Outstanding Fight Set-ups
Posted 31 August 2012 - 09:25 PM
Saxton Hale vs. Disney's Beast
Today on Saxton Hale's Adventures....
"Cut that there mate, we've got to change the title. Taking down the Bear with Grills wasn't as thrilling as I thought it might be, turns out he wasn't even a bear! How can we sell me just beating up a human to the eager customers?"
Well then, what should we change it to?
"Let's see, we're in France. Now what lives in France that's menacing and good for comic sales?"
"Wait a moment! I've got it. It's hairy...large...ugly...and very hate-able. We're going to find...."
A French woman?
"No! Er, well, not yet. Save that one for later, when we really need to push some sales. No, we're going to fight the French-Sasquatch!"
"I saw it in a movie once. Big fella. Lived in a castle."
You mean the Beast, from the Disney movie?
"Don't judge me! I had to have some way of calming down my childhood rages before I tore a hole in the wall, or usually a door off of the car. Now, let's go hunt some furries!"
---Later, after a riveting discussion of Disney movies and Hale's childhood cut out by a certain limit---
"Wow, that castle's just the right size for my backyard fountain. I'll have to see if Ms. Pauline can airlift it from here to Australia."
I don't think that's...
"Quiet you! If I did it with that sand cat in Egypt, I can do it with a castle. Now, let's see who's home."
A loud creak could be heard from the doors as they opened. Hale entered the large atrium, greeted by a figure on the stairs. The figure descended the staircase, revealing his true form in the light. True love had not been kind to the Beast. After a century's worth of inactivity and lack of attentiveness to ever-changing divorce law, Belle was able to leave the prince shortly after their marriage with an enormous sum of money thanks to a deviously penned prenup. Not only was the prince left poor, but he was also returned to his beastly form, doomed to remain that way for all of eternity.
"What is your business here man?"
"Very clever, but Mann is my company, not my last name."
"Just who are you intruder?"
"Hale's the name, and fighting's my game."
"So you have come here for my head, have you? Then you shall join the rest who have come."
The Beast drew back his head, and let loose a ghastly roar. All the servants, reverted just the same as the prince, appeared in the many doorways leading out of the atrium. They prepared themselves for their unique combat style. The Beast, now in an aggravated state, stood in the light, allowing his full form to be seen in an attempt to intimidate Hale.
"Nice try mate, but I'm hairier."
Hale ripped open his shirt, letting the chest hair fly, and with an Australian yell, lunged into battle.
Posted 24 September 2012 - 02:29 PM
Michael Myers vs. Ashley J. Williams vs. The Creeper
Author’s note: Just so it all makes sense, time is slower in Hell in this storyline which is why Pinhead can afford to send the Creeper on a day’s flight to meet Michale and Ash.
Summary: It seems our mysterious man AKA Pinhead has indeed uses for Jason and Freddy. But due to Ghostface’s failure, the chosen one remains out of his grasp. And it seems Michael Meyers has a role as well. So, sending his ‘enforcer’ to do the job, days pass before the three eventually cross paths on a hill side road to Dearborn, Michigan.
Ash had it all, a nice girlfriend, the perfect job at S-Mart, and good friends, until that night in the cabin, the night they found the book. The Necronomicon Ex-Mortis aka the book of the dead. Inked in and blood and bound in human flesh. The book itself can summon the forces of darkness. One by one his friends were claimed by the darkness, and Ash himself had to kill them to survive. With an army of demoniacally possessed beings, dub deadites by Ash, trying to bring the world to darkness, Ash made it his mission to wipe out the deadites, and bring the threat of the book to a rest.
Ash was successful in destroying the Evil Dead with the aid of a girl named Ann, however their actions had caused Ash to travel to 1300th AD. Ash was captured by King Henry's army after being presumed to be there enemy, however after Ash killed a deadite he earned there respect, and helped fend off an army of deadites led by his evil twin Evil Ash. With the help of a wizard Ash was sent back to his time, a time without the necronomicon, without fighting deadites, a time to live a normal life. However that was never meant to be...
Dearborn Michigan, 1999.
As, Ash had slowly been making his way around his house (which took a lot of moolah by the way) he started to make his way up the stairs with shotgun in hand. Taking the initiative, he opened the closest door which was the bedroom and no sign of any intruders. So, shrugging Ash would have closed the door but then he caught out of the corner of his eye, the bathroom door opening and something emerging from it. Turning to face the figure, he frowned at what he saw coming at him with a hunting knife in hand. Not even bothering to shoot the man, he grabbed the knife with his metal hand and wrenching it from the masked chump’s grasp, Ash quickly drove a knee into his stomach causing a cry of ‘oof!’ to come as he fell back against the wall, his hands near where he had been hit.
“Now, you sit there like a good little dork in a Halloween costume, okay?”, Ash asked, rolling his eyes before he heard the clicking of a gun nearby and looking down the stairs, his eyes went wide as he saw another costumed man but this one had a pistol and so not being dumb as bricks, he quickly flew into the still open bathroom. But, although he had avoided the second killer’s attack for now, the first had recovered and as Ash had dropped his knife once he jumped into the bathroom, he picked up his knife and charged after Ash.
“Think you’re tough shit huh? Well, I got something for ya. It’s a bit painful so you might want to sit down!” Once he had belted that out, he swung at the killer’s face knocking the mask off and making a familiar noise of bones being broken-presumably his cheek and jaw bones. Scratching his head at how young this ‘killer’ seemed, Ash shrugged. At least it seemed like he was knocked out now-Ah crap.
“Huh. So you knocked Stu out. Figures. I knew the whipped *vulgarity*er wouldn’t last... But against you? I'm surprised, Ash. Or do you prefer ‘Chosen One’?”, The second killer said as he pulled off his mask and flung it to the ground while still keeping the pistol aimed at Ash.
“Well, before I can answer that, got a question of my own. Blow?” With that, Ash pulled the trigger on the shotgun knocking Billy into the bedroom door knocking it over. Once it seemed like he wasn’t going to be getting up any time soon, Ash made his way over to Billy and looking down at him he spoke.
“Alright, seeing as how the both of you are messed up and numero uno isn’t, think it states somewhere that means you spill the beans on why you followed me, broke into my house, tried to stab and shoot me?”
Billy merely coughed up blood which got a sheepish nod from Ash. “Maybe I should have shot after he answered my questions..”But, then as it seemed he was about to speak hellfire would have covered both Stu and him.
“"NO!" Billy roared, as he managed to get on his knees as he cried out in pain. "Pinhead. We had a deal! We would do what you asked us and you would let us kill Sidney eventually! Gahhhh!!” Pinhead? Ash pondered as he assumed that he or it was behind the sudden teen barbeque.
But, breaking Ash out of his pondering was Billy who despite the pain got to his feet as he pointed at Ash.
“Hahahahah! Hey ‘Chosen One’, don’t think just because Stu and I *vulgarity*ed up that the ‘other’ guy will! He took out Jason*vulgarity*ING Voorhees!!”Billy exclaimed before the hellfire covered the two Ghostface killers completely and then suddenly vanished with nothing of the killers except for their pistol and knife. Once they were gone, Ash slammed his fist into the wall.
Ash rubbed his head to ease the tension mustered from his encounter.
"God damn it where are all these weirdos coming from? I'm amazed they haven't tried to capture me in broad daylight, except these aren’t zombies, they were like normal punk teens with a little bit of crazy on the side and maybe a demoniacally possessed weirdo!", Ash sighed as he then noticed the hole he had made in the wall and groaned. Great, more crap to fix.
Back in Hell on the other hand or more specifically in the colosseum where Mr. Kruger has been taken..
The coliseum could only be descried as magnificent and colossus, even for those against sin and pain could not deny the sheer power and fear that was given off by this place. Its pillars tall and reaching high into the endless black sky, as going along them lay rows of seats filled with all the Cenobites of the Labyrinth. There were many, all of different shapes and sizes, but with disturbing disfigurements, some more grotesque than the others. Many followers of Leviathan were classed in ranks, the lower Cenobites that were still learning the ways of pain and pleasure's co-existence waited at the back, while those more experienced would have a front row seat of the action below.
The ground itself was like an entire World War battle area closed into a small base, however to those who would have the unfortunate fate of fighting would vomit at the mass of the area, or it could just be from the fear of the fights approaching. Sand drenched in the blood of many gladiators that have fallen before, chains scattered around the jagged rocks that lay about and around the arena were four caged doors carved into the wall. Meanwhile, high upon the main throne, just above the battleground was none other than the lead Cenobite himself, Xipe Totec, and his longest serving Cenobites; Chatterer, Butterball and Nikoletta. Beside them were Pistonhead and Dreamer who had also had the privilege of watching this tradition from the most cherished place in the Gladiator arena. Behind them was Angelique, not at all bothered by what was going down below, while Skinner stood by her side like a loyal dog to its master.
`And one couldn’t simply go without our ‘Mysterious Man’ himself better known as Pinhead who after having disposed of Billy Loomis and Stu Macher for failing him, made his way to where he had a throne waiting for him. Once there, all he had to do was merely raise his hand signaling for silence that he got without another seconds hesitation. Once all was silent, he addressed his fellow
Cenobites. ''Brothers! Sisters! We are here to witness a most satisfying tradition in the ways of flesh, today, we shall see the blood spill and the skin torn of the three most dreaded 'Slashers', that have taken the lives of many of God's little clay creations. And a ‘Chosen One’ who has murdered many of the Necronomicon’s Deadites. This is a very exquisite show! Pistonhead, if you will!''
''Oh, never thought you would ask!'' Pistonhead said with glee, but not before turning to his beloved Dreamer. ''Be right back babe, got to go make my big moment!''
''Pistonhead!'' Pinhead barked at his annoying comrade. Reluctantly Pistonhead walked away from Dreamer and towards the edge to address the crowd. His confidence and booming voice was perfect for strengthening the atmosphere of this tradition.
''As Xipe here has said…three Slashers of Earth, three but just who are they really?'' He asked the crowd rhetorically.
As he went on, Nikoletta leaned in closer to Pinhead so only he could hear her words. ''I do wish I could just slit his throat, that way we would have silence from his obnoxious…''
''Let it be,'' Pinhead interrupted. ' As long as I see Frederick Krueger and Jason Voorhees experience the pain they have inflicted on their victims be placed upon them tenfold and more!''
At that moment, something was going on in the room below the arena. His eyes opened the stiches having obviously been removed. But, then he looked around-No more of the S&M Hel Gang to torture him. But, what he saw next made his eyes go wide. Immediately awe-struck by the figure chained up against the wall, Freddy rolled his eyes as he spoke. ''Well well..Looks like we meet again huh Short Bus?'' He muttered.
Not having heard him, the zombie continued to look off into the darkness of the room. Last he recalled the strange creature had put him to sleep because of course like his Mama said ‘he could never die’ and now he was here. Freddy noticed Jason staring off into space and decided to have a little fun. ''What's the matter? Scared of some lil chains?”, Freddy joked but deep down in his mind he tried to wrap his mind around the apparent situation. The Creeper had killed Jason but now he was back in Hell and the two of them were still together. But for what reason?
Jason's head spun round to face Freddy; although that strange creature had put him to sleep, he could at least have his final battle with Freddy. Although, unknown to them they would have to wait just a bit longer before they could finish each other off as up in the stands, Pinhead who thanks to his and Pistonhead’s words had bought some time to try once more to capture The Chosen One and the ‘third slasher’. Since his human slaves had failed him, he turned to the one he had used to first ‘kill’ Jason Voorhees.
“Ah, yes ‘Creeper’ I do have high hopes that you will be able to do what my two human killers failed to and kill The Chosen One and our third ‘slasher’ so that I may be able to trap them down in the room below and the match can finally began?”, The general of Hell’s Army mentally asked The Creeper who having found a bird’s wing to eat, had been taking to the air but listened intently to Pinhead’s words and let out a growl showing he understood.
“Good…Remember though, the price of failure is high. I will tear your soul..Apart.”, With that the voice hushed up and keeping that in the back of it’s mind, The Creeper flew off to where it had been told he would meet the two.
Old Meyers House
Michael Audrey Myers one of the world's greatest killers was pronounced dead by the authorities after being put in a coma after being shot in the head by a police officer. But in reality Michael escaped and killed a nurse and two guards. Now Michael had made his way to Michigan in pursuit of his sister Laurie Strodes who he had heard had moved here to get away from him-Not believing him truly dead. She was right. So, having made his choice of pursuit on foot after days of walking, he finally would have been walking down a road to Dearborn which was the city in Michigan that Laurie seemed to be living in.
Though, Michael eventually expected to come across his sister he didn’t expect to come across Ashley J. Williams better known to others as ‘The Chosen One’. He also didn’t expect to come across the hood of Ash’s car which slammed into him and sent him rolling across the street. Ash had been on his way to somewhere to think about what this all meant. Was the Necronomicon involved? Why was he involved-Oh right Chosen one and oh person! Cursing, Ash would have exited his car with shotgun slung over his back (just incase y’know.) as he called out to Michael.
“Hey! Buddy, look I was just on my way to find somewhere to think! Didn’t mean to y’know run into you like that. Do you need some help?” He asked rubbing the back of his head reaching into his car for his phone before stopping as he saw the man he had hit slowly rise back to his feet and tilt his head. Two thoughts ran through Ash’s head. Either this was the guy that one fried punk warned him about as no normal guy could just get up like that. Or, he was the luckiest bastard on Earth. His shotgun assumed the former and so did Ash and unslinging the shotgun, he made his way to his back trunk where he kept his chainsaw. Taking that out, he looked back to where the man had gotten up. Aiming his shotgun, he spit before speaking.
“Alright tall dark and masked hows about telling me who this Pinhead guy is and why he sent those two mooks after me?” Silence, of course he would get nothing but silence. Shrugging, Ash used his teeth to pull on the cord to start up his chainsaw.
“Well pal you can keep up the cool silent guy act. I’ll keep up my asskicking guy with the gun act.” He quipped which merely got a head tilt from Meyers who reached for his trademark kitchen knife. Ash prepared to fire but before he could, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and quickly leapt to the left as some winged bastard landed on the roof of his car denting it. Staring at Meyers who stared right back and staring at Ash, it was good to finally see the faces of those he would kill and after tipping his hat he stretched.
“Yeah, I was way off. That’s the guy that crazy bastard was talking about.” Ash grumbled as he now aimed his shotgun at the Creeper. “And he wrecked my car too. Can’t let that go.” He said matter-of factly and it was obvious The Creeper and Michael weren’t going to let him go so easily either. Ugh, days of trying to find a place to think and this happens? Only to the Chosen One..
Okay! Three way battle!
It’s a fight to the death for the two killers while Ash just wants to either incapicate/kill.
Michael has his kitchen knife and his trademark durability
The Creeper has three bone daggers, his wings and strength.
Ash has his sawed off shotgun and chainsaw(Also his metal hand)
Posted 04 November 2012 - 01:21 PM
There was a slight October breeze that fought with a small family camp fire. Peter Chaldean sat with his family around the camp fire. He glanced back at the tents as his young children started yawing. He knew it had been a long day and he wasn’t going to make his children stay up any long than they had to. A warm gentle smile formed across his face as he went to go pick up his daughter. “How is my little Princess?” Peter asked with a fatherly voice. She smiled and told him that she was tired. He looked down at his son and he could tell that his son was ready for rest. “Are you ready to hit the pillow, Champ?” His son simply nodded and Peter led both his children to their tent. As his children faded off to sleep, Peter looked back at the camp fire. His young wife sat by the fire, keeping it warm for the both of them. Peter sauntered to her side and that same warm smile formed across his face. “How is my lovely wife?” She smiled back at him and stood up. She wrapped her arms around him and the two started to kiss.
She whispered something in his ear and the smile grew even larger. He picked her up in his arms and started carrying her to their tent. Several thoughts flashed through his mind but one shined brighter than the others, this was a near perfect family camping trip. Before Peter reached the tent, he saw something in the woods. At first he could barely make anything from it but he glared at what appeared to be a shadowy figure. He laid his wife on the ground and she got in the tent, but Peter continued to glare at this figure in the woods. It seemed as if it stood as high as the tree and its arms hung like branches. It looked as if it had several arms and clear face. Peter was about to walked toward this shadowy figure but before he could he heard the voice of his loving wife, “Are you coming, baby?” Peter glanced down at his wife and replied yes. He looked back up, only to find that the figure was gone.
It was nearly midnight when Peter jumped in shock. He had a dream of a faceless man, not even a man but a creature that was as dark as the far reaches of space. Peter gazed down at his wife who was sound asleep. He got out of the tent and started walking around the dark woods. The stars and the moon gave off a light that made the forest somewhat visible in the night. There was still so much covered in darkness but he thought he saw the creature once again. He started hearing voices, almost childlike crying in the distance. He stopped and gazed back at the tents. He saw the figure standing outside his children’s tent. He ran but something pushed him back to the ground. As he got back up, the figure was gone once again. He ran to see if his children were still in the tent and to his horror they were gone. His wife immediately rushed out of their tent to see what all the commotion was. As she stepped out of the tent, the figure reappeared behind her. “Liz!” Peter cried as he tried to get up, but it was no use. The thin monstrous creature took her into the night. Peter cried as he ran into the dark woods, searching for his family.
Sweat poured down his face a as he ran throughout the silent forest. As morning came, a light fog swept throughout this horrific forest. Peter ran in almost every direction, calling out the name of his wife and children. He heard noises echoing in every corner. It sounded like laughter and then it would suddenly change to cries. All of a sudden, Peter tripped and fell face first on the ground. He pushed himself up only to see that same figure in the distance. He could see it a little bit clearly now, despite the fog. The thing was thin with a suit with branch like arms. It seemed as if it had no face but it should have had for a face would gut wrenching. A fear starting burning inside of Peter, as he realized that he would never see his family again and this entity was going to take him. He closed his eyes and waited for the moment when he would be taken by this monster.
Suddenly, he heard a voice and he slowly opened his eyes. He stood up to see the face of the local sheriff. Peter glanced back the tree line, only to see that it was still covered in that same light fog. Once again he saw the image of the thin man hiding in the fog. He roared in terror as he watched the monster disappear within the fog. The sheriff grabbed Peter and put him in the back of his car. As they drove off onto the long country road, Peter continued to scream as he saw the thin monster appeared in the tree line. As they reached town, he stopped seeing this sickening beast, but the sheriff took Peter to the jail for questions.
Several hours passed by but for Peter it only seemed like minutes. He sat in the chair, just muttering the description of that thing in the forest. The sheriff tried to make sense of it but there was no use, Peter was going crazy at this point. The sun fell over the horizon and it seemed like they were going nowhere with this guy. The light flickered every now and then. The temperature in the room fell dramatically. The sheriff ordered someone to go check the thermostat but everything seemed like it was working perfectly. The sheriff went to go question Peter one last time but this time it was different. This time Peter started screaming and jumping up and down. Some was terrifying him but the sheriff could not begin to imagine what it was. The lights started flickering to the point where it seemed as if the darkness was overcoming the light. Before the sheriff could do anything, Peter was standing in the corner of the room. “Mr. Chaldean, get back in the chair!” the sheriff yelled. Peter shook his head and replied, “The devil is here.” Peter gazed at something behind the sheriff and the sheriff quickly turned around. He saw that same creature that Peter described. The sheriff took out his pistol and fired three shots at the thin man but it was no use. All the lights in the room suddenly went off and screams echoed all throughout the sheriff station.
The sheriff’s deputies ran to see what was happening. As soon as they arrived, the lights were back on and the temperature was back to what it was supposed to be. The only thing that was wrong was that both the sheriff and Peter Chaldean were missing. The only thing that was left of them was the three shell casings that the sheriff shot off. The entire sheriff’s department searched the entire building but there was no sign of any of them. They went to check the video footage but it was no use. The system crashed as soon as the lights were shut off. All of them knew that someone or something took them and Peter’s family.
3 Day Later…
At one point in time Jimmy Franklin was a college student studying electrical engineering, now he was tied up in a dark room. He watched his friends being drained of their lives right in front of his eyes. He watched these people, these monsters biting into their bodies. At first he cried for help but he realized that there was no help coming. He knew in that moment he was going to die. He was the only one left or at least until these things restocked their food supply. Finally, the night came for the monsters to feed once again. They entered the dark room and started walking closer to young Jimmy. Tears rolled down his face as the monsters grew closer. He closed his eyes and waited for them to tear him apart.
Suddenly, he heard a couple screams that came from the wretched creatures. He opened his eyes and saw a couple heads on the ground. He looked up and saw two people fighting these things with machetes. “Eat it trampires!” one of them said as he continued to fight. After several minutes of being knocked around the room, the two people were able to kill all the vampires in the room. They cut Jimmy free and led him to the outside.
“Thank you! Thank you! Oh my gosh! Thank you so much!” Jimmy cried as he almost fell to his knees.
“Don’t mention it.” The taller one said with a sympathetic look.
“What are your names?” Jimmy asked.
“My name is Sam and this is my brother Dean.” Sam said as he pointed to Dean.
A smirk formed across Dean’s face as he nodded and replied, “Hi, how you doin’?”
The two brothers took the young college student to the nearest hospital. They told him what he should say happened to him so he doesn’t get marked as insane. The two brothers then drove off into the night. As morning came, both of the brothers went to eat at the nearest diner. Dean ordered a hot plate of pancakes while Sam got an egg white omelet and some coffee. They both sat there eating; Dean reading through several newspapers articles and Sam doing some research on the internet. As Dean finished off his plate of pancakes, he pushed the plate aside and looked at his brother.
“Well it sounds like there is a wendigo in North Carolina and a pack of werewolves in Washington. Did you find anything interesting?” Dean asked as he took a sip of coffee.
“Yeah.” Sam replied as he gazed at the computer screen.
Dean just sat there as he waited for Sam to tell him what it was. There was a short moment of silence between the two before Dean broke the silence.
“Well are you just going to keep it to yourself or are you going to share it with the rest of the class, Sammy?” Dean asked with a sarcastic voice.
Sam finally got out of his trance and looked up at his brother. He then glanced back at the screen and then back at Dean. He turned the computer towards Dean, who started reading through the article that Sam just got finished reading. There was another moment of silence between the two as Dean read the entire article. Finally, Dean broke the silence once again.
“So what is it?” Dean asked as he glanced over at Sam.
“I think it might be Slender Man.” Sam replied as he finished his egg white omelet and his coffee.
“Slender who?” Dean asked with a puzzled look on his face.
“For someone who spends most of his time on BustAsianBeauties.com, I am surprised you haven’t run across the internet meme of Slender Man.” Sam said with a smirk.
“What’s a meme?” Dean asked with yet another puzzled look.
“You’re impossible… Slender Man has been said to have been around for centuries. The first said reporting of it was back during medieval times with artistic portrayals of knights fighting a skeleton like figure. These sightings have long been reported even with pictures.” Sam said as he took his computer.
Sam pulled up several websites containing different pictures of people with a monstrous figure in the background. He gave the computer back to Dean, who scrolled through all the different photos. He saw a picture of a group of soldiers with the creature in the background. Another picture was at a playground and others were different places with different people, many of whom were children. Finally, Dean sat back in his chair and looked up at Sam.
“So this Slender Guy is a massive photo bomber.” Dean said as he gazed at Sam.
“I wish that was it but all those people in all of those pictures were never seen again.” Sam replied as he closed his computer.
“So what? He kills them?” Dean asked.
“No one knows but this thing appears before they disappear. No one knows what it is, where it takes the victims, or what it wants.” Sam replied.
“And the latest incident happened with this Peter Chaldean?” Dean asked.
“Apparently but I did a little research. In that same town, children have been disappearing almost periodically.” Sam replied.
“But it said Peter disappeared to.” Dean replied.
“Yeah apparently he and the sheriff were taken out of the sheriff station.” Sam said as he put his computer away in his bag.
“So this thing went all Terminator on the sheriff station and took Mr. Sarah Connor?” Dean asked.
“Not quite. All the deputies were present in the station. The only thing that was left of them was three shell casings that belonged to the sheriff.” Sam replied.
“We got to get over there.” Dean said as he got up and threw a couple bucks on the tables.
Sam followed his brother out to the Impala and they both loaded up. Several hours passed by as the brothers drove across a couple states. Finally, they reached the small town. Both of them glanced at all the different landmarks. The woods were covered with a creepy light fog and the town’s people all had a look of depression on their faces. Dean’s face quickly became puzzled as he said something under his breath, “I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore.” Sam noticed that something was up with the town. Everyone they saw along the streets was overtaken by fear. “It’s Halloween! Shouldn’t kids be running around with superhero costumes and monster outfits?” Dean asked as they continued to drive through the small town.
“They may be in their homes.” Sam said quietly as he glanced around.
“Why in the world would they do that on a day where they can get candy and be idiots?” Dean said.
“Fear…” Sam replied.
Before Dean could pull up to the local diner, Sam stopped him.
“What are you doing?” Sam asked with a puzzled look.
“Haven’t had anything since breakfast. I’m starvin’” Dean replied.
“We need to go ask questions and search for clues.” Sam replied.
“Look Velma, we’ll go out and get clues after lunch but right now I got to eat something.” Dean glanced over at a sign that said best pumpkin pie in the state. A childlike grin formed over his face as he realized he would be able to have a slice of pumpkin pie. “And look, Sammy, they got pie.”
“I just think we should go out and find this thing before we do anything else.” Sam replied.
Dean looked at his brother for a second and then saw a weird look on his face. “What’s with you?”
“What do you mean?” Sam asked.
“You’ve been all guns blazing about this case and we really haven’t even started it yet. What is this Skinny-Man?” Dean asked with a curious gaze.
“Slender-Man…” Sam corrected him as he started to answer his question, “During my first year of Stanford and pretty much my first year away from dad, I had this friend come to me. He was afraid saying how this thing was after him. He described it just as the Slender-Man was described…”
“So what’d you do?” Dean asked.
“I told him to take a break and get some sleep. I thought he was sleep deprived.” Sam replied.
“After everything we’ve seen, after everything dad talked about, after all torching all those evil freaks…. You lied to him and told him to get some sleep?” Dean said with a curious look.
“I didn’t know… Dad never hunted anything like this. Not many hunters have. This thing isn’t exactly your ordinary spirit or shifter. I don’t know what it was and I still don’t.” Sam replied.
Dean gazed at him for moment before finally taking the key out of the ignition. “Look, I don’t know what it is either but I do know one thing...” Dean said as he continued to look at his brother.
“What’s that?” Sam asked.
“We’re about to go get some burgers and some pumpkin pie. Then we’re going to hunt this thing down and do what we do best…” Dean said with a small smile as he got out of the car. Sam smiled for a moment before following his brother into the diner. He walked in and it seemed like every other diner they’ve ever been to. This one seemed a little darker in the inside and a little bit more depressing. It was quiet. Most of the customers sat around in silence. Even the service seemed a little frightened about something. Dean didn’t really notice but Sam did. He saw the fear in all their eyes.
Later that day, the boys traveled to the sheriff station. The place didn’t look that much different from the diner. It looked pretty depressing and dark as the boys went inside. They started question all the deputies but most of them gave the same stories. One of the deputies, Mike, said how Peter lived down the street and that he took his family on a weekend camping trip. The two brothers glanced at each other as they got the location of where Peter took his family camping.
Hours later… They threw their bags and supplies on their beds. Sam immediately went to work as Dean fell down over all his stuff. He tried to sleep for a couple minutes but Sam made too much noise for him to even close his eyes. Dean sat up on the bed and glanced over at his brother. Sam didn’t pay any attention but Dean continued to glare at his younger brother. After a couple minutes Dean became a little frustrated and stood up.
“Look Sam we both need to rest. We can study this things desires, habits, and even mating rituals in the morning, but right now I am dead tired…” Dean said with a childlike smirk.
“Then go to sleep.” Sam said as he continued to work.
“I can’t really sleep when you are making more noise than the Little Rascals and it couldn’t hurt if you got a couple hours of shut eye.” Dean replied.
“Dean… I…” Sam said as he started to lose what he was about to say.
“You what, Sam?” Dean asked as he walked closer to his brother.
“I have to find this thing. I have to kill it.” Sam replied.
“Then we will do it together but it wouldn’t make much sense if we’re both not combat ready for whatever the hell this Slender-Bitch is.” Dean replied.
Sam chuckled a little bit and then went to clear off his bed. He lay down beneath the motel sheets and slowly closed his eyes. Dean turned off all the lights and put salt by the door. Finally, he was able to fall asleep. The next morning the brothers awoke and Sam immediately went to continue his research at the local library. Dean headed around the town, questioning multiple people about the forest in which Peter took his family. He was astonished by how many people went missing from there every year and how come it never once caught the attention of the Winchesters.
As the night crept over the world once again, Sam and Dean both sat in the Impala and watched as kids went around trick-or-treating. Dean was disappointed that very few kids were actually trick-or-treating and also very few teenagers were doing their little parties. A couple thoughts passed through his mind but the biggest thing was how afraid were these people of this thing. Sam told him everything he gathered about the history of the Slender-Man and maybe a way to kill it. Dean told Sam about the history of the forest and all the past missing persons. He also made it clear how no bodies were ever recovered. Both of the brothers glanced out at the town. A smile formed across Dean’s face.
“Let’s go kill this evil bastard.” Dean said with that same smile.
A small smile of relief formed over Sam’s face as the Impala started heading for the forest. As they drove down the foggy dark road they saw something in the middle of the road up ahead. “What the hell?!” Dean yelled as he was about to slam on the brakes. Sam glanced at the figure and knew what it was. “Dean, it’s him!” Sam yelled as Dean starting driving faster.
“What are you doing?!” Sam yelled.
“I’m going to ram him!” Dean yelled back as he was getting closer to the Slender-Man.
All of a sudden, the Impala started to die and Dean pulled to the side of the road. Both of the brothers glanced at one another and then back at the area where the Slender-Man stood. “He’s gone…” Dean said as he started to get out of the Impala. “No... He’s after us now…” Sam replied as he looked around in almost every direction. Dean headed for the trunk of the Impala and started getting all the weapons he could carry. Sam did the same and they both stood side by side. “What are we waiting for? Let’s kill this evil son of a bitch.” Sam said. Dean turned and looked at his brother. A smile formed across his face as he and his brother started their hunt.
Posted 28 December 2012 - 11:16 PM
Jack in the Box vs. Ronald McDonald
You’re traveling to another town… Next stop…
Well, I know it sounds a bit weird for a town but don’t let the name fool you. The town of Maskotville is full of wonderful well-meaning town folks, who enjoy the company of strangers. The mayor of the town is one that is known all throughout as simply Burger King, while ol’ Burger King is pretty well connected throughout the town, there is another one who has a pretty decent role in the town. For many, he is simply an entertainer or a comedian but to some, he is just a simple clown who tries to put a smile on everyone’s’ face. Despite being one of the friendliest towns you’ll ever have the privilege of visiting, it is also a very competitive town. Nearly everyone has something to offer; while it may vary from burgers to fries or milkshakes to frosties, the town welcomes all who wish to compete with its citizens…
Now let’s take a drive down FasFood Ave. Sometimes you will see kids running around with a toy in their hands that they have just gotten from one of their recent meals, while other kids are not exactly running but wobbling instead or rolling in some cases. Yes, it is a sad fact but some of the residents of the great town of Maskotville are in face a little on the heavy side but that does not stop the friendly
competition. On the corner FasFood Ave. there is something quite interesting that usually gets the attention of people who come to visit the dear old town or are just simply passing through. There is a dog that runs around without a leash of course, who can actually talk. This dog known as Gidget to his owner but to many he is known as the Taco Bell Chihuahua. Gidget runs around with his owner and dear friend, who own the small taco stand called Taco Bell.
Now let drive a little further down this famous road and let’s meet Jack Box. He is the town’s sheriff and owner of a small restaurant called Jack in the Box. Many people who come by usually enjoy Jack because of his warm hearted smile and his ever so friendly conversations. With the challenges of owning a small town restaurant, he also keeps the town ever so safe.
Now I must confess that not all the competition in the friend town of Maskotville is in the business of food. There are many other competitions all throughout the town for example; another one of the great attractions would have to be the Energizer Bunny. Now this little guy is one crazy sick freak. Many people always say how he is “going and going and then he is gone.” But this false is many different ways because for one, the Pink Bunny never really leaves but he does cause a lot of ruckus when he continually beats on his drums in the middle of the night. Usually, Sheriff Jack Box is called in because of a noise complaint but eventually they had to come to terms with it. The Bunny would always keep going.
Now let’s move down the road to our next big attraction who is also a prominent member of the town and the committee. This is probably the smallest member of any town that you will ever meet but he does leave a pretty big impression. This little man has traveled the world but he eventually settled down in Maskotville. This guy let me tell you will always leave some kind of impression on you whether it is good or bad, you will never get a normal moment with him. This great man is Geico Gecko. While he works to sell car insurance, he never stops trying to sell his presence as a leader and commander.
Now that I’ve introduced you to some of the members of this great town, let’s move on and begin a journey will leave you either speechless or indifferent. I guess I will begin to tell you about an incident that is about to happen in the town. While I did say the town is a pretty darn friendly place, it also has a couple little dark things stored deep in the freezer. I guess I should stop babbling and just begin the story already so here it goes…
The ever burning sun hid behind the marshmallow shapes clouds, as Sheriff Jack Box drove up onto the scene of a crime. He got out of his truck with that never ending warm smile across his face. After he glanced around at the grizzly scene, he saw something that would almost break any smile on a man but not the sheriff, mainly because he could never stop smiling. He gazed down at the mutilated body of on Gidget, the Taco Bell Chihuahua and his dear owner. Jack took of his yellow hat and waved his hand across his big white head. He watched as Mayor Burger King started to approach him.
“Well this certainly is not good for any day of the week.” Burger King said as he pointed down at all the blood and the guts.
“No, I guess it never is.” Jack Box said as he put his yellow hat back on his big white head.
“You know what you have to do, right?” Burger King asked as he turned his attention to Jack.
“Oh yeah! Now it’s time that I catch me a criminal.” Jack said as he took out a pair of dark sun glass and struggled to put them over his eyes.
“Maybe you should invest in a larger pair of glasses.” Burger King said as he tried to help.
Jack slapped his hand away in frustration. “I got it!” Finally, the glasses covered his blue eyes and Jack looked back at Burger King, “Time to play bad cop.”
“But you just said it was time to catch a criminal… How can it be both time to be bad cop and time to catch a criminal?” Burger King asked with a weird look on his face.
“I don’t know but we will find out.” Jack said as he left.
Now it wasn’t much longer until several other citizens’ corpses were found all throughout the town. The only evidence was a couple spots left from food grease and ketchup. Jack rushed to the end of the town to make sure not another person would meet their grizzly end. As the trail grew thinner, he got a distress call from Mayor Burger King. Jack rushed to city hall and he did it with the protection of Geico insurance, so he was covered during his race against time but sadly not before the urges of hunger took over him. He stopped for a quick burger at McDonalds to give him a little energy boost for his rescue of the Mayor. Now he sat out in his truck in front of city hall which happened to be named after the mayor, Burger King.
As Jack busted inside with the McDonalds’ bag in his hand he raced to find the mayor, only to find him tied up to a chair along with the rest of the town’s council; with the exception of Geico Gecko, who was locked away in an aquarium. Jack searched for the one behind all of this but suddenly he was knocked back on the ground by some force. He pushed himself up to see none other than Ronald McDonald.
“Why Ron? You’ve brought so much laughter for so many years?!” Jack asked in complete and utter surprise.
“Because I am not an Agent of Laughter or Comedy… No… I am an Agent of Chaos!” Ronald McDonald yelled out with a menacing laughter.
“But if you’re not an Agent of Laughter, how come you are laughing right now?” Burger King asked.
“Well mainly because it is supposed to add onto the effect of my villainy.” Ronald McDonald said as he tried to answer the question the best he could.
“And how come you are always smiling? Oh and red and yellow really don’t match with chaos, maybe purple and green would do better… Also Ronald McDonald is not a really good chaotic name, maybe something along the lines of Joker or Killer Clown.” Burger King replied.
“Shut up you big dumb crown wearing…… king.” Ronald McDonald said as he tried to put on a furious face but failed miserably.
“You are a failure at being a villain.” Burger King said as he laughed.
“Oh yeah?!” Ronald McDonald said as he walked up to the mayor.
“Yeah!” Burger King shouted.
“How about now?!” Ronald McDonald said as he poured a pan of hot grease upon the face of Burger King.
Burger King cried out in pain as Ronald McDonald laughed. “And just so you all know, that grease came from my fries.” Ronald said as he looked over at Jack he was trying to do something heroic.
“And to think I ate at your place twice a week!” Jack yelled as he threw the McDonalds’ bag on the ground.
“Is it go time?!” Ronald McDonald yelled.
“Yeah it is go time!” Jack yelled as he took out his gun.
Ronald stopped and looked at Jack for a moment. “How come you didn’t even try to save help the mayor from being burned by my hot grease?”
Jack stopped for a moment and lowered his gun for a second to ponder on the question. Finally, he came up with an answer. “Well to be completely honest with you, I never really like interrupting people when they spoke. I don’t know it is one of those little jack in the boxes
“Jack in the boxes?” Ronald asked.
“Yeah… Yeah.. You know it is an old saying.” Jack replied.
“I have honestly never heard it before and it sounds pretty stupid.” Ronald replied.
“I think it sounds pretty cool.” Jack said.
“Really? I just can’t think of why anyone would think it sounds good.” Ronald said.
“CAN’T YOU JUST STOP HIM ALREADY!” Burger King yelled with a horribly scared face.
“He’s right we should finish this.” Jack said as he lifted his gun once again.
“How about we… TAKE THIS TO THE ROOF?!” Ronald yelled as he ran to the roof.
“Damn! I probably should have had some besides a Big Mac, fries, and a super-sized coke.” Jack said as he started chasing after him.
As the two got to the roof, both of them had to take a moment to catch their breath, but finally both of them pointed guns at one another.
“Now what?” Ronald asked
“I honestly do not know, I’ve never done this before.” Jack replied.
“Me neither…. Well granted I did take a couple of the citizens of Maskotville but that’s really not the point. I’ve never been in an actual gunfight before.” Ronald said.
“Yeah so I guess we just run for cover and shoot at each other until one of us gets shot.” Jack said.
“YES AND IF WE BOTH RUN OUT OF BULLETS WE CAN DO IT OLD SCHOOL AND JUST FIGHT!” Ronald yelled.
“Agreed… TIMES STARTS NOW!” Jack yelled quickly as he ran for cover.
Both men now under the cover of whatever is on top of City Hall or Burger King as some know it, are in an all-out fight to the death. Who will win and who will die?
I guess during this part of this story, you will choose the fate of the survivor so I guess have fun choosing.
Posted 11 March 2013 - 01:40 PM
“I’m sorry to do this to you old friend. I wish it didn’t come to this.” The man says
“You have nothing to be sorry about yet, friend. This is how it is going down then I’m fine with that. Don’t think for one minute that we’re not going to bring it.” The other man says
“Well, it has to come to this, because if we fought, you know you guys wouldn’t stand a chance. Even with you leading them, Cap.” The man behind the cowl smirks as he talks
“Now wait just a minute! We’re both good guys and both agreed that we can’t risk having a member down at this time!” Captain America says firmly.
“Yeah, we didn’t want to have to come to your universe and pick up your slack after we put you in the hospital! Now, 3 on 3, bring your best there Cap.” Batman says as he turns to walk away
“Don’t worry, we will,” the man pauses before finishing his statement “Bruce!”
“What in the hell did you just say?” Batman says with fire in his eyes
“Just be there on time.” Cap says confidently strolling away
2 weeks later, the teams meet up at an underground club. Both teams are standing on opposite ends of the stage, staring each other down. A tall man walks in between both teams on the stage with a microphone in his hand. He nods at each team before he speaks.
“How is everyone feeling tonight?” The man says as he points the mic to the crowd as they all scream at the top of their lungs
“It’s me, ThePhenomenalOne, and we have an absolute crazy battle going on tonight. To my left, we have 5 members of Earth’s mightiest heroes, Hulk, Ms. Marvel, Iron Man, Thor, and Captain America!” The crowd goes wild as the team is introduced. “Standing to my right, we have 5 members of the elite, Justice League, Superman, Martian Manhunter, Wonder Woman, The Flash, and Batman!! Alright, yall know the rules. Each member gets up to 30 seconds in this throw down of lyrics. Each team will alternate every 30 seconds. We will then go by the crowd to determine the winner. Captain America won the toss and has decided for the Justice League to go first. So who’s going first for your team guys?”
“The fastest man alive will make this the fastest battle ever!” The Flash says as he grabs the mic
“Ok! Let’s get this started! DJ, spin it!”
“So I’m looking at Earth’s mightiest heroes/ hell, the only thing I see are a bunch of zeroes/so you got a green guy, a tin can, a douche with a shield and 2 blondes with big tits/in other words, you ain’t shit/but you smell like it/just like hulk’s armpits/yall need to quit/and change course/I could beat all of yall without using the speed force/in other words im too fast/run circles around all of yall and smack ms marvel’s fat ass/I'm something that you can't grasp/cuz me and double M will go intangible/pimp slap you in the mandible/dismantle the candle/cut off your head and place it on my mantle/coming at you like Hannibal/Lector, yall need to quit cause Green Lantern has this sector/Ms Marvel's pasty ass needs to get tanner/now go run along before I slap you and turn you back into Bruce Banner!!
"Ohh! That was pretty impressive! Hulk, let's see what ya got. DJ, spin it!"
Hulk smash/hulk grab/hulk flatten tiny Flash’s ass/because Hulk strongest ever!/you ever beating hulk? Never/You guys are out there for justice? You're not even in our league/Hulk doesn't need super speed to grab you and smash you with my knee/and why are you guys wearing your underwear outside of your pants?/If boy scout looks at me again, I'll smash him from here to France/come on Supes, lets dance/Hulk smash all of yall, make you cry, go grab a hanky/I'm warning you, you won't like me I'm angry/you guys are nothing but doo doo, Mr. Hanky/Flash, you look like little rascal, I'm gonna call you Spanky/They ask, hey Hulk, why are you so jolly?/cause I'm a green giant and I just beat the shit out of Wally!
"Wow! Who would've thought that Hulk had such a vocabulary?! Alright, Martian Manhunter, you're up."
"Bitches scream Double M when I walk through the door/snacking on some oreos after smacking up Thor/throw him face down the floor/Ms Marvel? Huge whore/what's the score?/Who cares cause we're winning and not trying/you better cover your ears before i make you start crying/you're on the ground and I'm flying/tell Ms Marvel I'll call her morning, ha I'm lying/after I conquer this rhyme, I'll conquer Asgard/Thor's dumber than a hick who loves NASCAR/I'll do you worse than that lion did Mufasa, call me Scar/we're shooting eagles/yall can't even make par/I'm done with this dumb blonde broad with a bad boob job/I'm keep getting hit after hit, Ty Cobb/It's a shame I have to do this, but I'm gonna teach ya/ (TELEPATHETICALLY) I don't even have to open my mouth to beat ya/ now get the hell off my stage, see yaaaa!!"
"Sniggity snap! Dude just rapped inside my head! Alright Thor, you're up"
"Hath thee have no skill in rhyming?/Too bad you didn't get wiped out with the rest of race, bad timing/I'll finish you off though, don't mind me/don't worry, you can't find me/Cause I'll be throwing parties and pimpin like a prince/they'll ask what happened to you after this/I'll say he hasn't been right since/you're using telepathy but I got in your head/cuddled up in a little ball after the shit I said/now all he does is shit and wet his bed/twitching and shouting random things like a sped/someone needs to put a helmet on that head/poor guy, got him rattled to the bones/now he has to wear a sticker that says Hi, I'm John Jones/I'm too retarded to be left alone/I take a short bus that takes me to my home!/Now where's Wonder Woman at, you need to get on your knees/I'll then pull down my pants and scream at you, HAVE AT THEE!"
"Thor called him retarded! Ok, Superman, you're up!"
"Look, up in the air, it's a bird? It's a plane? Nah bitch it's Superman!/ Coming through with my Superfrands/ grabbing Ms Marvel's jugs with my superhands/yall are stupid man/Hulk, you wanna meet in France? Then I say oui, oui/though that radiation must not have grown your pee pee/Who told me? That's right, Bet-ty/here Hulk, I'll make you a deal/shoot youself in the face and i'll stop giving Betty my "Man of Steel"/then shove a banana up your ass and puke up the peel/just like weezy, I'm eell(ill), and not sick/take your pick/Betty treats me like a tootsie pop and asks, how many licks/I'm done clowning on the Hulk, it's just too easy/get excited when you follow my trail, Reese's pieces/if Ms Marvel was a dwarf, she'd be sleazy/Cap you're greasy/now get your old ass off this stage and collect Social Security!!"
"Superman going crazy on the mic! Cap, you're up."
"Superman, I didn't even begin and you're starting to pout/Well that's what happens when you put Captain America against a stupid boy scout/everyone in here needs to get loud!/ Cause we're rocking this all night/It won't even be a fight after I salp you in the face with some kryptonite/then I'll go pick up Lois, I just might/I don't know though, a ho just ain't my type/get your dumbass back to Krypton/you don't wanna see what happens to Lois with her pants gone/after we're finished, she'll scream damn I think my hips gone!/Supes never does it like that/ he doesn't last long/and I hate it when he asks me to put on a strap on/Damn Supes, I didn't know you went that way/but alls well that ends ok/so I'll end this shit with a fuck you, and have a nice day!"
"Captain America goes Old School on Superman! Well, that's it! The captain's picked their best three and now it's up to you, the audience, on who won! So don't just sit there, tell us who won?! I'll be back when the results come. Until then, be like me, be phenomenal!"
Ok, I hope you guys enjoy this!! I lost all the saved stuff that I had for the match and had to redo everything!
Posted 11 March 2013 - 01:41 PM
The war had ended nearly a month ago. Between the Avatar and the new Firelord, the armies had withdrawn back to their own nations. A hundred years of fighting had indeed "left the world scarred and divided." The Avatar made a promise to heal what he could and set the world on a new path of love and peace. He has done remarkably well in that regard but the world wasn't the only thing that has been damaged, scarred, broken or shattered by the 100 year war.
Firelord Zuko stifles a yawn as he glances over all the paperwork on his desk. Reaching for his fourth cup of tea, he shakes his head. "I knew ruling a nation wasn't easy but I never imagined all this." he says to the shadowy corner where he knew his girlfriend was sitting. Mai stands up and walks over to him, her hands rubbing his shoulders. "You should take it easy. That's your fourth cup. You're going to drive yourself insane staying up all the time...not that I would be adverse to entertaining myself by watching that." She adds slyly.
He smirks at that. "I could always dump you again, spice things up." He bites back. He looks down again. "Listen...something's been on the back of my mind for a few weeks now."
"What is it?" She asks, sitting down across from him.
"It concerns Azula." He replies. To say that statement had a clear reaction was an understatement. Indeed, the tension in the air is palpable. Mai, even with all her skill at controlling emotions, can't stop the split second look of shock, anger and curiosity from showing in her face and eyes. "What about her?" She asks, the last word dripping with venom.
Zuko sighs. "I was thinking...that she deserves a second chance." Predictably, his wife explodes in response. "WHAT? ARE YOU INSANE? SHE NEARLY KILLED YOU, LOCKED ME AND TY LEE IN THE DEEPEST, DARKEST HOLE SHE COULD FIND AND SHE RELISHED IN DESTRUCTION."
Zuko runs a hand through his hair. "Now humor me for a moment. I know she did all those things...but keep in mind who the person who shaped her as an individual was. He made her do what he wanted, molded her to be what he needed, used her like any good tool and then discarded when her usefulness has come to an end. I wasn't much different from her, you must realize that. And I got both my mother and my uncle, both people who truly cared for me. She...she never had a chance to be anything else than what Ozai wanted. Our father has scarred us both...it's just, no one noticed it because only one of us has a scar that can be seen. The struggles of the silent go unseen in the dark. Now that he's no longer in charge, she can finally have the chance to be who she wants to be. I'll let you in on a little secret my uncle revealed to me months ago. I was so conflicted about what I had done in Ba Sing Se because the two bloodlines present in me were on opposite sides in the very beginning of the war. Sozin, my father's grandfather, who started the war when the Avatar died and wiped out the Air Nomads in an attempt to kill the next one...and Roku, my mother's grandfather, the Avatar left behind by his best friend to die. Both of them live on within me...and in one other person. Azula. She deserves a second chance."
Mai gives a quick side glance before returning her gaze to Zuko's golden eyes. "I think you're being naive and idealistic...but that is why I fell in love with you. I'll stand behind whatever you decide. Just one thing...how do you propose to give her a second chance?"
Zuko responds with a tight smile. "I know just the guy to help my sister on her path to finding herself. If he can't do it...no one can."
Aang has been a busy little Avatar. Gliding in and out of towns daily, settling problems in the colonies, attempting to get their plans for Republic City together so the four nations can truly live in harmony...and yet none of that compared to the difficulty of what Firelord Zuko has asked of him recently.
By Agni...how am I supposed to do this? To try and help Azula get better...is it even possible? He wonders to himself. Resting his chin on the palm of his hand, he sighs. I am supposed to restore balance to the world...and everyone in it. And it isn't like I have got anything better to do...I pretty much stabilized this region...and since Katara and I put things on hold until the world is in a stable state...I should reach out to the former Princess.
He frowns. "I just hope I'm not making a big mistake." He says before gliding off in the direction of the Fire Nation.
Zuko stands outside the asylum where his sister, the deposed Princess Azula, now resides. "Aang should be here by now." Zuko remarks. The heart of the Fire Nation isn't that far from the colonies...perhaps he was diverted? Zuko thinks, seriously considering sending another messenger hawk to Aang...at least before a familiar sight comes into view on the horizon. "Finally." Zuko smirks.
As the Avatar flew through the air currents, the wind pushing against his robes and cooling him down, the asylum slowly came closer and closer. Pulling in for a landing, Aang leaps down onto the ground, folding his glider back into his staff and coming to a stop before Zuko. "Hello Sifu Hotman." Aang says in greeting.
Zuko facepalms. "I thought I told you not to call me that."
Aang chuckles. "I'm sorry, I couldn't resist. Especially given what you ask me to do."
Zuko nods. "I understand. It's a daunting task...but you are a smart kid, have the wisdom of hundreds of people and most importantly, lots of patience and kindness. If you can't do this, no one else can..." Zuko admits. "...and I am forced to resign my sister to this place." He adds bitterly. "Don't worry, I'm prepared to do so."
Aang solemnly nods, before embracing his friend in a quick hug. "I better get going, huh?"
"Yeah." Zuko responds. "Good luck." He says as he walks back to the Palace, his administrative duties calling.
"Thanks." The Avatar says to the departing Firelord. "I have a feeling I'm going to need it." Aang states as he walks into the asylum.
It didn't take long for his presence to be noted by the staff. Indeed, almost as soon as he walked in, no less than four attendants waved to him. "Avatar Aang, the Firelord told us you were coming. For Azula, right?" One of them asks.
Aang nods. "That is correct."
"Alright then...second door down the hall on the left side. She is in there...a warning, she can be a bit...temperamental. We'll be outside just in case."
Temperamental? You don't say? Aang thinks. Between that and his history with Azula, that doesn't exactly inspire him. Nevertheless, he steps down the hall before knocking on the right door.
10 seconds pass. 20. 30. Still no response. Deciding to press his luck, Aang opens the door, moving to step in whilst fully expecting a wave of azure fire to come over him.
He is pleasantly surprised when it doesn't. Sparing a glance at the former Princess, he can see why. She's lying on a disheveled bed, with equally disheveled hair and bags under her eyes. "Azula?" he calls out.
The bed shifts, her golden eyes focusing on him. "What do you want, Avatar? Come to gloat?" she asks, her tone dripping with venom.
"No. I just came to help you." He earnestly replies.
"Help me? The individual who for all intents and purposes, killed you? However brief it was...forgive me for not believing your lies." Azula retorts.
"I'm not lying to you Azula, I want to help give you a second chance. To be someone other than your father's tool. To be yourself." Aang responds.
She scrutinizes him for a moment. It might has well have been an eternity. "Why?" She finally asks.
"Everyone deserves a second chance, no matter what their crimes." He remarks.
"Hmph. You're a naive, idealistic fool, Avatar. You're wasting your time. Go away." She demands.
"Azula--" He starts...she doesn't let him finish.
"I SAID GO AWAY! GO BACK TO YOUR PEASANT FRIENDS! LEAVE ME ALONE!" She yells, throwing a pillow at him.
Aang lowers his head and moves to exit the room. "I will be back Azula. I won't let your soul fall any further into the abyss...not when I can save it."
"I don't need your pity or your false sympathy." She bites back as Aang closes the door.
Once outside, he exhaled. "That...could have gone better. It could have gone worse too...I guess that's something. I won't let you down Zuko...or you Azula."
Azula hears every word, despite her best efforts not to. Her first thought was to call the Avatar a fool again...and yet deep down, she knew she yearns to hear those words. She shakes her head and tries to sleep, to get away from this revelation and the persistent hallucinations of her mother, Ursa.
It didn't work.
"Daughter?" a voice rang out, soft and melodious.
Azula has, since the end of the war, accepted these hallucinations as her conscience(what was left of it) given form. Her cross to bear. "What do you want now Mother?"
"Don't you think you should give him a chance?"
"Why should I mother? It's like I told you all that time ago. Trust is for fools."
"Is that what you believe...or what your father believes?"
Azula knew what she was hinting at but was reluctant to believe that truth. "I am what he made me, mother. No one can change that."
"You're wrong about that. The person who can change you just left. I know he can help you...if you let him."
Azula closes her eyes and holds her hands over her ears, praying the hallucination would go away if no attention was given to it. Soon enough her efforts led to actual sleep and Azula drifts off to her dreams, one of the places where she didn't have to be herself.
It had been a few days since his visit to the asylum. Aang had been busy lately, assisting the Firelord with peacekeeping and such. As he lands outside, he was glad to get away from it all. He didn't like all the fame, all the crowds. He'd much rather be by himself, humble as he is.
As he made his way inside, he saw no staff at the reception desk. With a shrug, he headed down to Azula's room and knocked before entering. It was empty. Quickly, a bolt of pure terror ran down his spine. Does this mean she escap--
"Ah, Avatar Aang, good to see you." A doctor says as he rounds the corner. "Are you looking for Azula? I didn't receive word of any visits planned today."
"Yeah, it was kind of impulsive. Do you know where she is?" Aang asks.
"Yes, she's out in the park area, under discreet supervision." the doctor answers.
"Thank you." Aang replies before heading that way.
"No problem, just be careful." The doctor notes before heading down the hall.
"No need to tell me twice." Aang remarks.
As he enters the park, he glances left and right before scanning the area for Azula. He spots her sitting against a tree on the far side, partially covered by the shade it provides. He starts walking that way and she seems to not notice. As he nears the princess, his sight of her increases in clarity. What he sees stops him in his tracks. He never thought he would see this...the mighty, cold, calculating, intelligent, cunning, powerful princess, all those layers and defenses have fallen, leaving only what he sees before him. A young teenager, sobbing underneath the tree and the obscurity it provides. Rooted to the spot, Aang quickly thinks about what to do...and makes a decision. Being as light and quiet as he can possibly be, he makes his way to the opposite side of the tree, so Azula doesn't see him. He stands there for a moment, before trying his luck and attempting to see the princess. Stepping to the side, he can see her but she doesn't see him, too lost in her own thoughts. As he steps closer, his foot steps onto a fallen twig. CRACK! Oh Agni, Aang thinks as he ducks back behind the tree.
That moment seems to have slowed down time. The sobs stop, her eyes narrow and she glances where the sound came from. "WHO'S THERE?" she shouts and demands.
A moment passes. Two.
Aang slowly steps out from behind the tree, hands raised. Her eyes get even narrower, her face contorting with rage. She leaps up and steps back a fair amount to put some more distance between them.
Aang only watches as she does so, curious at the action...until he sees a familiar sight. An azure wave of flame, beautiful and deadly. Just like the Princess who conjured it.
As it heads his way, his mind races through dozens of options to blow it aside...he settles on trying something else. Something unpredictable. Something that can show her he can be trusted. This may be the bravest thing I've ever done...or the stupidest. Maybe both. He thinks.
He lets the flame burn him. Her shocked face speaks volumes.
As he burns, he uses his power to cool the flame, before dispersing it. He leaves the burn marks alone as he leans against the tree. As he moves to sit down, he gestures to the princess to join him. As she regains her composure, she stops gaping in shock. "Why...why did you let the flame hit you?" she asks.
"I wanted to prove something to you." Aang answers.
"What did you want to prove, Avatar?" Azula asks.
"I wanted to convince you that I'm going to be here for you." Aang reveals.
"Because...when I saw you crying, I realized something. Look, I know we may have been enemies before...but that doesn't mean we have to hate each other. That's a choice we make ourselves. And when I saw you crying, I didn't see the arrogant and mighty princess. I saw a broken beautiful teenager letting herself feel for once. I realized that I couldn't hate you. You and your brother, you both had your scars. But everyone focused on your brother's...and they never noticed yours. You can pretend to be the hateful, malicious princess but I have seen the true you. A heart of stone, of malice can not shed tears like you did. I let the flames hit me because I wanted to prove to you that I am willing to brave anything to help you. I know you push people away, as you see being close to someone as a sign of weakness. Trust me, it's the opposite. It strengthens you. Two heads are better than one. If it takes being burned to get to know the real you, then that is what I will do."
Azula stands there speechless, unsure of what to say. Aang pats the grass near him and she reluctantly moves there and sits down, a strange feeling coming over her. It felt good.
"You've been the brother of Zuko, the daughter of Ozai. I think it is time for you to be yourself. You have been repressed by your father but I know you have it within you to step out of his shadow. You can be so much more." Aang says.
Azula sighs and shakes her head. "I'm not sure if I want to be."
Aang nods. "Let's find out together." he remarks.
God, he's so corny, so sappy, so naive...and yet, his words resonate within me. I shudder to think the child Avatar may be onto something. Azula thinks, as she gives a slight smirk.
Aang watches the princess, sees the edge of her mouth tilt upwards in a smirk.
He smiles in return. Progress! Success!
"Are you going to get those burns healed by that peasant waterbender?" Azula asks.
He frowns. Still have a long ways to go. "No." he responds.
"Why not?" she retorts.
"I want them to serve as a physical reminder. Everytime you see me you will realize that I took the worst thing you could do to me and I did it all for you. You deserve your second chance. I'm going to help you get it."
Once again she is speechless. Words can't describe the emotions running though her at that moment. Her old self would have called it weak. She no longer wants to be her old self.
"Azula!" a doctor's voice calls for her.
The pair stand up slowly. Azula, still confused and somewhat dazed by vertigo wobbles and nearly falls...Aang catches her at the last second, helping her up. "You okay?" he asks. She doesn't know what to say back, so she does something else. Aang didn't see that coming but is pleasantly surprised it did. As Aang pats her on the back, she releases her hug. Actions do speak louder than words.
Yet...she has taken one of the things he said to heart. "Thank you Avat...Aang. For everything." she says as she walks away. Good things come in pairs.
Another week passed. More missions, more errands. The life of an Avatar was busy to say the least. Yet it all passed by like a blur to Aang. He was focusing on one thing, Azula. He didn't understand why she was on his mind all the time. Yeah helping her is important but to be thinking about her all the time...it was driving him crazy. He didn't think it was love, at least not in the romantic sense. He loved Katara...yet they had grown a bit distant since the end of the war. Okay, fairly distant but that was not intentional...he hoped these sessions with Azula were just that. He didn't want to help her find her way only to break her heart.
This could be problematic. He thinks as he lands outside the aslyum again.
As he enters the building, the staff nod to him. He returns the nod, already heading for Azula's room. He knocks. "Come in Aang."
He does so. "Good morning Azula."
"Indeed it is. Having all the peasants around, cluttering up the place, that is so good."
"Well, better enjoy these good times, as they may be over soon." Aang reveals.
"Really? Amusing...well um, listen Aang. I wanted to um..." She trails off.
"Wanted to what?" Aang inquires.
She turns her gaze to the ground. "Apologize. For...for burning you. I made my father proud by doing that. I also disappointed myself by doing it. All I wanted was someone to truly love me for me. I liked to pretend my father did but everytime I looked at my mother and brother together, I knew it wasn't love between us. Not truly. I just felt hollow inside...Zuko got Mother's attention always and I was jealous. That pushed me to my father even more and I lost myself. I become a tool, to be used and discarded. Everyone gave up on me, understandably of course. When I tried to kill my own brother, one of two people in this world who genuinely care about me, I just snapped. It was a long time coming but that was the breaking point. Then you came in and endured searing hot flame just to prove that you cared. It was hard coming to terms with that fact but my old self would have found it impossible. I don't want to have to have all these layers to protect me, to keep others away. I want to know, have to know what it is to be safe. To be secure. To be loved. You are the only person who makes me feel like I can live forever, with you...my love."
"That sounds a lot like something Toph asked of me once."
"What did Toph ask?"
"We had just learned that my friend and mentor, Monk Gyatso had been close friends with my predecessor Avatar Roku, your grandfather. Roku told me about it and explained that is why we were so close. We were silent for a while, before she asked me: "Do you really think friendships can transcend lifetimes?"
"How did you answer?" Azula asks, curious.
Aang smiles. "I don't see why not." he repeats from memory.
She sheds a tear at that, the emotions nearly overwhelming her before she remembers her dignity. "That means more to me than you can ever know." she states as she looks to the sky.
As the words fade away, Azula quickly steps forward. Wrapping her arms around Aang, she leans in to kiss him. Aang nearly jumped in surprise at first but as the kiss deepens, he returns the kiss in earnest. It feels like a lifetime passes by before Aang remembers what's happening. The reality sinks in. AGNI! I'm kissing Azula! AZULA! As his mind races with that fact, he breaks off the kiss. "I'm sorry Azula..." He begins, his face red. "I have to go, Zuko has a meeting planned soon and I need to be there."
Her face drops. "Oh. So it isn't enough that Zuko gets my mother, he gets you too? Figures."
"What? No no no, Azula it is nothing like that. The meeting concerns you."
"Oh really? Concerning my imminent release no doubt." she replies sarcastically.
"Actually, it does. Zuko was incredulous when I told him about all the progress I had made. So fast. It sounded too good to be true...he thinks you're faking it to get out of here. Maybe I'm making a mistake here but I don't believe that at all. You acknowledged yourself as a good liar and I admit that you are, but I feel you're more sincere than he thinks you are."
"Yes. His mantra was 'Azula always lies' for a reason." Aang remarks.
"Funny. I tried so hard to be perfection made form and look what that got me. Father disowned me. Mother left me. Brother confined me to this hole. Uncle never cared. What kind of person I was...that no one wanted me. My family doesn't even want me." Azula admits.
He lays a hand on her shoulder. "Your brother does. He wanted me to do this and you know it. Now is your chance to repent. If it is what you want. I leave it to you. Now I must go talk to Zuko. I'll be back." Aang says as he departs.
Azula nods, before going back to lie down on the bed. "I'll be waiting." she whispers. Oh, how much she has changed so fast...all thanks to the catalyst, the Avatar.
She recalls the last time she had felt like this, the last time she had been truly at peace and happy. It had been a few years she realizes as she loses herself in her flashback.
Punch. Kick. Flourish. Jump. Azula was going through the motions, attempting to learn a kata that should have been out of her reach for another 5 years. She was indeed a prodigy.
She fell over on the fourth move of the set. She was not perfect however. Father would be displeased. As the pale blue flame faded from existence, she felt a pair of hands grab her from behind.
Turning around swiftly, she found her cousin. "Lu Ten!" she exclaims.
"Evening Azula. Isn't it past your bed time?"
"Please don't tell mommy or daddy!" she pleads. "I only wanted to practice my bending."
Lu Ten nods. "Only if you promise to go to bed."
"I will." She says, smiling in appreciation.
"Good." he replies before scooping her up in his arms and tickling her.
"Ahahahahahahaha!" she lets out. "Lu Ten...please stop...Please!" She says in between fits of gleeful laughter.
"Alright Azula." He remarks as he carries her to her room. She was content resting in her cousin's arms. He loved her for her and nothing else, unlike her father. Lifting her gaze to the clear night sky, a question popped into her mind.
"Lu Ten, can I ask you a question?"
"You already did but go ahead."
She hesitates for a moment before quietly asking "What are stars made out of?"
"Big balls of fire, millions of miles away."
"They're made of fire? So I can bend them?" She wonders, excitement filling her.
He chuckles. "If you ever get close enough, maybe you can."
She smiles before closing her eyes and drifting away into her dreams. She dreams that one day, she would bend the stars.
As Aang enters the office of the Firelord he is surprised to see all the faces he sees. Zuko sitting at his desk, Mai right beside him sitting on the desk, Sokka on a couch nearby snacking on fireflakes, Toph leaning against the wall in her usual manner, Suki and Ty Lee flanking Zuko on either side as his bodyguards, Iroh standing behind Zuko's shoulder and Katara running his way. She jumped into his arms. "AANG! It's been so long." she states. "Yeah." he replies meekly. How do I tell her? Can I tell her? What haunts him the most is that he doesn't know the answer. She tilts her head, puzzled, before letting go.
"Well finally! The whole gang is here!" Sokka exclaims with his mouth full, spreading fireflakes everywhere.
"Sokka, please don't make a mess." Zuko asks as he facepalms.
"Nice job Sokka." Toph snickers. "So Aang, how's rehab with Princess Psycho?"
"She's not crazy...just confused." Aang reveals. "I've made a lot of progress with her. I can understand how it might seem fake or forced, given the speed of her change but I believe her to be completely sincere."
"Are you sure she's not playing you? She has fooled a lot of people." Katara wonders.
"No. I really don't that is the case. Like I said, she's just lost. Look at Zuko. He was scarred by his father, he was as lost as they come. She is scarred as well, she should have the same chance he had. They share blood, she has the same conflicts he does. It's just, she never had a good support. All she had was Ozai. Plus, I've seen her hopes, her dreams, her fears, her ambitions...everything. It's hard not to get close, to not trust someone when they pour out their soul and reveal the very best and worst of themselves." Aang remarks with all his Air Nomad monk wisdom.
Zuko asks the question on everyone's mind. "So...you believe her ready to come out?"
The answer comes without hesitation. "Yes." Aang says.
Zuko folds his hands and nods. "Very well, I'll notify the staff to let her out with basic provisions."
Katara crosses her arms. "You're going to bring her here?"
Zuko shakes his head. "No. I leave it to her to decide what she wants."
"Why?" Sokka asks.
"This was always about choice. Her choice. This whole thing, Aang's rehab of sorts, it would never have worked if Azula herself didn't want a second chance. So, I'm giving her a second chance, she can do what she wants with it." Zuko answers.
Katara's eyes narrow. "And if she makes the wrong choice?"
"Then everything she does is on us." Aang and Zuko admit at the same time.
Azula gazes across the blue sky, ganders at the green trees, glances at the various towns dotting the landscape. Taking in all those sights is amazing, after more than a month of staring at nothing but a 5 by 7 foot gray desolate room. She closes her eyes after appreciating the view. "It feels like ages since I've just stared at the horizon." she murmurs. Thank you Aang...and Zuko, her idiot brother who didn't want to give up on her so easily.
It was ironic though. She was finally free...and yet she felt more trapped than ever. She didn't know what to do. A whole world of possibilities was out there. Hours passed by as she simply stood there, unsure of what she wanted. Finally she decided to head to the Fire Nation Palace to meet with Zuko. She owed him that much.
It had been a long trek, mostly uneventful, except for one detail. The various towns she had passed, their townspeople had cowed in fear at the sight of her. Apparently they had heard of her cruelty and madness. There was a time such acts would have pleased her. That time was long gone. It had fueled her arrogance, her belief in her own superiority and in the end, that destroyed her. She didn't know what to feel about it now so she just tredged onwards.
As she arrived at the palace, her brother Zuko met her at the front of the Palace. "Azula, I'm glad you made it!"
"Zuko." She replies evenly. "You thought I couldn't handle it?" She snarks before bowing to the Fire Lord as is customary.
"Come now Azula, you don't have to bow to me. I view you as an equal and my sister. And I knew you could make it, I just wanted to say I'm glad to see you, that's all." Zuko remarks before moving closer for a tight bear hug.
Azula does nothing for a second or two, before returning the embrace, albeit with less enthusiasm. "Thank you...Zu-zu."
She smiles when he grimaces at the sound of that accursed nickname. "So, how did you know I was coming?" she asks.
"Are you kidding? The villages you traveled through were beside themselves with stories and gossip about it."
"I suppose they were."
"I'll admit I was surprised. I didn't figure you'd come here."
"Where do you think I would go?"
"To find Aang."
"I'm not like you Zu-Zu, chasing after the Avatar all over the world."
"That's a low blow."
"I came here as I believed this was the best place to await the Avatar's return. I'm hated by the Earth Kingdom and the Water Tribes. The only solace I could find is here, with your good graces."
"That's it? No ulterior motives?"
She mockingly feigns shock. "What, don't you trust me?"
"I know you too well." He snickers.
"Now who is it who delivers the low blow?"
They both stare at each other for a moment, tension building...before both start laughing. "I'll admit, I missed bantering with you." Zuko admits. 'However I must tell you the Avatar is not here yet. A number of his friends are though. Play nice." Zuko states before walking towards his quarters.
"I'll do my best, Zu-zu."
The water peasant is the first one she runs into.
"Princess." the waterbender says, looking for an excuse to quit being civil.
She finds it.
"I have a name you know?"
"I'm sorry, did you call me by my name, peasant?"
Katara's eyes narrow. "That's different."
"I'm not the crazy girl who nearly killed the last chance for the world, who nearly killed her own sibling."
"I did what I had to. I had no choice."
"You have seen what our father did to my brother's face. Do you think I would be any different?"
"I don't see any scars on your face."
"Zuko and I are the same...and yet different. He carries a physical scar, nothing can change that. I carried mental scars...and the damage those caused can be fixed. Have been fixed."
Katara laughs. "I told this to your brother once, I will tell it to you, simply because Aang believes in you. Take one step backward, give me one reason to believe you might hurt Aang and I will end you. Permanently." She coldly states before walking away.
Sokka and Toph are next.
"So, Princess Psycho at last." Toph greets, blunt as always.
"Excuse me?" Azula asks.
Sokka snickers. "Ignore her, she hasn't had her daily medication. She's kind of grumpy."
Toph playfully punches him in the arm. "Hey that hurt."
"Who's laughing now Sokka? I thought you said you were tough."
Sokka ignores her. "So, Azula...I take from that shouting match I heard earlier that you met my sister."
"Yes, the peasant was--"
Sokka held up a hand. "First of all, her name is Katara, I'm Sokka and this is Toph. I'd appreciate it if you used our names."
Azula starts to fume, perturbed by the arrogance of the water peasant, before she exhales and lets it go.
"Very well. Only because Zu-Zu asked."
"Now I--" Sokka starts before Toph interrupts, feeling something with her trusty feet. "Hey morons, Aang's here!"
"Oh great, more oogies between my sister and the avatar." Sokka murmurs as he and Toph exit the room, leaving Azula alone with her thoughts.
Aang has barely touched down on the outskirts of the palace before he is bum rushed by his GAang as Sokka so eloquently put it. Katara catches him in a hug so tight that when it ends he has to struggle to regain his breath.
"Nice to see you too Katara." He says between breaths.
"How was the mission?" she wonders.
"Not good. The Yu Dao issue is...full of tension. Zuko won't be pleased." Aang answers.
"Indeed he isn't." The Fire Lord cuts in. "However he is willing to overlook it because someone more important to me than the colony debacle has arrived."
"How is she?"
"Princess Psycho is okay I guess Aang. She hasn't burned down the palace at least." Toph jokes.
"This is no laughing matter Toph. And please stop with the nicknames." Aang demands.
"Ok fine sheesh, don't get your robes in a bunch. Go ask her if you need to." Toph retorts, pointing a thumb behind her to a shadowed pillar Azula was hiding behind.
Dammit Earthbender Azula thinks before stepping out from behind the pillar, hoping to meet Aang alone.
"Hi Azula." Aang eagerly greets.
"Hello Aang." Azula returns. "Um...can we have a moment alone?"
"Why? So you can kill him?" Katara accuses.
"Katara, take it easy. I can take care of myself." Aang remarks. "Alright Azula, lead the way."
The pair depart, heading for a quiet room.
"I want to tell you something Aang." Azula says as the Avatar closes the door behind him.
"Fair enough. Go ahead." he replies.
"I just want you to know that you're important to me, more than you can ever know. I stood there and heard and watched as the waterbender..." Azula starts before remembering her promise "...Katara, showed her affection for you through her actions. What you and her share...that's what I want."
It was at that moment Katara burst in, no longer content to eavesdrop at the door. "You what?!" she angrily asks.
"So it isn't enough for you to try to murder him, now you want to take him from me another way?" Katara seethes.
"It...it isn't like that..." Azula tries to explain.
"Then what is it like?" Katara demands to know.
"Do you know what it is like, to grow up like I did? To have your domineering father make himself the only one that can shape your worldview. To see your mother leave you, watch your brother be scarred and banished, look as your fuddy duddy uncle departs and to be forced to pretend that you don't care about any of it, lest my father do the same to me? My mother loved Zuko, my Uncle loved Zuko. I thought I had my father's love but it wasn't love. Not really. Not that I care anymore. I just want to know what real love is. Is that too much to ask?"
"You aren't the only one with a difficult childhood. You just have to deal." Katara retorts.
"I agree. This is how I do it." Azula tells them both.
"Well, it appears we are at the crossroads of destiny yet again. I sense neither will budge on this issue, princess."
"Indeed. I need him more than anything, anyone. He's proven he's willing to enter the fire to help me. No one else has."
"Well Aang...it seems you must choose, it will only get more intense, more awkward if you don't."
Aang stands there, speechless. He couldn't believe this was happening. He never imagined this would happen...two teenage girls asking for the same thing of him, love. One as cool and soothing as water, the other as brash and passionate as fire. It was like the world had ended, he was so confused. He didn't know what to do.
He ran his hands down his face, pacing back and forth. "Just, just give me some time to think." He says as his eyes glance back and forth between Katara's pure blue eyes and Azula's shiny gold ones. "I don't know, I don't know!" He really didn't. Katara and him had been through so much through the war, had gotten so close over all their adventures...and yet had drifted slowly apart since the war's end. Azula had shown him everything she is, a troubled soul just begging for love and help...even the Avatar, with all his wisdom, didn't know.
Azula closes her eyes and frowns, steeling herself for what she feels she has to do given his admission. Her tears fall unabated and in the eyes of others, intentionally, unlike that day in the park. She starts to move, an intricate set of motions.
Their elegance belied their deadliness. As she starts to glow with the energy, she aims her fingers at the Avatar, even if it breaks her in more ways than one to do. She lets the lightning go.
Aang was caught almost completely unaware. He moves to get into position to redirect it. He semi does, allowing the majority of the lightning to fly into the sky. The remainder however, stays within. The Avatar falls to the ground, in a semi-seizure, spasming as the lightning courses through his body whilst it goes into shock.
Azula continues to cry. "This...this isn't how I wanted it Aang. I may have enjoyed this once but now it is just torture to me."
Katara finally got over her shock. "I knew you hadn't changed!" Katara screams.
"Oh I have." Azula admits. "Don't misunderstand me, I'm not doing this out of hate. I'm doing it out of love!"
"HOW IS THIS IN ANY WAY LOVE, PRINCESS?"
"IF I CAN'T HAVE AANG, NO ONE WILL!"
"You, you would really go that far?"
"I have no choice. My father ruined my first chance, you ruined my second Katara. And this, I can't accept."
"We always have a choice Azula."
"That's easy for you to say. Your past was nothing like mine."
"Trust me Azula, our past doesn't have to define who we are. We can be so much more."
Azula grimaces, not wanting to accept the bitter truth. "Even if I believed you, it is too late. The damage is done." She gestures to Aang.
"I can heal him."
"I no longer believe that. The physical injury, yes. The broken bond, the broken trust. Those things are not easily healed."
"Aang has it in him to--"
"Don't patronize me, I KNOW WHAT HE IS CAPABLE OF. You and your friends aren't as capable or forgiving."
"You don't know that."
"I know that you defeated me last time. I WILL NOT LET A COMMON PEASANT SUCH AS YOU BEAT ROYALTY AGAIN. You have no idea how losing everything to a common piece of trash like you is. I'm of royal blood, through and through. By Agni, I have the blood of an Avatar within me. WHAT MAKES YOU SO SPECIAL YOU WATER TRIBE PEASANT? I'm going to tear you apart to find out if I have to!" Azula says, her anger overwhelming her.
"Azula, it isn't something found within your physical body. It's your personality that makes you special. What makes anyone special."
"Spoken like a true peasant. Let's finish this."
"ENOUGH WORDS. This can only end one way. Your death...or mine."
"I'm sorry Azula." Katara says, meaning it truly.
"No need to apologize. I made my choice." Azula remarks.
"In a perfect world, you shouldn't have had to."
"I longed for perfection once. I don't want it anymore. Bring your best or I will end you. Permanently. Isn't that what you said? Let's see how tough you really are peasant. You took everything from me...NOW I WILL TAKE IT FROM YOU! " Azula yells before cutting the conversation short by firing a blast of azul flame at the waterbender, who blocked it with a stream of water from one of her many gourds on her belt. The duel began.
Some scars ran too deep to be healed, despite the best of efforts.
Author's Note: What follows after this was edited in after the match ended, just for kicks as I had fun writing this story(which is the point, amirite?) Two endings follow, one true ending going by the votes and the alternate ending in which the other individual won. First is the true ending. Cheers and enjoy!
To say Azula has lost it is an understatement. Indeed the sheer ferocity and amount of flames getting launched was nearly overwhelming.
Katara couldn't even make an offensive move, she was kept on defense. And with her lesser stamina, she would lose to Azula at this rate. "Princess! Azula! Please stop this, you don't have to do this!" she pleads.
Azula snarls. "Yes I do! You, a mere peasant, have ruined everything! If you and him hadn't fallen for each other, I still could have had a chance at redemption! Now all I have is rage and hate and jealousy and sadness and I'm going to take it out on you!"
Katara deflects another incoming flame. "Azula, you can still have him as a friend, he won't abandon you like your mother or your father! We can work something out!"
"Don't compare him to my mother or father! My mother hated me and my father used me. They're nothing like him! 'Work something out?' I don't want a friend, I have poured out my soul to him, I want the same in return! I have the rational solution right here! Taking you out."
"SHUT UP PEASANT! I will endure no more of you! Now you die!" Azula pronounces as she fires off the biggest plume of flame she has ever made. It overwhelms Katara with ease, knocking her to the ground as she tumbles and rolls several feet.
Katara groans in pain and looks up at the Princess. "Azula please--"
"Shut up I said!"
"Don't do this!"
"Watch me." Azula exclaims as she starts to go through the familiar lightning kata. Slowly however, to emphasize the action and put true fear into the peasant's eyes.
"We can work it out!" Katara yells as she starts to cry. Her mom tendencies were showing, even now.
"Very soon peasant, this will all be over!"
"It doesn't have to be like this!"
"THIS WILL SILENCE YOU FOR ALL TIME! YOU WILL NEVER RISE FROM THE ASHES OF YOUR DEFEAT!" Azula shouts as she finishes her kata, moving her hand into position to aim at the peasant.
"Azula...I'm sorry." Katara quietly admits, closing her eyes as she launches the ice projectile she had formed moments ago behind the Princess's back.
It comes forward, impaling Azula from behind. Death was instantaneous.
Katara couldn't bear to look at her handiwork, averting her eyes to the ground where she let tears fall unabated.
"Uh..." Aang stirs. Katara looks his way. In the midst of everything she had forgotten about him. Standing up she makes his way toward him, pulling out some water for a quick healing session.
As the cool and refreshing water eases his pain, Aang opens his eyes to see the beautiful face of Katara. "Thank you Katara." He whispers.
She looks away. "Don't thank me for this." She replies.
"Why not?" He asks.
In response she helps him onto his feet before turning him in the direction of the Princess.
She stares at his eyes as a million different emotions seem to run through them in less time than it took to blink. "By Agni..."
Katara continues to cry. "She...she couldn't be talked down! She was about to kill me. I did what I had to, but it still doesn't feel right. Or just."
"No, justice hasn't been done here. I'm not sure if it ever could have been done here. The damage Ozai put on her as he influenced her, it led her to believe this was the only choice she could make." Aang states. "Damn that man." he coldly adds.
"Come on, let's go back to the palace...I can't take this sight any longer."
"Not yet." Aang retorts as he makes his way closer to the fallen princess. Grasping her limp right hand, holding it within his own, he sheds a few tears. "I'm sorry Azula. I hope you find the peace in death, that I could not give you in life."
Author's note: And here's the alternate ending!
As the waterbender falls to Azula's blinding azul flames, the princess couldn't help but fall to the ground all the same. Sure, she feels a little better after beating the peasant...but the cost may have been too high. As she stares at the unmoving body of the peasant, Aang stirs, fully conscious.
"Hello?" he asks weakly. "Anyone there?"
Azula nearly jumps in surprise. "Aang?"
"Azula, where are you?"
"I'm coming." she says as she stands and walks over.
As she comes into view, he can't help but notice the battle damage her clothes have received. Between that and his unconsciousness, he is concerned. "What happened? I don't..don't recall much."
"It's hard to explain." She reveals, kneeling down to help him up.
"Hard to explain how?" He asks as he grasps her shoulder for support, before feeling something. "Your shoulder...it's wet! Why--" he starts to ask. Glancing around, he cuts the question short when he spots the fallen form of Katara.
Running toward her, he holds his fingers to her neck feeling for a pulse. Not finding one, he turns Katara over. Seeing several burn marks, he looks to Azula. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!" he shouts.
She doesn't waver. "What I had to. You couldn't choose between us, so I had to make a choice. I chose to cut out the other option. If I couldn't have you, neither could she. I don't regret it."
He looks away, tears in his eyes. "If I had known helping you would have lead to this...I would have--"
"What? Let me rot in the asylum? Because in the grand scheme of things, she is more important than I am?" Azula asks.
That question is armor piercing. Aang doesn't want to admit it but deep down he knows it is true. In the end, neither was more important to the overall balance than the other.
"She was my first love, she kept us going when things looked to be at their roughest during the war...and you killed her. And I gave you the motive, the opportunity. It's my fault." Aang admits before grabbing his trusty stuff and gliding off into the horizon leaving behind two cold individuals, one alive and one dead.
That was the last time Aang and Azula saw each other. The broken down Avatar pushed himself even further into his work, attempting to fix everything as penance for the sins he thought he had led to occur.
As for the Princess, she doesn't know what to do. She simply sat there for the longest time before she dimly heard some footsteps heading her way. Glancing that way she spots the familiar entourage, her brother Zuko, Mai, the earthbender and the other water tribe peasant.
She smiles one last time. "Thank you Zuko." she whispers before performing her final action. As she goes through the motions of generating lightning, she is about to release it. Turning her hand towards herself, she releases it. The lightning sears her right above her heart, overpowering her with sheer pain before everything fades to black.
Thanks for reading! Until next time!
Posted 26 April 2013 - 10:13 PM
Rocky Balboa vs Jason Voorhees:
Harley: Welllllllll helllllo boxing fans, and welcome to Camp Crystal Lake where we’re here to bring you one heck of a slobber-knocker. With me as always is my second-best gal-pal, Callisto, who will take over as soon as she’s done plucking the hairs from her upper-lip. Cal?
Callisto: Hey Harley, still see you’re using a paint roller to put on lipstick, so you’ll have to forgive me if it takes me more time to get ready. Anyway, we do have one amazing match up tonight in this makeshift arena constructed from the remains of the once beautiful Camp Crystal lake. Our champion is the one, the only, Rocky Balboa. His story is one of perseverance, heart, and eventually, victory. Tonight’s challenger also has tons of heart,
Harley: Probably because he collects them from his victims.
Callisto: That’s right, it’s Camp Crystal Lake’s very own champion, Jason Voorhees. Boxing fans may remember Jason’s foray into boxing earlier this month when he went six rounds with Apollo Creed. The match ended tragically when during the round six intermission, Jason produced a machete and chopped off Apollo’s head.
Harley: I’m guessing that was not legal.
Callisto: That’s correct Harley, the controversial move violated both the stated rules of the World Boxing Association, as well as section 19 of the US penal code. While guarantees have been made that Voorhees will not be allowed to use the machete in future bouts, some question whether it was a good idea to allow him into the sport at all. Balboa made some incendiary statements during the weigh in, where he stated that he disapproved of pre-meditated murder, and claimed that he was taking on Voorhees to avenge his fallen comrade. Let’s listen,
Rocky: I’dda know, is like, it ain’t about how many hits you gonna take, it’s about the heart of the champion and eye of the tiger, cause at the end of the day you look at the guy who’s still standing, and then you know, that that’s the guy, who’s not the guy on the floor. Cause that’s what it all comes down to.
Callisto: Stunning words. Stunning, incomprehensibly slurred words, from an incomprehensible talent in the sport. We’ve also asked the challenger to respond to this statement, and by comparison his answer appeared to be clever, coherent, and concise.
Harley: But Cal, he didn’t say anything.
Callisto: Yes Harley, thanks for explaining the joke. With that we go now to our guest commentator, recently revived by the waters of Camp Crystal Lake and then re-capitated by the surgical talents of our very own Dr. Harley Quinzel; please welcome Apollo Creed.
Apollo: (unclear murmuring)
Callisto: I’m sorry Apollo, could you please speak into the microphone we gave you.
Apollo: (Loud muffling)… Oh sorry about that Miss Callisto, your friend sowed my head on backwards.
Callisto: That’s perfectly all right. Now Apollo, you’ve faced the challenger in the ring, and not only lost, but were mutilated and murdered in the process. What are your feelings coming away from that fight? Any regrets?
Apollo: Well Callisto, I’ll say this; I’m now a walking abomination, an affront to nature and God, neither alive nor dead, and unfit to exist in either this world or the next. My every waking moment is filled with misery as I now know what it is to be a walking husk of what once was a man. I am one of the damned, cursed to perpetuate myself in a state of half-life for all eternity, only serving to warn the rest of mankind of the cruel machinations of fate and destiny.
Callisto: Hmmmm, you’re a real downer. I’m kind of wish we hadn’t brought you back.
Apollo: So am I.
Callisto: Ok, well tell me this. As the only man who has fought both the Champion and the Challenger, what would you say their chances are?
Apollo: Well Balboa’s got the skill, you have to admit that, because of the two of them he’s the only one with any actual training as a boxer. He’s also faster, and for once in his life may actually have an intellectual advantage. Voorhees on the other hand trades his lack of grace, skill, and intelligence for being a giant monster.
Callisto: So you expect him to use more of a rope-a-dope strategy.
Apollo: I do. Assuming the referee manages to remove Jason’s machete, the big man’s best strategy may be to allow Rocky to pound him continuously until he loses energy and then to strike when the moment is right, and rip Rock’s head clean off.
Callisto: Ok, well we’ll be checking in with you throughout the night, but it looks like both men have entered the ring and the fight is about to begin. If you’re just joining us, here are some quick facts: I’m Callisto and I’m just great. Also, Rocky Balboa will be sporting the white and red trunks, Voorhees the green and brown overcoat, and the match will go to either a knock-out, murder, or the end of ten rounds. Any use of foreign weapons is of course forbidden and will result in a disqualification, and flamingos can only eat when their heads are upside down. Those were my quick facts, now back to Harley who’s in the ring.
(We turn to Harley who is now in a skimpy referee costume and standing in the center of the ring. Jason stands to one side of her, Rocky to the other.)
Harley: OK you mooks I want a clean fight, ya hear? No kicking, no biting, no disemboweling, and HEY!
(Harley quickly nabs a bloodied ax that was poking out from Jason’s waistband)
Harley: What did I say about sneaking in weapons?
Harley: That’s right, I said DON’T. I’m watching you big guy!
Harley: Ok then, without further ado let’s play ball!
(The bell rings twice, Harley steps away and the match begins.)
Posted 09 June 2013 - 10:19 PM
Congrats, xLEGACYx. Your spot on this topic was well-deserved.
Celtic Predator vs. Wolverine
Posted 22 August 2013 - 01:25 PM
So we can preserve at least some of CBUB's greatest matches, we're going to see about moving the contents of this thread to at least one of the replacement sites. If there are any more great matches you guys want to post here and preserve, it had better be done within these final days.
To follow suit, I'm now posting one of my favorites in my time here. IMO, this match was great because of the characterization, the elaboration of its parameters, and the continuity with the previous matches in its arc. It was made by one of the better CBUB writers who at the time made the unfortunate mistake of multi-ing, but has since repented and made it back on CBUB Top Match Creators List.
Of course, I cut out all of the recap kibble in the beginning so just the match itself can be read.
Hercules, Esmeralda, and Shego vs. Thailog, Demona, and Genie (Aladdin) by MonMataKey
Posted 25 August 2013 - 11:56 PM
Can't believe I almost forgot about this one.
Yes, I know this match finished second in the February Challenge to Nova's match, but by all accounts, it came in a very close second place. And honestly, both Nova's and Boratz's entries that month were among the best matches entered in any of these challenges.
Deathstroke vs. Ra's Al Ghul by Boratz
In a question that has been asked throughout the ages, what is love? Is it just a feeling that’s origins come from the mind or is it of the soul? Is strength or is it weakness? Love has been the subject to many stories of tales throughout history. The basis of love is unique in that it drives us to do many things that were extraordinary or even foolish. Sometimes love can be considered the most powerful force in all the lands and space. It can break the most ruthless of warriors and destroy the most powerful of nations. Love can be cruel to the strong and glorious to the weak, but through it all changes the ways of the heart. Many have written about the effects that love has on people and in the writings of William Shakespeare, he wrote about different forms of love. One of his famous works that has been reflected on many times is the story of Romeo and Juliet. This story of a forbidden love and tragedy will never be forgotten. Many stories and tales reflect on it even in the stories of today. This particular tale will about a forbidden that will lead a climax that will test the love held between family and romance…
This world is cruel in that the ruthless prowl on the weak and live off the fortunate of others. There is a man in this world that has caused much suffering over the course of his life. This suffering was not part of some belief or some self-righteous cause, but merely as a way to rise in power. He lives off the suffering of the innocents and the many crimes he causes against humanity is sickening. This man who will not be remembered after his death is Wilson Lector. There are many who question why he has lived this long of a life without facing certain but like everyone; he will face the stroke of death sooner or later. What ruthless global crime lord does not know is that someone has paid a high price for his head on a stake but there is even more that wish him dead. There is a league that exists that exists in the shadows of this world that vows to eliminate the evils in this world by any means necessary, even if it means sacrificing the lives of the innocence. This group known as the League of Assassins has called it upon themselves to make sure the evils of this ruthless man are never seen again.
As midnight called a portion of the League of Assassins to the lands of Venice, Italy in a fair of January, the small portion of Assassins led by the daughter of its master took charge in carrying out the plans to kill this monster. Talia al Ghul has fought many over the course of her life and she has even had the fortune of finding true love with the Dark Knight of Gotham City, little did she know that there was another love that was soon to cross her path with a force greater than anything she would ever experience. As the plans for the assassination of Wilson Lector started coming forth, the daughter Ra’s al Ghul started preparing herself for this job that would cleanse the world of his filth. Her preparation could be considered grueling to most but she did not prepare for what was to come on this night.
If it was fate, destiny, or even chance that brought another into this night will always remain a mystery. This other force that had come to this place on this night is man who had seen many battles throughout his life. This assassin, this mercenary, Slade Wilson had fought against armies and monsters. He had fought against targets with extraordinary abilities and some could say that it led him to this night. I cannot say how this night came to pass but I can say that for Slade Wilson, he never thought anything like this could come to pass. For a warrior such as himself, he believed that he had no emotions, no feelings, and no love. For so many years he believed the only thing that he could be was Deathstroke the Terminator. He never would have thought that this new contract he had would change his life forever.
On this legendary midnight in Venice came to pass, the ruthless Wilson Lector was accompanied by several of his men into a marvelous mansion. He passed by what would appear to be a small army, all of whom were armed with various weapons. Many of these soldiers could probably defeat the corrupt Wilson, for Wilson himself was not an experienced warrior. He intellect but with that intellect came no skills in the art of war. While his combat skills may be small, his intellect allowed him to reach levels far beyond most criminals. He walked inside this mansion without any thoughts on what was going to come to him. A butler came down a staircase and sauntered toward the ruthless crime lord. A crooked smile formed over Wilson’s face as the butler handed him a cigar. Wilson took the cigar and put it under his nose. He let out a sigh of relief as he prepared to smoke this highly priced cigar.
On the outside of this mansion, death was taking place in all directions. As the army of Wilson Lector had been taken out one by one by a group of assassins dwelling within the shadows, the powerful crime lord started making his way toward his sleeping chambers. It was not long until these assassins were spotted by several armed guards. Lector nearly dropped his cigar as his guards charged into his room to take him to a safer location. The thunderous sounds of gunfire echoed through all of Venice as battle was taking place in the magnificent mansion. One of Wilson Lector’s most trusted guards handed him a revolver and suggested that he use it in case this battle escalated. As the crime lord was being led to a secured panic room, he saw a couple glimpses of these highly trained assassins. He could have sworn that they appeared to be ninjas but he would never bet money on it. Suddenly, the shadows started attacking the guards that surrounded the crime lord. He pulled away as one of these ninjas was taking out a couple of his men but the assassin was shot down only in a matter of seconds.
As his personal guards started leading him in a different direction, Wilson Lector saw the bodies of several of his highly trained men and a couple of the bodies of the assassins. The stench that had come from the constant firing of the guns had completely filled the air but the sight was just a bloody pile of bodies everywhere. Wilson saw that there was only one assassin left. She had just taken out several men and a smirk formed over Wilson’s face. He ordered his men to take out this assassin but before he could get out his last words, something happened that totally took the guards by surprise. A bullet pierced through the face of Wilson Lector and his lifeless body fell forward onto the floor beneath him. Before the guards could even react, they were taken out quickly by another force. This force was ruthless and highly skilled. His skills far surpassed that of any of the soldiers that Wilson Lector had hired. He sliced through these guards as if they were nothing. The mercenary stood over the lifeless body of Wilson Lector and a smile formed under his mask. He turned his head and his single eye caught the eyes of the surviving female assassin. In that moment there was a silence that poured down from the Heavens, with that silence came something else entirely, it was as if it was magic that had come down before the two warriors. The only thing that could have ruined that moment was what was about to happen, something rose from the carnage that filled the mansion. One of the surviving guards started firing upon a chandelier that hung above the female assassin. She did not notice at first, all she did was sliced the guard’s neck open with her blade.
As the chandelier came falling down toward her, the masked assassin swiftly came down to get her out of the way. As their bodies touched and their eyes once again met, that feeling they had felt before had taken hold once again. Talia was speechless and so was Deathstroke. As he stood got to his feet, he was about to claim the head of Wilson Lector, but she stopped him and asked for his name. Slade gazed into her eyes and just disappeared. She thought about following him, deep down inside she wanted to follow him, but she just could not bring herself to follow this masked assassin. She watched as he took the head of the once powerful crime lord and he glanced back to see this woman once again. At that moment, seconds felt like hours and hours felt like seconds. For Slade, he had not felt anything like this for ages but for Talia, this is how she felt when she was with her beloved Bruce Wayne.
As this extraordinary midnight became part of the past, the two parted ways but it was nowhere near that simple. The memories of one another would follow them until the next day. Both Slade and Talia fought against these emotions and these memories. Both fought for different reasons but both fought for the same thing. For Slade, this battle of the mind was against the pain that follows with these feelings and for Talia she believed that she could only love one. As they continued to fight these feelings and thoughts throughout the night, they could not see that feelings would eventually overcome them.
As the rays of the morning sun started to pass through Venice, both Talia and Slade continued to reflect on the previous night. All they could think about was that moment their eyes met for the first time; it was a bright beautiful light in the dreadful dark world that they called their lives. Talia watched from a distance as the bodies of all of the guards were being cleaned up. She made sure that no sign of the League of Assassins would ever be found, but she still wanted to see the mansion the morning after. As the day came to pass, Slade collected his money for the head of Wilson Lector but it was not just money he got for the job, he received something much more. At that point, he knew he had to see her once again. He came to the decision to find her before she left Italy and this was good because it was one of Slade’s greatest skills, finding people. Throughout this day in Venice, the constant thought of one another raced through the minds. As the day came to an end and night had come once again, Talia prepared for her departure of Venice. She never knew if she would ever see that man in the mask again but she knew she had to get back to her father. As she started getting ready, she felt a presence in her room. This was the same presence she felt last night when she caught the eyes of the masked assassin. She turned to face this man who hid in the shadows but the light of the stars shined on his mask. She was about to speak but a silence had fallen between them as they gazed into each other’s eyes. Both of these exceptional warriors studied each other for several moments. As Talia studied his eyes, she noticed that one was dark. At that moment she knew had lost one of his eyes and he had probably lost much more than that during his life. Finally, Talia had the courage to break this peaceful and soothing silence.
“Who are you?” She asked as she continued to gaze into this masked warrior’s eye.
Slade had to think for several moments, for he usually did not go by his true name. Many only knew him as Deathstroke the Terminator or simply just Deathstroke, but he wanted to use his real name. With all his strength, he started to speak to this mysterious woman who caught his eye.
“My name is Slade… Slade Wilson.” He replied as he started to circle around her. “What is your name?”
Talia’s eyes followed Slade as he circled around her until he went disappeared behind her but she could still feel his presence. “My name is Talia al Ghul.”
Finally, Slade came back into the path of gorgeous eyes. “And what are you intentions Talia al Ghul?” Slade asked with that smooth mysterious yet powerful voice.
“I was here to cleanse the world of Wilson Lector. What are your intentions?” Talia replied as she started to circle around the mercenary.
“I did not ask what your intentions were… I asked what they are… I was here for a job and I completed my job… Now I’m here to see who you are…” Slade replied with that same voice.
“I am about to depart and return to my father.” Talia replied as she got back Slade’s sight.
“You could have left any time today but you did not… You stayed… You stayed for a reason… What was that reason?” Slade asked as their eyes caught once again. Once again that feeling of peace had come down between them with a powerful force.
An angelic smile formed over Talia’s beautiful face as she reached into her pockets. As he hand emerged from her pocket, Slade saw a small tracking device he had placed on her. A smile formed under his mask as several thoughts started racing through his mind. As she spoke, his attention turned to her every word. “You left me with this, which would mean you wanted to find me?”
Slade continued to smile as he glanced at both Talia and the small tracking device. “What if I came to kill you?”
Talia walked over to a bed side table and placed the small device down on the table. She turned around and that same angelic smile continued to shine on her face. “If you truly came to kill me, I feel we would not be having a conversation such as this.”
Slade started walking toward Talia and fought every urge he had to place his arms around her. “Then why is it you wanted to wait for me?” Slade asked as he started walking back to the corner of the room.
“Why is it that you wanted to find me?” Talia asked as she followed Slade back to that little corner of the room.
Slade paused for a moment and thought about every single event that occurred in his life. All the battles, all the training, all the mission could never prepare him for something such as this. He gazed into her dark gorgeous eyes and said, “I had to see you.”
Talia gazed over his mask and noticed that one side was orange while the other side was black. She reached to pull off his mask but he gently grabbed her arms. As their bodies touched, that wonderful feeling started to burn inside of them like a raging uncontrollable fire. She looked into his eye and her gentle voice simply asked, “Why?”
Slade closed his eye and thought for several moments before looking back at the face of an angel. “You must not see what lies underneath this mask.” Slade said as he gently let go of her hands.
“I have to see the man under the mask.” Talia said as she continued to look into eye.
Slade reach up to take off his mask and show his true face. She looked over him for several moments. He wore an eye patch to cover what he had lost so long ago, he had scars from battles throughout his life, and his hair was white from the experiences he had gained. “I cover my face because as a man I am Slade Wilson but as this I am Deathstroke.” Slade said as he put the mask onto his face once again.
“Why is it that you cover your face around me?” Talia asked as her hands gently rubbed against the warrior’s chest.
“For many, they are turned away just by the sight of my face. The face of Slade Wilson is nothing more than just a person but the face of Deathstroke means much more to people.” Slade replied as leaned back against the wall.
“I am not most people… I am someone much more than just most people…” Talia said as she leaned into Slade.
“What makes you more?” Slade asked as a smirk formed over his face under the mask.
Talia once again reached for his mask and slowly took it off. She threw onto the ground and their eyes caught once again. This time they came and closer together until their lips met. For several moments they stayed in that corner until Slade, picked her up and carried her to the bed. It was not long until their clothes were taken off by one another and the passion grew into an intense heat. The magic that they thought happened the night before did not compare in any way to the magic that was happening on this night. This passion, this fire burned until the next day. Slade felt something he had not felt for several years, he felt happy. As for Talia, this feeling became stronger than anything she had ever felt for Bruce. This night was perfect but it had to end, for Talia knew she had to return to her father. She feared what her father would say about this but she also did not care. Deep within her, she was falling in love with this man for some odd reason and the same exact feeling was dwelling inside of Slade Wilson.
“Why must this have to end?” Talia asked as she looked up at Slade.
Slade looked down at the angel that had come into his life and a smirk formed at the side of his mouth. “This does not have to end. We can find a way… We can always find a way…” Slade said as he went down to kiss her lips once again.
“I fear that we cannot make this work… My father will never allow such a thing to happen between me and someone such as you.” Talia said as she glanced out the window.
“Someone like me?” Slade asked as he gazed into her infinite beauty.
“You are a mercenary who kills for money…” Talia said as she looked back into his eyes.
“And what are you? What is your father?” Slade asked as he continued to be overwhelmed by her presence.
“I am part of the League of Assassins… We fight for the balance of the world… We kill to save this world from the evils of man...” Talia replied as she gently rubbed her hand down his face.
“We’re not so different. I just get a pay check at the end of the day.” Slade said as he started kissing her once again.
“My father will not view it that way… He believes that people who kill for money are worthless in this world. He believes that they are only a means to an end.” Talia replied as she started kissing his cheeks.
“And what do you believe, my dear?” Slade asked as he gently rubbed hand down her body.
“I believe in this moment… I believe in us…” Talia replied.
“Then that is what matters now…” Slade replied.
As Slade and Talia went their separate paths, they vowed that this was not the end. For Slade, that entire month was amazing, he met with Talia several times that month and they practiced their love for hours on end. As for Talia, her love was a secret that she kept from her father. Throughout that month, several contracts were made for the deadly Deathstroke. Battles were fought and much blood was spilt that entire month. The stroke of death came upon many that were put at a descent price. As the month of January came to a close for the dangerous masked assassin, he decided that one final assignment this month would make the perfect month.
His new job was some politician name Jake Erin. Slade studied the area and made a plan. He watched as secret service agents stood outside the compound. Deathstroke gripped the handle of the gun tightly as he shot down several agents. Many of them started forming up to take a stand against this attacker. A smile formed under the mask of Deathstroke as he gently pressed a button. Several explosions started going off all at once as the agents were becoming disoriented. Slade ran down firing his automatic rifle upon of the agents. Several of them tried to fight back but Slade was simply too fast. His skills could not be matched and his brutality was unbearable. He took out his swords and sliced his way passed the several agents. The grounds became stained with blood as Deathstroke made his way inside the compound. As he entered, he unpinned several grenades and threw them down the hallways. He heard several agents scream to get cover but it did not matter. Slade slaughtered everyone in his path. Finally, the only thing that separated him from the politician was a metal door. He knew on the other side of that door, there would be an army of guns trained on him. He always loved a challenge but this was just another job. He noticed that the door had an electrical lock to it. He placed a device on the keypad and waited for it to open. As the door open, he stood for covered as the guns started going off. He slid several pieces of C4 at the entrance of the door and stood back with the detonator. He pressed the button and watched as the black smoke started filling the air. Fire swarmed through the room and the politician was being led out with what little agents were left. Slade shot down the surviving agents and stood over the politician, who was on his knees before him. Deathroke drew out his sword and was fully prepared for the final blow.
“Please! Please! I’m going to stop the mob!” Jake pleaded as he knew there was nothing could do.
Deathstroke’s sword fell and decapitated the young politician. He picked up Jake’s head and put it in a bag. He walked outside and left the compound. Several thoughts race through his mind after that but the main thoughts were of Talia. He thought about what the politician said about the mob but Slade was not a hero. He was not fighting against crime or corruption but he was not corrupt. He simply did what he was paid to do. He did not have some higher calling or some belief, he had his job. As he once again collected his pay, he could not help but think of Talia. The man who gave him the job glanced down at the head and a look of disgust came over his face. As he looked back up at Deathstroke, his look changed to a smile.
“You do not disappoint. I was told you were the best and I can see why.” The man said with an accent.
“Just give me the money.” Slade as he gazed at the man with a blank stare.
“The money has been wired to the account that you have been provided.” The man replied as he threw bag with the head down on the ground. The man gazed over Slade’s mask and a curious smile formed across his cheeks. “Why is it that you wear a mask?”
Slade opened up a computer to see that the money had in fact been transferred to his account. He closed his computer and simply turned to leave.
“You are truly Deathstroke the Terminator.” The man said as Slade disappeared into the shadows.
As Slade prepared to depart this city, he reflected back on the times he had spent with Talia in the past month. He was not one for emotions or feelings, but what was inside of him followed him on every job he took this month. He constantly thought about her and wanted to be with her. He felt happy, for the first time since he could remember, he actually felt happy. As he packed away his several different weapons and picked up his sword. His powerful grip on the handle of the sword grew tighter as he started to think about the face of Talia. He took a deep breath as he put the sword away into the bag. In a couple weeks, Valentine’s would come to the world. He never gave this a single thought in his entire life but now he actually wanted to see Talia or unleash a Valentine’s Day Massacre on a job that had a good pay check. After several moments of thinking about Talia, he remembered some of the lives he had taken throughout his career. It was only a brief moment, for that was still just part of the job. He did not care about these people because he simply could not care about them. There were some that in fact haunted him almost every day but he found a way to overcome that pain. As finished packing, he started walking out of the room and into the outside world. He glanced up at the sky above and saw nothing city’s lights and some kind of musky fog like substance. “So much for a star filled sky.” He thought as he left this city.
While things might have been amazing for the masked warrior, they were completely different for daughter of Ra’s al Ghul. She struggled with every passing day that month, while she enjoyed every moment she spent with Slade. The things that she struggled with were the secrets she had to keep from her father. She knew that he would forbid such a love to go on and she knew that if he would find out about this forbidden love, then he would send out forces to murder him. She could not let that happen to him. There was something else that she had struggled with throughout this early month of January. She thought about the man she had loved for several years, Bruce Wayne. As the month came to a close, she had to make a decision between these loves that she holds so dare. She left for Gotham in hopes that seeing Bruce would finally allow her to make a decision.
It was a cold Gotham night and little crime had gone throughout past couple of week. Was it fear or simply just the cold that caused crime to be so little during this month? Bruce felt somewhat relieved that Gotham started looking better on each passing day. He reflected back on the psychos he had faced over the years and how many of those villains were locked away in Gotham. There were a couple that was still loose in the streets and in time, they would eventually face the justice that all crime must face. As the time seemed like it was destined to be an uneventful and meaningless night, he saw received a call from Oracle. She explained that Black Mask was holding several hostages in the Gotham Museum of Fine Arts. As fast as he could, Bruce made his way toward the museum and studied it from the outside. He quickly made a plan that would allow him to get inside unnoticed. As he made his way inside the museum, he stealthily took down a couple armed henchmen and finally made his way into the main gallery. He caught by surprise when he found that Black Mask was tied up in the center of the room. He cursed out several phrases but what surprised the Dark Knight the most was the person who sauntered out of the shadows. She walked past several art displays until she came into full light before the Cape Crusader. She then proceeded to knock the crime boss unconscious. Several different thoughts raced through Bruce’s mind but not one stood out the most. Finally, he found the strength to speak.
“What are you doing here, Talia?” He said in his powerful dark voice.
“I have come to see you, my love.” Talia said as she started walking closer to the Batman.
Bruce started turning away and tried to think of a possible reason as to why she was there. “What is Ra’s planning?” He asked as he glared back into her eyes.
“Ra’s is not here… There is no plan, no war, nothing… I have come to see you again…” Talia said as she stood before the Batman.
“I trouble believing you, Talia… There is always something when it comes to Ra’s and the League of Assassins.” Batman replied as he glared into her eyes.
“Believe what you want but I have truly come for you…” Talia said as she came up and her lips gently touched against the lips of Bruce.
For several moments they shared a passionate kiss but something was different. She did not feel the same spark that she had felt so many times before. She did not have same feelings now then those times she had spent with Slade. She stepped back for a moment and a tear started running down her cheek. Bruce knew something was different when he kissed her. He felt as if she was no longer in love with him. He walked closer toward her and gazed down into hers.
“What is it, Talia?” Bruce asked with a smoother voice.
“I’m sorry… I just… I do not feel the same love that I once had for you…” She said as several tears started running down her face.
For a moment, Bruce thought about all the times he had spent with Talia and now this was the end. In that moment, he knew he had to let her go. He came closer and gave her a hug. “It’s okay, Talia. It’s okay.”
Talia gave the Dark Knight one last kiss before disappearing into the darkness. The Cap Crusader stood there for several moments and fought to bury the feelings that were dwelling with inside of him. He turned to face the unconscious Roman Sionis and shook his head. He waited for the S.W.A.T. teams to come and take this crime lord into custody before vanishing into the night.
As Talia returned to League of Assassins, she felt a sense of comfort in finally knowing that she had found a new love in her life but soon all of that was about to change. As trained for several hours with various weapons and sparing partners, she was confronted by her father. Ra’s al Ghul stood before her and led her into his own personal room. She had been here many times and many of those times were to help plan with her father on ways to save the world from the corruption of man. Now she stood in here once again but she did not know what it was for. Ra’s al Ghul sat down on what would appear to be almost like a throne. He stared at his daughter for several moments with a dreadful silence.
Finally, he spoke and the words sent a shiver down Talia’s spine.
“For this past month, I know of your actions, Talia... You should know that you cannot keep things from me.” Ra’s said as he crossed his fingers and leaned back in his throne like chair.
“Father, I can explain…” Talia said as she started walking closer to her father.
“No… No you cannot… This love you think you feel is forbidden and you of all should know that by now… The only love you should have is for the one who will carry out this legacy…” Ra’s said as he continue glare at his daughter.
“This man, he’s different. I love him…” Talia pleaded.
“I do not care… He is no better than the filth that the League of Assassins takes care of… He is filth that kills for money… We are better, for we carry out what will bring balance to this world…” Ra’s said as he leaned forward.
“He’s more than that, father…” Talia said as she leaned onto his desk.
“What he is then that makes him so special to you?” Ra’s asked.
“I care for him deeply.” Talia replied.
“I have cared for many over the years and the only thing that it has ever gotten me was hurt. That pain has made me stronger and better than anything this masked mercenary will ever be.” Ra’s said as he stood off his throne.
“Why is it that you hate him so much?” Talia asked.
“He will get you killed! He will destroy my legacy!” Ra’s yelled as he walked closer toward his daughter.
“I have faced dangers before, father!” Talia argued.
“Yes but it was for my will! This is not my will! You obey me!” Ra’s argued as he circled around his daughter. “I have sent Tybalt to take care of this Deathstroke… He will no longer be a part of your life.”
Tears ran down Talia’s face as Ra’s left her there knowing that he would not stop until Slade was dead.
It was one of the early days February, when Slade was making his way through a room. He had just sharpened all of his blades and loaded up all of his firearms. He heard a noise and felt a presence within the room. He stood up and gave a quick glance around the room.
“You can come out now.” He said in a calm voice.
Tybalt charged out of the charged, throwing knives and ninja stars. Slade jumped out of the way and drew out his sword. He stood ready for a battle. At first glance, he could tell this man was part of the League of Assassins. A smirk formed across Slade’s face as prepared for a battle.
“So soon… I’m touched.” Slade sarcastically as the two warriors circled around each other.
Tybalt did not say anything; he just simply drew out two of his blades and went in for the attack. Slade quickly countered the attacks and kicked him back against a wall. Slade knew that this would be a quick and easy battle, just by the first attack but Tybalt would fight until the end. In fury and rage, Tybalt charged him once again, trying to find a weak spot. Blades collided and tempered flared, but it was not too long until Slade punched the Assassin across the face. Tybalt spit out a mouthful of blood and gazed upon his enemy. Throughout his life and training, he had never fought such an opponent. This mercenary was fast and strong. For Slade, he had faced much worse, so this was not much of a challenge.
“I am disappointed… I thought you would be more of a challenge.” Slade said in that same calm voice.
Tybalt, with all his anger and rage, charged the mercenary once again but this time Slade quickly sliced through his gut. Tybalt fell to his knees and glanced up at the one eyed mercenary. “You may have struck me down with death but you will fall before Ra’s al Ghul.”
“Is that right? Where is he now?” Slade asked as he leaned closer to the dying Assassin.
“He is going to kill you.” Tybalt said with a satisfied smile.
“Very well.” Slade said as he sliced Tybalt’s neck open with his blade.
Tybalt fell forward onto the ground. His blood stained formed a pool beneath him and Slade just gazed over his body. He knew more would come and knew that he had to stop Ra’s al Ghul. He searched the body and found a blood stained note. The note explained that if Tybalt shall fall then Slade should venture to Paris to confront the great Ra’s al Ghul and if he did not, then Talia would pay the ultimate price. Slade crumbled the note in his hand and thought for a moment. He knew that this would be a trap but he had to save this woman that he had developed these feelings for. He gathered his weapons and prepared to leave. If this Ra’s al Ghul wanted a war, then that it what he was going to get.
February 14, Valentine’s Day
Ra’s stood before his restrained daughter. He rubbed his hand through her hair but she struggled against him. “I hope he kills you.” Talia said as she gazed up into her father’s eyes.
“We will see. I have lived 600 years and I will not let this man bring me death!” Ra’s said as he gazed out into the world.
He heard the thunders of gunfire echo all throughout and he knew that Deathstroke was killing everyone in his path. Explosions filled the air and smoke rose above Paris. All of it has led to this moment… Slade came into the room, covered in the blood of many Assassins. Ra’s stood before him and drew out his sword. Slade’s sword had already been drawn and he was prepared to end this war tonight.
“It is fitting that this shall happen on this night. This Valentine’s Night in this City of Love and Lights…
"Tonight has become a Valentine’s Massacre and it will only end with your death.” Ra’s said as he circled around the mask mercenary.
Slade just stood in silence and waited for Ra’s to make the first move.
“The forbidden love will end tonight!” Ra’s said as he quickly ran into to attack Deathstroke. The battle between two powerful warriors has begun…
Posted 26 August 2013 - 02:57 PM
Aaanndd... I see that the judges of the CBUB 2013 March Challenge forgot to place its winning entry here. Boratz, if by some miracle you happen to look in here, I give a very belated congrats for having yet another match posted here, and my apologies for it not being posted here sooner. You've basically owned this thread at this point.
Jack Bauer vs. Phillip (the Governor) by Boratz
Posted 26 August 2013 - 04:12 PM
Yes, I know this match finished second in the February Challenge to Nova's match, but by all accounts, it came in a very close second place. And honestly, both Nova's and Boratz's entries that month were among the best matches entered in any of these challenges.
Posted 27 August 2013 - 12:53 PM
The site may go down at any time and no one else wants to preserve some of the great CBUB matches? That's kind of tough to believe. Once the matches disappear from this site, they may be gone forever otherwise. Also, if no one wants to deal with the block o' text matches in the latter half of the CBUB Archives, remember that the block o' text bug only hit the Archives in October of 2010. The matches before that were unaffected.
Anyways, it wouldn't feel right if one of Dinsdale Piranha's matches didn't make it here. Most of them have been good to great, but I chose to induct this one due to it possibly having his best match recap.
Catwoman vs. Amanda by Dinsdale Piranha
Red Wolf smashed his coup stick across Sabertooth's face, drawing a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth. The brute only smiled and shrugged his arm, flinging the wolf that clung to his wrist across the room. He raised his bloody wrist and touched the tip of his tongue to his own blood, then grinned.
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