Teeloffel
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This is a short story, not a roleplay. I do not accept any replies here that are in IC. (without planning beforehand)
Date: 4th of April 2027 - Location: --- Downtown Newport....
The crimson rain filled the streets of Newport with water, rinsing the concrete of the blood. He got up from the ground to throw another punch, barely missing his target, and falling into the trash can opposite the man. His friends were ridiculing them and their dance. The man was playing with him, like a toy.
A few minutes before the confrontation the young boy was picking up a wallet he had found in an alley. It was wet, it had laid in a puddle presumably all morning. The wallet was weighted, it weighed almost more than a stone. What was in it? As the young boy opened it with his dirty fingers he found some change, a passport that had its details washed away by the rain and a note. As he opened the note he heard a sharp noise behind him and as he looked back the note was out of his hand.
Footsteps were approaching from behind him. Out of the shadows, they came. Four members of an adolescent group all twice as tall and strong as the kid. They had a violent presence about them as if they weren't going to pass him when they encountered him. A few words and laughs were exchanged between them before one of them spoke up.
"You seem lost, kid. This ain't no place for a little youngster for you to be fooling around in" said the man with the spikiest hair, as if that was any indication.
The child looked sharply behind him and realized they were far closer than what he had thought. Seeing as he had certainly no way to get out of the alley before they could grab him he only sat still and observed where the situation would go from there. Him getting up was apparently the instigator for the fight. It wasn't a fight, more so a beating.
After a few bloody hard hits, the kid was on the ground, having lost the wallet in the process. He looked around on the concrete for it but it was nowhere to be found. He looked to his left, the bustling megacity of Newport with its several layers of highway, streets, and transportation. He looked to his left, a deep and dark alleyway filled with dumpster fires and drug gatherings further down, descending into the ground. Above him was a several stories tall apartment building meant to house mentally ill patients. The steel staircase could be a way for him to escape he thought as he got up to meet the gaze of the men.
The man who had knocked him down grabbed the kid by the throat and plunged him into the brick wall, breaking many of his ribs. As he fell down, a bloody mark could be seen on the wall. He wasn't sure he was going to survive this. The kid had lived on the streets for a long time and had encountered several thugs, at least as violent as these but none tho would actively try to kill him. He didn't go by a name on the streets, he was only Young, Kid, Buddy something along the lines of that. Not all that uncommon names for a 15-year-old.
He got up even if he felt his ribs cutting into his chest. The blood was running from several wounds he had gotten on his sides. He held down into the wound, it was filled with broken glass pieces. His hands were bloodied. He looked up into the Night Sky and could see the Full Moon above him as well as a shadow atop the building. The kid squinted to get a closer look at the figure but before he had the chance it was gone. The biggest of the gang approached him.
"You have a lot of balls to get up from a hit like that. You know you're just a worthless piece of trash, right? You were left on the street, kid. No one wants you." the large muscular bald titan said to the bleeding kid.
He couldn't have told you how it happened but in an instant all 4 of the gang was on the ground, bleeding and moaning in pain. The kid looked around. He looked up and saw nothing but the moon and the stars. As he looked back towards the ground, the bodies were swiftly gone. He stumbled out of the alley into the streets, bleeding as he went along.
"I wouldn't walk into the street looking like that" a soft feminine voice whispered in his ear.
He swiftly looked around to find nothing but an empty alley. He could feel a presence in his area. Not again, he thought. He had been beaten enough, he just wanted to lay down even if it was his bug-infested dirty mattress in his hideout beneath the boardwalk.
The womanly voice was given form as he turned around again facing the alley. A woman in a dark robe filled with etchings and writings. She looked like a member of an occult organization. She looked eerily similar to some of the photos in his Book. The book he had feared so many years ago. It was still a part of him so he kept it in a secure hidden place, somewhere deep in the city. He would occasionally find it by pure chance and read it again and again. There was so much wisdom in that book, so many stories about great heroes vanquishing great evil. There were also dark pages. Pages that had hidden writing that would only appear if he were reading and focused. Skimming the book did not produce these writings, only intense focused reading would do that. The woman's face was obscured by a mask.
You can imagine this in a dark and white color scheme and with a heavier mask influence.
The woman's speech was met with a barrage of comments.
"Who are you? What did you do to them? How did you get here?" cried the boy out in confusion.
The woman looked at the boy, eyeing him up and down. She was clearly armed with something, perhaps a knife he thought to himself. The rain was now pouring down even heavier than before. The city had a very sophisticated system in dealing with excessive rain. Walls would be raised in the inner city levels, especially uptown and districts that required protection from floods. The excess water would go into a purification system and would be disposed of into the drinking water.
"These questions have no purpose being answered as it would only summon more confusion for you, Adam," the woman told the boy.
That.. that name. It was his. Long ago, when he lived in an estate. Long ago when his mother would still hug him and when his father would read to him. It had been so long since he had heard that name from someone's mouth. This woman had been searching for him for a long time it seemed. Adam was defensive now. He would not let someone like this close to him after what happened all those years ago in the schoolyard.
She noticed he was tense and responded with a calming.
"It's going to be okay, I know your parents or at least we did," she said softly to him.
"I'll tell you all about it. But not here, we're not safe here. I was trailed before I got here. That note you picked up was the location of my base." she told him.
Adam was intrigued by this woman but also threatened. He stood there in the rain with his broken ribs and bloodied back. He tried to throw a punch at her but the instant he even came close to her, she was behind him. The rain where she had stood left a silhouette of a woman as well as the path she had to have taken to get behind him. He was intimated.
"What did you do that for? You're hurt. I have supplies at my shack, you just have to follow me" she told him
She continued down the alleyway and into the darkness. He was destined to follow her and so he did. The way was long and winding. He thought long about how she had dodged that punch of his, it was about to hit her regardless if she had seen it coming or not. It was calculated, even if she had dodged it. It was strange too... the marking she left in the rain when she dodged. Rain would never stop like that, Adam thought to himself.
As they approached the end of the alley he could see a dumpster that stood into the wall. The woman moved over to it and waited for Adam to arrive, he was noticeably slower than usual because of his injuries. He had bled all the way from the street to the hideout, which was a considerable distance. The woman touched the dumpster in various places. Under, over and on the sides of it which triggered it to move out of the way. Underneath it was a staircase that went underground.
The room which met him was like taken out of a nightmare. Drawings and sketches of monstrous entities filled the walls. Blood had seeped into the floorboards. Numerous insects and rodents fled the scene and the only thing lighting the room was a ring of candles in the middle of it. The room was small and encased in cardboard. Water was dripping from above into a bucket filled with water along with god-knows-what. There was only a desk, a shelf, and a bed. Adam wondered where she did her... duties.
"I know it's a mess but get comfortable. I will explain to you why I found you" she said.
Adam sat down on what little ground there was left that wasn't filled with ink, trash or blood and listened to the woman.
"Long ago there existed a tribe, much like the humans of today, they harvested food from the earth and they made art. This tribe was nothing special at first until one day a child from the tribe wandered into a local cave and found writings on the wall. He ran back to the village elder to tell them about the cave but it was too late. The tribe had been massacred. Brutally killed by forces unknown. intestines and organs were thrown around the village center. Human heads lay atop the spikes of the wall. Even his mother and father had been gouged.
This man took it upon himself to learn what these writings meant. He lived in that cave and only left for short periods of time, always keeping an extra eye on the Darkness that laid inside that cave. He was afraid. For every single day for 200 years. This man was afraid. He lived in that cave and wrote everything he learned on a small notepad. This man was called Fergalious and lived thousands of years ago. In the cave, he learned of the creatures that laid in the dark. The knocks on the wall at night. The things that lay in the mist. Much like yourself. Have you given it a name yet?
Anyway. Fergalious gathered other members of various tribes and rebuilt the village. They called themselves "The Bound"
This time he was prepared. No one was allowed to go into the cave but him. His writings were passed on to other members of the group. The Bound would work for centuries on decoding the writings and what powers they held over the people. Fergalious lived for over 250 years. This was unnatural even for today's standards. He lived a peaceful life in that village as the leader of The Bound until one day. It was a dark day. The sun was blocked off and the Night had come quicker than he thought. Fergalious went into the cave and came out.. different. The Bound would notice it and held their weapons at him when he arrived at the gate. They were useless. Nothing stood against his wrath. Legend says that he still might live on in the mountains far away from here, with some unimaginable power. I personally believe he was killed long ago by some hero with a power beyond his own.
I'm a member of the Bound just as your father and mother were. We studied together in the temples of the Tibetian munks. They helped us understand that there are ways to banish these creatures, for good. The Bound did not completely die out when Fergalious wiped them out, there were several of them that were on expeditions only to return to ruins. They would write a book. Almost like the Bible, detailing much of the dark power they found in that cave. Some say this book acts as a carrier for that deep power, granting it to whoever reads it and is found worthy.
My name is Tidal and I've been looking for you for many years now. I finally managed to track you down. I need your help. I have an ability. I can stop the flow of time for a few seconds. It can be extremely exhausting over longer periods of time but I've trained myself to be able to stop time for 10 seconds at max. This would entail that my body would probably rupture and die but it's possible. I normally only stop time for a few seconds to avoid certain death. This ability is powerful and I fear myself"
The woman's story. It seemed to make sense to him but at first he could not believe it. His parents were occult? and they had studied with this woman in Tibet? Why? What did they find out? And what's this about a book, could it be his book? No way. Adam couldn't believe it, he refused.
"You know what? I don't believe you. I've lived on the streets long enough to know when I see a scammer. I'm heading out of here right now." he said in a fit of rage and disbelief.
Adam walked up the stairs and ran out of the dumpster hideout only to meet the gaze of another woman standing in the rain.
@The Speaker.
Date: 4th of April 2027 - Location: --- Downtown Newport....
The crimson rain filled the streets of Newport with water, rinsing the concrete of the blood. He got up from the ground to throw another punch, barely missing his target, and falling into the trash can opposite the man. His friends were ridiculing them and their dance. The man was playing with him, like a toy.
A few minutes before the confrontation the young boy was picking up a wallet he had found in an alley. It was wet, it had laid in a puddle presumably all morning. The wallet was weighted, it weighed almost more than a stone. What was in it? As the young boy opened it with his dirty fingers he found some change, a passport that had its details washed away by the rain and a note. As he opened the note he heard a sharp noise behind him and as he looked back the note was out of his hand.
Footsteps were approaching from behind him. Out of the shadows, they came. Four members of an adolescent group all twice as tall and strong as the kid. They had a violent presence about them as if they weren't going to pass him when they encountered him. A few words and laughs were exchanged between them before one of them spoke up.
"You seem lost, kid. This ain't no place for a little youngster for you to be fooling around in" said the man with the spikiest hair, as if that was any indication.
The child looked sharply behind him and realized they were far closer than what he had thought. Seeing as he had certainly no way to get out of the alley before they could grab him he only sat still and observed where the situation would go from there. Him getting up was apparently the instigator for the fight. It wasn't a fight, more so a beating.
After a few bloody hard hits, the kid was on the ground, having lost the wallet in the process. He looked around on the concrete for it but it was nowhere to be found. He looked to his left, the bustling megacity of Newport with its several layers of highway, streets, and transportation. He looked to his left, a deep and dark alleyway filled with dumpster fires and drug gatherings further down, descending into the ground. Above him was a several stories tall apartment building meant to house mentally ill patients. The steel staircase could be a way for him to escape he thought as he got up to meet the gaze of the men.
The man who had knocked him down grabbed the kid by the throat and plunged him into the brick wall, breaking many of his ribs. As he fell down, a bloody mark could be seen on the wall. He wasn't sure he was going to survive this. The kid had lived on the streets for a long time and had encountered several thugs, at least as violent as these but none tho would actively try to kill him. He didn't go by a name on the streets, he was only Young, Kid, Buddy something along the lines of that. Not all that uncommon names for a 15-year-old.
He got up even if he felt his ribs cutting into his chest. The blood was running from several wounds he had gotten on his sides. He held down into the wound, it was filled with broken glass pieces. His hands were bloodied. He looked up into the Night Sky and could see the Full Moon above him as well as a shadow atop the building. The kid squinted to get a closer look at the figure but before he had the chance it was gone. The biggest of the gang approached him.
"You have a lot of balls to get up from a hit like that. You know you're just a worthless piece of trash, right? You were left on the street, kid. No one wants you." the large muscular bald titan said to the bleeding kid.
He couldn't have told you how it happened but in an instant all 4 of the gang was on the ground, bleeding and moaning in pain. The kid looked around. He looked up and saw nothing but the moon and the stars. As he looked back towards the ground, the bodies were swiftly gone. He stumbled out of the alley into the streets, bleeding as he went along.
"I wouldn't walk into the street looking like that" a soft feminine voice whispered in his ear.
He swiftly looked around to find nothing but an empty alley. He could feel a presence in his area. Not again, he thought. He had been beaten enough, he just wanted to lay down even if it was his bug-infested dirty mattress in his hideout beneath the boardwalk.
The womanly voice was given form as he turned around again facing the alley. A woman in a dark robe filled with etchings and writings. She looked like a member of an occult organization. She looked eerily similar to some of the photos in his Book. The book he had feared so many years ago. It was still a part of him so he kept it in a secure hidden place, somewhere deep in the city. He would occasionally find it by pure chance and read it again and again. There was so much wisdom in that book, so many stories about great heroes vanquishing great evil. There were also dark pages. Pages that had hidden writing that would only appear if he were reading and focused. Skimming the book did not produce these writings, only intense focused reading would do that. The woman's face was obscured by a mask.
You can imagine this in a dark and white color scheme and with a heavier mask influence.
The woman's speech was met with a barrage of comments.
"Who are you? What did you do to them? How did you get here?" cried the boy out in confusion.
The woman looked at the boy, eyeing him up and down. She was clearly armed with something, perhaps a knife he thought to himself. The rain was now pouring down even heavier than before. The city had a very sophisticated system in dealing with excessive rain. Walls would be raised in the inner city levels, especially uptown and districts that required protection from floods. The excess water would go into a purification system and would be disposed of into the drinking water.
"These questions have no purpose being answered as it would only summon more confusion for you, Adam," the woman told the boy.
That.. that name. It was his. Long ago, when he lived in an estate. Long ago when his mother would still hug him and when his father would read to him. It had been so long since he had heard that name from someone's mouth. This woman had been searching for him for a long time it seemed. Adam was defensive now. He would not let someone like this close to him after what happened all those years ago in the schoolyard.
She noticed he was tense and responded with a calming.
"It's going to be okay, I know your parents or at least we did," she said softly to him.
"I'll tell you all about it. But not here, we're not safe here. I was trailed before I got here. That note you picked up was the location of my base." she told him.
Adam was intrigued by this woman but also threatened. He stood there in the rain with his broken ribs and bloodied back. He tried to throw a punch at her but the instant he even came close to her, she was behind him. The rain where she had stood left a silhouette of a woman as well as the path she had to have taken to get behind him. He was intimated.
"What did you do that for? You're hurt. I have supplies at my shack, you just have to follow me" she told him
She continued down the alleyway and into the darkness. He was destined to follow her and so he did. The way was long and winding. He thought long about how she had dodged that punch of his, it was about to hit her regardless if she had seen it coming or not. It was calculated, even if she had dodged it. It was strange too... the marking she left in the rain when she dodged. Rain would never stop like that, Adam thought to himself.
As they approached the end of the alley he could see a dumpster that stood into the wall. The woman moved over to it and waited for Adam to arrive, he was noticeably slower than usual because of his injuries. He had bled all the way from the street to the hideout, which was a considerable distance. The woman touched the dumpster in various places. Under, over and on the sides of it which triggered it to move out of the way. Underneath it was a staircase that went underground.
The room which met him was like taken out of a nightmare. Drawings and sketches of monstrous entities filled the walls. Blood had seeped into the floorboards. Numerous insects and rodents fled the scene and the only thing lighting the room was a ring of candles in the middle of it. The room was small and encased in cardboard. Water was dripping from above into a bucket filled with water along with god-knows-what. There was only a desk, a shelf, and a bed. Adam wondered where she did her... duties.
"I know it's a mess but get comfortable. I will explain to you why I found you" she said.
Adam sat down on what little ground there was left that wasn't filled with ink, trash or blood and listened to the woman.
"Long ago there existed a tribe, much like the humans of today, they harvested food from the earth and they made art. This tribe was nothing special at first until one day a child from the tribe wandered into a local cave and found writings on the wall. He ran back to the village elder to tell them about the cave but it was too late. The tribe had been massacred. Brutally killed by forces unknown. intestines and organs were thrown around the village center. Human heads lay atop the spikes of the wall. Even his mother and father had been gouged.
This man took it upon himself to learn what these writings meant. He lived in that cave and only left for short periods of time, always keeping an extra eye on the Darkness that laid inside that cave. He was afraid. For every single day for 200 years. This man was afraid. He lived in that cave and wrote everything he learned on a small notepad. This man was called Fergalious and lived thousands of years ago. In the cave, he learned of the creatures that laid in the dark. The knocks on the wall at night. The things that lay in the mist. Much like yourself. Have you given it a name yet?
Anyway. Fergalious gathered other members of various tribes and rebuilt the village. They called themselves "The Bound"
This time he was prepared. No one was allowed to go into the cave but him. His writings were passed on to other members of the group. The Bound would work for centuries on decoding the writings and what powers they held over the people. Fergalious lived for over 250 years. This was unnatural even for today's standards. He lived a peaceful life in that village as the leader of The Bound until one day. It was a dark day. The sun was blocked off and the Night had come quicker than he thought. Fergalious went into the cave and came out.. different. The Bound would notice it and held their weapons at him when he arrived at the gate. They were useless. Nothing stood against his wrath. Legend says that he still might live on in the mountains far away from here, with some unimaginable power. I personally believe he was killed long ago by some hero with a power beyond his own.
I'm a member of the Bound just as your father and mother were. We studied together in the temples of the Tibetian munks. They helped us understand that there are ways to banish these creatures, for good. The Bound did not completely die out when Fergalious wiped them out, there were several of them that were on expeditions only to return to ruins. They would write a book. Almost like the Bible, detailing much of the dark power they found in that cave. Some say this book acts as a carrier for that deep power, granting it to whoever reads it and is found worthy.
My name is Tidal and I've been looking for you for many years now. I finally managed to track you down. I need your help. I have an ability. I can stop the flow of time for a few seconds. It can be extremely exhausting over longer periods of time but I've trained myself to be able to stop time for 10 seconds at max. This would entail that my body would probably rupture and die but it's possible. I normally only stop time for a few seconds to avoid certain death. This ability is powerful and I fear myself"
The woman's story. It seemed to make sense to him but at first he could not believe it. His parents were occult? and they had studied with this woman in Tibet? Why? What did they find out? And what's this about a book, could it be his book? No way. Adam couldn't believe it, he refused.
"You know what? I don't believe you. I've lived on the streets long enough to know when I see a scammer. I'm heading out of here right now." he said in a fit of rage and disbelief.
Adam walked up the stairs and ran out of the dumpster hideout only to meet the gaze of another woman standing in the rain.
@The Speaker.
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