Re-SSFW IV - Round 4 "The Forgotten" [Archive]

Zai

08-25-2009, 11:33 AM

The flash was all Itachi could see. He had to raise his right wrist up to his eyes to block the brightness of the flash. “Arghh,” Itachi said, as he remembered something while he was being transported to whatever dimension the next round would be.

“That’s my boy, the pride of the Uchiha Clan”

Those were the words Itachi’s father had said, a long time ago. Itachi saw right in front of him was his father, saying that very thing to him. “Father, I miss you…” Itachi said as he reached his hand toward his father.

Thud.

Itachi heard that noise as his body landed on the ground. “Huh?” Itachi said as he sat up and rubbed his head with his right hand. “That’s strange…I’ve never fallen after entering a portal, not in any round,” Itachi muttered, still rubbing his head as he looked around. He didn’t see much ground around him, just a dark sky with some white clouds.

Wait, a sky?

Itachi quickly stood up and stopped rubbing his head, as he ran over to the edge of the ground. He stopped right before he fell, almost losing his balance, as he looked down at the ground far below. It was a strange world filled with many structures. It seemed to be a rusted-up and withered out world, as if some kind of terrible storm hit this place and destroyed it. Nearby he saw a castle, and down below some strange-looking platforms as well. He could even see a grassy ground with some rocks far below, and some metallic spikes emerging from the ground. This place looks like a mix of different worlds, Itachi thought to himself as he looked around.

“Well I am going to get out of this place, if my name isn’t…wait…what exactly is my name?” Itachi questioned. He didn’t know who he was, where he came from, he didn’t even know what his own world was like.

Hisss, hissss

Itachi heard a hissing noise coming from being him. “What is it now?” Itachi said with a sigh as he turned around. He was now face-to-face…with a giant snake. Itachi jumped back as he remembered that right behind him was a fall that would kill him. Itachi quickly put his right hand on the floor and then jumped up, pushing his body up with his hand and flipping forward through the air. He landed right on top of the giant snake’s head, as suddenly it began shaking its head, trying to get Itachi off. “Dammit!” Itachi yelled as he grabbed on to the side of the snake’s head with his right hand, and channeled chakra through it to make sure he had a good grip.

No matter how much the snake tried, Itachi would not be shaken off. Itachi quickly pushed himself up with his right hand and stopped channeling chakra through it as he pulled out his kunai. He landed right on the edge of the top of the snake’s head, as he thrust the kunai at one of the snake’s eyes, stabbing through them.

As he removed the kunai he suddenly had a flashback.

*Flashback*

Itachi was walking up the stairs with Orochimaru following him from behind, when suddenly Itachi heard a hissing noise come from behind him. He turned around and saw Orochimaru’s neck grow as his head went right at Itachi. Suddenly Orochimaru’s head stopped moving when it was right in front of Itachi’s face, and the neck pulled back. In reality Itachi had used a genjutsu to make illusionary yokes stab Orochimaru so he could not move. “Nice try, Orochimaru,” Itachi said.
*End of Flashback*

“Who is Orochimaru…and why are we wearing identical outfits?” Itachi questioned. “At least I’m finding out more about myself,” Itachi muttered as he suddenly remembered the task at hand. The snake was shaking its head in pain and hissing at Itachi in anger. “Shut up,” Itachi said as he thrust the kunai down at the top of the snake’s head, and the kunai penetrated and stabbed into the brain. The snake’s head fell down onto the roof, and was dead. Itachi wiped off the blood on the kunai on the snake’s head and put it back into his case as he looked around. He saw the snake had tied its entire body around the building, and with a hard enough grip could’ve split the building into pieces. “Interesting,” Itachi said as he began sliding down the snake’s body, and he jumped off of the tail, landing with ease on the ground.

After a while of walking Itachi decided to sit down, as he began looking around at the area around him. It sure was a big place, and it would be quite hard to get out of.

“Itachi, you’re back! We’ve been missing you!”

Itachi heard the womanly voice say. He turned around and saw a woman and a man.

“It’s been a while, son! People have been missing good old Itachi Uchiha!” the man exclaimed, as Itachi looked down at his feet and began thinking.

Son? But that would mean they were my parents. Wait, did they just call me Itachi Uchiha? They bear resemblance to what I look like, which means they have to be my parents, and if they’re calling me Itachi Uchiha, that would be my name

Itachi finished thinking and looked up at his parents. “Mother, father!” Itachi said as he ran over to his parents.

“Idiot”

Itachi heard those words as he was suddenly unable to move. He saw something grayish was tied around his body and he saw right next to his head was another head. The grayish thing that seemed to be tied around his body appeared to be a neck, as Itachi looked up and saw a body several feet away, with a purple belt and yellow and black clothing. The head had black hair and yellow eyes with black pupils, much like a snake’s. In fact, this person seemed to be a snake.

“It seems I’ve fooled you, Itachi, and you call yourself the pride of the Uchiha clan, ha,” the head said. This person reminded Itachi of someone, as he began thinking.

Of course! From that flashback! It’s Orochimaru!

Hmm wait, Uchiha clan? My last name is Itachi Uchiha, that most mean I'm part of some clan! Perhaps it has something to do with my Sharingan eyes.

Itachi finished thinking immediately as he knew who it was. He noticed Orochimaru wasn’t wearing that same cloak he was in his flashback, as Orochimaru opened his mouth, and a blade of a sword began extending out of it.

Yellow Flash

08-25-2009, 12:33 PM

Peter felt the white gem pulling him through the portal to safety. It seemed that he had survived the storm and darkness that were piling around him, and now he was zooming through time and space to another location chosen by the strange gods who now commanded Peter’s fate. He closed his eyes as he felt his body, spin through galaxies and stars as he transported to his new location. However this time it was different, Peter felt like he was entering a deep sleep and starting to forget things, about his family his friends. Its….of….no…concern….no….concern….no…concern… He constantly whispered to himself as more and more of his being disappeared into the world around him, until all he was had disappeared and he had fallen into a deep sleep, as the worlds continued to zoom around him. It might have been a minute or it might have been a week when Peter was spat out like a disgusting morsel from the portal into a certain reality. He floated down gently onto the ground, where it was certain he would wake up in a “world” that looked exactly like New York City, although it fluxed and changed as it mixed with the other worlds of other contestants.

It seemed like a while until our hero woke up, yawing and stretching like a man without a care in the world that was until he realized he couldn’t remember anything about his previous life. “What the hell?” He exclaimed as he grasped his head in his hands moaning from the pain, a usually side-effect from people who recently suffer from amnesia. It seemed that he was in a city of some-kind, strange that he couldn’t even remember this city. However there were some aspects that he could remember although not about his previous life; fighting in a place sort of like hell with a young green haired boy who he knew as a friend, finding his way out of a maze of forest and mystery, and finally fighting in a strange city against mystical creatures and then jumping into a storm which seemed to have spat him out in this strange reality. What a strange day?…week?...year?... The young man wondered as he examined himself, relearning the curve of his own face, the strength of his muscles and the way he looked as he started down at his reflection in a puddle before him.

“What do I do?” He wondered out-loud, the absence of his memories and the loss of his sense of self leaving him empty and lonely inside. He strolled through the city trying to remember anything of his life, it seemed that he should know this place and what it meant to him, yet he could not remember anything. As he wandered he looked at the houses next to him, it seemed that he was in a very rich part of the city, where the more wealthy inhibitors were bound to live. He strolled past a tall office block, one of many in a city filled with skyscrapers and other such buildings. It was then he stopped and stared at the building in front of him. “Pinehurst Paper Company” the sign on front the door said; and Peter started with his all his might, knowing that this wasn’t just sheer coincidence, that this Company meant something to him, although he just couldn’t remember at all. What is this place…who am.. He racked his brains trying to remember anything at all.

“Lovely day, isn’t it Peter?” A voice spoke to him from behind, causing the young man to whirl around in shock and stare, at a strangely handsome young man, with bright blond hair and a grin that was strangely devilish. “Don’t you remember me?” The man spoke, grinning that same grin that vaguely stirred memories deep within Peter’s mind. “Did the Haitian mess with you again?” He asked trying to probe for answers. “Who the hell are you?” Peter asked, going over his name that the man had said, that seemed to be his. The blond man just smiled again and spoke. “You forget? I’m Adam…remember?” And that was all it took, a single name that sparked a memory deep within our hero’s mind, and thoughts came flooding back.

*Flashback* He had been captured with Adam and they had broken out with his powers…they ran….he was captured….he then met up with Adam later on….they fought together…they were searching for something….and then: He was deep within Pinehurst company with Adam, searching for the strain that he said would change the world forever. He was walking down a corridor killing guards that stood in his way with just a wave of his hand, he was about to walk through the door that he had opened for Adam….*End Flashback* The memory suddenly stopped, it seemed that there were more people involved that Peter couldn’t remember, although one thought now penetrated his brain. “Your evil!” He exclaimed coming back from his epiphany and clutching his now aching head, as the new memory had triggered another headache. “Ah, You do remember…so shall we fight?” Adam laughed, as he watched Peter writhe with his head in his hands in front of him. “Although you have a slight advantage…” He laughed again, although it was soon cut off, as Peter launched out a hand in anger, sending Adam smashing back into a wall with his telepathy.

“Woah!” Peter exclaimed looked at his hand, apparently he had powers which he could use, another one of the aspects that he had seemingly forgotten. Well that was easy… He thought to himself as he started to walk away, thinking that his blond enemy was dead. “I guess you forgot about the way I heal!” Adam exclaimed as he pulled himself out of the wall and cracked his newly healed back, he then started to walk off, as Peter watched him in sheer shock. “There would be no point fighting you….you would win eventually…and so good day…” Adam bowed while saying this and then jauntily walked off, whistling a happy tune as he went, leaving a very perplexed Peter behind him. People who won’t die….what kind of world do I live in?... Peter asked himself as he turned the other way and slowly dragged himself down the street, trying to remember himself as he walked. Although nothing came to his mind, except the image of Adam healing himself, Perhaps if I find someone else….perhaps… He wondered in his mind as he walked.

Xuan

08-25-2009, 01:52 PM

Manageable reality, or fabricated dreams. Men of courage and foolishness constantly waged endless wars regardless of the blood and tears between to achieve the one status that is god. Believe it or not that wonderful exhilaration of achieving is sweeter than any forbidden fruit or revenge.

Oh, but those who were trapped between had one critical question, an insatiable ponder that gnawed horribly bright at their hearts, like smoking pointy horned devils that grinned only with flesh within their hideous mouth. It could be ignored though, with hardened hearts of steel that rejects. It could be mystified and rendered confused, layers and layers of unseen mists sewn with lies and deceit. But the question, the one that robbed so many of their hearts, biting on relentlessly until the empty shell that cannot be saved remained:

Is this what I wanted?

His eyelids broke apart at the touch of gentle, soothing light, a blessing and reassuring occurrence that is hard to come by these few days. Surely it must have been days? Words not yet formed in his groggy mind, but the miraculous impulses that joined a being as whole already knew. A stroke of brilliance, a bulb in the head; they are all the same.

One might say it felt like a gunshot behind the head.

The long, perfect fingers with boy's skin flexed with energy, like a sea squid the war toughened muscles opened and closed, pulled and pushed. The sensation of rejuvenation is pure bliss as what can be only described as awakening shot through his sleepy limbs part by part. A sheen coat of tingly energy that crept from the outer most of his skin. Like a drill the life giving blood flowed strongly and stabbed (In a good way) strength into his body, the crackle of bones more frequently heard as he finally climbed to his butt, eyes yet unfocused. Rest assured that his hair brightened and glowed as they faced the glorious yellow ball like sunflowers. His friends might even swear that his hair are real plants for they are shining silks of green. Awake and fresh, he stood up and patted his backside for dust and pulled that wrinkled white uniform which seemed to have detached itself from any unwelcomed stains.

The solemn boy eyes tightened as his handsome face turned grim. No matter how clean his clothes were - although that wasn't the point - he would not - cannot forget the stains of crimson that clung to them just one battle ago.

Yes, with time impossible and unreliable to count, he had came to rely on the number of fights he's been through to keep the clock. And why did it matter again? A rueful smile sprang and subsided quickly, for he knew such distractions will be the only distraction he can try to obtain, a sense that all was still normal, that everything was back the way before.

...? The right hand unconsciously touched the sharp chin as he tried harder to think. Something was wrong. Words now came soft and unnoticed, a great foreboding of dark and despair loomed just beyond that monologue of his, "What... I remember, that world where clouds are land and skies are still skies... Harpies, weird animals with faces of that a human, a dragon... a fight and... the end of... But... Why was I so sad?"

For some reason, he cannot think. Something didn't make sense. He can only stand there and think, a great black cloud thundering over his head.

Why do I not remember... when I used to be?

Zai

08-26-2009, 02:04 AM

The blade extended all the way to the front of the Itachi’s neck, and the sharp edge of the blade was right in front of his neck. “My Kusanagi sword cannot be blocked," Orochimaru said with a grin. “Should I kill you now, or later?” Orochimaru asked, keeping a tight grip on Itachi with his neck. Itachi moved his head so that he and Orochimaru were face-to-face, and so they established eye-contact. “Wait, what?! No!” Orochimaru yelled as he tried to turn his head around. But it was too late.

The three tomoe in Itachi’s Sharingan eyes began spinning around in a circle, as suddenly Orochimaru began untying his neck from Itachi’s body, making his neck and head go back to his body. Orochimaru was hypnotized, as he saw Itachi’s eyes, his Sharingan eyes. Suddenly he began seeing three pairs of his eyes, the three pairs of his eyes moving around in the circle while the three tomoe in each pair of eyes moved around in a circle as well.

Orochimaru suddenly began pulling out his blade from his mouth, as the three tomoe in Itachi’s eyes began spinning around faster. Orochimaru pulled the sword out of a snake’s mouth that was inside his mouth, as the snake went back down his throat. Orochimaru held the blade of the sword to his neck, and was about to kill himself. Orochimaru raised the blade, as Itachi focused his Sharingan to make sure his hypnosis would work, and suddenly Orochimaru slashed his sword at his neck.

Suddenly Orochimaru’s body began turning to mud, as it fell apart and fell to the ground. “What is this?” Itachi said, looking at the pile of mud that was on the ground now. In the pile of mud was the Kusanagi sword. Itachi began walking toward it, as suddenly Orochimaru appeared in the air above it and picked up the Kusanagi sword. Orochimaru landed on the ground to the left of the mud, as he began putting the sword down his throat, the snake in his throat opening its mouth and the sword going into the snake’s mouth. “Die!” Orochimaru yelled as suddenly he began fading away, as if he was being eaten away at by an invisible fire, in reality Orochimaru was using his Body Flame Technique.

Tap, tap, tap, tap.

Itachi heard footsteps behind him as he quickly turned around and saw the blade extend out of Orochimaru’s mouth, going right for Itachi’s head. However it was going in slow motion to Itachi’s Sharingan eyes and he could track it easily as he ducked down. “Die!” Orochimaru yelled again as he turned his head to the right and sliced the sharp edge of the blade down at Itachi. Itachi rolled his body out of the way, the blade hitting the ground and making a small crash as Orochimaru tried to get the blade out. Itachi stood up and began running at Orochimaru, as Orochimaru suddenly got the blade out of the ground and swung it at Itachi. Itachi jumped into the air and flipped through the air, dodging the blade as he landed right on top of Orochimaru’s head.

“You fool!” Orochimaru yelled as his neck began going up an extending, going up all the way toward the sky. “Goodbye demon!” Itachi yelled, as he felt a bit scared being at such a height, but he was determined. He quickly pulled out his kunai and back flipped off of Orochimaru’s head, falling down to the ground far below. Itachi slashed his kunai at Orochimaru’s neck with great force, as he cut it right off, and put his kunai away as he put his right hand on Orochimaru’s neck, sliding down while the rest of the neck that had the head on top fell off, and when it fell to the ground the head was crushed, and there was blood and cracked bones all around the head. Itachi let go of Orochimaru’s neck when he was close enough to the ground and he jumped off, landing on the ground, as Orochimaru’s body fell forward.

Suddenly something clicked in Itachi’s head. He began remembering more about Orochimaru. His younger brother, Sasuke, had gone to Orochimaru for power. Orochimaru was once a member of an elite group of criminal ninjas that Itachi was in; the Akatsuki. The black cloak with red clouds on it that Itachi wore was the uniform of the Akatsuki. Orochimaru was once a member of the Akatsuki, but tried to steal Itachi’s body. It was all coming back to him now.

Wait, I have a brother?

Itachi began thinking over what he found out. He had a younger brother named Sasuke Uchiha. But wait, why would his younger brother go to an evil person as Orochimaru for power, Itachi wondered. And why am I in some criminal organization, Itachi pondered this, as he just shrugged. Oh well, I suppose that will be found out soon enough, Itachi thought to himself as he continued running, and he decided to let his Sharingan rest for now, as his Sharingan disappeared from his eyes, and his eyes were back to normal, his normal black pupils returning in place of the Sharingan eyes.

IndieJocky

08-27-2009, 02:25 AM

Face down on the floor the teenager felt an oppression that felt oddly familiar. He began to slowly get up from the floor and looked up at his surroundings. In-front of him large pieces of stones stood scattered on the floor. Among them the young man could see distinct pieces. One was of a paw broken up to the calf. With another he could see a long tail that almost seemed real. As he got up slowly from the floor the young man's eyes met with another distinct piece of stone. This one was of what looked like a dog's head. It all seemed so familiar. Then it hit him.

A sharp pain hit the young man on the inside of his head sending electrical impulses of danger coursing through his body. He held his head for support and screamed out in agony as a flash of memory rocketed through his mind. He could see a young girl floating in mid-air. Her mouth was twisted in a expression of pain and suffering as she reached for her neck trying to unhook the invisible noose that held her up. He could see small tears falling down her cheeks and onto the floor. As he looked up at the girls eyes he could see nothing. From her nose up it was completely dark and unrecognizable. The girl twisted her mouth once more and in a soft and pained voice a name came out.

"Neku..."

The pain subsided and the young man gasped for air as the last of the memory left him. The name rocked through his mind as it continued to echo mercilessly. The young man thought long and hard and came to the conclusion that it was his name.

"My name is Neku..."

He must have repeated it hundreds of times but he couldn't remember anything else. He remembered everything else about this competition, it's cause, how he got here. But before that he couldn't recall anything. Neku dropped to his hands and knees and cried out.

"Why can't I remember anything!?"

He hoped that an answer would follow but he knew nothing would. He continued to wonder and tried to come up with any other memories before this sick game. But nothing came up. It was all a blank. After a while he stopped being sorry for himself. He got up slowly and looked around. It was full of strange foreign objects and some that seemed oddly familiar to him.

"I guess I need to start to remember some things."

Neku began walking towards a large and familiar ruin. On the way he continued to repeat to himself over and over;
"It's all just a game."

VenFan

08-27-2009, 03:30 AM

The once-menacing fissure held the woman firmly in its consoling hold. A feeling of security and safety overwhelmed her as she became engulfed in the warmth of its heartening embrace. The breathtaking sensation that immersed her was so unfamiliar, it almost felt orgasmic. The hidden tension that rested beneath her slowly faded. Her jumbled thoughts collectively drifted apart from one another. She felt unlike herself, as if she had been separated from herself, yet, strangely, liberated.

Suddenly, the soothing warmth began to weaken. With her body cleansed of all restraints, the purifying fissure began to fade away into the unknown. Abandoning her into the harsh reality, it fled. Its objective had been met.

The viera felt abnormally unfamiliar, as if her body had been freed from its shackles. Her muscles felt undone. Her mind felt buoyant and unbound. Her thoughts were neatly aligned in rows to avoid mental clutter. The ferocity in her brilliant crimson eyes was nonexistent. They were bewildered - inquisitive, even.

She studied her surroundings in interest. The lush, jade sward beneath her seemed misplaced within the neglected, derelict terrain ensconcing it. With inquisitiveness overcoming her, the maiden pushed her right leg forward, and the rest of her body followed.

As her left foot halted beside its opposite, her body mimicked. In an instant, a blinding flash filled her head. Her mind felt vacant with a hollowed echo of curiosity throughout. With its departure, she realized the absence of something vital to her existence. In a devastated gasp, her hands clenched together in a sorrowful fist.

The name “Fran” was the only memory that remained in her cerebrum.

Zai

08-27-2009, 03:54 AM

"Hopefully by going down this path I will be able to find out more," Itachi whispered as he headed for the center of town, walking to converse his strength and energy. Suddenly something began forming in front of him. "Huh, what is this," Itachi said, as he backed away. A person had formed in front of him, a man in that same black cloak with red clouds on it. The man looked like some sort of fish, or more specifically with his sharp teeth, he looked like a shark. He was carrying a sword with bandages on where the blade should be, and it was quite a big sword. "Who are you?" Itachi asked, reaching for his kunai. "Relax Itachi, geez, you sure seem different," the man said with a smile.

"How do you know my name?" Itachi asked. "We're partners in the Akatsuki, and besides, your quite the infamous person after killing the Uchiha Clan all by yourself," the man said with a grin. "Yeah, those were the days..." the man said. "I'll ask again, who are you?" Itachi asked. "Someone must've used some kind of jutsu on you, Itachi. Oh well, I'm sure it'll wear off soon enough, anyway, to the point, I'm Kisame Hoshagaki, your partner in the organization Akatsuki," Kisame said.

"Why am I in such a criminal organization?" Itachi asked. "You have your reasons, I'm sure," Kisame said with a grin as he began fading away. "Never forget who you are," Kisame said, and with that, he disappeared. Suddenly Itachi had a flashback.

"You've been a spy in the Uchiha Clan for quite some time now. You've spoken out against them, you've been a spy in them, and now it's time, that you eliminate them," the Konoha village elder said. Itachi had a semi-shocked expression on his face while he was kneeling on the ground, and then he nodded and stood up. "I will do it," Itachi said, as the emotion disappeared from his face. "Glad to hear it, remember to kill them all and leave no survivors," the elder said, as Itachi nodded, and he exited the room full of elders. "Oh boy..." the Third Hokage, who was in the back of the room, muttered as he looked at Itachi walked out of the room.

The flashback ended as Itachi was back to where he was before. "I'm getting back some of my memory, that's good," Itachi said as he suddenly realized something.

"Why would I be a spy among my own people..." Itachi said, dropping to his knees and hands on the ground. "Why am I so twisted..." Itachi said. He had a both sad and angry expression on his face, sad because of him being so evil, angry because of him not knowing or remembering the truth. "I...I must find out more!" Itachi said with determination as he stood up and began running toward the center of town.

Yellow Flash

08-27-2009, 11:52 AM

Peter stretched his acing muscles as he strolled through the city that he didn’t know the name off. He looked left and right, gapping at the massive buildings that seemed to be on every corner. He knew he was looking for something or someone, but he didn’t know what. All he knew was that there were people in this city or in this world that he had found himself in, that would restore his wandering memory. Adam had been the first part, and he knew that there would be more. How did I lose my memory anyway?... Peter wondered to himself as he turned a corner and walked down a different street; letting his feet take him places as he tried to remember who he was, as he trawled through the emptiness of his mind. The young hero suddenly stopped however, as his name was called by a person that was standing behind him. “What do you want?” Peter mumbled out as he turned around on his right foot so he could see who had called his name. There were in fact two people standing on the road behind him. The first one was quite tall, was white, a bit fat but he had a kindhearted face. The second one was smallish, Chinese, and carried an old looking Katanga sword on his back. They were smiling broadly, like they had met an old friend that they hadn’t seen for a while.

They walked steadily towards Peter, keeping the smiles on their faces as they came closer towards the young man. Meanwhile, Peter was thinking as fast as he could, racking his brain about who these people were. Have I met them before?... He wondered as he searched his brain back and forth for an answer, which he was not finding at all. His time was up though as the slightly fat man, grabbed Peter and pulled him into a hug. “How are you Peter?” He asked, obviously happy to see his old friend again; however Peter kept the blank look on his face and did not hug the man back, as his memory concerning this man had not yet come back. The man pulled back with a strange look on his face, “Don’t you recognize me?” He asked obviously worried. “It’s me…Matt Parkman…and this is Hiro” The man said pointing at the Chinese man behind him who also looked worried As soon as he said those two words that made up his name and his partners name, memories came rushing back.

*Flashback* Peter remembered meeting Matt for the first time when he was being interrogated and how they heard each-others thoughts….He then remembered talking to Matt in Kirby Plaza with two other people which he couldn’t remember yet…..Matt was injured somehow…and the Hiro suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and seemed to stab someone with his sword, although Peter couldn’t remember who….*Time jump in Flashback* The next thing Peter remembered was fighting Hiro in Pinehurst company and using teleportation, as well as electric abilities, as he was with Adam, although he had been tricked at the time….he then remembered Matt telling him that Adam was actually evil and trying to ruin humanity by unleashing the strain of the virus. He, Hiro and Matt then managed to stop Adam from unleashing the virus and Hiro warped Adam away to somewhere...*Another time shift* More and more memories flashed past of the two men in front of him, but many more people were involved who he couldn’t remember, so the memories just shut down….*End Flashback*

“Owww…” Peter moaned holding his head in his hands, as the memories flooded back into his brain, giving more and more back of his personality. “Are you ok?” Hiro asked worriedly, bending down to see if his friend was ok. “I’m ok Hiro…my head just hurts..” “Yatta! He remembers!” Hiro shouted triumphantly, happy that his friend now remembered him and Matt. Matt then clapped Peter on the back and grabbed Hiro, “Well I have to get back to my boy, good seeing you Pete…Let’s go Hiro!” Matt exclaimed, as Hiro used his powers to teleport himself and Matt away. “NO WAIT!” Peter called out, making a grab at the air where his friends at just been. What happened…if that was real they would have stayed longer….is this a dream?... Peter wondered to himself as he rubbed his head. Well from my memories….I should be able to teleport… “I must find more!” Peter yelled out as he concentrated on nothing in particularly, screwed up his eyes and disappeared into thin air, as he used his teleport power to disappear.

Zai

08-27-2009, 12:38 PM

Itachi continued running, going to where he sensed an enormous amount of power, which was also where the center of town was.

Left, right, up, down, left, right, right, right, left, up, down, down, up, left, right.

He continued running, going around towers and castle and other obstacles in his path, as well as jumping and ducking down. Suddenly Itachi tripped on a rock and fell to the ground. As his head hit the ground, everything disappeared around Itachi, and he saw he was in a new place. He was on a tree branch, as he raised his hands and looked down at them. He saw they seemed misty, and semi-transparent as he tightened his hands into fists. He then stopped tightening his fists as he put them down, and looked up at the sky.

It was a bright day, with the sun high in the sky and not too many clouds. Surely a beautiful day and a good one for rest. Itachi sat down as he yawned, as he noticed something from the corner of his eye. He looked over, and saw a young boy standing on the ground not too far from where Itachi was sitting on the branch.

The young boy standing there was holding kunai. He had two lines parallel to each other on each side of his nose. He had his eyes closed and he seemed to be very deep in thought. Suddenly he jumped into the air and flipped his body so he was upside-down in mid-air. The wind blew through his hair as he suddenly opened his eyes. Itachi noticed there were several targets around the area, including one in a blind-spot behind the rock. Poor kid, he'll never be able to accomplish that, although I give him credits for trying, Itachi thought to himself as he saw the boy began throwing the kunai.
One hit a target, another one hit a target, another one, another one, but there were still more. Suddenly the boy pulled out more kunai and he threw the kunai so they collided with each other, sending them flying in different directions. The kunai all landed on the rest of the targets, including the one on the blind-spot behind the rock, and not a single kunai was wasted. "This kid has potential," Itachi said.

Tap, tap, tap.

Itachi heard footsteps nearby, as he looked over. He saw a young boy, younger than the one who was training look at the boy training. He then looked back at the boy who was training as he landed on the ground easily, like a pro. He noticed that the boy training and the boy watching the one training had a resemblence, almost as if they were brothers. Suddenly Itachi remembered something. "That little boy...is my younger brother! And that person training...IS ME!" Itachi yelled in triumph as suddenly everything began disappearing again. The last thing Itachi noticed before everything faded away was the young boy that Itachi once was opening his eyes, revealing his black pupils.

Itachi woke up from the flashback he had, rubbing his head. "Ughh..." Itachi said, as he continued running. "I need to figure out everything!" Itachi said as he continued running around all of the obstacles. He sensed something nearby, something powerful, right in the center of town. "I will get my memory back and I will find out everything," Itachi muttered as he continued running.

Xuan

08-27-2009, 12:41 PM

It is a new scenery, a new world; an unearthly damnation of chaos that has all separate fragments of world clashed together in a random, unorthodox, orderless and border-less mess that could only be described as garbage.

Yet Ueki Kosuke (Yes, that is my name, I remember yet, he whispered) cannot help but wondered innocently how beautiful it is the world; no matter how shattered, how ripped, and yet they the colored shards of unique reality came perfectly together as one and complete. Perhaps, a long long time ago, this is the true world. Perhaps, once upon a fairy's time, there is but one, complete world where everything was bonded, inseparable, whole. Perhaps, all these fancy speculations about the past life was wrecked by a certain someone, a certain something, and now that impossible life will never be again. It doesn't matter how much I try - we try... They will never be again.

The eyes closed for a moment, suddenly weary and distressed. "Am I always this sad? It doesn't feel that way, so why...? I feel... lost." Both hands moved instinctively around himself, hugging tightly, not wanting to let go the final sense of ground-beneath-his-feet. A second later, even that final platform of twisted security was taken away. Uneasiness ran through his very soul like a bulldozing battering ram as he staggered backwards on one foot, unbalanced and dazed and confused. Ugh!? The mental groan was ignored for Ueki's entire focus now shifted to a fragment at left, a crystal of sight and vision big enough to hold, playing a life he felt very familiar with. Imaginary jagged edged swords slashed against his doubtful mind with savage strength, erupting a blind pain behind his head as he stumbled forwards a few steps. Coincidentally, he stopped right before the playing image, and the pain was suddenly gone.

So he stared. Through the strange lens he saw a girl whose hair was light blue and matching her school uniform, a springy laughter that rang through his mind like heaven's song and a light attitude of happiness with all her friends. He too saw her dark but funny side, a side where suspicion gnawed easily at the smallest inconsistency; a distrust against power user almost racism and jumpy nerves but completely innocent and harmless. Then the life movie flowed and showed a fiery determination, a strong heart that will absolutely not give up no matter how frightened or distressed -

"Wait," Another rumble, another shock, he fell back muttering, his hands shaking slightly, "Wait." A step backwards, but nothing more. His mind was racing with concentration and disbelief and something else he couldn't understand. Misery escalated at a terrifying rate as he struggled to understand that one thing he shouldn't have known. I couldn't have known, he thought with bewilderment, I couldn't. How on earth would I know she distrusted power user?

That alone summed up the ear piercing scream of frustration and anger. "What - is - power user?" Another roar, droplets of tears fell to no reason, he cannot understand it! "Tell me, just - TELL ME!!!" He flipped his head over like a motor at the shard, absolutely furious, absolutely cannot comprehend his anger and yet needed a vent, and that was it. At that moment, Ueki Kosuke who-was-lost lost his mind next and did the unthinkable. Raging mad, he rocketed towards the shard and mustered all fury and smashed it with everything he had. Absolutely everything.

The beautiful piece broke into two, and then her face was gone. Like lights turned off. Or blew a fuse. It was just an ordinary piece of mirror, nothing more, nothing less.

The fury cannot even begin to compare to that sinking feeling of his heart. Something was utterly wrong, something fatal. Another emotion took over him as he seek to cover his face with both palms, hysterical, "What have I done??"

In his dismay though, he suddenly understood something important. Something that made him sobbed and wept and crying out loud like an overgrown baby. There he knelt and hugged his knees, coming to realize far too late that the one incomprehensible emotion overflowing in his heart at that moment he saw the girl was -

Love.

Silk

08-27-2009, 02:43 PM

{Fate/Zero OIST | A Dream | ZIZZ Studio (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wK0-KnOeqGc&feature=related)}

'Saber. Saber...'

The voice called to her through the darkness. It called her with familiarity and tenderness. Listening to it, Saber couldn't help but feel a tingling sensation in her heart. She longed to hear more of it than just hear her name. She wanted it whisper closely in her ear, and its owner warping their arms around her, and held her tight, and cradle her in their warm body. And they would stay there, drifting in the space between worlds. Red crept into Saber's cheeks in embarrassment, when she caught her trail of thoughts. She had been like one of the fair maidens in fables, dreaming of her lover. Preposterous! Someone like her could not have had such a person. Who could have led her to feel in such a way? She scoffed to herself, and reached within her memory, but she couldn't find the identity of the voice. Not daunted, she pushed deeper, a knot knitted painfully on her forehead, both hands clutched her temples. She knew deep inside that it belonged to someone dear to her, someone she shouldn't have forgotten easily. But right now, she could not even conjure their face into her minds eye!

The voice started to fade, reduced to a soft echo. No! she mentally cried out to it. A silver hand stretched into a vague direction, hoping to grasp the feeble strand of sound before it leaves, but it slipped into the void. Don't desert me! The warm feeling was soon replaced by a sensation of pain, as if something vital to her had been carved away. For the first time, she truly felt weak and insignificant, as she lost control of her consciousness as darkness consumed it. She could only watch as the light of faces in her memory dimmed one by one. Several relented, flickered briefly as they struggle, but in the end, they too, fell to same fate as the rest, leaving only two behind, and even they were partially obscured by a haze. She cursed the robbers that were helping themselves into her memory banks. She could feel their sickly prana, leeching them away. How could they? This was not only an insult to her honor, but also a complete disregard to her very being, as if she were nothing more than a mere plaything.

******

Saber awoke lying on a hard surface. After being absorbed into the black hole, she had no recollection of what happened thereafter. Her head had been light and dizzy, as though an unseen burden had been taken off her. A hand patted around the crown, making sure that there was no fracture in the skull. There was no physical wound to be found. It was something out of the ordinary for a Servant, but considering the fact she had just rode through a roller-coaster made of prana, it would seem to be a likely case of exception. She climbed to her feet, obligatorily dusted dirt off the front of her blue dress, and scanned her new surroundings vigilantly with her green eyes.

Light pierced from a large hole in the ceiling above her, giving away her location as a shelter made of an indiscernible ruin. The stone slab floor had been run bare to the ground. Statues of forgotten deities congregated around her. Abandoned by their worshipers, dragged from their altars to the ground, as if they were unwanted children's toys. Their once angelic faces were disfigured beyond recognition, rolled on the dirt like the nameless rocks around them; a lot were missing one limb, or several at once, those who had no limbs were left lying on their sides pitifully; the detail of their intricate attire had worn off, bare as they were before being carved by their artisans. Moss were all over their bodies, replacing their worn clothing.

It felt as though the Eirei had been the first living creature that stepped into the ruins since the dawn of time. The place held a melancholy aura, speaking to Saber in its own language of loneliness. And underneath the loneliness, the loss of its history to time. A feeling Saber knew all too well as of late. Since her waking, she found her memories bare and few. The meager scraps she managed to salvage started off with her materialized in a realm akin to hell, where hounds and demons roam free, ruled by a woman whom shared their demonic blood. She knew her purpose of being called -- as a Counter Guardian in service to Alaya, but where had she come before remained a mystery to her.

She remembered herself running up to Gilgamesh, calling out to him furiously. Why? She had been summoned by Alaya as a Counter Guardian to serve her, and the man in golden armour was her comrade. Why had she held such resentment towards him? Her instincts said that not their first meeting, but no matter how hard Saber tried, she simply could not recall meeting the man anywhere before being summoned to the volcanic wasteland. And then there was Iskander, who came swiftly down the earth on his flying chariot, and landed in a spectacular fashion. Neither her nor Gilgamesh had reacted in any astonished or surprised manner, as though they were used to the giant man's feat. It wouldn't have made sense unless they have met before. How could she not remember anything before that? The beginning pages which they shared had been torn off, along with the rest of her past.

It sickened her to be in such a state. She was no different than the deities before her, as they were, her real name had been shrouded in a mist. She could not remember it, despite that she knew she was more than a blank slate. The bare recollections she had were not perfect either. There were blotches here and there, each conveniently erased the traces to her past. Places where her name was mentioned became muted. Saber was not her real name, she simply took it because she had no other alternative. She recalled being confronted by a man with long raven hair, in a suit of silver armour, and a sword that resembled...nevertheless, she remembered clearly being in a position where she should see the man's face, but the face itself was omitted in a dark veil. They had a talk, but the words didn't register, and the man himself took a sinister turn, transformed into a figure in black, with the will of a raging animal, and lashed out at her. A heavy weight overcame her heart, she staggered backwards, shaken, immediately willed away from the memory of the raven haired man. Why?

“What's the meaning of this, Alaya? Answer me!” she bellowed to the open space above her, flinging her frustration towards the heavens.

No answer came. It made Saber feel unease. Although memory loss did not hamper the Guardian's overall capabilities such as speed and strength, but her Noble Phantasm had been locked in invisible form. Unless she recalled her identity, she would not be able to unleash its true power. Alaya would not have place such a hindrance in front of its Counter Guardians. And if it were an exterior force, it would be informing them the situation any moment now, unless it couldn't. The thought made Saber shiver. Could it have been the Aristoteles?

{Pandora Hearts OST | Alone (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HMpZiONjd0w&feature=related)}

'Saber. Saber. Saber...'

An unknown voice echoed from the exterior of the ruins. Her heart beat accelerated, blood rushed to her head. The sudden urgency sent her bolting out through the hole in the roof. She pursued the voice, like a hound dashing after the prey. She did not know who the voice belonged to. She never heard of it before. But she felt a dire need to go after it. Maybe, just maybe, this is the key to unlock her lost memories.

The scenery around her had taken a drastic change from the forgotten ruins. Saber was running through a populated street; filled with people of all ages wearing 20th century clothing, with shops on either side accommodating their customers with myriad options of food, clothing and entertainment. There were no skyscrapers here, all buildings were no taller than two stories, wearing signs in Japanese language. None of the pedestrians seemed to notice that a woman clad in silver armour over a period dress, flying in the middle of their presence. There wasn't a head turn, or even a mild reaction of something fast passing through. To them, it was though she did not exist. The setting itself was as indifferent as its inhabitants. At the speed which Saber was traveling at, there should have been a mild disturbance around her, but not even a speck of dust flew as she pranced across the ground. Her presence was detached from this reality. Or was not real at all? This place was a street in Fuyuki City. A new information seeped through her consciousness. Saber became more puzzled. She felt deeply that she did not belong to this place or time. Still, it was a part of her memory.

'Saber, Saber...'

The voice continued to summon her. She set her questioning thoughts aside and moved forward. The chase went on and on, there was no ending in sight. Was the voice a trap? She was starting to doubt, when a blinding white light confronted her. Saber shielded her face with an arm. There was someone standing before her. She squinted, trying to make out the figure through the white rays. It was a young man standing with his back to her. He was wearing modern clothes like the people she witnessed before; a long sleeved shirt with dark blue sleeves, connected by the same colour on the neckline, the torso area of the shirt was white, and the pants were denim jeans. He looked very ordinary, with the exception of his orange-brown hair. But for some reason, Saber became anxious at the sight of him. 'Who are you?' She stepped forward, reaching out for his shoulder, wanting to see his face.

The vision vanished.

{Fate/Stay Night OST | All Evil of the World (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8xGFwM4GJ4s)}

She was left with a place very much the same as temple she had arrived in. Deserted and forgotten. Although, it was not limited to ancient architecture. There were skeletons of the modern world; skyscrapers that had collapsed from their aerial altars; behind her, a bridge that once had a purpose, was left broken, leading to nothing but the dust-filled air; half-built constructions were littered like trash on the landscape. There were mild hints of greenery, of growth that do not require a lot to thrive such as moss and parasitic vine, but the scene overall was shaded in depressing grey, largely contributed by the gloomy sky overhead. This world was a graveyard dedicated to every humanity in existence.

But that was not true. Saber clenched her fists defiantly, blazing the pathetic landscape with her fiery determined eyes. Humanity still exists! If it wasn't, she wouldn't still be standing here. And now it would be up to Saber, a Beast of Alaya, servant of the entity made by humanity's collective desire to preserve, to do its bidding and prevent the inevitable. She may have lost her memories but her task remained unchanged. She would seek out the humans from other realms and pierce them through the heart with her blade.

[TL;DR: Arthuria addresses herself Saber, as she has forgotten her name. Her Noble Phantasm, Excalibur, has been locked, thereby useless until she regains her memory. Alaya is absent. Saber faces bits of her memory, but still at loss to who she was. She becomes determined to slay anyone in her path.]

Zai

08-28-2009, 05:51 AM

Itachi continued walking toward the center of town, as nearby a faceless was waiting on the top of a castle. The faceless had blonde hair and what appeared to be some metallic scanner on his left eye. He was wearing a black cloak with red clouds on them, and he had some of his blonde hair tied in a knot so it hung over his left eye. Both of his hands had mouths and he seemed to be very young, perhaps being 19 years old.

He looked down at Itachi with his right eye, as he lifted his hair and used his metal eye to take a closer look. "I've got you now, Itachi," he said with a grin as he pulled out some clay from a container on his belt. The mouth in his right hand took the clay and closed as it began chewing the clay, while it was also channeling chakra through it. Itachi walked by the castle the young man was standing on top as the mouth opened and pushed the chakra-channeled clay up for the man to use. The man began shaping the clay as the mouth closed and he opened his hand, revealing several white clay birds.

The birds gently flew off of his hand as they flew down at Itachi. As Itachi heard the familiar soft flapping of the wings of the birds, he suddenly remembered something. "Deidara...a young man who joined the Akatsuki and is very fond of his art which consisted of clay explosions...the deal was if he were to beat me in a fight, he wouldn't have to join the Akatsuki, if I beat him however, he would join. And I won the fight using the genjutsu of my Sharingan eyes. Quite an interesting memory," Itachi said, as he suddenly remembered why the flapping of the birds were so familiar. "Ha!" he heard a voice nearby say as the clay birds right behind him exploded.

The smoke from the explosion filled around the area Itachi had been standing on, as the smoke cleared and Itachi wasn't there. "What? Where are you..." Deidara, the young man, muttered as he looked around, and saw Itachi several feet away from where the explosion had just occured. "You're pretty fast," Deidara said as a big clay bird that was standing behind him began flapping its wings, rising to the sky. Deidara jumped back and landed on the back of the bird as it flew down at Itachi. "You're done for!" Deidara yelled as Itachi's eyes began changing, and now he had his Sharingan activated, his pupils red with three tomoe surrounding the center of the pupil, the center of the pupil having a black circle that was right in the middle of the surrounding three tomoe.

Deidara jumped off of the clay bird at the last minute, jumping away as Itachi jumped away as well, the clay bird exploding right on the ground. Itachi pulled out his kunai as he ran at Deidara. "Not good enough!" Deidara yelled as he raised two fingers of his right hand. "Ha!" Deidara yelled as the ground under Itachi exploded, revealing Deidara had hidden some clay underground. Itachi had quickly jumped off of the ground when he heard Deidara say 'Ha!' and now he was in the air right above Deidara. As the smoke cleared Deidara noticed he wasn't there. "Hmm...where is he..." Deidara muttered, as he looked around. "Wait, of course!" Deidara said as he looked up, and got a kick right in the face sending him flying back several feet and landing hard on the ground.

"Dammit..." Deidara said, as he slowly got up, only to be kicked back again by Itachi's foot. Itachi put his kunai away as he pulled out two shuriken and threw them at Deidara's head. Deidara slowly stood up, rubbing his forehead in pain as he put his hand down and opened his eyes. "No!!" he yelled as suddenly the shuriken hit him right in the forehead. His head fell back on the ground, and thus, he was dead.

"I must find out more," Itachi said as he continued running to the center of town.

"My revenge, I shall have my revenge!"

"I live for one purpose and one purpose only, and that's killing my older brother!"

"I'm an avenger..."

"It's time to die!"

"Why would you do that?!"

"Big brother...can you help me with my shuriken jutsu?"

"I did just as you told me...I've hated you...I've fostered my hate for you..."

"I HATE YOU!"

"IT'S TIME TO DIE!"

All of these words, Itachi heard them all in his head as he grabbed his head with both hands and fell to his knees. The voice...that was his younger brother's voice, why...why did his younger brother hate him so much?!

"WHYYYYYYY?!" Itachi yelled, seeming to be going crazy.

"Because you killed our family"

Itachi looked up, putting his hands down as he saw someone that seemed familiar. It was his younger brother...Sasuke Uchiha...with his black hair and Sharingan activated, and a white shirt with a purple belt, and a dark gray skirt over his black pants. His right hand was holding the handle of his sword that was in a sheath that was tied to the back of his purple belt. His eyes seemed merciless and filled with hatred for Itachi, and he began pulling out his sword, the white blade shining in the light.

VenFan

08-29-2009, 03:27 AM

The reminiscence-deficient viera found herself gazing into the clear, hollow sky above, which reminded her much of herself. The bare, blank heavens resembled her vacant, naïve cerebrum. The grimy haze which blanketed the skies around it brought to mind her everlasting thoughts, curiosities, and desires to regain what had been pilfered from her mind. She feared their similarities, paranoid of any possibilities.

“My memories… Are they to forever remain forgotten? Am I to live, shorn of remembrances?”

She felt disorientated within her own lost past, as if she did not know herself at all. Her true identity became a mystery to her. The only thing she could recall was the name “Fran,” which she assumed was her own. She felt dead inside, as if her entire existence was merely a bitter joke by means of a higher privilege at her own expense.

Vehemently, the maiden forced herself forward. With the diminutive amount of buoyancy that remained within her, she slid her right foot in front of her left. The sable stilettos plunged into the yielding grass beneath, seizing any sound it attempted to created. It groaned underneath the crushing pain the heels provided. She felt exceedingly insipid to continue onward, yet her staunch aspiration to recover her memories subjugated the negativity.

As she constrained herself deeper into the haven, her mind raced. Though she was unable to evoke any rumination of her past, strangely, she could call to mind the bizarre, implausible occurrences that she had previously experienced. From the moment she awoke in the blistering purgatory to the warmth of the threshold which brought her to her current location, she could recollect every trivial detail.

The woman’s eyeballs surged with incredulity. In bewilderment, they descended to Fran’s hands - the supple palms that once embraced the luminescent gem she had acquired at the sanctuary of the dragons were now empty, craving the lovely spectacle it once held. As she attempted to elicit what had happened while in the picturesque fissure, she could only wonder if the brilliant artifact somehow had a connection to her lost reminiscences.

With a fiery resolve, she advanced deeper into the haven of memories.

IndieJocky

08-29-2009, 05:33 AM

The new realm of twisted metal screamed from all it's crevices. The moans and creaks followed Neku as he continued to walk through the scene of destruction. He looked around and noticed a large sign. He walked over to it cautiously to the rotting fixture and studied it. Printed on it were the words WildKat. He placed his hands on it slowly. When his hand touched the cold metal an intrusion of memories flashed before him.

The smell of roasted coffee beans and fresh pastries floated through the scene. The small cafe that he was now in felt safe a secure. A voice from the back yelled out to him.
"Neku?! Joshua?! You both here?"
A voice next to him answered in a melodic tone.
"Yes sir. Take you time."
Neku turned toward the source of the voice and came face to face with a young boy. He wore simply baggy blue pants with a gray shirt. He looked down at his telephone, studying it. His concentration was broken from Nekus staring and he looked over at him. He gave him a sweet smile and snickered slightly.
"Oh Neku, were you looking at me?"
Neku let out an automatic groan.
"Joshua..."

The flashback ended as he lifted his fingers from the metal. He shivered slightly as the memory floated around in his head replaying itself over and over in his mind. That was the only thing he could remember before the competition besides the mysterious girl and his apparent name. This boys' name continued to ring through his head. He seemed so familiar. The name gave him a sense of caring with a mixture of hate and resentment.

"Dammit... Need to keep looking."

Neku stuck his hands inside his pockets and lowered his head slightly. He began to walk in the direction he was going wondering all the time about his identity.

Zai

08-29-2009, 08:42 AM

"After all this time, I finally get my revenge," Sasuke said, "And I even get to see my older brother lose his mind," Sasuke said as he pulled out his sword and held it to Itachi's neck. "Aren't you going to do something?" Sasuke asked, having a very serious expression on his face, as if he was emotionless.

Just how I must've been when I murdered my own family, Itachi thought, as he looked up at Sasuke. "Very well then, goodbye, Itachi Uchiha," Sasuke said as he raised his sword. Maybe I should just sit here, he should finish me off, after what I did, I'm a horrible person, maybe, it's time that it all ends here, Itachi thought, as the sword's blade swung down at his head like a torpedo; locked on target and ready to kill.

"What?!" Sasuke yelled as Itachi grabbed his hand, stopping the sword, the blade right in front of his face. "Close one, huh," Itachi said, as he suddenly flipped Sasuke, pulling the sword out of his hands during the flip. "It's time I teach you what true power is. It isn't something a demon gives to you, it isn't something you steal from others, it's something you have to earn, AND THAT'S JUST WHAT I'M ABOUT TO TEACH YOU!" Itachi yelled as he swung the blade at Sasuke. Sasuke pulled out a kunai and thrust the kunai's blade at the sword, as the sword went through the kunai and went right at Sasuke's head. Sasuke quickly ducked just in time and then back flipped several times, as Itachi grinned at him. "My sword of Kusanagi is unblockable, yes," Sasuke said. "But that means, in this battle, my kunai is unblockable as well!" Sasuke exclaimed as he ran at Itachi.

Itachi swung his sword at Sasuke, the blade going through the kunai going right at Sasuke's head while Sasuke's kunai was going right at Itachi's head. They both stopped suddenly, each weapon in front of their faces. "It's a game of chicken, Itachi, let's see who pulls back first!" Sasuke yelled as he ducked down and threw the kunai at Itachi's feet. Itachi quickly jumped up and pulled something out of a container, putting it on the handle of the sword as Sasuke raised his arm and snakes came out of his sleeve, grabbing the blade and pulling it back.

"Foolish little Itachi," Sasuke said with a grin as the snakes went back up his sleeve and disappeared while Sasuke held the sword in his right hand. "Goodbye," Itachi said, as suddenly the exploding tag he had placed on the sword's handle exploded. As the smoke from the explosion was clearing, a creature with wings was seen standing there. When the smoke from the explosion was completely gone, it seemed Sasuke had transformed, and he was missing some parts of his right wing. "Nice job," Sasuke said as suddenly snakes began filling the part of the right wing so Sasuke still had the ability to fly properly.

"Now you die!" Sasuke yelled as he put his sword back into its sheath and then made several fast hand seals. "Chidori!" he yelled as he grabbed his right arm with his left hand, and stood in a crouching position. The Chidori was visible as the blue lightning began forming, and suddenly the blue lightning turned black. "This is...MY TRUE POWER!" Sasuke yelled as he ran at Itachi.

"CHIDORI!" Sasuke yelled as he thrust it at Itachi, having increased the momentum of his speed with his wings. Suddenly Itachi grabbed Sasuke's right wrist, stopping the Chidori, as he began crushing Sasuke's right wrist. "Arghh!" Sasuke yelled as a smile appeared on Itachi's face. "I believe this is the point where Deidara would say, ha, correct?" Itachi said with a grin as he exploded.

Sasuke was sent flying back as the explosion was actually from Itachi's shadow clone that Itachi had secretly replaced himself with when Sasuke was doing his back flips. The real Itachi walked out from his hiding spot, behind a big castle, as he grinned at the wounded Sasuke. Sasuke's curse mark went back to its seal as he turned back to normal, and he was quite wounded. "Goodbye, brother," Itachi said as he picked up the sword that dropped out of Sasuke's sheath during the explosion, and walked over to Sasuke. "Revenge is cruel, isn't it?" Itachi said as he stabbed Sasuke right in the heart.

IndieJocky

08-30-2009, 02:35 AM

Neku's legs began to ache with intense pain as the walking continued. They quivered as the feet turned into yards and the yards into miles. He had left the twisted metal hollow for a fresher grassy landscape that seemed to stretch out before him. All around him though he was surrounded by metallic skyscrapers that seemed to want to swallow the natural beauty that was this field. This world was a clash of nature. It screamed from deep within it's soul for release. Neku felt sick.

In the distance a large building loomed that seemed to call out to him. That was his destination. He could feel it. As he continued to walk he heard his pins jingle from within his baggy shorts. He reached inside of his pocket and pulled them all out. He glanced at them and studied them. He only remembered a few of them though. There was Lightning, Izanagi, and Live. The others puzzled him immensely. There secrets still locked inside of them. He remember how to use them but he was too scarred of trying them out so he placed the unknown ones back into his pocket and kept the familiar ones out. He stuck them onto his shirt as to keep them close by.

In the hours that hours that he had been stuck in this realm he hadn't come in contact with anyone else. But the feeling of being alone wasn't there. He knew that there was more people out there searching just like him. But then there was the feeling that there was something else in this place. Something more malevolent. Something that wanted to meet him more than he wanted to it. Neku continued his walking and soon he saw something in the distance.

The silhouette of a woman. Or atleast that what he thought it was. He crept closer and closer and soon was able to see a more definitive shape. She wore armor that covered bits of her body. She carried a bow and some arrows. Her long white hair fell past her shoulders and down her back. Yet as he looked up at her face two large sets of ears grew from the top of her head. Neku shook slightly as he approached her as silently as he could.

VenFan

08-30-2009, 04:52 AM

Muted staccato huffs escaped the viera’s lips. One by one, they marched through simultaneously, in a static uniform passage. Neither were distinguishable. Each interminably absconded, finding freedom in the bitter, chilling wind - the stark gust that persistently carried her memories away from her, one by one. The breeze remained thin, shielding the drifting memories away in its translucent veil. Imperceptibly, it whispered in her soft ears.

The bushy pair convulsed in response. Dimly, the plodding of gentle grass crept into them. Interweaved into the low, wandering footsteps, a soft set of warm breaths pursued it. A symphony of anonymity exposed itself to her, even as the larcenous stream of air brushed against her stern, rigid body.

In an immediate impulse, the maiden gracefully tossed her right arm to her back, slipping the steel bow to her fore. Beside it set a wooden arrow, its texture almost as smooth as the bow itself, resting on the base of the filament. Her index finger lobbed back, the arrow mimicking the motion. Refining her focus on her newfound target, her finger grew heavy, prepared to relinquish its clutch.

Without warning, a mystifying glow filled her vision.

As the mysterious radiance began to fade, the scenery seemed to change. No longer had she been gazing into the dreary environment she seemed to be aimlessly journeying through. A lush, evergreen sky of jade took the place of the grim, hazy heavens. Beams of luminescent light emitted from the boundless treetops. Resting underneath the eternal foliage were great timber platforms sustaining the weight of greater timber structures, which stretched far beyond her sight. Countless bridges united them all for access.

Creatures evidently similar to Fran herself walked the verdant grounds. Their hare-like ears erupted from their snowy craniums. Piercing fingernails attached to their extensive fingers and toes. Wholly female-inhabited, the woman found herself baffled, yet safe within the village’s luxuriant boundaries. Somehow, she felt comfortable around this particular race of women. Yet, one of these creatures stood out stood prominent to her the most.

Before the female warrior stood one specific creature, much like herself, still. Measured a whole two feet beneath her, she studied the viera child. Youthful and naïve, a longbow rested within her palms. In a similar position as the one she had previously been in, her arrow rested within the grasp of her index finger. Her crimson eyes remained fixated on the circular target afore her, suspended on a tree branch. The calm wind tickled her bronze skin, twiddling her silver locks. With the utmost amount of confidence and fortitude about her, the arrow escaped her.

As quickly as it appeared, the fertile landscape faded from her. Glaring directly before her, the arrow spurted through the air. With the very same expression of vigor and passion, the arrow broke past the distressing gale and toward its undetermined target.

Zai

08-30-2009, 10:35 AM

Itachi took his hands off of the handle of the sword, the sword having stabbed right through Sasuke and into the ground. "Goodbye, little brother," Itachi said, as he looked up and saw something shining in the distance. He began running toward the shining thing as he saw there was something on the ground. Itachi stood above it, and saw it was a key with an amazing energy coming from it, almost as if it was a sentient being filled with powerful chakra.

Impressive, Itachi thought to himself as he reached down and picked up the key. It was a white key brilliantly shining in the sun as suddenly it began moving. "What the..." Itachi said as he held it with his right hand even tighter now trying to stop it. The key was now pointing straight at his forehead, as Itachi thought it was about to open his forehead, trying to stop it. If only I had my other hand, Itachi thought, as he tried to stop the key, but it was too strong, even if it was small, it was very powerful.

"Sweet memories"

The mystical voice came from the key, as it suddenly flew right at Itachi's forehead, Itachi not able to stop it. "What is this thing?!" Itachi yelled as it was about to open his memories to him and unlock them from his subconscious, when it was suddenly knocked out from his hand by a kunai. That was a close one, Itachi thought to himself as he looked over to the left to see who had thrown the kunai.

Sasuke, with the sword in him and him still all wounded, was standing there, grinning at Itachi. Suddenly a puff of smoke popped up around him, as when it disappeared Naruto, a young man with blonde hair and wearing orange and black clothing with a Hidden Leaf Village headband/forehead protector on his forehead, was there on the ground, as another puff of smoke of smoke popped up around Naruto, as it disappeared Naruto was gone, revealing it must've been a shadow clone.

"What the-" Itachi said, but was interrupted as he was kicked right in the face from the side, sending him flying back and landing hard with a thud on the ground. "So I suppose he substituted himself with one of your shadow clones after you used a transformation jutsu on your shadow clone to look like him, and during the transformation that was you constantly using the transformation jutsu, correct?" Itach said looking over at the real Naruto, as the real Naruto stood there with a grin on his face. "Actually, I substituted my shadow clone with him, but yeah, you got most of it right," Naruto said. "How did you copy his jutsu?" Itachi asked. "I didn't, that was all an illusion from Sasuke's Sharingan, he jumped in several times to get you under his illusion so that you would think my shadow clone was using his jutsu," Naruto explained, "Impressive," Itachi said as Sasuke walked over. "Long time no see," Sasuke said to Naruto with a slight bitter tone, mad that Naruto interfered but also a bit relieved that Naruto came at the right time and saved him.

"Heh, yeah, now let's take down this punk," Naruto said. "Don't interfere, Naruto," Sasuke said, "This is the revenge I've been working for my whole life, I'm an avenger, this is my destiny! So if you interfere I will have no choice but to kill you," Sasuke said. "How about you deliver the final blow? Then it would still count as revenge," Naruto said. "No it wouldn't...not to me..." Sasuke said as Naruto said "Huh?"

"I want the joy of beating him to a pulp, of humiliating him, of destroying him, and then and only then can I deliver the final blow and finish him off," Sasuke said, as his curse mark began spreading. "I'm an avenger..." Sasuke said as he picked up his sword, the blood from it gone because of it vanishing with the shadow clone. "Die!" Sasuke yelled as he ran at Itachi.

Itachi proceeded by first knee-kicking Sasuke right in his gut, and then lifting his elbow over his back. Itachi then thrust his elbow down at Sasuke's back as he pulled his knee back and thrusted his knee right at Sasuke's chest. Both attacks came at the exact same time as some bone cracking was heard coming from Sasuke's chest. "Arghh!" Sasuke yelled as Itachi lifted his knee up and threw him back a few feet away. "Sasuke!" Naruto yelled as he ran over to Sasuke. Itachi ran at Naruto, going at an extremely fast speed so he appeared right next to Naruto. Itachi clenched his left hand into a fist and punched Naruto right in the gut, making the punch even harder by the fact that Naruto had run into it as Naruto was sent flying, having a hard landing on the ground.

Itachi closed his eyes as he focused his chakra, and as he opened them, his Sharingan eyes were revealed. "Sharingan!" Itachi exclaimed as he had activated his Sharingan. Sasuke slowly stood up, as his curse mark spread over to the rest of his body, and he began changing, as the color of his hair, his eyes, and even the color of his skin changed, his skin getting darker and darker. Meanwhile, Naruto was standing up off of the ground as he yelled "Shadow Clone Jutsu!" and suddenly a puff of smoke popped up next to him. As the smoke cleared, another Naruto was next to Naruto, this Naruto being an exact real clone of the original which was to the right of the clone. The clone was a shadow clone, one of Naruto's signature techniques/jutsu.

Itachi could see that the Naruto to the right, with his Sharingan, was the real one and he also knew it was the real one because of the fact that the shadow clone appeared next to him. To the left of Naruto was the shadow clone, as Naruto began thrusting at the shadow clone's right hand that the shadow clone held out, as a ball of chakra began swirling around in it and getting bigger.

HappyHeartless

08-30-2009, 10:27 PM

The memory loss washed over her like a brutal wave; Alexstrasza knew something was missing, she just couldn’t remember what it was.

The initial shock of appearing at yet another unknown world was quickly overwhelmed by a feeling of helplessness. She was no longer curious to where she were; she now wanted to know who she was.
”I’m Alexstrasza.” She thought.
”But… who is that?”
Frustration rose and Alexstrasza could feel her chins heat up as she strived to remember, but nothing came. All she could think of was the path that had lead her to this world, a path that had winded through three unknown places and had tested her in unforeseen ways. Trying to suppress her frustration she looked around – knowing that she had to move on soon.

What she saw sent a tiny jolt through her body, invigorating her.
“I know you!”

Before her was a male form strangely similar to hers. He had the same ears, the same crimson eyes – eyes that were staring at her with deep affection – and even the same skin tone. As if a shadow crept across him the affection in his eyes turned to hostility, and he spoke.
“Then seek me out.”
With that he dispersed into thin air, becoming just another memory, fading out of existence.

With newfound determination the dragonqueen lifted her head high and strode forwards; seeing this man had started awakening something within her, something that could not be left asleep.

HappyHeartless

08-31-2009, 05:37 PM

“Stromgarde… keep?”
Alexstrasza felt as if this was a place she should know, yet as she read the sign and gazed upon the ruins before her, all she felt was a slight tingle within. No burst of memories, no overwhelming familiarity, nothing.

She had been walking for around an hour when she had felt a looming presence close to her position. After crossing into a grassy area, lush with life and color, from a land that was barren and dead – she now found herself before a ruined and partly rebuilt fortress. Within the fortress something was alive, and that something was drawing Alexstrasza towards it.

“Have it your way then…”
With that she cast one last glance on the rundown sign, and walked forwards. The road between her and the keep had dug deep into the earth, suggesting that it had been frequently used. Now, however, grass was slowly growing up through certain patches in the road, telling Alexstrasza that whoever had been using it so often had stopped using it quite some time ago. There were no visible tracks that she could see, but this was not surprising; the ground was firm and strong. Much help for whoever – or whatever – was waiting for her within the keep.

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Within the keep - inside the war room on the upper level - stands a dark form silently awaiting Alexstrasza’s arrival, making no sound or noise. He has been extracted from the dragonqueen’s memories, just a creature from her past, but in this world he was as real as he could get.

His name is Neltharion, and of all the creatures in all the worlds there is no one who Alexstrasza hates more than him. Until she remembers this, however, he will play along. He is a creation of hers, in some ways, after all.

Once she remembers, though…
This thought occurs to the recreation of Neltharion, and a sinister smile creeps across his face.

Yellow Flash

09-01-2009, 02:00 AM

The shimmering air in the living room was the only sign that something was about to appear, as Peter suddenly teleported into the room he had never seen before in his life, or had he? The living room was extravagantly furnished with five expensive chairs, a Persian rug, an old style fireplace that was currently burning as well as a wooden, ornate mantelpiece that held many pictures of the occupants of the house. Where am I? Peter wondered to himself, as he was sure he had never seen this place before, well he couldn’t remember if he had or hadn’t. He quickly noticed the pictures on the mantelpiece and was slowly walking over to have a look, when he heard a movement outside the room he was currently in. He unconsciously looked towards the door and saw two kids running into the room crazily, chasing each other. They quickly spotted Peter and broke out into grins. “Uncle Peter!” They yelled happily as they charged towards their only Uncle. “Whoa!” Peter yelled out as they excitedly jumped on him, and started asking random questions.

Peter didn’t know where to look as he carried the two kids to a chair and sat down, he couldn’t remember if he had any nephews and even if he did, he wouldn’t be able to remember what they looked like. He was saved from his plight however as a tall man who looked a little bit like Peter, except he obviously had money and power, walked into the living room and called what were obviously his kids, to him. “Come on boys…off of Uncle Petey…your mother wants to see you…” The two boys immediately jumped of their Uncle and ran into the other room to their mother. The tall man then walked over to his brother and pulled him into a hug. “Good to see ya Peter…so what brings you here?” He asked as Peter nervously hugged this man he couldn’t remember back and kept a blank look on his face. “What’s wrong Peter?” The man asked as his brother didn’t respond at all to his question. He then called into another room. “Mum…Something’s wrong with Peter…” At that exclamation an oldish looking women came into the room, behind her son. She had slightly graying brown hair and a face that had kept many secrets in its past. “Don’t you remember us? It’s me your mother, Angela and your brother, Nathan” And suddenly just like that, memories came rushing back to Peter’s open mind.

*Flashback: Peter’s memories* He could remember him and his brother playing in the yard as children as his mother watched over them, knowing what they would become in the future….He remember dreaming that he had powers and could fly as well as Nathan could, and the realization that they did have powers and could save the world….He remembered how his brother had saved him from destroying the world and how he had nearly died for him…He then remembered how he was betrayed by both his mother and Nathan, how he became a fugitive as his brother tried to capture his friends…how finally everything had been revealed and mother told them about the company, although he couldn’t entirely remembering anything afterwards, except being happy that his family was alive….Although he was sure there was something he was missing….*End Flashback..*

“Of course I remember you mom!” He exclaimed, hiding the pain that plagued him every time more and more of his memories returned. He then turned to his brother, who was looking on worried that Peter had forgotten him. “And I couldn’t forget you Nathan, after everything you did…” He laughed as he hugged his brother fiercely as he remembered his love for him. He was happy that he could finally remember his family and that he could have these memories back that he had lost, although there was still something niggling at his mind, someone missing from this perfect picture, someone important. Who could it be…. However he shoved this thought away from himself for the moment, and just enjoyed the return of his family to his mind, as he hugged his brother and mother.

Zai

09-01-2009, 09:06 AM

Sasuke now had huge hand-like wings as he flapped them, going up in the air. He had his Sharingan activated as he began raising his sword. His skin was darker now, a bit of a light brown-grayish color, and he had navy blue spiky hair, as he looked at Itachi with powerful eyes, powerful eyes with potential. While Itachi was busy focusing on Sasuke, however, Naruto's shadow clone was running at Itachi with the Rasengan. Itachi heard the footsteps and heard Naruto's shadow clone yell "Rasengan!" from right behind him as Itachi quickly turned around and lifted his foot up, kicking at the shadow clone's hand with the Rasengan, making it soar a bit into the air before disappearing as Itachi then knee kicked the shadow clone right in the stomach, the shadow clone disappearing in a puff of smoke.

As the smoke cleared Itachi turned around and saw Sasuke flying down at him, getting ready to slash at him, as he quickly made the hand seal for shadow clones, even if one hand was injured he managed to use the other to make the hand seal together and it was still quite fast, as he made a tiger hand seal with his left hand and right hand and adjusted his right hand to form a cross. Suddenly two shadow clones popped up next to Itachi, as Itachi quickly jumped out of the way while Sasuke missed his sword slash and hit the ground hard, as Itachi looked over and focused his chakra the two shadow clones next to Sasuke exploding as Sasuke quickly flew up, barely dodging the explosion. Itachi ran over at an incredibly fast speed, and was already there as he had his hand on the handle of the sword that Sasuke neglected to pull out. “The explosion was just a diversion to get your attention away from this little sword of yours,” Itachi said as he pulled out Sasuke’s Sword of Kusanagi from the ground, and pointed it up at Sasuke. “It’s over,” Itachi said.

“Chidori!” Sasuke yelled as he charged up a blue Chidori in his right hand, lightning chakra gathering up in it as it made the noise of one thousand birds chirping, Sasuke holding his right arm with his left hand. The blue Chidori suddenly turned purple, as the noise was now of many birds taking off at one time as Sasuke flew down at Itachi. Itachi simply threw the sword at Sasuke, as Sasuke thrust his Chidori at the sword’s blade. The blade was used to lightning techniques, as Sasuke had used lightning techniques with it for a long time, as it managed to go through the Chidori and stabbing right into Sasuke’s hand, part of this also because of the force Itachi used when throwing it, and because of how spread out Sasuke’s Chidori was when he flew down there was a weak spot to it that could easily be penetrated by the sword’s blade. “Arghhh!” Sasuke yelled as the whole blade had gone into his hand, up his arm and right through his elbow, and his Chidori ended. Sasuke fell down toward the ground, with electrical shocks occasionally going through Sasuke’s arm.

Itachi suddenly felt the wind picking up, as he turned around and saw two Naruto’s holding up what appeared to be shuriken in their hands. Wait, that’s not shuriken, Itachi thought to himself. “The center of it looks familiar, like his Rasengan, and it seemed to be combined with wind chakra, both the color and the fierce wind indicating them. “Rasenshuriken!” the two Narutos yelled at the same time, as they jumped at Itachi. The fierce power of the chakra of the Rasenshuriken made it difficult to spot which Naruto was the real one, as Itachi quickly jumped out of the way, getting a glimpse at the side of the Narutos as he saw both were shadow clones. The two shadow clones jumped again, jumping at Itachi as they thrust their Rasenshuriken at Itachi’s body. Itachi quickly jumped back, barely dodging it as the attack missed and suddenly their Rasenshuriken disappeared and faded away, the wind settling.
“Close one,” Itachi muttered as the shadow clones both fell face-first into the ground, and disappeared in two puffs of smoke.

“Miss me?!”

Itachi looked up to see where the voice had come from, as he saw Naruto was going down right at him with a Rasenshuriken, and this was the real one. Itachi stepped to the side and then jumped up, as he made a kick at a diagonal angle at Naruto’s back, sending him flying down to the ground, his Rasenshuriken missing and hitting the ground, creating a huge crash and explosion as a fierce wind started up around Naruto. Itachi quickly landed on the ground and proceeded by jumping away, as he grabbed on to an edge of a nearby wall of a building, watching as Naruto’s fierce attack had engulfed Naruto in it, and was shredding Naruto apart. Itachi felt his feet get dragged over a little but he maintained his grip, even using chakra to help him keep his grip on the wall as the attack had finally finished, and there was a huge crater in the ground. Itachi walked over and looked down, seeing that Naruto was dead, with parts of his clothes ripped up, blood and wounds all over him, as he said “Heh…pervy sage told me not to use that attack…that it would backfire…but I never thought he would mean like this,” Naruto said, as he laughed a bit, and closed his eyes, now dead. Itachi looked over and saw Sasuke was dead as well, as Itachi walked over to the strange key on the ground, and stood over it, looking down at it.

Kaivin|Shadowhart

09-01-2009, 06:34 PM

[Mighty Wind – Fate/Unlimited Codes OST – TYPE Moon] (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JKPB8jtjUjw&feature=related )

At first, he had enjoyed the fury of the storm, raging but unable to inflict any harm upon the golden armored warrior; all it could do was howl in frustration and rip at his crimson tunic, while his very laugh had triumphed over its miserable voice. To feel how powerless others were before him always brought a small measure of satisfaction to Gilgamesh, a feeling he could not shake off no matter how long he lived. He had been above gloating; after all, a true King did not gloat. He merely stated the truth, and if the lesser beings had chosen to be offended by it, that was their problem, not his. In fact, sometimes, this led to rather amusing conversations, so all in all was a good thing. Though he had been thoroughly insulted by the maggot king, this thrill had erased the animosity he’d had staining his mind and spoiling his mood.

Then, however… The storm began to change. He had begun to notice objects in it that were not quite fitting; certainly, the rock, lava, and debris, there were a lot of those. But there were also things that clashed with the world that had just been torn apart by this magnificent storm, and had no business at all being inside the vortex. Buildings the like of which he’d seen at Fuyuki; entire skyscrapers whirling around in the massive tornado. Shreds of places he could not mistake for any other. People, though of course, now long-dead. His world, his belonging, the place of his birth and death, had been ripped apart by this very cyclone he’d even complimented. Unspeakable rage awoke like a dragon from its millennial sleep, the anger that of a man who’d never really used or cared for his belongings, but should they have been taken… His first instinct would have been to use Ea to blow apart this entire storm; fortunately, he’d suppressed the urge to do so, and instead lifted his hate-filled gaze towards the approaching portal.

There, he hoped, those who created this aberration, had been. The King of Heroes had little illusions that such a magic-thick tornado could have been a thing of nature. What would happen to Gaia? Alaya? Akasha? If the Three died – assuming they had a ‘concept’ of death – then there was no going back. There was nothing, at all. No Throne of Heroes. Neither Heaven nor Hell. The Cycle would have been broken. Who would have done so? Who even had enough power to do so? TYPE Moon could not – a pathetic Aristotle that had been defeated by that senile Sorcerer. Then who… Or what? There was only one sentence he could pronounce upon the being which had done such a thing, and upon the world which birthed them. Though the very thought burned like the Sun itself, there really was only one way to kill something powerful enough to end Alaya.

Broken Phantasm…

Of course, the procedure itself was simple and had not come even close to the chill that made the kind straighten, even in the maw of the storm: a Broken Phantasm was simply flooding your Noble Phantasm with Prana, and then letting it explode. The Faker had made good use of this, as he could create as many as he needed and blow them up. Gilgamesh himself could do something similar to his many weapons in the Treasury, but that would have been wasting them… and he did not wish to. Either way, using that technique on any of them, even Merodach or Enkidu, would do little to hurt something or someone which likely possessed the power of an Aristotle. What was needed here was the power used to forge this world in the first place… In other words, Ea. Considering it’s rank, and it’s capabilities in the regular form, once it had been used as a Broken Phantasm, the results would have been catastrophic. Alaya itself had forbidden him from ever doing so; although he’d paid little attention to such ‘laws’, of course. But the Third’s words were chilling… That it was enough to evoke the Sixth.

Perhaps the Sixth was what this had been? Atlas had at last proven right? But then… The time said there should have been a lot more left. Then again, Gilgamesh had still not known into what era or timeline he’d been summoned. Perhaps a millennia passed already, and the year had indeed been 3000, the year of the Advent of the Sixth. But would Fuyuki remain so unchanged, even after a thousand years? No… Ridiculous – he waved the thought off – this was not the Sixth. This was no Aristotle’s work. They had been studied at length, and even if the humans did not know them, Alaya and Gaia both knew, and prepared, even recruiting TYPE Moon to their cause. This storm was not like the style of any of the TYPEs. Besides, the TYPEs could not even stop warring with one another, much less coordinate an attack upon Gaia and Alaya, who would unleash a force which would have likely erased even them. All they really needed to do was use Black Barrel on any of them, or call upon the Five… Not to mention the legions upon legions of Counter Guardians.

As he reasoned, it became harder to control his mind, and keep the facts straight; a similar emotion to when one was inebriated, delirious, or about to fall into deep slumber; none but the speaker would comprehend what one spoke, but to him it made sense… for a while, and then even he had slight doubts in the truths. But even one who’d been heavily intoxicated or clinically insane could not ignore the strange occurrences that began; turning his head, he’d seen his throne room in all its splendor, Enkidu’s death, the slaying of the Bull of Heaven, Humbaba’s decapitation, Ishtar’s rage, the End of the World’s waters, the serpent that he’d given the flask of immortality to… The final stand against his own people at the walls of Uruk. His fall from the highest tower of the empire as a child, thrown by his cruel father, only to be saved by an eagle sent by his mother. The battles of the Fourth and Fifth holy grail war: And her.

He had begun to comprehend what was happening the second he had seen this kaleidoscope. Another, final attack his foe had launched at him, before tossing him a world that could have been used as a landing for the King of Heroes. They had begun to cruelly shred and rip away his memories… They had made the mistake to steal from… From whom? What was his name, and the source of this… feeling? What was this feeling even called? With a superhuman effort, the golden warrior had attempted to produce a ripple; but even the Gate of Babylon had begun to fail it’s master in this place grinding his teeth in a feeling he no longer recognized, and ignoring the feeling of his very mind unraveling, he stubbornly held on to one thing and one thing only, ignoring the yell behind him signaling his companion – was there one? – had been going through a similar experience. The golden gauntlets came off, secured to the belt before the nameless man raised his palm to his eyes, and with a viciousness rarely seen, dragged the nail of his index finger across the palm, shredding the skin and carving something into the flesh: a single name, belonging to someone who saw his last moments years before. He could not even recall the face, nor the name; but the muscle memory was still there.

He had written – and forgotten.

He knew not how to read or write, anymore, being sucked into the unknown world with knowledge of only one thing burning on his palm; a name, traced in crimson. An expression that could have been called a smile came to the man’s face as he disappeared into the portal; the calculation had been right. The he would forget the circumstances and the name, but the agony would remind him of how he wrote it, and thus how to read it. How much had been placed into that single inscription, what emotions were experienced at that time, by then, he had no longer known such things; all he’d known is that it was important, and could never be allowed to be forgotten. There were many things one could lose; he himself used to be one who could lose the most, for he had the most, as he thought back when he could still think. He would fight to reclaim them, naturally; but some things you simply had no right to lose. With that final word in mind, the golden-clad man fell into the light, his being disassembling itself into a shower of will-o-the-wisps.

[Stranger – Fate/Hollow Ataraxia OST – TYPE Moon] (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dXljnRp3aEY )

The world was… bleak. Of course, he did not know that word; he couldn’t so much as speak, much less recall what color a sky was on a sunny day to compare it to this. But the sheer hopelessness this place had breathed, it had bit into the very bones of the shivering figure. The merciless sky had been clouded and dark, reflecting upon a desolate landscape; the last world before this, in comparison, was pure paradise with its array of vibrant colors. Here, greys, blacks, browns, and dark greens were all that was visible to the man’s sight. Colors? His crimson eyes opened a bit further as he lifted himself off the ground with a pained groan. Color… He knew what they were. He recalled them; but only those he’d seen in those four worlds, if this one could even be called a ‘world’. Getting to his feet a bit unsteadily, holding onto some ruined piece of stone, he’d suddenly recalled how to walk, and attempted to, though not very successfully. A child might know how to walk but it still needs to practice; and he knew, subconsciously, that right now, he was no better than a child in those terms.

With every step, more flooded back.

Images. Words. Memories. This space, it was not too keen on returning to him his memories; each needed to be wrestled from its control, ripped from the very existence. It was as if the very world itself had been composed of memories. As he walked, he could see small black cracks appearing right in mid-air, as more and more had returned to the man. He had been sent – and others – to kill all those he’d seen on the journey he would make with them. He recalled his distaste of the one who sent him, and it’s name – Alaya – but there was little more concerning their quest. He remembered the fights quite well, as well as the talks they’d had with the others. Strangely, he could not recall their faces, nor their names. Shaking his head, the man continued, stepping carefully as if still unsure of his own prowess in walking. A short female, and a tall male – that was all he could recall of them. One had been strict and proper, the other loud and obnoxious. He knew what he, and they, were: Counter Guardians. Servants to Alaya to fulfill what it said, whatever Alaya was; he could not recall.

Archer.

Yes, that was what he was. Servant Archer, the Eirei that boasted the highest independence of their Master. But this… It couldn’t have been everything. He knew of his Noble Phantasms, for each had been used at least once in the fights, if not to their full capacity. He knew of his present; But he did not know his past. As his hand had covered the left half of his face, he knew two more whole things: the feeling of rage, and the iron taste of blood, mixed with a slight pain. Pulling his exposed palm away from his face, he recalled this was abnormal; normally, he’d always worn his gauntlets. Why, then, were they on his belt? And what force could possibly have wounded him? As the agony in his injured hand pulsed again, he recalled it, another black crack, as if lightning, appearing upon the landscape. The name. The writing.

Raising his hand to his eyes, he wiped away the excess blood, attempting to read the hurriedly-scribbled rune upon his own flesh:

“A-ar-thur-ia. Arth-uria. Arthuria.”

First half-heartedly, and unsurely, then with certainty and a feeling of joy. Though he did not know who this name belonged to – though he’d certainly knew he heard it somewhere and that it was a name – it seemed… important. It’d been important enough for him to tarnish his skin with it, after all, and inscribe it upon it. It must have been something precious. Tearing a bit of his tunic off to bandage the arm, he’d slid his gauntlets on, making certain they had fit him, before finally looking up to the black sky, his smirk tossing it a clear challenge; it was almost like before… but he had no knowledge of ‘before’. Still, if he could wrestle some of the information about himself and his present from this dimension, then he could most certainly take the rest. After all, it was rightfully his, and his alone. Moreover… He had a foe that needed to be erased, though he only had a faint idea of where, when, and what this foe was. But the one who had done this; it would pay.

Kaivin|Shadowhart

09-01-2009, 06:38 PM

[Stranger – Fate/Unlimited Codes – TYPE Moon] (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mykD7RPPjxQ&feature=related )

“Pathetic, &$#&€@%!£.”

The voice was familiar… yet it was painful even to recall it. It inspired awe, and somehow a savage joy, a feeling when one was glad to be alive, on a battlefield. Quickly turning, Archer, how he now called himself, had found himself facing a muscular man built like a true warrior. His stature suggested that punching out a charging bull, or picking it up by the horns and tossing it a good fifty yards was the least he could do. His broad shoulders looked as if they were cut from pure stone, and able to, akin to the Titan Atlas, hold the world upon them without effort. His height dwarfed the moderately-tall Archer, as he’d stood at nearly seven feet, a mane of black hair descending down his shoulders reminding one of one of the rarer lions. His complexion had been tanned, and weather-beaten, bearing many scars that would have killed any lesser man; one stretched from his forehead all the way down his face, across the eye, and onto his neck, disappearing midway across the torso. It had three deep trenches, not just one, suggesting it was the work of a beast, not man.

He had a slight unshaven black growth on his face that could have been called a rough beard with some difficulty, and thick lips in its midst, corners slanted to show a condescending grimace, baring two rows of perfect, if triangular and extremely sharp, teeth. The man was a giant, and his body’s proportuions had been according to one, his biceps the size of a trained fighter’s leg, if not bigger, and legs more reminiscent of tree trunks. The way he stood, it was doubtful he could have been moved by anything, even his own muscle; a veritable human mountain – but could this really have been a ‘human’? His clothes were as savage and rough as their bearer: a pair of bracers made of animal skin, trimmed with black fur, leather belts binding his hands in a manner of fingerless gloves. He also wore an open vest, crafted of the same animal’s skin used for the bracers, white fur lining the collar. The vest had no buttons or fastenings, and revealed the powerful torso.

His boots were nothing more than two wooden planks, secured to his feet by a means of leather belts; really, the only part of his wardrobe that was not clearly made by himself were his pants, a friendly, natural green that reminded an observer of a quiet forest, under the innocent branches of which many atrocities and brutalities have taken place, amongst the cycle that was nature’s will. He bore only two pieces of jewelry: a single silver earring whose appearance mirrored that of Archer, and a simplistic necklace with a single emerald encrusted in the center. Though his appearance was unkempt and somewhat savage, these two items seemed to be cared for and polished, erasing the image of the stupid barbarian. The man had no visible weapons, but from the way he’d been, it wasn’t as if he needed any in the first place. After studying his silent opponent for a while, the giant raised an eyebrow and questioned:

“What, did it all go from your head? It’s me… $#@%&!.”

Archer simply shook his head, causing a displeased grimace to form upon the large man’s face. Perhaps he had been annoyed that he was not remembered. In reality, all that the golden armored man had heard, both times, had been speech followed by an incomprehensible rumble and combination of sounds that couldn’t possibly have been emitted by a human throat. Did this man… perhaps know him? But then, he was not one of the companions he had, he was sure of that; that meant, naturally… that the other order applied, and he now had to end his life. Meanwhile, the large man looked upon him with pity mixed with disgust, which evoked an old feeling he’d thought he’d forgotten. This happened before. He knew it did. It was a different setting… a different world. The sky was not nearly the same, but the savage glint in the silver eyes of the giant and the waking rage in the crimson eyes of Archer had been the very same ones as during that day… Breaking the silence, the large man let his arms drop to his sides casually, finally speaking, his thoughts seemingly tuned with his own.

“Very well… I’ll just have to beat you until you remember everything.” A delighted, crazed smile lit the features of the beastly man as the silver fire in his eyes had awakened at long last.

Gilgamesh vs Enkidu [Vermillion Red – Broken Phantasm – Crow’s Claw Remix] (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j-yx1xzVPtk)

A similar light had awakened within the crimson eyes of the golden armored man; he did not know why, but he had to fight this man. Right now, right here. It felt like if he were to do anything else, it would be a betrayal of his very existence, and cause it to turn upon itself, destroying him. The ecstasy of combat… yet another memory bestowed upon him by this strange world. Yet another milestone for this… strange quest. Perhaps – only perhaps – but perhaps this was what he was meant to do all along. The booming, bloodthirsty laugh of the other man only seemed to solidify that belief; after all, what else was he to do when his opponent wished to battle him so? If he died… Somehow, he knew that was impossible. The creature before him was far greater than any mortal – for it had been hand-crafted by the Pantheon themselves, purely to combat him. Archer froze when he’d heard the thought, another large black crack appearing alongside him.

…and he barely dodged the fist of the giant, only to watch it smash into the wall behind him and sent a myriad of cracks, finally causing it to collapse when the man, smirking, snapped his fingers. His fist, for all that, hadn’t had as much as bruise – truly, there was no weapon needed for such a combat. Any greatsword or axe would have looked like a toy in those enormous hands, dwarfed by the sheer mass of muscle that would wield them; the fist themselves were as large as a child’s head. Yet it was strange; for all that, the hands, in places left bare by the leather belts that acted as gloves, had calluses that suggested being used to all sorts of weapons. Or… was he being toyed with? Had the man not even wished to take him seriously? The sneer that slowly emerged upon the Archer’s face slowly made the wildman back off, as if by animal instinct. He knew, in his deep subconsciousness, that playing games was over. As if to mirror this, he grunted, shrugging:

“Fine. Be that way.”

Click

Of course, the effect of Archer clicking his fingers was not as grand as when the giant clicked his; but this wordless command inspired by muscle memory, had summoned something the effect of which easily trumped crushing one measly wall. A gigantic ripple in reality itself, countless weapons’ heads staring directly at the aggressor, the steel and jeweled ornaments they were set with entirely dull due to the lack of sunlight in the grey realm. Yet the flames in the eyes of the wild-looking opponent as he beheld this spectacle easily replaced the star that made crops grow. The feeling of excitement, of anticipation had been palpable enough to cut it with a knife; spreading his arms, and tossing his head back and laughing almost madly, certainly fitting with his appearance. When he’d finished laughing, he tossed his hair out of his face with his thick fingers impatiently, and, grinning feverishly, only uttered:

“Bring it on!”

As if on command, the wall of weapons rained down upon the ‘unarmed’ man who’d stood there with only the thrill of battle written across his face, and lacking any semblance of a plan. But what was this to one who faced such a hail of the Treasury even up to Rank A++ and defeated it? This was not nearly A++, but B: the largest he’d ever opened the Gate. What gate? Thoughts mixed inside his mind as the storm continued, while the laugh began anew: amidst the destruction, a lone figure stood, easily catching hold of two weapons and twirling them to deflect all those that came at it. When a weapon shattered, the giant thoughtlessly threw away the pieces and caught a new one; right now he was sporting a gigantic stone axe and a crimson spear that Cu Chulinn would have recognized as Gae Bulg. Stopping the eruption of weapons and hearing a disappointed sound from the large man, Archer only raised an eyebrow. He knew he should have been mad at someone – anyone touching the weapons he’d just unleashed, but this… He simply didn’t care.

“Why did you stop the Gate of Babylon?” The wildman simply asked, spear and axe still in his hands, features twisted in a confused grimace. “You never stopped before, till you were half-dead from exhaustion and anger.”

Gate of Babylon… Those three simple words evoked gigantic crack to form upon the side of the realm, which the giant did not even seem to notice, or pay it any heed if he did. Gate of Babylon, Treasury of the King. What did it mean? If it was the Treasury of the King, did that mean he was a King? Royalty seldom allowed others to dig through their belongings, especially in such a rough manner. Not to mention he’d felt a strong connection with every one of the weapons he’d unleashed; they were all his Noble Phantasms, not just one or two. And as they were associated with him… He had to have been the King, not some treasure-keeper. Coming to the end of that thought chain, he’d raised his gaze at the tanned warrior who stood there, his grin mirroring his; both wanted to continue the fight.

“Gate of Babylon!”

“Gungnir: Spear of Striking Death Flight!”

Two roars, two voices, and one incomprehensible clash of power. The spear that later became known as Gae Bulg really had been downgraded by then, perhaps of Scathach’s careless treatment, or loss of some of the skill. The trail of destruction left by the crimson spear flung by the giant had been physically impossible; as it flew, the sheer speed made the air moan and the ground to crack under it; the really was no way for the weapon to be anything but red, not because of the color of blood, but because of the color heated steel attained. Yet for all that, the inescapable Crimson Death found an obstacle it could not penetrate: a gigantic shield seemingly forged out of seven ‘petals’, which appeared from the gate moments earlier in front of the golden warrior. The spear pierced through all seven layers, yet only the tip had barely emerged in front of Archer, who’d simply sneered at it and snapped his fingers, sending a barrage of blades at the giant from behind the safety of Rho Aias.

But the giant had another card to play.

“Ishtar’s Wrath!” the wildman roared, as gigantic cloud formed around him, the familiar feeling of prana being sucked out of the air coming upon the golden warrior. The familiar sensation of a Noble Phantasm being activated; in a world like this, where the very air was practically laced with prana of all the worlds that wound up here, it was felt even more. The pressure that followed, however, had been nothing normally felt of a Noble Phantasm. This was killing intent, pure and raw, directed not at one thing, but at everything around, and its intensity did not suffer from it. Normally, should something be focused on one thing, it would seem more powerful, but this destructive feeling could not possibly get any worse, having reached the top of its potential. He remembered it – this feeling. The only thing in the entire world which made even him feel fear.

Bull of Heaven.

“Bull of Heaven.” Came a satisfied voice from within the cloud.

[[TL;DR: Gilgamesh is enraged when he sees his world torn apart, but begins to quickly lose memories. Because he has alot, he loses them slower, giving him time to carve Saber's name into his palm. He awakens, without any memories, in the Forgotten world, and begins to slowly recall the tournament. Then, he meets Enkidu - Enkidu is not a Faceless, but a Memory given form by the world; who he does not recognize, and the two fight, as Enkidu seems displeased over his best friend forgetting him.]]

HappyHeartless

09-01-2009, 11:14 PM

The wooden floor was creaking.
The brick walls looked shaky and the roof was bulging downwards.
The keep was in a worse state than Alexstrasza could possibly have guessed from the outside, and she worried it might collapse at any moment. The presence she had felt, and was still feeling, hadn’t moved an inch, and somehow she just knew that it was waiting for her.

And it was.
Neltharion – or that is to say, the recreation of him – was simply standing in the same spot. He knew what his role was; what he had to do. He would enjoy it. He could hear every step from down below, every little sound made by the approaching dragonqueen. Once she reached the stairs, once she took that first step on the path that lead to him, the resulting sound was like an orchestra. He imagined excitement, and what it would feel like, because if he was capable of feeling he knew he would be excited. This was his purpose, and it was about to be fulfilled.

As Alexstrasza crossed the entryway and looked at Neltharion, she wasn’t sure if she was to feel surprised or indifferent. After all, she never had any idea on what to expect. Here she was though, and before her was a man. His clothes were black, his hair was black, and his eyes were black… Yet there was something soothing about him, soothing and mysterious.

“Hello, Alexstrasza.”
His voice was black as well. Dark, cunning, evil – that’s what every single one of his words was, regardless of intention.
Alexstrasza just stared at him, blankly, waiting for something to happen.
“I take it you don’t remember me, how disappointing…”
He was lying. He knew she didn’t remember him, and he loved it.
He continued; “…but I guess that’s also why I’m here. Here to be your guide; through your memories of a time that seems lost.
“My guide?” Alexstrasza spoke. Her tone was questioning, her face doubting; this all seemed pretty strange.
“Yes, your guide. You see, I know you pretty well, and even though you don’t remember it, you know me too. You will though… Remember, that is, and soon.
“You think so?”
“I know so.”
“How?
“I just do.”

His answers were quick, decisive. It was as if he already knew what to answer before Alexstrasza asked. For another moment she watched him, doubted him, then she made her decision.
“I have no choice. I will follow you. Where do we go from here?”
The decision weighed heavily on her shoulders, somehow trusting this man seemed wrong, but what she said was true; if she wanted answers, she had no choice. Neltharion smiled as she decided, and when she finished he reached his arms outwards as if embracing an invisible friend.
“Why, my dear Alexstrasza, nowhere! We are already here.”

The keep around them wavered for a moment, and then disappeared. It was as if the world itself spun around, and the rocks, wood and steel were replaced by burned down trees, trampled ground and seemingly endless marshlands. Next to Alexstrasza was a broken sign which read “…ands”, the first part of it was gone. Next to the sign was Neltharion, and as he spoke he beamed with joy.

“Welcome to the Wetlands! Welcome back to the worst time of your life!”

Zai

09-02-2009, 11:57 AM

Itachi slowly picked up the key, as he looked at its white and gleaming appearance. It seemed to make him want to open something, but what exactly that something was, Itachi didn't know, he just had an urge that he had to open something with this key, like a bad habit, he just needed to do it. Suddenly it got some sort of design on the side of it as Itachi held it. It was some sort of red and white symbol. Itachi realized what this was, it was his clan's, the Uchiha Clan's, symbol!

"Sweet memories," the mystical voice came from the key again. Suddenly it began moving toward Itachi's head, as Itachi allowed it, and it stabbed into his forehead. Except, it didn't stab into his forehead, it was as if a portal opened on his forehead and the key went into the portal, as suddenly Itachi's surroundings changed when the key entered his forehead and disappeared into it.

Itachi was now in some sort of dark realm. Everything around him was dark, it was all black, the only thing not completely colored black was Itachi, as Itachi looked down and saw no ground, but for some reason he felt ground below his feet. Itachi looked up and saw a door there, with a keyhole. The door was colored white, and it had a keyhole around the side of it, except no doorknob. At the top of a door was written something. Itachi saw it said "Can you Remember?"

Itachi looked down and raised his right hand, noticing he still held the key in his hand that had supposedly disappeared when it went into his forehead. Itachi looked up and walked over to the door, and inserted the key into the key hole, as he turned the key left, but it wouldn't turn and neither would the keyhole. Itachi tried turning the key right, as it turned 45 degrees to the right along with the keyhole, and Itachi couldn't turn it anymore. Suddenly some kind of light shined, as Itachi looked up, and when the bright light stopped shining, he saw something else was written under the question "Can you remember?"

It read "Yes, you can" as Itachi noticed the words written on the door were now a golden color. Suddenly the door began disappearing as Itachi's entire memory was unlocked, and a bright light shined from the room that was revealed, Itachi not seeing what was inside the room but having a feeling he knew that his memories were inside.

When the bright light cleared Itachi looked around and saw he was back where he was before. He had regained his memory, and now all of his questions were resolved. "Now I know," Itachi said as he noticed the key had disappeared, and began walking around, looking for a way out of the twisted world he was in.

HappyHeartless

09-02-2009, 10:49 PM

Alexstrasza couldn’t quite grasp what she was hearing. ”The worst time of my life? What is that supposed to mean?
She just stared blankly at Neltharion, waiting for him to elaborate.
“I can see that my words didn’t have quite the dramatic effect I was hoping for. What should you expect from someone with no memories…? Just follow.”
He turned around and started walking down a dirt road while looking around with apparent interest. Somehow Alexstrasza got the feeling that it was all a show. All a mask put on by the mystical man, just a trick. As if it had been there all along, which she doubted, Alexstrasza noticed a ruined tower to their right. The top looked as if it had been blown away, leaving the closest and still intact bricks charred. The further they walked the more evidence of war appeared, and tracks hailing from heavy siege weapons littered the ground.
“What… happened here?” she asked curiously, dreading what she might find out.
“The orcs happened… but more than anything, Deathwing happened. There was a war, or two to be exact, which in modern times have been named ‘The war of the Ancients’ and ‘The Second war’. Pathetic names if you ask me, but scholars seem to like them, for some reason.” He replied, his face showing obvious pleasure.
“And why am I here?” Alexstrasza asked.
“You are here… because at the beginning of the wars, something bad happened to you. During the wars, something even worse happened to you. When the end of the wars came… Well, let us say that I do not like the end.”

Pondering his words the dragonqueen just kept looking at the surroundings. This man seemed to like talking in riddles, and without further knowledge there was no way to interpret them. She did do one thing though, she grew very wary of him, and she would watch.
Of this there was no doubt.

“Ah, we are here!” Neltharion exclaimed, the excitement in his voice unmistakable. They stood before a large wooden gate, split in half. On its sides were tall walls, crowned with sharp spikes and sturdy metal. The wood looked kind of red, and there was blood… so much blood.

Neltharion turned to Alexstrasza and smiled. “This colossus was built by the dwarves, all their knowledge helped make it a mighty fortress indeed. Then later when the wars begun the orcs took it for their own. Incidentally, that is also when you came here, Alexstrasza. This is the ancient mountain fortress; Grim Batol.”

Alexstrasza didn’t know what it was, but as the man mentioned Grim Batol a sharp pain exploded in her heart. It was excruciating, unbearable, and she fell to her knees, clenching her fists.

Accompanying the pain was memories, horrible, painful memories.

IndieJocky

09-03-2009, 03:33 AM

The woman moved slightly picking up her weapon and arming it in one fluid motion. She arched the bow and then let it go. Everything around Neku seemed to slow down. He couldn't move a single inch. Jut stare at the approaching arrow as it inched itself closer and closer to him. Neku wanted to move but his feet stayed glued to the ground. Suddenly a distant but familiar scream ripped through his head.

"Move Neku!"

Neku awoke with a start from the daydream he was having and jumped out of the way. He jumped a bit too late and was struck by the arrow on his arm. Pain radiated through his arm as he hit the earth. He groaned in pain as he applied pressure to the laceration. Blood began to drip down his arm to his hands and off his fingers.

"I see how it is."

Neku reached towards his pins with his wounded arm and grabbed his Lightning pin. He held it in his hand as the blood in his palm began to cover the pin slightly. He concentrated on the pin feeling instinct take over. He raised his hand towards the woman and fired two shots straight at the woman. The lightning charged up the air and Neku felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

HappyHeartless

09-04-2009, 12:03 AM

“Make it stop, make it STOP, MAKE IT STOP!”
The intense pain was causing Alexstrasza to roll and twist around on the ground, curling up, and then stretching out. It was so powerful she could feel her true form pressing against the surface of her consciousness, trying to reveal itself. Alexstrasza wanted nothing more than to burst out in her full glory, but at the same time, she wanted nothing less. Transforming was her trump card, and if there were enemies nearby she didn’t want them to know who she truly was.

“Only you can make it stop, girl!”
Neltharion was grinning at her now, any faint tone of friendliness he had in his voice before was gone now. Such a black voice - such evil, and oh so mocking.
“Just think. Concentrate. Remember!"

The last word was like a command, and Alexstrasza could feel the part of her that was sleeping waking up ever so slightly. Grim Batol. The orcs.
She remembered how she and the rest of the dragonflight were deceived by Deathwing, and how she had been taken captive by the orcs. She remembered the sinister laugh of Nekros Skullcrusher as he took her children and tortured them into submission; she remembered how she was constantly abused to keep her strength in check. She remembered the gnawing of the cold metal chains, slowly digging into her flesh and the pain in her heart and soul as she watched her children turn into mindless monsters.
She remembered Deathwing slaying her beloved consort, and how she was finally freed, and how – with freedom – came rage.
Voices of the past surged through Alexstrasza’s mind:

“Nekrosss... You had them ssslay my children! My children!”
"Life is my Aspect, dark one, and I, like all mothers, know both the pain and wonders that entails! For the past several years, I have watched my children be raised as instruments of war, slaughtered if they proved insufficient or too willful! I have lived knowing that so many died that I could do nothing for!"
"I shall let you experience firsthand all that I have suffered...”

Words of rage – screams of anger. She remembered how she swallowed Nekros whole, his bitter taste lingering in her throat for decades. She remembered how she slaughtered every last orc she could find, down to the last child.

Then she remembered Deathwing – or Neltharion the Earth Warder as he was once known before his betrayal. As the images of his appearance surfaced to her mind, her pain was replaced by rage…. mindless, horrible, devastating rage. She stopped twisting on the ground, and then got up, her back turned towards Neltharion – towards Deathwing.

“There are still memories I need to find… Memories of love, happiness – memories of all the beautiful life I have witnessed, of birth and growth...”

Slowly and decisively she turned her head, her eyes now a deeper shade of red than they had been in a thousand years. With her penetrating stare she looked Neltharion in the eyes, and as her face twisted in a horrible grimace of anger and hate, she started shaking again. Deathwing was smiling at her.

“But today, DEATHWING, you DIE by my hand, and I will ENJOY it!”

Yellow Flash

09-04-2009, 09:16 AM

After a few happy moments with his family, Peter knew that he had to leave to find more or his memories. Yet there was something inside him, that didn’t want to leave yet, that wanted to spend more time with his family. Somehow Peter knew that through all his tribulations that he had been through, all he wanted again was to see his family. Yet deep within himself, there was the constant reminder that he had to find his other memories soon, or he would be lost forever wandering. He looked at his family and bid them farewell, walking out the door slowly. Going looking for the rest of his lost memories, for some reason he decided to fly above the city, and see what he could find. With a flex of his shoulders he launched himself up into the air, spinning himself through the clouds that were in front of him.

He gave a laugh of delight as his hair brushed the clouds and his face broke through the fluffy, whiteness and was hit with a burst of sunlight, as he broke out of the clouds. He floated on his back for a moment, sifting through his new memories that now filled his mind. His face however was full of puzzlement as he tried to figure out what he was missing, what spots of his past that he couldn’t remember, and what this strange emptiness inside him was. With a shake of his head, he turned around in the air so he was facing the ground, closed his eyes and sent himself spiralling downwards towards the ground, deciding to chose a spot at random and see what fate would bring for him.

He kept his eyes closed as he felt wetness from the clouds around him, and kept them closed as he broke out of the cloud cover. For some reason he couldn’t fathom he decided to keep his eyes closed until the last second of landing, he wanted to feel excitement the thrill of risk-taking that he knew had been a part of his previous life. He was just about to open his eyes when he heard the shrill scream of a girl coming from right in front of him. He quickly opened his eyes and just managed to stop himself hurtling face first into a beautiful, young blond girl that had been in front of him. He spun around to the left barley, dodging her, and landed on the ground skidding around until he managed to get a footing. That was too close...who is she...she seems familiar... Peter thought to himself as he also noticed a man with horn rimmed glasses standing behind her, and a Indian man with a pile of books cluttered together in his arms. Peter was about to speak, but the young girl beat him to it.

“What the hell were you thinking Peter?” She asked as she walked towards him with a threatening look on her face. “You could have hurt them...” She pointed towards the two older men that had walked up behind her. It was obvious she wasn’t worried about her own safety, and Peter wondered to himself why that was so. He was soon interrupted, as he kept a blank look on his face and didn’t answer at all. “Don’t you remember us? I’m Claire your niece? Noah my father?...and Mohinder?’ She asked Peter with a worried look on her face, not knowing whether or not her Uncle was ok. Peter just stared at her as the names that she mentioned triggered memories upon memories to appear before his mind’s eye.

*Flashback, Peter’s Memories* The first person that he remembered was Mohinder...the first person he had come to when he thought he had powers...although they didn’t work together first, they would become friends, sort of....He remembered the way Mohinder had been researching how to make powers and then how to remove them...How he had been pulled into the company, and how he had been manipulated by everyone around him…yet he had still fought for the side of good when the time came…He was a good friend….*Peter’s memory then jumped to Claire and Noah…* He remembered meeting his blond haired niece the first time at her school……how he saved her from someone he couldn’t exactly remember….how she had become one of his fast friends….how she had saved his life, when had been dead by using her know-how of their powers, and how she was prepared to kill him, when he knew he was going to explode….And then later on, how she helped him escaped from The Company…and eventually how they managed to restore peace to the world.….although Peter could not remember what or who caused the horror in the first place….Lastly he remembered Claire’s father Noah, how he had always been there for her, with always the best intentions in mind….*End Flashback, Peter’s memories”

Peter held his head in his hands as the memoires he had lost, came flooding back into his brain, although this time the pain quickly subsided, faster then it had before. It must be Claire’s power…healing… Peter thought to himself as he straightened up and looked his niece in the eye, before embracing her. “Of course I remember you Claire…my favourite niece…” He smiled as she hugged him back, responding. “Peter…I’m your only niece…” He let go of her, as she laughed and greeted Mohinder and Noah, asking the usual questions, such as how they were and what they doing. He was however extremely happy, he had recovered almost all of his important memories, there was only one person missing from his thoughts, and that one was the most important of all. Sylar….

HappyHeartless

09-04-2009, 09:21 AM

There was no hesitation whatsoever as Alexstrasza surged forward, a fiery lance forming in her right hand. As she stabbed it towards Deathwing’s chest he simply sidestepped it and laughed. A burst of red light appeared at his feet, and the earth started to split apart.
Neltharion the earth warder, the aspect of the black dragonflight, tasked with looking over the earth itself, and the deep places in Azeroth. Destructive magic of huge power was his game, and after consuming the famed artifact known as “the dragonsoul” – becoming Deathwing in the process – his powers only grew.
Still laughing he shot a dark bolt of fire down into one of the cracks, and streams of cursed fire exploded outwards. Controlling them with his mind, they started to twist and turn to his will, going where he wanted them to. At the flick of a wrist, every pillar of fire started towards Alexstrasza, virtually surrounding her.

The dragonqueen stood still amidst the cracks and the fire, focusing her own magic energies. The black fire of Deathwing seemingly collided with her, causing a blinding light to surge out. When the light faded, a heap of black ash was where Alexstrasza had been moments before. As the ash slowly fell to the ground or was blown away by the gentle wind, they revealed a barricade made by sturdy trees. Alexstrasza had called them out from the ground in the last second, protecting her from harm.

”This is uselesssssss, black one. We can compete with magic until our near never-ending poolssss of mana run out, and it still will get us nowhere!”
Her body was already halfway transformed, and the rest of the transformation came quickly. Playing along, Deathwing transformed, competing with Alexstrasza in size.
”I thought I was the impatient one!” he replied, mockingly.

A clash of great forces was about to begin; Anger, hate, life and light was about to battle hellfire, darkness, shadows and evil.
It was a showdown worthy of ancient times.

Zai

09-06-2009, 05:34 PM

"You did well, just as we all knew you would"

Itachi turned around to try to find the source of the voice, as he saw a man standing there. The man had straight long white hair, and he wielded a long sword, holding it in his right hand. He had a dark wing, a black dark right wing to be precise, and he had a shoulderpad on each shoulder. The blade of the man's sword seemed to be extremely long, and he had suspenders on his chest which formed into a cross. He seemed to be wearing some sort of long coat, and his face resembled no emotion, as if, all of his emotions had died long ago, or perhaps, he was born without emotions. The dark aura around this man was clear to Itachi, and it was as if he was darkness itself, the look he gave Itachi, the emotionless look, it seemed as if...this man was a creation from a darkness.

"Who are you?" Itachi asked, looking right at the man. "I am Cloud's Darkness, I am, Sephiroth," the man responded. "All of these people you have fought, are not from your past, they are different, they are demons which took on the form of the people from your past," the man explained. "I in fact, am a demon as well," the man said, "But I still hold the form, and the power, of a man born from the darkness, of a man, who is in fact, the darkness of Cloud," the man explained. "Who is Cloud?" Itachi asked. "Cloud...is in a way, just like you...he holds a dark past, and he was once a good man, of course, until I came," the man said. His face still expressed no emotion as he said these things.

"Why are you all here, fighting me?" Itachi asked. "It's simple...because this is a game," the man replied. Itachi looked at the man with his Sharingan eyes, his Sharingan still being activated, as the man looked up at Itachi's eyes and noticed his Sharingan was activated. "I see, your eyes are powerful," the man said. "Have you come for a fight? I'm busy right now," Itachi said. "Your business isn't going to be looking for a way out of here, your business is going to be trying to survive," the man replied. Suddenly Itachi's eyes began changing, while he and the man still maintained eye contact. "Mangekyo Sharingan," Itachi said as the three tomoe in his Sharingan eyes began changing position, moving around, as now his eyes were different, and much stronger. "Tsukuyomi," Itachi said as suddenly everything around them began changing.

The man looked around, he saw he was in another world now. The figures in this world were of a grayscale, inverted color whereas the background had a blood-red appearance, while a red moon in the sky casted a red light throughout the world, this being the reason the world's background had a blood-red appearance. This world seemed like some illusion, but it also seemed so real. The man then noticed he didn't have his sword, and he was tied to a pole, unable to escape the pole, as it also seemed the man's powers were deactivated. The man could see there was water around the ground, and he could also see, a few feet away, was Itachi, holding a sword.

"This is my Tsukuyomi, the true power of the Sharingan," Itachi explained as he walked over to the man, and thrust the sword right at the man's side, the sword's blade going right through the man. The man didn't react except with a cough of blood, as he noticed the pain was all too real in this world, and another thing about this world, was that it was impossible to die...

"Many people talk about not dying, they wish for it, they hope for it, they do everything in their power to achieve immortality, but..." Itachi said as he stabbed the man with the sword's blade, this time the sword going right through the man's chest. "With an eternity of life, comes an eternity of pain, and immortality, is just that, sacrificing yourself to the pain of the world just to live longer, through that same pain, would drive you into insanity, just as this is right now," Itachi said as he stabbed the man again, this time in his heart. The man coughed out more blood and he grunted in pain. Suddenly there was another Itachi next to the one that faced a man, and another, as soon enough, there was an army of Itachis with swords surrounding the man tied the pole. "The Tsukuyomi brings you immortality, and a life-long time of pain and agony, to drive you to the point of insanty where you want to kill yourself, and end your immortality right there, but you can't, because you already made a deal you wouldn't do that, and now, you are bound to this world for good," Itachi said as suddenly multiple swords were thrust at the man, and they all stabbed right into him from all sides, stabbing through important organs, through his head, through his arms and legs, through everywhere. "Your immortality begins here, and ends never," Itachi said as the man coughed out more blood and more swords flew at the man, the blades all stabbing and cutting right through him.

"AHHHHHHHHHH!" the man yelled in pain as he looked around. He was back where he was earlier, back in the same twisted world, as he looked over and saw Itachi nearby. Itachi's Mangekyo Sharingan eyes reverted to their normal Sharingan forms, the three tomoe moving around and again surrounding the center of the pupil, with that same black dot right in the center of the pupil again. The man looked down and saw he had no wounds, and he had his swords in powers back, as he looked up at Itachi and then again had no emotion on his face. "I am darkness itself, and insanity, combined with darkness, is simply more darkness," Sephiroth said as he suiddenly disappeared, having teleported to right behind Itachi as he brought his sword right down onto Itachi. Itachi turned around and pulled out his kunai, countering the sword with his kunai as the both of them clashed. Sephiroth began flapping his right wing to increase the push with his sword, and he held his sword's handle with both hands, as he began pushing away Itachi's kunai, the kunai's blade, and the sword's blade, getting closer to Itachi's face.

Suddenly Itachi kicked Sephiroth right in the gut with his knee, making Sephiroth stumble back and stop clashing with Itachi as Itachi rushed up to Sephiroth with an incredible speed and thrust his kunai at Sephiroth's chest. Sephiroth quickly swung his sword over, countering Itachi's kunai but making Sephiroth stumble back even more, as soon enough Sephiroth regained his balance and focus, and then ran at Itachi. He began slashing at Itachi with an amazing speed, in fact, the speed was so powerful it would be almost impossible to catch up with without Itachi's Sharingan, as Itachi countered every attack with his kunai, and began slashing at Sephiroth with a speed matching Sephiroth's, or perhaps with a speed even faster than Sephiroth's, as he began pushing Sephiroth back. "It's time to die!" Sephiroth yelled as he slashed his sword at Itachi. Itachi quickled slashed his kunai right back at Sephiroth, the collision of Sephiroth's sword's blade and Itachi's kunai's blade sending them both back, Itachi sliding on his feet several inches away whereas Sephiroth was sent sliding on his feet back, but little did he know, there was the edge of the ground there, and right behind him was a long and harsh fall.

"W-wh-wha-!" Sephiroth yelled as he fell back and fell off the edge of the cliff. Itachi sighed as he prepared to put away his kunai, when he saw Sephiroth suddenly fly back up, using his dark wing as a way to get back up in the air. Suddenly a pink glow began surrounding Sephiroth, or perhaps a more darkish pink glow, as Itachi knew, the real battle had just begun.

Sephiroth flew at Itachi with an amazing speed as he began slashing and cutting at him. Itachi ducked and countered with his kunai, trying his best to keep up. To anyone watching this battle, would think these both were superhuman, or perhaps inhuman with their amazing speed, as the sound of the clashing of kunai and sword, and the quick slashes and cuts and thrusts, filled the air around them. Suddenly a cut appeared on Itachi's left shoulder, the result of Sephiroth bringing his sword down on Itachi's shoulder with powerful strength and fierce might. If Itachi hadn't moved as fast as he did, Sephiroth would've cut off his left shoulder, possibly his left shoulder along with his entire left arm. As Sephiroth pulled his sword back, readying it for another attack, Itachi saw his window of opportunity and he thrust his kunai at Sephiroth's chest, as Sephiroth quickly jumped away, Itachi getting a cut right on Sephiroth's chest and cutting the two suspenders on Sephiroth's chest.

Sephiroth jumped back and flew up into the air, as he began gathering up his power and suddenly what appeared to be huge fireballs, or perhaps huge fiery comets, rained down from the sky down on Itachi. "Fire Style: Grand Fireball Jutsu!" Itachi yelled as he built up chakra in his chest, and he put away his kunai as he formed two fingers of his right hand into a circle, putting the circle over his mouth as he released the chakra, right when he released it out of his mouth he formed it into fire chakra as he built up and unleashed a huge fireball going up at the things raining from the sky. The fireball roared its way over as it collided with the comets/fireballs headed for Itachi and destroyed them, the fireballs/comets hitting the area around Itachi leaving a huge burnt ground around him, as Sephiroth began falling down, the pink glow from him escaping. His attacks weren't that powerful because the strain on his body from the Tsukuyomi, and the phychological trauma he recieved and the strain on his body he got began wearing his down, as he fell down to the ground, struggling to get up, holding his sword as he crawled over to Itachi. "You're finished," Itachi said as he threw his kunai at Sephiroth's head, the kunai stabbing right into it as Sephiroth fell down, Sephiroth's struggling and crawling ending, Sephiroth now being dead.

HappyHeartless

09-06-2009, 10:20 PM

Alexstrasza took a deep breath then unleashed it; several massive bolts of fire exploded up from her throat and out towards Deathwing. The black dragon craned his neck and unleashed a deafening roar, so powerful that it dissipated the fireballs before they even reached him. The defensive move had bought Alexstrasza a couple of extra seconds though, and she before Deathwing could react, she was upon him. Propelling her huge body towards him with her wings, she crashed into his side and slashed him wherever she could manage with her claws. Most of her attacks were protected against by his dark scales, but she managed to wound the upper part of his face, creating a rift that seeped blood down into his right eye.
Screaming in anger he twisted around and aimed for a powerful tail swipe at Alexstrasza’s head. She lifted up of the ground in the last second, but the powerful swipe caught her front legs, causing her to lose balance and crash to the ground. Having gained the upper hand, Deathwing heaved himself forward and bit down on Alexstrasza’s bared chest – an area without the protection of scales. It hurt, but the dragonqueen couldn’t help but to think that something was wrong. The attack didn’t feel as fierce as it should have, and Deathwing seemed slow – weak even.
Releasing another yet of fire from her throat she threw off her assailant and rolled over to her feet again. Channeling what little knowledge she had of the arcane, she released the power at Deathwings feet causing several spikes of ice to shoot up from the ground, trapping the black dragon between them. One of the spikes even grazed his throat, spilling even more blood to the ground.

Alexstrasza looked at the crimson red pool that was amassing at his feet, and held her attacks for just a moment.
”You have grown even stronger, queen.” Deathwing said, the last word sounded sarcastic and exaggerated.
"And you are weak." she replied. "You are not him."
Deathwing just laughed, his life slowly leaving him.
No, I am not. I am Deathwing as you last remembered him – weak and broken. Your memories have been taken away, and until you can retrieve them, they will continue to manifest in different shapes and creatures. Even though I am not Deathwing, I imagine you will gain pleasure in defeating me nonetheless…
He was not wrong.

Growling with a mixture of anger and pleasure, Alexstrasza surged forward and placed her fangs deep within Deathwings throat, ripping it apart. As the last of his life left him, he started disappearing, leaving no signs of ever having existed behind. Barely even tired she transformed back to her humanoid shape, disappointed that she hadn’t gotten the fight she felt she needed. ”This was supposed to be a showdown… this was supposed to settle things.” she thought.

“Well done, love. As expected of someone like you.”
Alexstrasza looked up and saw the man that had greeted her before, the one who was so similar to her. She could feel the something that was sleeping inside her stirring, and with great curiosity she asked:
“Who… are you?”

Roxas 1994

09-07-2009, 10:57 AM

Falling...

Solo was diminishing from existence. His thoughts were falling into the darkness that agonized his disillusioned soul, cramming that same irritating numbing impression the bore into his mind like a wicked scar that could not be removed. Throughout his life the Murain had wore mass amount of titles and roles: an guiltless child, a mournful adolescent, a vindictive spirit, an inexorable warrior, a perplexed villain, a rouge hero. It was astonishing, actually, seeing as how none of those positions no longer existed to any further extent. His recollections were obliterates, almost as quickly as his vanishing lineage. Perhaps this was a omitted blessing shrouded in disguise. How could sorrow and anguish pervade his heart when he could scarcely remember his moniker?

But how did he know he was granted with an immense fortune? He could not recall the calamities within his lifespan. This tentative pain no longer set a burden on Solo’s tattered shoulders. It felt so… liberating, to not suffer the taunting, horrific depression that constantly tortured his fatigued psyche. Pleasure and glee somehow reentered his being. He had once again become a blank slate. He had no history to reflect upon, no qualms to contemplate on. This “disease” had become some sort of definitive salvation for his sanity. He abided by no name, nothing that would confine him to who he used to be. There were no more limitation, no boundaries, to the cluster of emotions the blockaded his true heart! He was finally… free!

The temperate, drenched soil finally caught up with his velocity, and collided with his paralyzed, taut frame. The unforeseen, irregular collision dealt no jar of ache that would subdue his vigorous structure; it was a more of a revelation than anything else. The boy’s secured eyelids hastily unhinged themselves, revealing the lustrous crimson gawk his eternally displayed. An aggravating array of vivid, surplus illumination assaulted the corneas in his eyes, causing mayhem within his obstinate cranium.

The… sun?

The sizzling mirage burned into the achieves of his memoirs. A multitude of white patches of a silky substance languidly danced around the exposed azure sky, dazzling his senseless gaze. An assembly of murky, petite silhouettes fluttered across the majestic painting in the heavens, imitating the same serene echo as the birds that dwelled within his forsaken planet. For a monotonous moment in time, he had forgotten what species made that alluring vibration within the atmosphere, but his logic soon clashed with his evaporating intellect. He had forgotten his memories, but these frequent sounds would perpetually remain his skull.

A supreme twinge of tremendous pain coursed throughout the Murrain’s forearms as he yearned to shift. His warm, pastel palms clearly swept across the refined sediment beneath his existence, and extending a fragile force. He propelled his chest forward, bringing his futile sight forward. A customary facade of brilliant tints intruded through the everlasting vertigo that disturbed his bewildered essence.

Where am I?

The dark outline of dim shadows sketched a exceptional portrait of several constructions, and the mischievous melody of children laughing amplified the sensation of tranquility. Diminutive, ductile pallets of emerald grass ran across his fingertips. This sanctum was so composed, so relaxed. There was no grief, dejection, or angst. There was only hilarity and delight among its inhabitants. This location seemed extremely proverbial to his unqualified mind, but he could not place a direct accusation just yet.

This place was Echo Ridge, which was a residence he knew all too well. Of course, he did not acknowledge that factor now.

“Who am I?”

Wzrdto25

09-07-2009, 08:54 PM

will update with pic later...my site host isn't working.

ROUND 4 - EVENT 1

The area around you starts to smoke and fade. The challenge created by the Magic Elders has been met and the terrain begins to fade. Now the dragon egg and wind gems begin glowing brightly. They crack down the side and reveal a bright energy. This energy opens up a dimensional gate, if used correctly it will take you anywhere you want to go. You must choose one place you want to go and escape.

VenFan

09-08-2009, 01:30 AM

An interweaving flash of enraged lightning rushed through the air, flickering glints of gold and azure bursting forth from their crude patterns. The serrated screw of energy surged from the adolescent’s lengthy, emaciated limb and toward the viera, irradiating her murky, opaque surroundings, as well as her adversary. Her deep, blood-red eyes scrutinized the rough bolt of electricity that menacingly advanced closer toward her, studying the velocity in which it approached. Tenacious and unfaltering, she stood firm.

In a hasty act of impulse, both of her arms ascended, centered to her breastplate. She could feel the gentle, delicate touch of the light Mist tickle her bronze skin. She accepted its miraculous presence, allowing it to tenderly imbue itself into her body. She was one with the Mist.

Taking the reins of its mystic power, the maiden let its magickal aura seep in, allowing it to flow through her body. It clenched tightly onto her soul as she prepared to take action. Gushing to her supple hands, the Mist surrounded them. Preparations were complete as she liberated herself into the suitable mentality.

“Shell!”

Instantly, the Mist around her began to consolidate, solidifying into a smooth-edged, translucent barrier. The lethal bolt of lightning surged onto the jade safeguard, the battlefield illuminating into a polychromatic spectacle, shimmering far and wide. The jade barrier fragmented upon contact with the bolt, the crystalline spell consuming the brilliant glow. Still, another existed. Its radiant presence beamed from the woman’s left leg, erupting from the protective covering concealing it. Her left arm descended to her pelvis, then the lower left side of her hip. Her extensive fingernails tickled her thigh as they slid down. The feeling of an even, glossy mineral rested on her fingertips. As her hand arose, the item rested within her palm - the gem.

The stone flared in conflicting colors into Fran’s eyes. The brilliance was burning, yet beautiful. Ignoring the boy before her, her eyelids squinted, attempting to look into the jewel. Its marvelous glow did not cease to amaze her. Her fingers gradually loosening their grip onto the gem, it fell into the warm, permeable embrace of her palm. The sound of fracturing cut-glass filled her ears. The brilliance within the stone was too much for even itself to control. Within a matter of second of its atmospheric exposure, the stone, much like her Shell spell, suffered a shattering end.

Her right arm ascended to her face in an act of protection. The fragments of the gemstone crashed onto her raven mail, lightly scratching its rigid, bitter exterior. As her eyes finally began to reveal themselves once more, another phenomenon filled her sight. What was once a gleaming jewel was now a rupture in reality itself - a dim, mysterious rift leading to the unknown. Countless questions burglarized her mind, yet only one stood out the most - where would it take her next?

The viera peered into the fissure in curiosity, and what she beheld was a familiar sight - the very same verdant, forest-like environment that she witnessed before, where she detected the younger, bunny-like archer - where she detected herself.

The rift called to her, and without hesitation, she answered.

Yellow Flash

09-08-2009, 03:15 AM

Peter wandered through the city aimlessly, he had already said goodbye to Claire, her father and Mohinder. As he knew that he had to find one more memory before he would be content. He knew that he had not fully discovered himself yet and that there was still something missing, this is what he was looking for know, the last bit of his past, the last piece of a puzzle that he had been searching for since he arrived in the city. He wondered if he should use any of his powers, such as teleportation or flying to help him find the person he was looking for. But he knew that he shouldn’t, and that was why he was wandering. I wonder...what will happen... Peter started a thought in his head, but was soon interrupted by a sound behind him. He whirled around and only had seconds to dodge the ice spike that had been aimed at his head. He quickly dodged and then brought his head back up to see who had thrown the deadly projectile at him. There in front of him was the person he had been searching for, a tall man with short black hair, and a seemingly permanent grin on his face. Although Peter still could not place him in his mind, he knew that the man was the person he had been looking for. ‘Who are you?” He asked before his enemy could speak a word. “Don’t you remember me Peter?...I am Sylar!” The man shouted out as he sent another ice shard as his mortal enemy. Peter dodged it again, and then his mind started to work overtime as this last memory tired to find a spot in his turmoil brain.

*Flashback: Peter’s thoughts* He remembered meeting Sylar for the first time, when he was protecting Claire from the monster that was trying to kill her. He remembered how that monster was Sylar and how he had almost died from him...he then remembered the fight in Kirby Plaza, and how he had managed to bring Sylar down, before Hiro stabbed him through the chest...The next time he met his enemy was when he found out that they were “supposedly” brothers...that knowledge almost destroyed him, and he almost killed his mother because of it... the next time was when his enemy threw him out a window and he almost died...and then when he watched Sylar kill his father in front of him, since he was to week to do it...The next time was when he tricked Sylar and captured him...although he couldn’t remember anything from there...*End Flashback*

Peter came back to reality holding his head in his hands as he finally knew who he was. He looked up, and expected to see Sylar charging towards him for another attack. But all he saw was his enemy looking at him and waving goodbye. “Good luck” Sylar muttered as the terrain around Peter slowly started to fade away around him and smoke began to emit from the buildings as they disappeared into the air that they had been. Peter was scared, as he didn’t know how he was going to get out of this one. It was then that he felt something inside the pocket of his ripped and torn jeans. He reached his hand inside and pulled out the wind gem from the last round. It seemed that it was glowing with energy out a slight crack that was coming out of its side. What do I do?... Peter wondered to himself, as more and more of the landscape around him slowly melted away into nothing. “I just want to go home!” He yelled out into the disorientating atmosphere around him. As soon as he said those words, the wind gem leapt out of his hands and formed a human sized gate in front of him. It was however hazy and foggy around the edges. Peter slowly walked towards it and looked through it. He could dimly see a house in the distance that looked like home. Would it work?... Peter wondered as the world around him was almost gone. He quickly summoned pictures of his family and friends to mind, and jumped into the dimensional gate; putting his life in the hands of beings who had created the wind gem. He closed his eyes as the gate closed around him, and thought of his family who he wanted to see again, and slowly fell asleep as the gate transported him to home.

Zai

09-08-2009, 05:57 AM

"From here on, things will only get tougher, this man was probably a taste of what's coming," Itachi muttered as he turned around and walked away from Sephiroth's body. Itachi's Sharingan disappeared from his eyes, Itachi deactivating his Sharingan as his eyes returned to their normal form. Itachi walked away, continuing his search on a way out of this strange world. Itachi looked around and seemed to encounter no people from his past for now, or at least, no faceless taking on the form of people of his past, nor did he encounter any faceless taking on the form of people he didn't know.

Suddenly something bright began glowing, as the area around Itachi began smoking and fading away. Itachi was wide-eyed and had a shocked expression on his face, as the world around him seemed to be falling apart and dying, as Itachi had to escape, and escape fast. Itachi looked around and saw the bright glow was coming from his comet, as he pulled out the wind gem that had been in his pocket. It seems I've forgotten about this, Itachi thought to himself as he watched the bright glow that was coming from the wind gem.

Suddenly the wind gem began cracking down the side, as Itachi quickly threw it away, thinking something horrible was going to come out of the wind gem, as suddenly the wind gem completely cracks and the shell of it falls apart, revealing a bright energy. The bright energy glowed with such a bright radiance, as Itachi watched as suddenly something began opening up. A dimensional gate has opened up in front of Itachi, as Itachi suddenly got a thought in his head. He had to pick a place to go to, a place to go to to escape this world that was falling apart.

"Where to go where to go?!" Itachi yelled, asking no one in particular as he began straining his mind, thinking of a place to go. Either I escape to somewhere, or I die right where I stand, Itachi thought to himself as the area around him continued to fall apart, smoking and fading away. A world as complex as this...was destined to fall apart, Itachi thought to himself as he went back to trying to think of a place to escape to. Itachi saw that soon enough the ground he stood on would smoke and fade away, and soon enough so would he.

Itachi could think of a lot of places he could go to. Akatsuki hideouts, Pain's home village, and there were many more places Itachi could go to. Perhaps to an old Uchiha warehouse, or to an old Uchiha hideout, there were so many choices, and there was so little time.

Itachi felt the pressure, as now he wasn't thinking straight, everything was happening so fast. The only thing he could do was blurt out the first thing that came from his mouth. He opened his mouth and yelled "Konoha! The Village Hidden in the Leaves!" as suddenly a fierce wind started up around Itachi while the area around him continued to smoke and fade. Itachi had blurted out this answer because Konohagakure, which meant the Village Hidden in the Leaves, and was called Konoha for short, was the place he really missed. Itachi jumped into the dimensional gate, as he was teleported back to his old home; Konoha.

Xuan

09-08-2009, 11:08 AM

Fire extinguisher. Just what I need! The diligent hands quickly scoop out the life-saving container and sprayed a bellowing roar of carbon dioxide on the burning house. Still, the unforgiving flames burned on, consuming the house as if unopposed by the strong blast. A minute later the last foam was drained, the red container emptied. Nothing left. But the fire's still there, Ueki noted as his legs began to turn, I gotta find something else to stop the flames.

Thus he was trapped in this endless loop to save the Sun House.

He cannot remember exactly when did the building came to existence, to rise before his eyes like an overgrown tree and enveloped his vision. With murmurs of the past and promising, wonderful dreams his empty-filled heart simply followed. Gave in.

He cannot bear the thought of losing anymore purposes in his life. He cannot bear the responsibility that he was the one who shattered that purpose, a purpose he cannot remember yet knew it to be the core of his entire belief, and that belief is...

The house is burning, he thought, surprisingly emotionless, I need to put out the fire! A fire extinguisher conveniently showed up beside him and he took it and sprayed. It failed though, there was no change to the imminent destruction of the Sun House. It was a place where... where...

I can't remember...

One by one the memories at hand slipped right before his eyes, and yet he was blinded to that fact because of his grief and pain. Blinded, by a simple promise that he could fix it somehow, through unknown and mysterious means, but right now, putting out the flames seemed to be an excellent idea. Where is the fire extinguisher? Foam sprayed messily over the burning concrete, Why won't it stop?

I think if I put out the flames then we will be saved! Whether it was his inner voice though, remains to be seen. Somehow though, even as he picked up that accursed thing for the hundredth times and squeezed, a crucial question suddenly popped into his head, and for the first time doubt felt like steel in hands. Strong, resillent, reassuring. Almost immediately something tugged at that dangerous thought, pulling it away from his grasp like a tug of war. With him holding the slippery fabric covered in oil. In that second though, that struggle broke through his imaginary prison and gave him the ultimate truth.

Is everyone saved? Everyone?

Like a chain connecting the other they hooked onto each other and grew long and strong. The blackhole sucking him in suddenly seemed so much fragile, so small. Questions, popping out like colorful balloons and winning popularity over that dull, burning colors of ugly concrete. Who is everyone? Why am I here? It doesn't matter if the house is down, more importantly is everyone out? Was there anyone in it at all? Why am I here? Who am I? Why can't I remember? Why -

Finally his emotions emerged as president, severing the line of hold over his weakened mind completely as he slashed at the overwhelming shadows, "Where the hell do you think you're going? Ranma!" Then it was gone, shrieking away like the fade it has always been. Nothing.

"If so, then, who am I? I have lost so much, I can't recall anything..." He whispered. This fragmented world is dangerous and full of danger, he knew, but where could he go? Like them, he was literally ripped apart from what he was. Now, scattered and messed up, how on earth could he fix, to make it whole once more?

He can't even remember his own name. His fists tightened as rage surged through him. "This isn't fair," He clenched his teeth, trembling, "This is not justice."

Justice? Not long ago, didn't he uphold it like it was his life? Kobayashi-sensei, the startled boy buzzed around some more and found more memories, "Yes, yes! I remember! Kobayashi, Inumaru, Hideyoshi, Sano, Rinko, Tenko, Robert, Anon, Former God, Wool, Nagara, Haiji, Sora!... Ungh... Everyone!" The boy dropped to both knees and cried not for sadness, but true happiness. Gallons of tears gushed out of his tear ducts as he remembered everyone, every single friend of his, all those details that was once gone and now regained, the complete memories of his life, giving it meaning, existence and a final sense of... whole.

Still, there was one person he cannot face. He looked up, shameful, a watery image of a pretty girl standing in front of him, smiling. With a final wipe of his tears he stared straight into her eyes and said, "I'm sorry... Ai."

As she faded away, he could almost hear her yelling at him to beat the crap out of the one who did this. So he will, not only for everyone and everything, not only because of justice, but also for himself. He slammed his fist into another, a snarl of determination in his face. The eyes turned pure and fiery, staring into the outskirts of nowhere.

Who are you?

"I - am - Ueki Kosuke! Wind Gem!" Out of pure instinct he snatched the wonderful orb of air elemental and thrust it to the front, and with a commanding voice he roared, "Earth, Japan!" The glowing gem instantly burst into shafts of brilliant light as it illuminated like a second sun, revealing a portal towards his beloved home. He took one last look at the devastated worlds behind him, worlds completely sundered to their very core.

There was no turning back. "I have come home." He whispered, and leaped through the dimensional gate.

HappyHeartless

09-08-2009, 11:30 AM

“You know.” He replied, and Alexstrasza knew it was true.
He started fading now – he and his surroundings.
“Wait-“ she said, but was cut off. The man lifted his hand and pointed at Alexstrasza’s pouch. “I gave it to you, remember? And within it is your key to freedom.”
The pouch was glowing a strange blue light. Alexstrasza wondered what it could be, then she remembered: The dragon egg gem… she still had it. She lifted it out of the pouch and stared at its brilliance for a moment, mesmerized. When she looked up again, the man was gone, and she found herself in a small barren wasteland which reminded her much of a desert, with red sand and earth. She could see that the wasteland was within a fading city, although its borders were far away.
“Krasus… Korialstrasz; I remember now.”
Her memories were slowly coming back in a steady, soothing wave. The more she remembered, the more shame she felt.

”I lost it. she thought, I lost it and I acted like a fool; like a common beast. vowing to never let her feelings take control again, she looked up if a determined stare and gripped the dragon egg gem. Focusing her magic she tried communicating with the gem. Show me the way; where do I go?
In the form of a shining blue orb the gem responded. The orb materialized next to the gem, floating mid air, bobbing up and down. As Alexstrasza reached out to touch it, it reacted and flew off.
Fast!
Without a moment to waste Alexstrasza picked up her pace and followed the orb. It was heading for the east side of the city that was slowly fading, where she could see a large archway in the distance. She couldn’t quite tell for sure, but it looked like the ones she had encountered earlier in this peculiar chain of events.

Thoughts of her home world overwhelmed her – Are everyone ok? Have I been gone long? Will they be okay? I miss it so. – and sooner than she would have expected she stood before the archway. The blue orb was now hovering silently in the middle, waiting for something. Walking forwards with arms raised, Alexstrasza lifted the dragon egg gem up to the orb so that they met. A crack in the dragon egg gem widened, and the moment they touched a bright flash momentarily blinded the dragonqueen, and then both the gem and the orb was gone. In its stead; another portal.

“I did not see that coming…” she whispered, sarcastically, then walked through.

Roxas 1994

09-09-2009, 04:59 AM

This world… He had no idea what majestic factors this realm endured. The soft rhapsody of a child’s laughter erupted from the sound barrier, reverberating into his perplexed sense of hearing. The air reeked of extreme bliss, the flowers releasing an alluring stench of appeal and sweetness. The bountiful shards of grass and plantation lightly pressed against his quivering palms, tickling his tense nerves. His finger tips were sullied with patches of soil and grim, resulting from the push to reality.

This place is… familiar, in a way.

The monotonous rapture of a canine barking clogged his eardrums, withdrawing the several other joyous clatter that filled his heart and mind. This location was so serene, so tranquil. The unperturbed tone almost soothed his anxiety of not discerning his true identity. It felt as if nothing else really mattered; he was so intrigued by this lone site. Of course, life would never be effortless on his fatigued structure. He was not permitted to stay in this wonderful fantasy for the rest of his pitiful lifespan, wandering without a factual character or a rationale purpose.

“Solo!!”

That name… It brought a jeering pain within the mind of the Murain. The wicked texture felt as if an immoral hand was crushing his fragile skull, and increasing the pressure every moment a therapeutic breath past the warrior’s pallid lips. Memories, images he did not even wish to see, flashed inside his psyche, showing him thorough drawing of his previous life. Fragmented words spoke to him, in the same tone the mystifying voice that had just spoken to him possessed. That was his name. These images of himself… He turned whenever a being beckoned his existence. There was no denying his influential forename and presence. His appropriate label was ‘Solo’, and his remembrance informed him that.

My name is… Solo!

The abrupt realization brought him back to his senses as he hurriedly fixed his atrocious posture and stood upwards. The unknown origin of the voice that called for him had resonated behind his mortal company. He knew that pitch somehow, but at the same time he did not recognize it. For some odd reason, the harmony of the tone infuriated him. The immature tenor made his special blood boil with anger and jealousy. In one swift motion of his legs, he revolved his abnormally clothed body in the contrary direction, facing the owner of the medley.

A violet tinge tainted his gaze, partially shading his scarlet glimpse. He immediately perceived the lavender visor the acted as an impenetrable safeguard for its unyielding host. Utter black gloves and boots customized his attire, with lines of gold and silver that started from his knees and ran up his slender sides. White, spiky hair that roughly corresponded with his own poked from the open cavity of his slick, sheen helmet. A bizarre, habitual sign of his pedigree gleamed on his chest, and the runes of ancient spread afar just above the confined eyewear and on his helmet. However, the most noticeable factor was the grotesque, pulsating aura that enveloped his adversary’s right forearm. This mere teen appeared precisely like Solo, except he had experienced some sort of metamorphosed and evolved from the nominal human degree.

“Who… Who are you?” the son of Mu brusquely announced, a slight impression of awe interrupting his words. “You look… just like me.”

“I’m Rogue,” his identical equivalent stated, even in the same exact tone as the apprehensive youth. “I’m your other half.”

My other half?

This authoritative counterpart knew about the situation at hand, and seized his moment to aid his confused human half. Somehow, his electromagnetic alias broke away from the margins of Solo’s essence, confessing his own existence. It was true, he was the half that held his immense power, but without his forgotten human half there was no humanity left within him. Every fact that made him a simple individual of Earth had dispersed into residue and deposited into a hollow void. They were, purely, two side of the same coin. One could not move on through the competition without the other. But first, his compassion and civilization would have to recollect their past!

“Neither of us can move on until you remember who you really are,” Rogue bluntly said, mimicking the same stance as his human persona. “Unlock the final door and remember who you are, Solo!”

Remember who I am?

A twinge of colossal, intolerable tenderness exploded from the limitation within the human being’s mentality, conveying him to his knees, staining the beautiful aquamarine trousers he wore. The world around him went into a complete vacuum of nothingness. The emerald grass leisurely dissolved from his sense of feeling. The eternal heavens above that drafted a boundless painting liquefied away. His reality diminished from survival, illuminating the forged nightmare he was about to partake in. There was absolutely naught in front of him, apart from mysterious gray door that rapidly materialized before his bemused spirit.

“You have a choice, Solo,” the voice of his equal echoed throughout the intimidating dusk. “Open the door and discover who you truly are, or runaway from your life and never discover what happened to you.”

The boy’s weary gaze slowly lifted towards the blank, universal passageway to his resolve. He could finally detect who he really was, and what happened throughout his past. But what happened if he did not like what he would distinguish? This was his chance, and perchance the only opportunity, to look away from any scorn or aggression. It would be an entirely pristine foundation to a new beginning.

But what if I lose any happy memories I’ve had?

“I can’t turn away from who I really am,” Solo verbally proclaimed as his positioned his hand around the metallic knob. “All of those memories, happy or sad, are my memories. They’re special to me.”

In a swift motion, he shifted his bodyweight forward and turned the dial, just as if he was performing some sort of eccentric dance. The walkway was finally clear, and an eruption of brilliant light discarded the gloom the shrouded him. The rest of his recollection swarmed his mind, coming back to him at one instant in time. Slowly but surely, the two parts of the same whole started to intertwine together and become one individual once again.

The spherical crystallized egg he initially cultivated from the mystical brute that he had collected from the past round easily levitated against the purple aura that encircled Rogue’s right palm. The child of the ancients was fully swathed in the black shielding, protecting his imperative body. The two sides, Solo and Rogue, had merged into one, resulting in his supreme conversion.

“Hmph… I am Solo. I am Rogue. I remember every about Mu, about my life, about him...”

Unexpectedly, the fabric of the laws of reality shifted in Solo’s favor, deteriorating to reveal a dim vortex of stars and transportation. This would be his ticket out of this deplorable “memory line”.

IndieJocky

09-11-2009, 02:04 AM

The movements went by so quickly. Neku watched the lightning soar through the air, towards the woman. SHe stood her ground for the first few milliseconds. Then suddenly she began to raise her hands up to her chest. A sudden blue mist began to encircle her, twisting itself around her figure. It began to snake it's way all around her covering her in a thin layer of it.

Suddenly, it began to fade away and almost disappear yet the glow did not fade. If anything it became stronger. Then the color began to converge at her hands giving them a bright blue glow that made Neku squint. From her lips she formed the word Shell. The blue glow expanded from her hands and blocked Neku's lightning strikes. The lights blinded Neku and he had to turn his head away. The brightness did not fade for a few seconds and even after that, Neku's vision was still spotty. When he final regained his composure he looked back towards where the woman had stood but she was not there. As he looked around for the women a glow caught his eye.

His pocket was glowing a bright gold. He reached into his pocket, tentatively. He pulled out the wind gem he had taken in the previous world. It glowed brightly in his hand. A large crack began to travel up the side of the gem. Another crossed it's path creating an 'X'. More and more cracks began to form until a piece of the gem fell off revealing it to be hollow but filled with a mysterious golden fog. It began to seep out of it's prison and floated towards Neku's face. In the center it began to clear up but instead of being met with the distant landscape he was met with a bustling metropolis.

People walked around not acknowledging his presence. A large tall building stood in the distance with a large glowing 104 printed on the top. Under it a large TV screen flashed images of models prancing down runways with ridiculous outfits that everyone praised. Young girls in school uniforms chattered with their phones open. They giggled happily at something whne someone spoke.

"You should have seen it The Prince F'ed that new show that premiered last night. Ratings went down to almost nothing by the second commercial."

"I know, right! I started hating it after The Prince pointed it out. Well guys I have to go I'm meeting someone by Kat Street at that hip new cafe. See you tomorrow."

The girls waved their goodbyes and parted ways. Neku felt so drawn to this place. The discord gave him hope. The absolute idiotic nature made him feel alive. The portal began to grow without his knowledge and without thinking Neku knew what he needed.

"This is where I want to be."

He took a step forward and welcomed the chaos of the other side. He never felt so happy.