finally, they reached their destination: the small distant cottage was right ahead of them, with a tacky wooden front door and boarded windows. Pandora knocked on the door with a pale fist, and they waited for someone to open it. The wind drowned out the sound of any footsteps from inside, and _____ was beginning to think that no one was in, but as they were about to turn back to the trees, a creak came from the house, and they saw that in the doorway was an old man with a grey beard, and a comb over scraped over his wrinkles head. ‘Bonjour?’ he said nervously. ‘Comment est-ce que je peux vous aider?’ ______ quickly scanned her brain. French was not her strongest language, but had learnt it pretty well several years ago. ‘J'avais recherché le Soleil Jour Carnaval-peux vous m'aider à le trouver?’ she said nervously, doubting she had got it right. She looked at the man nervously, expecting him to give her a confused look of bewilderment, but he simply nodded acceptingly, and pointed to his left. ‘Il n'est pas vers le bas est trop lointain. Vous saurez qu'il est là quand vous entendez la musique forte et irritante,’ he said with a smile. _____ nodded. ‘Merci tellement,’ she replied happily with a small wave. The man grinned, and slowly closed the door with a creak. ‘What did he say?’ Pandora asked, tightening her hood. ‘It’s not too far east,’ _____ explained. ‘We should hear the loud and irritating music or something.’ Pandora nodded, and they started walking in the direction the man pointed in. ‘Who’s here anyway?’ Pandora asked, raising a hand slightly. ‘I guess it’s one of my mum’s workmates or something.’ _____ nodded, as she stepped over a fallen tree with care. ‘His name is James Berry,’ _____ explained. ‘I don’t know much about him-I only know he’s here because your mother told me.’ ‘How did she know?’ Pandora asked. _____ shrugged, her eyebrows raised. ‘They worked together, of course she’d know where he is,’ _____ shrugged. ‘And there were rumours.’ Pandora stopped still, her eyebrows raised way above her dark and silent eyes. ‘Rumours?’ she asked. ‘Of what?’ _____ sighed. She hadn’t wanted to bring it up with Pandora. ‘Of some relationship between them,’ she said. ‘But your mother denied it. I don’t know anything else about it.’ Pandora nodded, and started walking at _____’s side again. ‘Maybe this James Berry will know,’ she muttered quietly. ‘Why’s he at this carnival. Undercover?’ ______ kept quiet for a while. ‘Perhaps,’ she said carefully. ‘Your mother told me that he was working here in some fighting competition. If she’s lying…’ ‘What are you going to do?’ Pandora cried. ‘Kill her a second time!’ ____ held a hand over Pandora’s mouth. ‘Quiet, okay?’ she asked. ‘If you’re going to keep bringing it up against me, you might as well just…potato off, okay?’ She took her pale hand away, and Pandora said nothing. She looked deeply scared and hurt inside. In the distant a chiming started to come through the strong wind. As the two young women took more paces towards east, a quick and speedy accordion tune started to join in, buzzing around the area at top speed, winding around them like the startling wind. They were close: James Berry was only so far away, and this gave ______ a determination that she couldn’t fight. ‘Come on Pandora,’ she cried, and starting pacing her feet faster, taking longer strides, and quicker movements, swinging her arms slightly as she followed the music. Pandora trailed along behind her, running as fast as her legs would take her, trying to keep up with ______. The wind blew wildly at the hood of her jumped, pulling it down and letting her hair squirm around everywhere like snakes. And suddenly, there were there: there were tents and caravans scattered around down a hill in front of them. The music was loud, people were moving along with balloons and candyfloss, laughing, having a great time. And at the large gates at the front was a huge sign with a clown painted on, and in neat and flowing writing, Soliel Jour Carnivale. Sunny Day Carnival. Just what _____ needed. ‘So we’re here?’ Pandora asked, stopping to tie her hair in a pony tail with a hair tie she had pulled out from her pocket. ‘Yup,’ _____ said happily, and took a step down the hill. ‘James Berry is going to get was he deserves.’ She started striding down slowly, Pandora following, by her side. A loyal companion to _____, who trusted her. She followed her mother’s ways in her strength, but not in her evilness, the injustice inside her that made her the magee she was. Pandora tapped on ____’s shoulder, and pointed to a small wrestling ring, surrounded by iron bars, i A sign above it read ‘RAGE IN THE CAGE’ in sloppy ink. That seemed right. ‘That’s probably where James is,’ Pandora said. _____ nodded. ‘I’ll bet so,’ she replied. ‘They probably wrestle in that building behind. That cage there is just to show what it’s for. There’s not enough space to fight there.’ ‘Oh,’ Pandora said quietly, as if she wasn’t sure what else to say, or wasn’t interested. Finally, they took a few steps towards the gates, and pushed their way through a creaky turnstile before passing a brightly coloured ticket booth, painted like a clown. Inside, a fat, old woman with a dreadful perm and bright red lips leaned over to the glass that was keeping her from _____ and Pandora. ‘One adult ticket, one kids ticket,’ she muttered. Pandora folded her arms angrily. ‘I’m not a kid!’ she cried. _____ sighed. ‘But it costs less if you are, okay?’ she snapped. ‘That is that.’ The fat woman passed them two tickets through the small cap beneath the glass. _____ politely took them, and they left the ticket book, before instantly heading towards the ‘Rage In The Cage’ building, where James Berry was at that very time. Unless Countess Mecilia had been lying: what if she had sent ____ on a wild goose chase just because she had known that her life would end no matter what. ______ didn’t dare get her hopes up. James might not be here; he might not have any idea about some fighting tournament. But as ____ pushed through the front doors of the building, she desperately hoped that he was. It had cost money to get here: they had travelled by train, before breaking into another car to get to Paris. This couldn’t all be for nothing: she was going to get in there and kill James. She would kill him when he was in his changing room, getting ready. She’d use her katana to slice down his whole body, and let him bleed to death, trapping his head in a locker. It was all planned out, as she shut the door behind her, as Pandora stumbled through. James Berry was going to die. She was so concentrated on her plan that _ walked into the desk at the front of the building, where a pale skinny lady was sitting. Her glasses were large and wide. ‘Oh, sorry,’ _____ said, backing off. ‘Pardon,’ she added, using her lousy knowledge of the French language. ‘You here for an appointment?’ the lady asked. She spoke with a strong French accent. Luckily the accent was one thing that ____ could understand. ‘Appointment?’ she asked, then shook her head. ‘I’m here to meet someone.’ ‘Whom?’ the lady asked. _____ closed her eyes for a second. This was her chance to find out if James was really here. ‘James Berry,’ she replied. ‘He’s taking part in the tournament.’ The lady nodded, but gave a laugh. ‘James Berry is with us here at ‘Rage In The Cage’, but I’m afraid that he’s under major security,’ she explained, and gave another chuckle. ‘I guess the only way that you can meet up with him is if you battle him in the cage, I guess.’ _____’s eyes widened. That was the only way to meet James Berry. The only chance she had to kill him was to defeat him in ‘Rage In The Cage’? It seemed risky; _____ supposed that sneaking into his room would be easier. But he was under major security, as the woman had described. She knew what she had to do. ‘Okay, I’ll sign up for the tournament, if it’s not too late,’ she said brightly. The woman nodded. ‘That’s fine,’ she replied, and picked up a few sheets of paper. ‘Just fill in these forms, and have them back to me by four this afternoon.’ _____ looked at a clock above the woman. It was two. That gave her two hours: plenty of time. And with that, _____ nodded, and gave a small wave, before walking down the hallway to where the matches took place, Pandora following behind her.
‘So, what do you think would be a good fighting name?’ ____ asked Pandora, chomping into an apple. ‘It says here that we need Combat Names.’ She grinned. Pandora snorted, and took a sip of coffee. The two young women were now sitting a small table in a large rowdy room, where people were shouting, brawling, screaming, gathered around a large cage with grated bars in the centre of the dark room. The colourful lights shone on the cage, which was empty then. Not that _____ cared at the time being: their table was at the far side of the room, and she stared carefully at the bright blue forms, holding a red pen tightly in her hand. ‘Maybe something corny, like Windwolf,’ Pandora suggested with a giggle. _____ smiled, but her entertainment was distracted by a loud thundering noise, as gates snapped open. She looked up, and saw two male figures striding in from opposite sides of the cage. She couldn’t see them very well from where she was sitting, especially with a crowd jumping up and down, screaming with delight or hatred towards one of the men. But somehow, _____ could feel the desperation through their faces, she could see the anger in their eyes. As they took their places on opposite sides of the cage, a man behind the cage, hidden in shadows pulled down a lever. _____ wondered what he was doing, but it was quickly explained as the cage started to be raised, a platform pushing it up from the ground. Now the two men were viewable even from when _____ was sitting. She left the forms for a second to watch what was happening. It was exciting: ______ smiled as adrenaline rushed through her body. A man rushed into the cage, wearing a striped black and white shirt. He had stubble covered around his mouth, and one eyebrow sweeping across his forehead, strangely above his eyes. ‘In the quarter finals, Tornado takes on Baie!,’ the man cried, before he rushed off, slamming the heavy gates behind him. _____ sat, interested and pulled in. It all seemed so dramatic. But behind her, Pandora’s eyes were wide, and she tapped at _____’s shoulder. Her companion turned around to face her. ‘What?’ she asked. ‘I’m trying to watch: they’re about to stop fighting.’ ‘Baie is short for Berry!’ Pandora cried, pointing to the man known as ‘Baie’ in the cage. ______’s eyes widened, and she looked closely at the man, who had his fists out. He was wearing a tight balaclava, but she recognized his eyes. It was him: James Berry, the man she wanted to kill. He had to get through this round, or she wouldn’t get to kill him: he might disappear off once he’d been kicked out, and she’d never find him. He had to get through, and so did she, so that they could meet in a rage in the cage, and she could become victorious. She could kill him. Suddenly, she scrolled something down on her forms. Pandora looked over, and saw the word ‘Avenger’ written in the ‘Combat Name’ box. She was ready to get her own back. And then a bell rang quickly, and both the young women looked up to see the two men charging towards each other. _____ couldn’t believe that she was supporting James, but she was, and that was that. It was nothing to ponder apon. Quickly, Tornado scooped down, and grabbed James by his feet, before swinging him along, whacking him into the side of the cage. James pushed himself up with his hands, and found the strength in one foot, to pull it through, and slam his ankle into Tornado’s face. As Tornado stumbled back in fury, James pulled all his body free, and shoved himself back onto his feet, preparing his fists, and charging towards his opponent, shoving one hand into his cheek, and shoving the other towards Tornado’s ribs. Tornado gave a cry of pain, but still managed to grab James by the neck, and twist him round into the air, slamming him on the ground, and resting one elbow into James’s spine. James struggled furiously, waving his legs around through the air, growling and sweating furiously. He was dressed in short baggy trousers, and a single white vest, which was stained with slight blood. He quickly used his legs, shoving them flat across the floor, to pick himself up, and land straight on his back, landing on top of Tornado. He gave a grin through his balaclava- ______ recognized it strongly. He had pulled the same smile when he had sabotaged her daughter’s funeral. Tornado furiously struggled to hop up again, but James shoved his face down to the floor, punching it again and again. A referee rushed to the corner, and placed his hand on the floor. Once….twice… But just at the hand had been raised again, Tornado kicked James back, standing up, and stampeding into him, headbutting him towards the cage, before pressing down on the top of his head, slamming him to the floor. James made no sound, but quickly grabbed at his rival’s legs. Tornado tripped over, and James pushed down again, bleeding from the mouth, bleeding from the nose. His vest was almost pure red from the blood, but he didn’t take any notice, as he pinned Tornado down with all his might. ______ stood up onto her table, getting as much of a good look as she could, as James gave another terrible grin, as Tornado lay helpless on the floor, squealing in pain as James pressed thick fingers into the top part of his spine, whilst resting his elbow onto Tornado’s temple. The referee rushed over again, and that time, his hands hit the floor three times. _____ jumped up and down on the small table, which shook beneath her as she clapped excitedly. ‘Yes!’ she cried, and coned her hands around her mouth. ‘Go James!’ James looked up, but he didn’t seem to see _____ luckily. The man with the striped shirt rushed back into the cage, as Tornado finally picked himself up. The man grabbed James’s wrist, and pulled it up. ‘The winner of this match, going to the next round of the men’s ‘Rage In The Cage Tournament’ is Baie!’ ____ clapped once more, but Pandora had listened carefully, and shook her head. ‘_____!’ she cried,’ didn’t you hear? This is a MEN’S ‘Rage In A Cage’ tournament! The women fight separately!’ _____ clambered down from the table, her teeth gritted. ‘What?’ she roared, and slammed a fist down on the table. ‘Why is getting to James so hard!’ The crowd around the cage dissolved as James and Tornado left, and _____ rushed up to the cage, desperately trying to reach James. But he was gone: there was no way to get to him. Unless she was a man: or pretended to be a man. Then she could enter the tournament, and meet James in a match. She grabbed a hair tie from her wrist, and quickly tied her hair into a bun, before thinking of a boy’s name. ‘Just call me Aaron,’ she said quietly with a smile. Pandora laughed. ‘Or the Avenger,’ she added, as _____ went back to fill in her forms for the men’s ‘Rage In The Cage’ tournament.
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Post by Charles Vane on May 14, 2005 11:26:44 GMT -5
Well if the male name she choose has anything to do with her real name, then it's definitley Cel. Good chapter, Dupin.
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Post by odh on May 14, 2005 12:10:08 GMT -5
OMFGSOCOOl. i rawk in wrestling.
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Post by Celinra on May 14, 2005 15:06:09 GMT -5
Well if the male name she choose has anything to do with her real name, then it's definitley Cel. Good chapter, Dupin. Indeed. Although I don't think my real name (Erin) is widely known (or at least, it wasn't until now), so I doubt that actually has anything to do with it. It would rock, though, if it did. I'm never the main character of anything.
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