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Eeth Vs the architects part two.; Card shuffle.
Topic Started: Apr 4 2009, 06:46 PM (143 Views)
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"Funny Joke for you." On the street, near the town, a place driven past by a purple muscle car and a black sedan that no one cared much for. There was a large, tall black man with a mask, no one on the street that had gathered around, watching him play with a folded deck of cards on a folded table. No one knew his face, save for an angry smile and sideburns that came out over the mask. "Seven people gathered in a room. Six decide they want to sit. One says they should stand. They all end up squatting and fall over."

The cards, there were four on the table, he flipped over the first. It was the holy father Sabian of New Eden. He flipped the other, it was Ryu Musashi the great hero inverted. A child walking by came to flip over the next card, but the large masked man's hand slapped the child's wagging a finger and leaning in close.

"Not yet, not yet. The time is not right." The child pouted, stomped it's feet and in the harshest whiniest voice one could imagine coming from someone who was not three.

"BUT I WANNA KNOW NOWWWWW! YOU SUCK! I'm gonna start my own card game!" He reached up to take the cards, only to slip and fall.

--

The H-block had been destroyed so long ago. No matter how much effort was put forward, there was no funding to rebuild it. This was from two major sources. Firstly, the fact that taxes were sky high in Domino and Tokyo, because quite frankly it cost several fortunes to continually repair it from all the rampages and attacks that went on. And secondly, there was a surprising lack of demand for a prison, most meta humans seemed to believe that all villains had to be killed, that redemption was impossible for everyone and should never be tried. Eeth was the only one who attempted such. Onyx being rehabilitated and medicated was possibly the only humanitarian thing the mayor had managed. Well, that anyone would ever give him credit for.

His car slowly ground to a halt next to the shattered remains of the only prison ever given a serious chance to house meta human criminals. Sliding the handbrake up the mad mayor of Domino slid another cigarette into his mouth. The butts that ground into the ashtray had been removed so that he could gather his cane, change him into a proper suit and bring him his working tools. Mostly more cigarettes and the eye of agamotto. He did not know what he was going against after all.

The moon was full as he stepped out of his car, the light reflecting on the round top of the cane. He shone the reflecting light out to see the black sedan too parked before it all. Those that had taken his daughter had wandered into the destroyed abandoned prison. Which was only slightly better then the abandoned warehouse or museum. Once again the man mumbled beneath his breath. "You clichedly evil bastards."

They weren't even bothering to hide. Two men in suits, one holding his little girl by the hand as she rubbed her eyes with a fist. Little Lavi was damn tired. A smarter man would have grabbed a weapon before going in, a dumber man would have jumped right into all of this without knowing. Guess that makes Eeth the average man, he moved forward into the open and pointed his cane at the men standing there.

"Alright. I'm sick of this. It's like a twelve year old's bad idea of an adventure. Give me my kid so I can get back in bed before my wife finds out and murders me." Yes, he got to shake his cane. How often did anyone get to shake their cane out of misbehaving punks?

"Baah. Don't bother with them." Came a voice, a drunkard. A man with a scruffy beard, a damaged face, strangling unwashed hair hanging down past his ears. He wore a tight form fitting costume beneath a hard dusted trench coat, with lightning bolts and other such futuristic rays decorating the suit. He seemed to be some form of hobo gesturing over his shoulder with a thumb, his back on a bit of debris to Eeth's side. "Men from N.O.W.H.E.R.E rarely talk. They wont even monologue like old villains."

Eeth seemed to know the man, through a strange coincidence of colliding reality. Which is where we diverge just a moment, to tell the tale of Johnny Quick.

--

Johnny Quick is only two years old. At least, that's what his birth certificate says. See, Johnny was born beyond humanity. Not a meta-human, as far as genetics went, he had no gene, no biological precursor to his condition. He was for all rational explanations, a post human, a being beyond humanity. For whatever it meant, Johnny was not going to lead a normal life. For Johnny everything moved at a crawl. No, less then a crawl, to him the world was nothing but statues. He grew up living at a pace that no one else could see.

Imagine him, living through life without hearing a voice, having to stand in one spot for hours just to be seen out of the corner of someone's eye. Living without human contact simply because there was no one that can keep up. He was not one to want, he could read any book, take any food, play any sport. Not that anyone noticed when he won at soccer or football or baseball. The teams didn't even know he played. Through all logic he was the world record holder for every track event ever thought by mankind. Video games and electronics? Forget about it, he outran the lights and electricity, growing bored from ones that never seemed to light up. He was confounded by television until he read comic books. Who knew that all those blank gray boxes actually did something!

With a body going through puberty, with no one to explain it, nature took it's course. He attempted to deal with his problem by exploring a female of about his age. It was no excitement for him, heat did not move very quickly for him, and the friction, ugh just forget about it. A month later for Johnny he found the girl again, everything below her waist had exploded. A fact of reality, though Johnny was not part of their world, he could affect it by his mere presence.

Years for Johnny later, when no one knew him, he as a mistake walked on a needle. Jump. A drug that had hit the streets not so long in the past. For the first time in Johnny's life. The world slowed down. He walked down the street, and people saw him. He heard voices, heard the birds. For the first time ever, Johnny wasn't just seeing the world still, but it had come to life! Women smiled at him, the world, it moved. The problem was that the high, it did not last. It never lasted every long.

Johnny became an addict. Hunting for the drug, committing crimes to gather the money to get it. His goal was just to see the world around him finally go faster then him. To see the people walking, to see them blur in front of his eyes. The junkie lived and walked for that hit, so he would no longer be alone in his world.

A rather short tale all in all. But it was his life.

--

"Men from..? Okay you are just making this crap up now." Eeth was not pleased with it at all. Especially about having to hear someone new's backstory. Eeth didn't even like his own backstory, let alone some weird hobo's story. And that bad narration? Come on, someone had to be asleep at the wheel for that one. Unfortunately there was quite a few other problems coming up. For instance, the two men in suits tapped a bit on their cellphones and the world seemed to rotate and change. Leaving the hobo druggy and Eeth on the outside, as the target of this entire adventure began going underground.

"Why does every villain get an escape hatch?"

"Not really an escape hatch. Everyone knows about it. How'd you think the Toymaster kept getting out?" Ah, the facts of reality bit Eeth in the ass. He slammed a palm into his face, a red mark going to stay there for a little while.

"Okay captain hobo. You're coming with me to catch up with those guys. Since apparently you're an expert on holes." The mayor grabbed the hobo by his collar and started them down the path. Soon enough they'd catch up with the men from N.O.W.H.E.R.E, they had to. It was to save Eeth's little girl.

"Huh, captain hobo. Is it too late to change my name?"
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