Post by AngelicTragedy on Jul 17, 2006 23:00:33 GMT -5
A pair of solid shoes crushed already broken glass that lay strewn across the ground. The clear solid was ground into a fine sparkling powder as the heels of each foot ground them into the rough asphalt of the ancient road near the now crumbled hideout of a known group of organized criminals. A hint of blood wafted in the wind and around the calm figure that ambled over the field of glass. The shadow of a young man strode down the pitch black road towards the bright lights of the city nearby. As he neared the outskirts of the city, the dim light of the bad part of town eliminated his body.
His mid length brown hair hung around his face, its amber highlights seemed to shine in the shallow streetlights. A brown goatee graced his sharp chin like a banner of age. His emerald green eyes bit slightly at the ground like a pair of lasers slicing through a thin sheet of tin. His tanned complexion made his bright eyes stand out even more and made his clothing appear all the more subdued. A loose white beater hung from his broad shoulders and clung to the liner of his smooth black suit jacket. A pair of worn blue jeans hung low on his waist and came almost to the ground, suspended by a black mesh belt. The ends of the legs were frayed from being walked on and discolored from many walks in the rain. A pair of brown skater shoes protected his feet and appeared to almost fall of his feet with each step. The young man could not have been more than 18, and in fact he was 18.
The youth strode on with his hands in his pockets and his face towards the ground as if a great worry was resting on his shoulders. A piercing light flashed before his eyes as he glanced up to see a car turning into a driveway near him. The homes in this area were quite worn down and dark. It was a rough neighborhood and no one really ever came out of their homes if they could help it. It was also the home to a hideout of the same criminal organization that the young man had just walked away from. A dull smile formed on his face as the brightly lit windows of a large house appeared in the distance. The youths steps quickened as he neared the gate. A large, bold lock rested on the rod iron gate as a massive diversion. The youth simply smiled and placed his palm on the lock.
The iron in his body began to vibrate and channel through his veins and arteries to his right hand. The iron moved at a fevered pace and created an ultrasonic wave of sorts. The metal that composed the lock began to crumble and fell to the ground useless. The gate swung open and the young man entered with a larger smile forming on his face. The door ripped off its hinges as another ultrasonic wave burst from the mans hand, but this time at a greater distance. Three men appeared inside and produced firearms from their pockets.
“Freeze you little idiot! We’ll shoot you dead if you don’t get out of here right now!” one man called out.
“Right, I’m really quaking in my boots. There were more men out in that old bunker than there are here and I took care of them easily. What makes you think you’re any different?” the young man stated as he pointed his fingers out like a gun, the index and middle fingers making the barrel.
He made three popping sounds with his mouth and with each pointed like he fired at each weapon the men before him held. Invisible waves of ultrasonic waves shot forward and broke the pistols apart from the firing pin to the clip. The useless pieces of metal fell to the floor like a cold, hard rain. The older men looked on in amazement as they were rendered about as useful as children against an attacking lion. The youth stepped inside and hung his suit jacket up on a coat rack nearby. He lowered his hand and grinned slightly.
“I’ll ask you what I asked the others…Where is Olivia?! If you don’t tell me where she is I’ll be forced to do to you what I did to them!” the young man yelled powerfully.
“We don’t know where she is, we don’t even know who she is! The boss has his own points of business, we’re just here to take care of the locals and make sure that they pay up on their debts to us. We swear!” the second man cried in a state of pure fright.
“Wrong answer!” the young man yelled as he held his palm out to the man and began to make the iron in his blood vibrate again.
Waves of the ultrasonic sound coursed into the mans gut and began to shake his internal organs. The liver began to swell, the lungs collapse, and the heart slow. The man heaved towards the floor as blood and everything in stomach empted on the ground. The mans ribs cracked and crushed inwards as they ruptured his organs and slowly killed him, the most painful way possible. A gaze of pure anger appeared on the young mans face as he looked up at the two remaining men before him.
“That’s just a sample of what I can do, so if you don’t tell me where your boss is you’ll wide up like him, got me?” the youth asked.
“Ok! He’s up north somewhere right now! I’m not sure where but he has a base in the mountains somewhere! That’s all I know!” the third man called out as he fell to his knees.
“Thanks. I’ll just be on my way then. By the way…they call me Tyson. Make sure that you tell your boss that…When you meet up in hell.” Tyson stated calmly as he grabbed his jacket and walked out the door.
Tyson slung his jacket over his shoulder and began out into the street. Halfway out towards the street Tyson turned back towards the building and held his hand out again. This time the ultrasonic waves were audible and shook the foundation of the building till a loud crack was heard from under the ground. The building crumbled before his very eyes and a grin of pride washed across Tyson’s face. He whipped his jacket back on and began back down the street towards the direction that he knew as north.
"Olivia, I’m coming for you. I’ll find you no matter what."
His mid length brown hair hung around his face, its amber highlights seemed to shine in the shallow streetlights. A brown goatee graced his sharp chin like a banner of age. His emerald green eyes bit slightly at the ground like a pair of lasers slicing through a thin sheet of tin. His tanned complexion made his bright eyes stand out even more and made his clothing appear all the more subdued. A loose white beater hung from his broad shoulders and clung to the liner of his smooth black suit jacket. A pair of worn blue jeans hung low on his waist and came almost to the ground, suspended by a black mesh belt. The ends of the legs were frayed from being walked on and discolored from many walks in the rain. A pair of brown skater shoes protected his feet and appeared to almost fall of his feet with each step. The young man could not have been more than 18, and in fact he was 18.
The youth strode on with his hands in his pockets and his face towards the ground as if a great worry was resting on his shoulders. A piercing light flashed before his eyes as he glanced up to see a car turning into a driveway near him. The homes in this area were quite worn down and dark. It was a rough neighborhood and no one really ever came out of their homes if they could help it. It was also the home to a hideout of the same criminal organization that the young man had just walked away from. A dull smile formed on his face as the brightly lit windows of a large house appeared in the distance. The youths steps quickened as he neared the gate. A large, bold lock rested on the rod iron gate as a massive diversion. The youth simply smiled and placed his palm on the lock.
The iron in his body began to vibrate and channel through his veins and arteries to his right hand. The iron moved at a fevered pace and created an ultrasonic wave of sorts. The metal that composed the lock began to crumble and fell to the ground useless. The gate swung open and the young man entered with a larger smile forming on his face. The door ripped off its hinges as another ultrasonic wave burst from the mans hand, but this time at a greater distance. Three men appeared inside and produced firearms from their pockets.
“Freeze you little idiot! We’ll shoot you dead if you don’t get out of here right now!” one man called out.
“Right, I’m really quaking in my boots. There were more men out in that old bunker than there are here and I took care of them easily. What makes you think you’re any different?” the young man stated as he pointed his fingers out like a gun, the index and middle fingers making the barrel.
He made three popping sounds with his mouth and with each pointed like he fired at each weapon the men before him held. Invisible waves of ultrasonic waves shot forward and broke the pistols apart from the firing pin to the clip. The useless pieces of metal fell to the floor like a cold, hard rain. The older men looked on in amazement as they were rendered about as useful as children against an attacking lion. The youth stepped inside and hung his suit jacket up on a coat rack nearby. He lowered his hand and grinned slightly.
“I’ll ask you what I asked the others…Where is Olivia?! If you don’t tell me where she is I’ll be forced to do to you what I did to them!” the young man yelled powerfully.
“We don’t know where she is, we don’t even know who she is! The boss has his own points of business, we’re just here to take care of the locals and make sure that they pay up on their debts to us. We swear!” the second man cried in a state of pure fright.
“Wrong answer!” the young man yelled as he held his palm out to the man and began to make the iron in his blood vibrate again.
Waves of the ultrasonic sound coursed into the mans gut and began to shake his internal organs. The liver began to swell, the lungs collapse, and the heart slow. The man heaved towards the floor as blood and everything in stomach empted on the ground. The mans ribs cracked and crushed inwards as they ruptured his organs and slowly killed him, the most painful way possible. A gaze of pure anger appeared on the young mans face as he looked up at the two remaining men before him.
“That’s just a sample of what I can do, so if you don’t tell me where your boss is you’ll wide up like him, got me?” the youth asked.
“Ok! He’s up north somewhere right now! I’m not sure where but he has a base in the mountains somewhere! That’s all I know!” the third man called out as he fell to his knees.
“Thanks. I’ll just be on my way then. By the way…they call me Tyson. Make sure that you tell your boss that…When you meet up in hell.” Tyson stated calmly as he grabbed his jacket and walked out the door.
Tyson slung his jacket over his shoulder and began out into the street. Halfway out towards the street Tyson turned back towards the building and held his hand out again. This time the ultrasonic waves were audible and shook the foundation of the building till a loud crack was heard from under the ground. The building crumbled before his very eyes and a grin of pride washed across Tyson’s face. He whipped his jacket back on and began back down the street towards the direction that he knew as north.
"Olivia, I’m coming for you. I’ll find you no matter what."