Allanea
18-07-2005, 14:24
Port-Allanea, Corporate District
Come to me… come to me… come to me…
Bryan Bloodwing heard the Call. And he knew he had to come to it. Fast. Not to be late. Not like his progenitors’ ships, that ‘missed’ the time frame to save his family - and him - from being slaughtered. He had to run. And he started running up the staircase of the Allanean Arms, Inc. building - faster, faster, dodging out of the way of people walking down. Faster! You’ll be late! Faster!
He threw a quick glance in the direction where the elevator shaft lay. He knew it was a bad idea - as slow as those elevators were, actually running all the way to the roof was a better - and faster way to get where he wanted. And so he kept running up - fast like lighting, his golden, long hair flying like a halo, the blue streaks in his hair like flashes of lightning.
Bloodwing! Still not good enough! Didn’t you tell me nothing but perfection would do?
Another story. Another one. And another. And suddenly, he saw them. Four of them, dressed in similar jeans and shirts, with their weapons in their hands and not on their hips or slings. Moving to attack him.
What is going on there, Lord Bloodwing?
One of them lowered his weapon- a CAR-15 rifle of all things at him, at face level. To Bloodwing, this seemed slow. Very slow. He saw the enemy’s finger move to lie down on trigger - and he simply reached out and grabbed the barrel - with what seemed to his opponent as lightning speed - yanked it back - pushed it forward, with the magazine forward. There was a sickening crunch as the rifle crushed the assasin’s nose.
Two of them raised handguns to fire. He ducked, punching one of them in the groin, then grabbed the other one by his extended handgun hand and threw him overhead into the large glass plate window decorating every level of the staircase. The man screamed as he went through, the falling glass already colouring itself in his blood.
Only one man remained. He screamed abuse as he levelled a submachinegun at Bloodwing’s face. Bloodwing jumped, his Cloak of Flying suspending him in the air, kicking the man in the face, the man’s blood flying everywhere as he fell…
And all disappeared
He was standing in a simulation room. Empty.
In front of him stood Alexander Kazansky.
Very well, Bryan. You have learned all I could teach you here.. .safely.
He lifted his eyebrows.
What do you mean, Sir?
Kazansky walked towards Bloodwing, his voice mechanical and emotionless. I mean that there’s one thing true in that scenario I just ran you through. There’s actual assassins after you. Some people heard about my Project. Some are Javivalentira. Some have other goals. The point is, if they suceed - your revenge will not come to fruition. That is not my goal.
Bryan grit his teeth together.
So what do we do, Sir?[/I
Kazansky folded his hands on his chest and began speaking.
[I]Very simple. - he paused, looking into Bloodwing’s deep, blue, beautiful eyes.- I will send you abroad. You will train with experts from all over the world. You will be safe from your enemies. And you will perform your revenge. Remember, my apprentice: Always remember!
Bloodwing smiled grimly:
Never forgive!
And he walked out of the room.
Come to me… come to me… come to me…
Bryan Bloodwing heard the Call. And he knew he had to come to it. Fast. Not to be late. Not like his progenitors’ ships, that ‘missed’ the time frame to save his family - and him - from being slaughtered. He had to run. And he started running up the staircase of the Allanean Arms, Inc. building - faster, faster, dodging out of the way of people walking down. Faster! You’ll be late! Faster!
He threw a quick glance in the direction where the elevator shaft lay. He knew it was a bad idea - as slow as those elevators were, actually running all the way to the roof was a better - and faster way to get where he wanted. And so he kept running up - fast like lighting, his golden, long hair flying like a halo, the blue streaks in his hair like flashes of lightning.
Bloodwing! Still not good enough! Didn’t you tell me nothing but perfection would do?
Another story. Another one. And another. And suddenly, he saw them. Four of them, dressed in similar jeans and shirts, with their weapons in their hands and not on their hips or slings. Moving to attack him.
What is going on there, Lord Bloodwing?
One of them lowered his weapon- a CAR-15 rifle of all things at him, at face level. To Bloodwing, this seemed slow. Very slow. He saw the enemy’s finger move to lie down on trigger - and he simply reached out and grabbed the barrel - with what seemed to his opponent as lightning speed - yanked it back - pushed it forward, with the magazine forward. There was a sickening crunch as the rifle crushed the assasin’s nose.
Two of them raised handguns to fire. He ducked, punching one of them in the groin, then grabbed the other one by his extended handgun hand and threw him overhead into the large glass plate window decorating every level of the staircase. The man screamed as he went through, the falling glass already colouring itself in his blood.
Only one man remained. He screamed abuse as he levelled a submachinegun at Bloodwing’s face. Bloodwing jumped, his Cloak of Flying suspending him in the air, kicking the man in the face, the man’s blood flying everywhere as he fell…
And all disappeared
He was standing in a simulation room. Empty.
In front of him stood Alexander Kazansky.
Very well, Bryan. You have learned all I could teach you here.. .safely.
He lifted his eyebrows.
What do you mean, Sir?
Kazansky walked towards Bloodwing, his voice mechanical and emotionless. I mean that there’s one thing true in that scenario I just ran you through. There’s actual assassins after you. Some people heard about my Project. Some are Javivalentira. Some have other goals. The point is, if they suceed - your revenge will not come to fruition. That is not my goal.
Bryan grit his teeth together.
So what do we do, Sir?[/I
Kazansky folded his hands on his chest and began speaking.
[I]Very simple. - he paused, looking into Bloodwing’s deep, blue, beautiful eyes.- I will send you abroad. You will train with experts from all over the world. You will be safe from your enemies. And you will perform your revenge. Remember, my apprentice: Always remember!
Bloodwing smiled grimly:
Never forgive!
And he walked out of the room.