Post by Mr. Kaar on Sept 2, 2007 23:44:35 GMT -8
((OoC: Whiskey Lullaby Listen while you read. As the title says this is non-canon and does not influence my story line at all.))
Today was esspecially horrible. Why? Because Leon had whiskey. non-labeled whiskey, completely clear. Clean perfect alcohol. Not just that, but the memory of loved ones lost plaqued him. The memory of his closest friends of late. The memory of his family... The memory of his love. It all went straight to his head. Clouding it worse than the alcohol. As he walked across the turf of a newly formed gang of powerful fighters, he didn't so much as give them a second glance, let alone a first. They didn't take too kindly to that.
For his indescretions they grabbed him, the bottle still hanging from his hand. Eyes half open, full of anguish, a pain beyond physical limits. As the first punch thrown screamed across the side of his face, the bottle fell to the ground and broke. The blonde boy stumbled back into one of the thugs, who grabbed him from behind to hold him still. As they each took turns taking pop shots at the once great Leon Sudeki the only noises where that of the punches landing and the grunts of pain from hitting and getting hit. Some guys would laugh every now and then, blood beginning to stain the area. Busted fists and a bleeding face where to blame.
His eyes watched, bored almost still drown in the intoxicating emotion of sorrow. Her face, plastered infront of him... That beautiful dress, her smile, her laugh, her voice. He stood straight even with the guy trying to hold him back, he began walking normally. The man doing his best to hold on, did nothign to even make Leon exert energy. He reached one hand out to try and place it against her face... Feel her skin, be with her again. A tear forming in his eye.
Another right hook, he was sent staggering back once more. His eyes closing, images flashing in the darkness too fast to be recognized. Looking almost like a single light... He let her die... It was his fault. She died, Akira died, Jimothy died, Helen died.... They all died... It was his fault. He diserved the same fate, diserved to pass on. He didn't diserve to go to a good and greater place like all of them. He diserved punishment for letting them all die. If he was there, if he had been right there... If, if, if, if. He should have, he could have. He just didn't. He had the power, he had the skill. It would of been easy.
Soon enough an anger came to his fists, his arms tensing past the blood, sweat, and tears. The leather gloves, the strike gloves yelling in pain and horror as he forced it to tighten from the muscular build of his fists. Scraping leather against leather, one could hear it tighten. The man came in for another punch, Leon's hair immediatly spiking to the point of being forced from his scalp. As if ripped out by an unseen hand. Throwing his own right fist into the man gut, the look in his eyes as blood stopped flowing, his heart being stopped with such an electrical impulse it shot straight through. Four streaks of electricity shot out from his back and desimated a tree not too far behind him. A scream that could shake the very soul of god came from the dark blue eyed man, eyes clenched shut with more tears falling down his cheeks.
He turned to the others, full of pain, anger, and the intent to make it all go away. Each person in the gang stricken with a fear never before seen in the eyes of man. It dawned on them, how stupid and futile it was. The utter realization that no matter if they ran, if they faught back, if they could hide.... That it didn't matter. They gave up their lives the first time they looked apon this man that tried to walk by. The look of knowing they where already dead. Sent Leon into a blind fury. Striking anything that moved.
As annhilihation rang through the school grounds, he got down to the last person, Leon over him holding his collar with one hand, and slamming his other into his face. Imprented on this mans face, was the mirror image of Leon himself. Strike after strike was his feelings towards himself. Words escaping his mind as it became audible. First a whisper. Then all the way to a scream.
"I hate you."
"I hate you."
"I hate you!"
"I hate you!"
The pounding kept going, as slowly the electrical current running through his head shut his brain off. If one looked closely they would be able to see the power of the electricity shoot completely through the guys head and into the ground on the other side. There was no sign that he would slow in killing himself, or even that he would be stopping soon. This was how he was going to be for a while.
Today was esspecially horrible. Why? Because Leon had whiskey. non-labeled whiskey, completely clear. Clean perfect alcohol. Not just that, but the memory of loved ones lost plaqued him. The memory of his closest friends of late. The memory of his family... The memory of his love. It all went straight to his head. Clouding it worse than the alcohol. As he walked across the turf of a newly formed gang of powerful fighters, he didn't so much as give them a second glance, let alone a first. They didn't take too kindly to that.
For his indescretions they grabbed him, the bottle still hanging from his hand. Eyes half open, full of anguish, a pain beyond physical limits. As the first punch thrown screamed across the side of his face, the bottle fell to the ground and broke. The blonde boy stumbled back into one of the thugs, who grabbed him from behind to hold him still. As they each took turns taking pop shots at the once great Leon Sudeki the only noises where that of the punches landing and the grunts of pain from hitting and getting hit. Some guys would laugh every now and then, blood beginning to stain the area. Busted fists and a bleeding face where to blame.
His eyes watched, bored almost still drown in the intoxicating emotion of sorrow. Her face, plastered infront of him... That beautiful dress, her smile, her laugh, her voice. He stood straight even with the guy trying to hold him back, he began walking normally. The man doing his best to hold on, did nothign to even make Leon exert energy. He reached one hand out to try and place it against her face... Feel her skin, be with her again. A tear forming in his eye.
Another right hook, he was sent staggering back once more. His eyes closing, images flashing in the darkness too fast to be recognized. Looking almost like a single light... He let her die... It was his fault. She died, Akira died, Jimothy died, Helen died.... They all died... It was his fault. He diserved the same fate, diserved to pass on. He didn't diserve to go to a good and greater place like all of them. He diserved punishment for letting them all die. If he was there, if he had been right there... If, if, if, if. He should have, he could have. He just didn't. He had the power, he had the skill. It would of been easy.
Soon enough an anger came to his fists, his arms tensing past the blood, sweat, and tears. The leather gloves, the strike gloves yelling in pain and horror as he forced it to tighten from the muscular build of his fists. Scraping leather against leather, one could hear it tighten. The man came in for another punch, Leon's hair immediatly spiking to the point of being forced from his scalp. As if ripped out by an unseen hand. Throwing his own right fist into the man gut, the look in his eyes as blood stopped flowing, his heart being stopped with such an electrical impulse it shot straight through. Four streaks of electricity shot out from his back and desimated a tree not too far behind him. A scream that could shake the very soul of god came from the dark blue eyed man, eyes clenched shut with more tears falling down his cheeks.
He turned to the others, full of pain, anger, and the intent to make it all go away. Each person in the gang stricken with a fear never before seen in the eyes of man. It dawned on them, how stupid and futile it was. The utter realization that no matter if they ran, if they faught back, if they could hide.... That it didn't matter. They gave up their lives the first time they looked apon this man that tried to walk by. The look of knowing they where already dead. Sent Leon into a blind fury. Striking anything that moved.
As annhilihation rang through the school grounds, he got down to the last person, Leon over him holding his collar with one hand, and slamming his other into his face. Imprented on this mans face, was the mirror image of Leon himself. Strike after strike was his feelings towards himself. Words escaping his mind as it became audible. First a whisper. Then all the way to a scream.
"I hate you."
"I hate you."
"I hate you!"
"I hate you!"
The pounding kept going, as slowly the electrical current running through his head shut his brain off. If one looked closely they would be able to see the power of the electricity shoot completely through the guys head and into the ground on the other side. There was no sign that he would slow in killing himself, or even that he would be stopping soon. This was how he was going to be for a while.