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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Apr 22, 2008 11:51:33 GMT -8
Mathew hated this new school already, he had been incredibly bored since he first set foot on campus. Sure he had gotten in to a few fights here and there but it just wasn't the same as back home. If there was a deep undercurrent he had yet to find it. Right now it was just a string of petty fights with little to no meaning. Given, he didn't want to join a cause, he wanted a cause to join him. He wanted to get in to some sort of a position of power so that he could make his own fun. So far he has not seen any power to grab other then that of pillar or captain. While the idea was interesting it didn't interest him at all. The School Captain was supposed to be a symbol of protection and while it would be fun to twist that image he found himself wanting more... for the time being at least.
He missed the connections he had back in New York thanks to RoB and his title as the Earth Dragon. Now though, that title and that gang was meaningless. He had to start fresh again in his senior year which meant that he had to do this stuff fast. He could admit he hated to rush and that was a bit frustrating, and if there was one thing Mathew did to vent frustration it was hurting something, or more likely someone. It was just how he was, he didn't need a reason to pick a fight. Most people gave him a reason anyways. But to him being bored was enough reason since the only person that really mattered was himself and if people got hurt for his amusement then so be it.
Mathew was currently standing in the hallway of building 2 as he pondered how to vent when he saw another student in the otherwise empty hallway.
Well, this works.
He would think to himself as he turned to face the lockers that he was leaning against and he would grab the lock to his locker and slide the key in to the hole to unlock his locker before taking the lock off. Then opening his locker he would make as if looking through the crap that was in it. Should the boy walk past him he would then turn from his locker and throw the lock at the back of the kid's head as hard as he could.
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Post by John-Baptiste on Apr 22, 2008 20:46:39 GMT -8
John-Baptiste walked down the hallway of his new school. The voice in his head was battling his own. If he didn't hold it off long enough to get back to the church he would definitely go insane. It was all he could do to keep the demon from talking in place of him. John wasn't homesick, but he was sick of this new place. He wasn't used to all these people. He was used to the church, it was where he was raised. There were beautiful women everywhere, and their clothes were very strange.
"See that meat, your race is full of dark disgusting deeds." The demon spoke in John's head. John learned to speak back at it. That sometimes acknowledging it sometimes soothed the beast a little. Even if it caused him to speak to himself out loud in some situations.
"And you're full of words that start with D. Coincidental considering you're a demon." John spoke to himself, but nobody heard, the hallway was pretty cleared out except for a student approaching his locker. The student looked at John, and John's chest burned a little.
"Come on, just one fight today! I want to tear that flesh bag apart!" The demon spoke inside of John's head again, cold and seemed to be hungry for violence.
"Forget it," John said under his breath, walking right past the other boy, "He's an older boy, probably kick me up and down the hallway."
John took three more steps toward the end of the hall and stopped to sigh and scratch the back of his head. He finally put his hand down and thought to himself.
I must be going insane.... I'm starting to talk to the damn thing...
"I heard that, cow"
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Apr 22, 2008 21:01:42 GMT -8
Mathew would grin when the kid stopped three feet past him. He heard the kid mumbling to himself but he didn't give a shit what the kid was talking about or if he was a nut job. All he cared about was that he was an easy target. He would unhook the lock from his locker before winding up for the pitch. Then without hesitation he would throw the lock right at the back of the kid's head.
Whether or not the attack landed didn't matter to him. If nothing else it would announce his intentions to beat the living shit out of this boy for no other reason then he wanted too. To follow up with that point Mathew would launch himself the short distance between him and the kid, kicking himself off of the locker he would sore through the air with his knee bent back so he could attempt to knee the kid in the small of his back.
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Post by John-Baptiste on Apr 22, 2008 21:22:01 GMT -8
John noticed the demon got quiet in that instant, but in the quiet he heard the demon holding back laughter, as if he was excited for something, but didn't want to spoil the surprise.
"Alright what is it," Suddenly a heavy metal object bounced off the back of John's head.
THUD! Clank Clank...
The object bounced off the floor and the voice in John's head grew very loud, and full of laughter, just laughter.
"I'll kick his ass or die trying......" John's eyes lit up, the hit didn't hurt that badly, he took pain very well. It was mostly the fact that the older boy had thrown the object. He whipped around to see the boy flying in the air, knee bent. John didn't have time to react much more then attempting to catch the boys leg by the thighs. It was too little too late, John was thrown off his balance and on the way down the boys knee landed a hit to Johns stomach. John quickly attempted to throw the boys weight over his body with all the strength he could manage. If he could get the boy off of him he would do his best to get up and get into a proper fighting stance. That's when he'd plan his attack.
"Looks like you were right, he is kicking you up and down this hallway, cow!"
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Apr 22, 2008 21:38:44 GMT -8
So things didn't always work out how you see them going down in your head. Mathew knew that was nothing to blink at. After all the best plans only last until the first shot is fired. Being able to adapt was key, and he was more then happy to hit the boy in the gut before being flipped off of him. That too was nothing big. Being tossed off of the kid wasn't even worth dusting off his coat.
He would simply pick himself off of the tile floor and look at the kid who would also have time to pick himself up. A cocky smirk grew on his face as if daring the kid to attack him. His grin was inviting a retaliation but his eyes said that there was no way the kid was going to take him down. That any attempt would be in vain. Sure the kid could try and walk away, but Mathew wasn't going to let that happen either. He was going to have fun with his.... new toy for the day.
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Post by John-Baptiste on Apr 22, 2008 22:06:08 GMT -8
John had gotten up to his feet and grinned at the boy who had just smirked. John seemed to understand that this was not a personal fight of any kind, more like the boy simply wanted to punch something. John wanted to run, he wanted to flip the boy off and get out of there as quickly as possible, but the demon didn't want any of it.
"NO cow, you stick to your guns as you meatbags say. Learn your lesson and give me my fill of violence for the day. I want to smell blood even if it's yours!"
John studied the boy, he seemed unharmed completely. This was definitely going to be tough, he knew from the start this boy would be tougher then him. Or at least he was scared that the boy would be. John quickly thought of the attack he would make, knowing full well it would bite him in the ass. Charge the boy full on, stopping just out of arms reach, then a roundhouse kick, hopefulling kicking the boys face into the bleachers. The impact would definitely help with the force of the kick, if succesful John would attempt to grab the boy by the back of the head and deliver a quick headbutt.
You want your blood demon? I'll get you your blood. I'll go for the head. Then at first sign of even a nosebleed, we'll be done here.
John started his charge.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Apr 22, 2008 22:16:22 GMT -8
Mathew's green eyes seemed alight with a fire as he watched the boy charge at him. The boy was slower then the people that he was used to fighting. Slower by far when compared to people like Leon or Celeste from back home. He did have to hand it to the kid he had guts, even if he was out matched. The attack was also something that Mathew could counter, he has gone toe to toe with legends and became one himself back home. This was child's play. So what did he do? Did he do an elaborate counter to show the kid he was fighting a losing battle? No, Mathew would stand there and watch the boy never moving. He watched as the foot came at him and didn't so much as flinch as the blow landed across the side of his head, the properties of the Earth Dragon Coat protecting him from any real harm.
He continued to allow the boy his assault on him so he could learn just what kind of mess he was in. And while he didn't go flying off like the boy had hoped he did allow the boy to head butt him again only feeling a dull thud as the blow probably hurt the boy more then him thanks once again to his precious treasure.
grinning widely now Mathew would speak for the first time in this encounter. "Is it my turn now?" He would ask in a tone that made it all to clear that not only was he fine but he was amused. As if to emphasis this Mathew would let out a small chuckle at the boy, and not a pleasant one at that.
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Post by John-Baptiste on Apr 23, 2008 8:21:49 GMT -8
Blood. That's what he promised the demon, that he would give him the taste and smell of blood. He didn't give that to the demon. The boy took the blows but didn't seem to be phased by them.
"Now it's his turn. Watch him, watch his moves. Learn them, cow. He seems to be an exceptionally good fighter for the bag of meat that he is." The demon spoke in his head, John tried to move his fight to run, but couldn't. He wasn't sure if he was stunned by how useless his attack was, or if the demon was actually holding him there. He doubted the demon could do that.
"Is it my turn now?" The boy asked, he seemed to enjoy this. There was no sense in lying or bluffing at this point, John was a little dazed by his own headbutt, and he was breathing a little heavy. This boy would definitely see through any of his bullshit. Guess it was time to own up to what he had done.
"Bring it on, hoss," John spoke. With a bit of cockiness in his voice.
He's going to kick my ass isn't he?
"Yes he is cow, yes he is....."
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Apr 23, 2008 9:58:42 GMT -8
Mathew wasn't a demon and didn't fight because he had too. He enjoyed it, he loved the sound of bones crunching and the feel of blood on his skin. He loved the fear in people's eyes when they saw him back home and desired that here. He missed having a five foot bubble of fear that people would stay out of. Meanwhile here he was just another punk transfer student. That was not acceptable and he would make sure that he was known one kid at a time.
He would let out a low chuckle when the kid spouted his brave if cocky piece. But he did ask for Mathew to bring it on and who was he to turn down such a fair request?
The kid was already graded and pegged in his book from the blows he had taken. Not a big threat, because of that fact Mathew would do things simple. There was no need to go all out when you don't have to right?
Mathew's hand would shoot out from his body in a claw, his target was the top of the boy's head. What he was planning to do was grab a hold of a good chunk of the boy's hair and use that to smash his head in to the nearby lockers. He was curious as to how big of a dent the kid's head would make if he did that.
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Post by John-Baptiste on Apr 23, 2008 21:57:50 GMT -8
John was dazed and felt a pain in his nose, he got to his feet and tried to stead himself as he looked at the boy he had been fighting, and the locker door which was completely smashed in.
The demon roared with laughter, it was the only clear thing in the haze that John was in, "YES GOOD SHOW MEAT BAGS!"
"What..... just.... happened...." John spoke under his breath. Then has the demon spoke John remembered what had happened, the hit to the head which became a grab on his hair.
"Thats what you get for having this long filth on your head," Then he remembered the look of the locker, and his face getting awfully close and friendly with the locker, and the feeling of pain as his body rejected these two objects from being at all forgiving to each other.
His nose and head bleeding, his vision blurred and his balance completely thrown off, John stood tall and wiped the blood away from his nose, getting back the cocky tone he once had. He wasn't afraid of pain. He could handle it. He'd just take all he could, and dish out anything he could.
"Thinking it is a lot easier then actually doing it Cow. Better make your move quickly," and almost as soon as he said the word happened he snapped too.
"OK then, you got some skill," John said.
Oh god.....
"Did your husband teach you that one?" John said, with a grin on his face.
Why can't I just shut up....
John didn't listen for a response, instead he made his move. His plan was simple, grab the wrist, twist the arm, and attempt to force the older kid into submission. That is, if he could even manage to keep on his feet after the last hit.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Apr 28, 2008 23:45:23 GMT -8
The sound of bone hitting metal was like music to Mathew's ears as the boy's head left a rather large dent in the locker. Enough to impress even Mathew, either he was getting stronger then he thought or the kid had a very hard head. Either way it was sure to become one of many fond memories. Not feeling the need to jump on the kid while he was helpless Mathew would allow him to collect himself and launch his next attack? Why do that when normally in a fight it is smart to go all out? The answer was as simple as the fact that he wanted the kid to know just how screwed he was.
Like so many fighters, including Mathew even the kid would even try and trash talk despite getting his ass handed to him. It was funny really. Mathew wouldn't take the bait though and he would just grin. Then the moment of truth happened, the boy would go for the attack shooting out his arm for something, Mathew didn't know and didn't care.
As soon as the boy started to make his move Mathew would make his, shooting his right leg forward he would make the move that most guys would consider foul play. He would move to kick the guy in the balls using the longer reach that legs had vs arms. Was it cheap and unnecessary? Yes, yes it was. But he didn't care about that since he just wanted to make sure that the kid remembered him. He wanted to make sure word of this got out. Should his attack land Mathew would follow it up with his own little snarky comment.
"Just think of this as foreplay."
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Post by John-Baptiste on Apr 29, 2008 8:30:50 GMT -8
John started to pass out mid run, he was exhausted. Usually he could take a lot of abuse before losing this badly, but this guy was just completely out of his league. John slowed down mid charge, feet shoulder width apart, started to reach out to steady himself, but was suddenly woken up by a screaming pain in between his legs.
"I'm done here, Cow. This is just boring me."
John dropped to his knees and heard as the boy spoke, "Just think of this as foreplay."
In John's near unconscious state he tried to say a snide remark, but the demon took his tongue and John's eyes became a radiant green, he looked up into the eyes of the boy with almost a completely different voice, "Impressive, meat bag. One day I hope to fight you, that is, without this useless cow in my way."
John's eyes dimmed back to their normal green and then John spoke, "That was.... uncalled for...... you son... of.... a.... bitch." John fell face first in front of the boy, the crosses on his body stopped burning. His last thought before passing out was that he didn't even know this boys name. Luckily he didn't have too much pain since he was still dizzy from being thrown face first into the locker.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Apr 29, 2008 13:12:58 GMT -8
It was official, almost everyone that went to school over here was a freak. Whether it was shooting out lightning or having glowing eyes there didn't seem to be a normal one among the bunch. It was enough to make a guy wonder if he was a freak too! He had gotten used to that kind of thing though, after all there were killings at his old school and some people there even had Qi, what really disipointed him was the his date finished before he was even done with the foreplay. That was always a day ruiner. He looked down at the passed out kid and made an unsatisfied clicking sound with his tongue before he reached in to his pocket and grabbed a ball point pen.
He would let out a small sigh before kicking the kid hard in the ribs to turn him over on to his back before dropping down on to the kid's stomach digging his knee in deep. Then he would simply grab the kid by the shirt and rip it open. What use was beating up a kid if no one knew who did it? So he would leave something to let him know who did it. One the shirt was ripped open Mathew would proceed to write the following on the boy's chest as if this was a normal thing for anyone.
Property of the Earth Dragon
Taking a moment to admire his penmanship he would then pocket the pen before taking his leave. He would let someone else deal with the body, it wasn't his concern now. Finding something else to do was.
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