Post by Van on Mar 17, 2010 19:22:43 GMT -5
(This happens during the battle of The Tower of Salvation, on Earth, in North America.)
A coward, that's what he was, a coward forever. Always is and always shall. His right hand was numb with pain from the broken vial. It also felt strange, but Van didn't worry about it, his thoughts were elsewhere. Kain, A.B.A., Gramps, and everyone else. He had let them down. He had teleported away from the fight, just because he couldn't go into the tower.
He didn't care where the teleport potion took him, as long as it was where he could rot away in cowardice. He hadn't known that the tower had a twin on Earth, nor that they were connected. The teleportation potion had teleported him to Earth, right along the western part of America. He hadn't known that it had taken him into the past (because the teleportation was totally random, therefore it went so fast into the link that it broke the space\time continuum... or something like that).
He opened his eyes. The surrounding area was heavily forested, and the tree tops were covering the sky. He slowly sat up, trying to figure where he was. It had a peace like he had never known. Did I die? Did the potion not work properly, and I blew up? He stood up, still looking around in wonder and puzzlement.
A spear flew past him and embedded itself into a tree trunk. Van turned in the direction it came from, and noticed some people. They were dressed strangely and holding bows and spears. The looked more terrified than angry. He heard a yell of shock behind him, and turned back around. A woman in a deer-skin dress was cowering behind him. She was looking at his left hand, as were the other people.
One of the people with the weapons came foreword. "Ahem... Pa-pale Demon." He stuttered, "this is our prisoner." He had a strange accent that Van couldn't place. He didn't know that he could understand their language. "She is the daughter of the Chief of a warring tribe we have attacked." The warrior's spear was trembling as he spoke. We don't want any trouble with a Pale Demon, so just stand aside for us to take her."
Van looked back at her, then back to the warrior. "It doesn't look like she wants to go with you." He took a defense stance. Another warrior stepped up. "Enough of this, I will kill the Pale Demon and bring back his hand." The warrior raised his spear and threw it at Van.
Van staggered as it hit him full in his left shoulder. Van fell to his knees and lifted his right hand and grabbed the spear shaft. Van's head was full of rage. He yanked on the spear, and it came out with a tear of his skin. He stood up. His stare was that of pure anger. He raised the spear and flung it at the warrior that had thrown it. The spear, along with Van's strength, hit the warrior dead center in the chest, raised him in the air about seven feet, and finally pinned him to a tree ten feet away.
The other warriors stood paralyzed to their spots. One finally raised his bow and fired it, the bow hit Van in the chest, but it only went through the man's thick hide that had went with his hands. Van rushed at the others, not caring about the arrows or spears that entered his body. He hadn't felt this raged since he had ripped his father up to shreds, and that's the fate that befell the warriors.
When the last of them were killed, Van slumped to his knees, tears forming around his eyes. Why did he have to kill them? He felt someone touch his shoulder, and he looked up. The woman was kneeling in front of him. "A demon does not cry," she said to him, "Nor does he save someone." She took his right hand, and he noticed that it had five fingers on it. They were still scaly, but not so much anymore.
The woman had taken him to her tribe, where he was healed. The Chief had thanked him many times, and asked Van to stay in the tribe with them. He stayed in the tribe for a few years, where he married the daughter of the Chief, and became the Chief himself.
One thing about his father's attempts to create a super human was to give immortality, and Van was given that curse. He watched as his love became old. He quit the tribe, handing it to his sons, and wandered the world he now knew as Earth. He currently lives in the Antarctic, the blistering winds nothing on his skin.
Well? I thought it was pretty good. If he is needed in the future, just PM Zee or Tempest (I am both) and something might work out. Also, tell me how you like this.
A coward, that's what he was, a coward forever. Always is and always shall. His right hand was numb with pain from the broken vial. It also felt strange, but Van didn't worry about it, his thoughts were elsewhere. Kain, A.B.A., Gramps, and everyone else. He had let them down. He had teleported away from the fight, just because he couldn't go into the tower.
He didn't care where the teleport potion took him, as long as it was where he could rot away in cowardice. He hadn't known that the tower had a twin on Earth, nor that they were connected. The teleportation potion had teleported him to Earth, right along the western part of America. He hadn't known that it had taken him into the past (because the teleportation was totally random, therefore it went so fast into the link that it broke the space\time continuum... or something like that).
He opened his eyes. The surrounding area was heavily forested, and the tree tops were covering the sky. He slowly sat up, trying to figure where he was. It had a peace like he had never known. Did I die? Did the potion not work properly, and I blew up? He stood up, still looking around in wonder and puzzlement.
A spear flew past him and embedded itself into a tree trunk. Van turned in the direction it came from, and noticed some people. They were dressed strangely and holding bows and spears. The looked more terrified than angry. He heard a yell of shock behind him, and turned back around. A woman in a deer-skin dress was cowering behind him. She was looking at his left hand, as were the other people.
One of the people with the weapons came foreword. "Ahem... Pa-pale Demon." He stuttered, "this is our prisoner." He had a strange accent that Van couldn't place. He didn't know that he could understand their language. "She is the daughter of the Chief of a warring tribe we have attacked." The warrior's spear was trembling as he spoke. We don't want any trouble with a Pale Demon, so just stand aside for us to take her."
Van looked back at her, then back to the warrior. "It doesn't look like she wants to go with you." He took a defense stance. Another warrior stepped up. "Enough of this, I will kill the Pale Demon and bring back his hand." The warrior raised his spear and threw it at Van.
Van staggered as it hit him full in his left shoulder. Van fell to his knees and lifted his right hand and grabbed the spear shaft. Van's head was full of rage. He yanked on the spear, and it came out with a tear of his skin. He stood up. His stare was that of pure anger. He raised the spear and flung it at the warrior that had thrown it. The spear, along with Van's strength, hit the warrior dead center in the chest, raised him in the air about seven feet, and finally pinned him to a tree ten feet away.
The other warriors stood paralyzed to their spots. One finally raised his bow and fired it, the bow hit Van in the chest, but it only went through the man's thick hide that had went with his hands. Van rushed at the others, not caring about the arrows or spears that entered his body. He hadn't felt this raged since he had ripped his father up to shreds, and that's the fate that befell the warriors.
When the last of them were killed, Van slumped to his knees, tears forming around his eyes. Why did he have to kill them? He felt someone touch his shoulder, and he looked up. The woman was kneeling in front of him. "A demon does not cry," she said to him, "Nor does he save someone." She took his right hand, and he noticed that it had five fingers on it. They were still scaly, but not so much anymore.
The woman had taken him to her tribe, where he was healed. The Chief had thanked him many times, and asked Van to stay in the tribe with them. He stayed in the tribe for a few years, where he married the daughter of the Chief, and became the Chief himself.
One thing about his father's attempts to create a super human was to give immortality, and Van was given that curse. He watched as his love became old. He quit the tribe, handing it to his sons, and wandered the world he now knew as Earth. He currently lives in the Antarctic, the blistering winds nothing on his skin.
Well? I thought it was pretty good. If he is needed in the future, just PM Zee or Tempest (I am both) and something might work out. Also, tell me how you like this.
. Ohhhh what an awkward experience that would be... 