What the....
Now this is questionable, where the hell am i exactly?
He opens his eyes squinted the first thing he see's is the sky and the surrounding forest barely concealing this shrouded sky.
His gaze gives him the though as he ponders and reflects on his given surroundings
Snow. Theres snow around here, and tree's that are covered with it. The sky i see above me is greyed out with the clouds covering it.
Snow, droplets and flakes of it are fluthering everywhere i can still feel my god damn clothes being drenched by the puddle i'm laying at. better to stand up than become a wet rag.
He was laying down on a puddle a wet cold puddle but he won't have the trouble of feeling the sense of coldness for he is the cold itself.
His eyes opened fully as he stands up, looking around his unknown surroundings for a better conception. Where to go? Where to go? This mad head's unconcious mind struggles.
Forest, forest a fucking forest. This is going to be a hard navigating in. My abilities won't do me justice. I don't give a time's ass to use them right now. They won't do me justice just because i have to use it myself!
He rants, his voice slightly echoed but the snow and falling flakes and even the tree's muffled it entirely. He feels his wet sweater somewhere in the shades of teal even his hair light teal similar to cyan but tealed.
At the next instant the wetness dissapeared, he then brushes off the dirt and moist snow on his pants and clothes, he prepares to go whats straight of him. All to who knows where.
Walking to whats infront, he was met with breezes of icy wind. He felt none of it at all, he walked through there without any struggle. Fine as a person of tomorrow and finest of the fine of whatever comes next.
Still more stupid tree's, big rocks, falling snow and big patches of snow. Where am i even going? Hell? Damn right! Maybe this is hell! If it is i'm gonna enjoy it! Even though i don't believe that crap.
He thought to himself as he still wandered the endless forest. He had been walking for quite some time. He is starting to feel impatient about this. His walking paced up on terms with his impatient thoughts, as he then resorted to running as a whole.
The chaotic youth ran for quite sometime gritting his teeth. As he effortlessly swayed away the snow infront of him running forth and running fast, he endlessly swayed his arms in a locked in matter.
I'm still stuck here! You've got to be fooling me!
He raced his mind, as he ran forth and ran with all his might. His thoughts now focused on his anger towards such a huge forest that he somehow forgot to notice his surrounding shifting. Aloof to this the once snowy forest he was in was now suddenly a barren wasteland. Ground dark maroon loamy but normal ground. No other places far to be on sight.
What the? This is hell? Or something?
This is some joke right? I wanna talk to whoever is running this god damn place.
He focused all of his senses all to his grudges and anger, he did not realize he was already out of that snowy forest. This place he stepped right into, it was no hell.
Out there he was met with a barren wasteland the atmosphere was oddly normal but the sky was dark and gloomy, the ground showed no signs of vegetation but dark maroonish ground, the texture to his shoes felt like sand and dirt but it was loamy at the same time yet it was more different than that.
Walking a lot further than that he notices something which as he grew closer to it, it revealed more to itself.
What is...
He faced the huge structure infront of him, the walls of this huge thing could atleast span up to 2 stories high, alongside the noticeable pillars which grew to atleaat 5 or 6 stories? It was all made of dark stone bricks, large ones to be exact.
This looks to be a fortress of some sort? What kind place sits here? Eitherway i feel like i have someplace to be.
He said to himself, along the way he felt some sort of direction as if it wants him to go there somehow. Eventually his motives would come back if they resurfaced, he just got into this place it would be natural if someone forgot why they were here.
I should check this place out, i'm kinda getting bored. After all it's just a stone structure---
This place is frickin huge.
He was speechless and at the same time impressed, as he stepped in first thing. He saw all around him the insides of what he presumed was just an ordinary fort. This was
The ruins of what appears to be an old settlement, everything was made with black stone, bricks, chunks whatever was chipped out of the source to build this.
There he saw in the middle of the distant ceilings a huge gaping hole letting in light from the outside place. Atleast theres some light here, he scoffed. Still frustrated by how long this journey took.
Regardless through he sit his mind aside as he stepped on to traverse inside, he wouldn't know if either the buildings would slow him down to his desired destination or would make it worse.
He traversed within and further amongst the ruins, getting even more frustrated as he navigated.
Not because this place seemed like a maze, all because of the falling debris by how old this place really was.
Gaah! I swear to god who even built this place?! That was like the 4th time that had happened yet that was even hella loud! Louder than any falling debris i'd even consider.
He ranted at the broken isles, among what he have observed inside. This place was filled with houses, stalls. Other stuff he can't really make out, apart from the blacksmiths camp fires and other buildings he could make out. It was most certainly a maze traversing this abandoned settlement.
He wandered around for quite some time until he found himself infront of a set of stairs.
This must be where i could see those towers up close.
He climbed up them, as he climbed up he could see everything, as if it was shrinking in size. The hand raillings won't be needed as he kept his hands in his pockets as the dominant one he is.
Light! It's shining. This is it.
He was faced with the site of a wide roof top. The rest of the walls height formed a safety barrier between the edges that lead to the ground. Among them the high towers 4 of them on each corner of the fort. They are tall really. I wonder how it feels to be inside them.
Well this was a waste of time. Speaking of that i think i remembered now, gotta waste my time more to head onto the mee--
*thud*
Thats a hole on the ground, how did that?---
His eyes averted from the ground to one of the towers ahead. From the top left one to be exact.
Movement.
Theres someone!
Finally, some pre-game entertainment before the game would actually happen!
His eyes turned wide as his smile turned sinister. His face pure sinister as he stares at the sillouhette he caught moving in one of the towers.
Bastard tried to snipe me alright! I'm not letting that happen not this time!
*FLASH*
A mist of white clouds produced as he propelled himself onto the very statue the person was in.
Your mine now!
His sinister face and smile speaks it all, crashing into the tower obliterating it into pieces. He didn't just propelled there by using air. He had the help of his ability, he was proppled using the help of his cryokenises.
The rest of the broken tower was shrouded in ice. Some of the falling debris was frozen onto his ice supports, he starred on to the ground wondering if he got the guy or some sort.
"Thats some insane ice abilities you got there!"
"You!"
*Crash*
He attempts to smack him using his fists manifested with hard ice. The opponent quickly dodged this and leapt down to the bottom.
He slid down and chased him, he dropped down facing him. He smiled mischeviously impressed with his moves as he had no motive and continued to blast ice shards at him.
"Wait, wait! Come on! That game hasn't started yet!"
he said visibly confused and satisfied. Dodging the attacks.
"Just doin what i gotta do!"
He said with a smile
"How about let's play a game"
"A game?"
"Yeah! i wan't to fight the strongest person here. I can even guess thats your motive here right?"
"Of course! Yes. Whoever is the strongest, but i wan't to make my moneys worth and fight as many fights until everyone but the strongest here is dead"
"anyways let's play a game of tag! I'm gettinf bored!"
This guy. He looks as if he is some sort of dictator or something. With that black cap, somewhat long dark hair. Pale skin just like mine. A black cape and dark pants. A white plain uniform with two overall straps a red necktie and black gloves.
He acts childish in a sort of way, by the ways he's saying things. A game of tag sounds insteresting. Passing on this won't make a difference might as well participate.
"Accepted"
He added with a sinister grinly smile.
"Your it!"
*Dash*
"Wait a few seconds will ya? Thats kind of cheating"
He said. The first thing he did as it was immediately tried tagging him, this guy dodged this move so fluidly. What is his abilities per se?
He's gone, guess this starts the game.
*Crash*
He stomps on the ground with full force collapsing the ceiling within a small wide range. Parts of the ceiling fall down alongside him. As he stood perfectly still, the gaping light through the hole shone revealing light to places where it was normally impossible to see without it's help.
"Come out, come out whereaver you are! I'm winning this for sure."
---?
*BANG* *BANG* *BANG* *BANG* *BANG*
*BANG* *BANG* *BANG* *BANG* *BANG*
*BANG* *BANG* *BANG* *BANG* *BANG*
*BANG* *BANG* *BANG* *BANG* *BANG*
*BANG* *BANG* *BANG* *BANG* *BANG*
*BANG* *BANG* *BANG* *BANG* *BANG*
smoke covered at what was behind. After the wind cleared it, out it revealed multiple shaded individuals in suits holding pistols.
I am so confused right now.
He said with two of his arms stretching and resting on the back of his head, his back was protected with a hard wall of ice. Stopping any bullets from piercing him. With a swift cleave of ice all of the forces behind him were instantly eradicated.
Now then.
His eyes turned to the right corner of his eyes as he immediately ducks from an upcoming kick to his head. His face now instensely smiling he is now feeling thrills to this. This was the first thrill he had ever since arriving here.
He responded by a kick of his own. The only thing note worthy was his foot with a manifested chunk of ice. Which could cause deadly damage if struck. The opponent dodged this too.
This guy sure is something. More like on par with me but with no steps, this is a game of tag. Aren't there no sorts of violence allowed? Hm? I should tell him that.
"You do know any forms of violence is against the rules of tag right?"
He said tauntingly with sinister smile, he started the conversation whilst they were in the middle of their hand to hand and ability to ability combat.
"Oh yeah! Forgot to mention the other parts.
Let's just say this is tag. But with added steps. Like that?"
He said with that mischevious smile peering through my eyes, his words felt a sort of drear answering my only desire for even being in here for the first place.
"Now things are starting to get interesting!"
I replied to him, with just my sinister smile. And demeanor. Truly a one of a kind way to start even before this game has started...
End of chapter 1