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6000 CYCLES
240,000 YEARS
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The sky was a mix of a deep crimson and pitch black the darkness stretching on and on further than the eye could see. the floor was smooth and slippery due to a level of blood that reached to just about ankle height. The air was moist and humid holding the stench of rotten corpses that piled for miles high
A figure stood tall in the darkness though it was something they were barely holding together as there body rocked and swayed as if a stiff breeze would knock them over. they were average height with pale skin and dark brown hair that reached down to there shoulders from all angles while it was filled with knots and mats. they wore a thin black trench coat with a white shirt underneath along with black pants and boots all of which were battered and ripped held up by hopes and dreams
The figure let out a raspy breath the space around him glitching slightly. His body shook with each second yet he didn’t stop…after all…he had been doing this for 240,000 years and like a light shining in the darkness…he saw a way to finally break free
Another figure stood a little ways away…though this one was anything but human. it was made of writhing and bulging red and pink flesh that was mashed together to make a humanoid shape. it was taller than the figure by at least double yet it was wrong…so wrong… its limbs bent at unnatural angles as if it didn't know how joints were meant to operate. it had no eyes yet it stared into its opponents soul the bottom of its head having rows of jagged teeth that jutted out forming the shape of a mouth yet that was done wrong as well.
The sad attempt at a face on the living flesh twisted multiple ways as if it couldn't choose to have a rage filled scowl or a manic grin…it lowered itself like a beast ready to pounce…its voice echoing through the abyss like thousands of screams trying to be heard over each other.
“ YoUR GETtInG SlowER” it taunted in a sing song voice one that came out like a mix between a broken record and nails down a chalkboard
The other figure smirked his only arm raising to make a classic taunting gesture while his voice echoed out through the abyss as if it was spoken 1000 times in one instance
“Oh really because from what i’m seeing…i don’t have to got all out” the one arm figure let out a raspy chuckle his smirk widening but only by a centimetre or two however the living flesh noticed it instantly.
Said flesh froze the concept slowly processing through whatever the thing had in place of a brain. Its hands…or rather claws curled into fist the teeth that made up its mouth grinding together with enough force to shoot out sparks in every direction.
“WhAt” he demanded rather than asked the bones that acted as its fingers growing as its rage and hatred grew to new hights.
The figure with one arm chuckled…but much like his smirk it was a facade, a trick one needed to get into the thing's head…and it was clearly working
( Thats it! Thats it! ) his mind cheered ( its just oh so insulting being talked down to by vermin like me )
The figure bounced on the balls of his feet though he strained to keep his smirk going as jolts of agonising pain shot up his body with each movement. He kept pushing changing his classic taunt into a finger wave one that was slow and filled with mockery
“Oh come on now surely a god such as yourself wouldn't let itself be mocked by a fool”
The living flesh lost whatever composure it had as it screeched like a demon rushing forward its right arm forming a larger claw made of even more serrated teeth, its other arm flailing behind. The figure with one arm chuckled before he dashed back moving in a blur of light green glitching energy. he dodged and weaved each of the living flesh strikes as they grew more wild and manic…but then he made his counter attack
The figure slipped under a slash from the flesh before he slammed a palm against its side his hand glowing with the same green energy. the living flesh stumbled back a section of its side turning to dust though new flesh quickly moved in to heal the wound. the flesh screeched louder swing his other arm downwards his hand balling into a spike fist made of meat and spike like bones.
The figure countered with grace rather than brute force. He leapt upwards landing on the elbow of the flesh's attacking arm. Before the figure could complete his counter however the flesh tried to shoot spikes of bones out from along its arm a brutal attempt to end its opponent…it was something the figure saw coming. He leaned back balancing himself on his only arm before his body was coated in glitching green light.
In an instant the one armed figure glitched away moving to the exact same position he stood in before his counter. He twisted his hips putting all his weight toward a palm strike aimed at the center of the living flesh…yet that too was a faint however. His palm stopped inches away from the mass of flesh were a set of spiked teeth had formed to try and bite down on the figures hand
The figure twisted his wrist holding the back of his hand towards the living flesh. Quickly he snapped his fingers, the surrounding air distorting as he did so. The flesh was suddenly doused in the glitching green energy as it’s form was rewound to the position from before its initial charge.
The figure pulled his only arm out to the side, green glitching energy gathering in his palm. each passing moment making the energy more and more volatile as if it were a nuclear reaction seconds away from a meltdown.
The figure swung its arm forward the collected energy shooting outwards in a crescent shaped wave breaking the space around it. The flesh met the attack head on. The meat that made up its arms stretched outwards the flesh further densifying to levels that defied physics. The wave of glitching energy sent by the figure slammed against the arms of the living flesh the bones that made up its clawed hands digging into the center splitting the energy in half sending it soaring away.
The now two sources of energy flew through the abyss eventually imploding in on themselves from there lack of proper structure. Said release of energy sent shockwaves coursing throughout the abyss launching tsunami sized waves of blood into the air. After a beat of silence the waves of blood lost there momentum turning into rain that fell over both opponents. The living flesh kept its usual stance standing like a rabid wolf. Meanwhile the figure took the total opposite posture keeping his stance upright and tense the clock hand in each of his eyes ticking by slowly as he honed his focus.
The droplets fell one each of the fighters acting like fuel to the flesh invigorating it to even greater levels of bloodlust…to the figure on the other hand the droplets of blood acted like acid burning away any skin that it made contact with.
It never swayed his focus instead every wound would simply rewind to beforehand healing the damage instantly. The figure looked his eyes onto the face of the flesh its expression twisting into one of both seething rage and confusion.
“ YoU arE…….HOldIng BaCK??? “ it mumbled slowly finding the idea difficult to believe. Internally the figure smirked trying to hold back his excitement as the flesh took the bait. Choosing to respond with actions rather than words the figure changed his stance into something more akin to one of an olympic sprinter.
Once again the air glitched the glowing green energy pulsing around the figure with greater intensity than any of his previous attacks. The flesh paused taking in the sight…before its grin widened to the point of splitting its face in half.
“ STOckPILE “ it stated now sounding like a child getting a new toy. The figure held his breath pulling all his focus to his next move. The flesh didn't stop him instead it readied itself holding out an arm as once again flesh and bones densified in preparation.
That filled the figure with more confidence although not for anything regarding his actual attack…it was for his true goal.
His plan was admittedly quite simple however the figure had always been one to believe that there was beauty in simplicity. The energy continued to build as the flesh also prepared itself its excitement growing with each second.
Soon enough the flesh would have its wish granted as after a few more moments…the figure released the energy.
He shot off in a beam of pure light his speed breaking apart the space around him for miles. The beam of light grew with each second as it travel continuing to build itself as the figure charged towards the flesh.
The flesh laughed like a psychopathic demon seeing the attack as a challenge a chance to prove himself superior…and that was something it could never ignore. This was something the figure knew and it was exactly why he knew his plan would work
Holding out its clawed hand the flesh swung towards the figure as he approached. It was a clash of strength a clash of resolve a clash of willpower…or at least…thats what the flesh thought.
Instead the flesh hit nothing its swing cleaving the air apart with enough force to send shockwaves through the abyss for miles. It blinked genuinely stunned as its mind took a few seconds to process the sudden shift in tone.
It twisted in place its upper torso breaking apart to turn a full 180 degrees…thats when it finally saw what the figure was doing. The beam of light was still going the figure still stationed at its center as he surge through the abyss in what seemed like a random direction…but the flesh knew better…it knew exactly where the figure was going.
With each second the figure got closer and closer to his goal each moment filling him with a burning desired to reach it. hovering just above the floor of the abyss sat a deep navy blue light a complete contrast to the red and black of the abyss. The light changed its configuration constantly, restructuring itself into shapes that were impossible to describe.
The sight of the light gave the figure more strength allowing him to somehow explode forward with even greater speed. Of course his plan wouldn’t just move along so smoothly as the roaring screech of the flesh echoed throughout the entire abyss.
The blood that coated the floor bubbled as if it had been boiled from inside the center of a star. Faster than the human eye could track tendrils of flesh shot out of the blood all coated in serrated teeth. The tendrils charged towards the figure some trying to slash some trying to stab while others tried to block off his path…it didn't work.
Thanks to the time the figure had to both charge up and build on his attack he was able to plow through the tendrils turning them to dust the instant he made contact with them. The flesh tried to catch up chasing after the figure on all fours like a wild beast…but it was too late.
Holding out his arm the figure felt his finger tips reach into the light all while the flesh screamed in rage…but the figure didn't care all he could feel was the genuine smile that stretched across his face his mind going completely calm.
( i…i….i made it )
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Cool droplets padded against the figures unconscious form. It didn't stay that way for long as the figure suddenly jolted awake his instincts making up bark out in alarm. He coughed trying to blink away his blurry vision while he took in his surroundings.
At first panic took over his thoughts his mind still stuck on the idea of being trapped in the abyss with the flesh…but then he felt the droplets that fell onto his skin. They were cold nothing like the warm acidic blood that always tried to peel away at his skin. He froze the nearly forgotten sensation acting as a way to tether him in place.
He tried to breathe shutting his eyes while he used his arm to feel at the grounded around him. It was rough and coursed yet also damp with small cracks that dotted the ground from every direction. The figure finished his breathing trying to use his arm to push himself upwards.
It took him a minute to do so however as his muscles quivered with each second of use while pain shot through his bones…but he didn't stop
He stood on shaking feet his clothes completely soaked from both the rain and the puddle he was apparently laying in. he once again blinked away any blurriness in his eyes managing to do so with more difficulty than he would have liked…that feeling was soon washed away however by the sudden realisation of where the figure actually was.
The pale city
The figure recognised it instantly the saturated blue that covered the air, the way the buildings turned inwards towards the streets and above all else he recognised its sheer size.
And most importantly…it was the exact same street a certain bag headed boy had made his final stand.
That wasn’t what locked the figure into place…it wasn’t even close…
Staring down the street that seemed to stretch on forever the figure was met with the sight of a fog that blocked his view like a wall. There was only one thing visible through the mist a small red light that blinked on with a hypnotic rhythm.
That made the figure turn in place his pain and weakness forgotten…he knew what that light belonged to…and the thought of it made his blood boil.
He held out his hand the air around him glitching with the same intensity as his hatred…then he snapped his fingers.
A glitching shockwave boomed out from the figure pulsing throughout the entier city. The energy washed the fog away like if a powerwasher went against a small stain. The source of the blinking light had now been revealed in all its disgusting glory…the tower
The figure felt his hatred get suddenly replaced by a strange form of numbness…he had been waiting for this moment for 240,000 years…but now…now he was at a loss for words.
The face of the tower shifted its smooth black surface seeming to move on its own. A glowing yellow light beamed out from a metal eye that formed on the towers front. It was a reaction to the pulse the tower itself trying to find the source of the disturbance…and when it did…it froze into place.
The beam covered the figure almost like a spotlight as the figure stared at the tower with a blank mind…he didn't know what to do…he knew what he wanted to do…but he didn't know how.
Strangely the figure still moved his body acting on pure instinct as the towers eye widen in complete and utter shock
The figures arm fell to his side while the air went eerily still
“ its been a while”
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