Post by keioto on Aug 7, 2006 17:54:31 GMT -8
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Through the frame of the doors to the entrance of #259, a student burst through leaving a hole behind. The freshman landed right before the staircase, bleeding. His shivering body looking up to the doors that he had been thrown through. - Yes, he had been thrown.
The left door of the Highschool flew from its hinges as Keioto lowered his leg from kicking it off its roots. He stepped out, panting heavily. A drop of blood rolled down the corner of his mouth, he approached the freshman and stumped his foot over his stomach. "You students sure don't listen, do you?" Keioto said, a grin spread across the bottom of his face, he looked menacingly into the freshmans eyes.
"Ya' just can't get enough, can ya?"
Keio wiped the blood from his chin, he balled his fists. "Tell me why ... why mustn't you listen? Why do you force me to beat the shit out of you!" He raised his voice as he cussed, pushing his leg deeper on the stomach of the freshman.
"Pl ... ease ... let me ... go ... I c' ... I can't ... brea ...th..."[/b]
Pleaded the student. Keio let out a demonic chuckle, "See? Now you listen, they always pick the hard way!" Keioto removed his foot from the freshmans stomach, "Pathetic!"
He gave a forceful kick to the side of the freshmans face as then he started down the staircase of concrete steps.
School was over.
Keioto turned onto the sidewalk and started to walk, he stuffed his hands in the pockets of his blue cargo pants. Keio sighed, Bored ... what shall I do? School is over, no more freshmen to beat up. Rena and Ty won't let me go back into the house because their doing a renovate or something ... hehe. And nothing to do ...
Keioto was alerted by the sound of a roar. He swung around and saw it was a angry dog barking at him. He didn't know why it was angry at him, "Quiet down, good boy... shhh, no, shh. - No! - Shut the fuck up!!" He shouted at the dog, but its barks only got louder as he told it to quiet down.
"You fucking bitch ... wait, bitch is not an insult, if your a female!" Keio picked up the dog from it neck and squeezed til' it squeaked its mouth after it stopped barking. It started to claw at him, and one eventually ripped through his shirt and in his flesh. "You fucker, you!
Keio started to squeeze with more strength, he took the dogs head with his other hand and snapped its neck out of place. "Fuck!" Keioto cussed as the pain increased, "that bitch!" he muttered.
Keioto crossed the road, which was empty, and rolled down a wet grass hill into a park. "Aaahh!" he screamed as the pain grew.
Keio got to his feet, enduring the pain. "its just a little cut, what the fuck am I sissying for?" He said quietly to himself, footsteps were heard from behind, Keio turned around. A few familiar faces stood before him, "He's the guy that beat us up that other day. Get 'im!"[/color] one of the men said, as they tackled Keio and started to thrust their elbows and knees into him.
Keio was defenseless, he layed being beat.
Fuck ... these ... fucking ... shitbags... he thought, Keioto had then dashed a knee into one of the men's backs, throwing his off of Keio, he slamming his wrist into another's neck. There were three more, five men had tackled Keioto and it took five men to get him down.
Keioto lifted his leg infront of the man, then wrapping his shin around the mans neck, and thrusting his knee to the ground he flipped the man over in pain.
Keioto slammed his knuckles into - one of the two men still on him - 's face, throwing him into a tree, and then, the last was simple. Keio sat up, and as he did he lifted a elbow into the man's chin, throwing him into the air onto the steep hill. "Motherfuckers!"
Keioto shouted. "All of you! You shitbags just can't get enough! I fucking beat you again and again, and you still don't fucking get it? Huh?! You're a fucking person?!?!" Keioto was talking to himself, though, since none of them were concious after what he had done to them.
"Not even a fucking dog can understand ..."
He spat blood onto the wet grass and continued through the trees, Keio had completely forgot about the pain the dog his caused him, since these guys had come along and nearly beat the conciousness out of him.
As they say, greater pain kills lesser pain.
Keio had seen water, he looked back, and didn't see the hill he came down. He had walked a long way. After Keio turned his head back straight, a whole gang stood in front of him. "Yeah ... and what do you want? Keio asked, trying to stay out of trouble this time, for he was severely hurt. "We heard you nearly killed our buddies, you really are a lunatic, pal. Thats a maniac you can't control." The leader of the gang laughed. He had spiky crimson hair and a set of goggles just beneath it, a evil look on his face. "get the fuck out of my face ..."
Keioto said quietly. "You have a mouth on you, boy! You want me to get rid of it?" The redheaded man said.
Kei looked at him with a serious look on his face, "For the last time ... get the fuck out of my face before things get bloody."
"The only thing that'll get bloody, my friend, - is you. You're already bloody. Three men? Thats shit. And you're almost dead? You couldn't take on a whole gang even if it counted on your life."
Keioto looked at him, "Oh yeah?"
The moment he spoke he dashed straight ahead of the crimson haired man, throwing a fist into his nose bone. He kneed his back and then swung a round house kick into one of the gangsters faces, then swinging an arm into anothers neck, the fist of his forearm taking another gangster with him.
He kneed another in the groin, and then elbowed the back of his head.
There were two left, which were easily taken out by a full-circle round-house kick. It was less than a minute for Keioto to do that. He looked back at the gangleader, "Looks like I took out your pathetic piece of shit gang." He smirked, and then continued. Finally, the lake, he kneeled down, and looked at the reflection of himself. Blood crawled down his cheek, his arm, his head ... it was as if he had come from a bear cave. That Keioto couldn't handle if he knew all the martial arts in the world.
He put his finger in the soft liquid, and trailed it through.
Tell me why ... tell me why ... these shitheads can't get enough ... why I can't get enough ...
Through the frame of the doors to the entrance of #259, a student burst through leaving a hole behind. The freshman landed right before the staircase, bleeding. His shivering body looking up to the doors that he had been thrown through. - Yes, he had been thrown.
The left door of the Highschool flew from its hinges as Keioto lowered his leg from kicking it off its roots. He stepped out, panting heavily. A drop of blood rolled down the corner of his mouth, he approached the freshman and stumped his foot over his stomach. "You students sure don't listen, do you?" Keioto said, a grin spread across the bottom of his face, he looked menacingly into the freshmans eyes.
"Ya' just can't get enough, can ya?"
Keio wiped the blood from his chin, he balled his fists. "Tell me why ... why mustn't you listen? Why do you force me to beat the shit out of you!" He raised his voice as he cussed, pushing his leg deeper on the stomach of the freshman.
"Pl ... ease ... let me ... go ... I c' ... I can't ... brea ...th..."[/b]
Pleaded the student. Keio let out a demonic chuckle, "See? Now you listen, they always pick the hard way!" Keioto removed his foot from the freshmans stomach, "Pathetic!"
He gave a forceful kick to the side of the freshmans face as then he started down the staircase of concrete steps.
School was over.
Keioto turned onto the sidewalk and started to walk, he stuffed his hands in the pockets of his blue cargo pants. Keio sighed, Bored ... what shall I do? School is over, no more freshmen to beat up. Rena and Ty won't let me go back into the house because their doing a renovate or something ... hehe. And nothing to do ...
Keioto was alerted by the sound of a roar. He swung around and saw it was a angry dog barking at him. He didn't know why it was angry at him, "Quiet down, good boy... shhh, no, shh. - No! - Shut the fuck up!!" He shouted at the dog, but its barks only got louder as he told it to quiet down.
"You fucking bitch ... wait, bitch is not an insult, if your a female!" Keio picked up the dog from it neck and squeezed til' it squeaked its mouth after it stopped barking. It started to claw at him, and one eventually ripped through his shirt and in his flesh. "You fucker, you!
Keio started to squeeze with more strength, he took the dogs head with his other hand and snapped its neck out of place. "Fuck!" Keioto cussed as the pain increased, "that bitch!" he muttered.
Keioto crossed the road, which was empty, and rolled down a wet grass hill into a park. "Aaahh!" he screamed as the pain grew.
Keio got to his feet, enduring the pain. "its just a little cut, what the fuck am I sissying for?" He said quietly to himself, footsteps were heard from behind, Keio turned around. A few familiar faces stood before him, "He's the guy that beat us up that other day. Get 'im!"[/color] one of the men said, as they tackled Keio and started to thrust their elbows and knees into him.
Keio was defenseless, he layed being beat.
Fuck ... these ... fucking ... shitbags... he thought, Keioto had then dashed a knee into one of the men's backs, throwing his off of Keio, he slamming his wrist into another's neck. There were three more, five men had tackled Keioto and it took five men to get him down.
Keioto lifted his leg infront of the man, then wrapping his shin around the mans neck, and thrusting his knee to the ground he flipped the man over in pain.
Keioto slammed his knuckles into - one of the two men still on him - 's face, throwing him into a tree, and then, the last was simple. Keio sat up, and as he did he lifted a elbow into the man's chin, throwing him into the air onto the steep hill. "Motherfuckers!"
Keioto shouted. "All of you! You shitbags just can't get enough! I fucking beat you again and again, and you still don't fucking get it? Huh?! You're a fucking person?!?!" Keioto was talking to himself, though, since none of them were concious after what he had done to them.
"Not even a fucking dog can understand ..."
He spat blood onto the wet grass and continued through the trees, Keio had completely forgot about the pain the dog his caused him, since these guys had come along and nearly beat the conciousness out of him.
As they say, greater pain kills lesser pain.
Keio had seen water, he looked back, and didn't see the hill he came down. He had walked a long way. After Keio turned his head back straight, a whole gang stood in front of him. "Yeah ... and what do you want? Keio asked, trying to stay out of trouble this time, for he was severely hurt. "We heard you nearly killed our buddies, you really are a lunatic, pal. Thats a maniac you can't control." The leader of the gang laughed. He had spiky crimson hair and a set of goggles just beneath it, a evil look on his face. "get the fuck out of my face ..."
Keioto said quietly. "You have a mouth on you, boy! You want me to get rid of it?" The redheaded man said.
Kei looked at him with a serious look on his face, "For the last time ... get the fuck out of my face before things get bloody."
"The only thing that'll get bloody, my friend, - is you. You're already bloody. Three men? Thats shit. And you're almost dead? You couldn't take on a whole gang even if it counted on your life."
Keioto looked at him, "Oh yeah?"
The moment he spoke he dashed straight ahead of the crimson haired man, throwing a fist into his nose bone. He kneed his back and then swung a round house kick into one of the gangsters faces, then swinging an arm into anothers neck, the fist of his forearm taking another gangster with him.
He kneed another in the groin, and then elbowed the back of his head.
There were two left, which were easily taken out by a full-circle round-house kick. It was less than a minute for Keioto to do that. He looked back at the gangleader, "Looks like I took out your pathetic piece of shit gang." He smirked, and then continued. Finally, the lake, he kneeled down, and looked at the reflection of himself. Blood crawled down his cheek, his arm, his head ... it was as if he had come from a bear cave. That Keioto couldn't handle if he knew all the martial arts in the world.
He put his finger in the soft liquid, and trailed it through.
Tell me why ... tell me why ... these shitheads can't get enough ... why I can't get enough ...