Post by "Unfettered" on Dec 2, 2008 4:06:43 GMT -8
Erinnerungen [Memories]
Theme Song: 9 Memories From Armored Core Nexus
Theme Song: 9 Memories From Armored Core Nexus
Memories.
*WHACK* *SLAM* *BOOMBOOM*
Experience.
*CRACK* *PUNT* *PUNT* *CRUSH*
Time.
*WHAM* *BAM*
Just a few of the number of important things that accumulated over the years over a person's life span. "Unfettered" stood over several bodies, face bloodied, hands still clenched into fists as he grimaced off into space. Pulling at his stomach, he loosed some of the tightly-bound tape-bandages on his stomach. He decidedly went without a shirt today... Today was his final test run. The withdrawal effects of taking so many drugs had finally worn off. However, that just left him with these lingering feelings and thoughts.
It wasn't until after he had slowly dragged all the unconscious combatants to the Nurse's Office that he headed over to the water fountain, which is where the real story begins. Ten seconds into letting his tongue lolling about, drinking the stream in mid-air, he choked. But not because he detected any drugs---as far as he knew. His tongue had grown swollen. Apparently he had bit it during the fight. However, he did feel tired, although he didn't think it abnormal---he'd just physically exerted himself in a violent manner, on possibly the last day of his own personal recovery. Thinking nothing of it, he headed over to the Nurse's Office himself, laid himself down on one of the spares beds, and looked up at the ceiling, cushioning his head with his forearms.
Cushioning his head with his forearms...
Cushioning... head... forearms... To sleep...
Cushioning... sleep...
Sleep~
Theme Song: Mutter By Rammstein
"He."
[Translation] "Hey."
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Errät, dass es kleinen Bedarf an Wörtern gibt.
[Translation] "...Guess there's little need for words."
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"Unfettered" woke up very quietly to a world of debris and trash. A wasteland with a wooden cabin right in front of him. He was light, naked, but he had no sexual appendages, not even an anus or a navel. He was just a being. Strangely enough, half of the world was completely dark, but he had both his eyes. But where light and dark started and began was so abrupt, that "Unfettered" couldn't help but be drawn towards the cabin, where the difference between night and day seemed stuck right down the middle. Half of his body bathed in light, half shrouded in shadows. He kept on walking in a straight line 'til he was at the window at the side of the house.
Can't forget.
Have to remember.
Have to remember what shouldn't be forgotten.
Can't forget.
Can't forget the memories.
...
"Gut, ist er kein schöner junger Junge?"
[Translation]"Well, isn't he a beautiful young boy?"
"Selbstverständlich er ist. Er ist Ihr Enkel."
[Translation] "Of course he is. He's your grandson."
"Nur eine Schande, die sein Blut nicht als rein ist. .."
[Translation] "Just a shame that his blood isn't as pure..."
"..."
"...Please, nicht vor ihr. Nicht wieder."
[Translation] "...Please, not in front of her. Not again."
"No.. seine Geldstrafe. Er ist Ihr Vater... aber das wird uns nicht aufhalten, von wie wir wählen, Ihr Kind zu erheben."
[Translation] "No... its fine. He is your father... but that won't stop us from how we choose to raise your child."
"Recht."
[Translation] "Right."
"...WHAT DIE HÖLLE!?"
[Translation] "...WHAT THE HELL!?"
"MARK, WAS MACHT ER!?"
[Translation] "MARK, WHAT IS HE DOING!?"
"...It ist wirklich ein Erbarmen, mein Kind..."
[Translation] "...It really is a pity, my child..."
"STELLEN Sie JENES DING HIN"
[Translation] "PUT THAT THING DOWN!"---*BANG*
*THWACK*
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"He Vater. Vater."
[Translation] "Hey papa. Papa."
"..."
"Vater."
[Translation] "Papa."
"..."
"Papa, why isn't mama moving?"
[Translation] "Vater, warum nicht bewegt Mutter?"
"..."
"...Papa, why are you laying there on the floor? Did Grandpa hit you that hard?
[Translation] “...Legt Papa, warum Sie dort auf den Boden? Hat Opa Sie das hart geschlagen?"
"..."
"Hey... He."
[Translation]"Hey... Hey."
"..."
"Vater."
[Translation]"Papa."
"..."
"Vater."
[Translation]"Papa."
"..."
"Vater, warum Sie so schwach sind?"
[Translation] "Papa, why are you so weak?"
"..."
"..."
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"Unfettered" stepped back from the window, as all these events took place in front of him. Staring blankly with both eyes, one shrouded in the darkness, the other in the light, with clarity.
He had chills going down his spine, the sensation of icicles falling from the Heavens, and down onto him. Over, and over again. Relieve that moment when innocence is broken, and a perfect crime takes place. Women's gloves. Leaving the gun. A gunshot wound through both. A boy in shock. Two parents dying---one that would actually die. Being sent away to military camp, being bullied, being ra---
...
The death of Jonathan Winters. The birth of "Thrush". The rebirth of the new Jonathan Winters. Faces of old. Fighting back. Still being the weakest. It was due to this that his hair had grown white. That his father's hair had grown white. The birth of the anger. The lust for knowledge. The desire for a family. A starting and ending motion. Just as the bullet finished going through his mother's heart, the German seeing it happen again and again in his mind, no matter where he walked... How quickly would his road take him to his own end? Was the bullet off course? Did the bullet ricochet already? Had it strayed from the path? Was it a dud?
---And then he woke up.
OOC: Word Count Is At 1121. Pardon The Late Reply... And I Apologize That This Isn't More Detailed, But I Figure The Sound Effects And Explanation Into "Unfettered's" Past Would Be Enough. I May Edit More Into This If Given The Chance, Or Leave It As Is For The Enigmatic Effect.
